The shadow huffs and becomes 2-dimensional again. Neave grins. His jet-black hair falls down to his shoulders, and his midnight robe flows behind him despite there being no wind inside the inn. "Nice to meetcha. The name's Neave. What about you?"
He bows his head as he slings his sniper onto his back, smiling "Johnny, Johnny Cash, and this is Matilda." He gestures to the sniper on his back as if it were a person they could also talk with "She says hello."
"Nice to meetcha, Johnny. And Matilda." Neave bows back, ever so slightly shallower. "By my analysis, you're either a hitman or a trick shooter."
"Hitman? Trickshooter? No no, I'm just a simple soldier, a hunter even, nothing more than that. You assume too much of us." He smiles again.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The shadow huffs and becomes 2-dimensional again. Neave grins. His jet-black hair falls down to his shoulders, and his midnight robe flows behind him despite there being no wind inside the inn. "Nice to meetcha. The name's Neave. What about you?"
He bows his head as he slings his sniper onto his back, smiling "Johnny, Johnny Cash, and this is Matilda." He gestures to the sniper on his back as if it were a person they could also talk with "She says hello."
"Nice to meetcha, Johnny. And Matilda." Neave bows back, ever so slightly shallower. "By my analysis, you're either a hitman or a trick shooter."
"Hitman? Trickshooter? No no, I'm just a simple soldier, a hunter even, nothing more than that. You assume too much of us." He smiles again.
"Pretty effective at it, if your weapon is partially sentient. Doesn't seem like something a hunter would need..." The shadow pipes up from the floor. Neave turns around and stamps on his own shadow's face, something that should be completely impossible, but he does like it happens every day. "Be quiet, you good-for-nothing piece of (GP)!" He hisses. "Did I ask you to talk?"
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed theArcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
The shadow huffs and becomes 2-dimensional again. Neave grins. His jet-black hair falls down to his shoulders, and his midnight robe flows behind him despite there being no wind inside the inn. "Nice to meetcha. The name's Neave. What about you?"
He bows his head as he slings his sniper onto his back, smiling "Johnny, Johnny Cash, and this is Matilda." He gestures to the sniper on his back as if it were a person they could also talk with "She says hello."
"Nice to meetcha, Johnny. And Matilda." Neave bows back, ever so slightly shallower. "By my analysis, you're either a hitman or a trick shooter."
"Hitman? Trickshooter? No no, I'm just a simple soldier, a hunter even, nothing more than that. You assume too much of us." He smiles again.
"Pretty effective at it, if your weapon is partially sentient. Doesn't seem like something a hunter would need..." The shadow pipes up from the floor. Neave turns around and stamps on his own shadow's face, something that should be completely impossible, but he does like it happens every day. "Be quiet, you good-for-nothing piece of (GP)!" He hisses. "Did I ask you to talk?"
He laughs a sick laugh, watching them with his smile growing wider, "She's more than partially sentient. You should learn your place, shadow. I am just a hunter, it doesn't matter what I need Matilda for, she has chosen to be mine, now be quiet."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Carrion is giggling to himself as he prepares a full seafood boil complete with corn, eggs, lobster, crab, shrimp, oysters, rockfish, salmon, trout, sea urchin, and even a full swordfish. He is no chef but he is extremely pleased by this all.
Ryidan is outside, with multiple books floating around him. He appears to have a band of light around his eyes, covering them, while multiple eyes float around him, all of them of reading a different book. The Lich looks bored, after all, he has read all of these times before, but at least it's entertainment.
Something has been roaming the woods, a monstrous creature that the townsfolk have been keeping far from. They have gone as far to have local clerics put up wards on the tree's to keep whatever it is at bay.
Omori is wandering the forest, practicing her magic every so often as she does, determined to eventually get her spells in order. She notices the warps people have put on the trees, but doesn't immediately understand what they are.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
The shadow huffs and becomes 2-dimensional again. Neave grins. His jet-black hair falls down to his shoulders, and his midnight robe flows behind him despite there being no wind inside the inn. "Nice to meetcha. The name's Neave. What about you?"
He bows his head as he slings his sniper onto his back, smiling "Johnny, Johnny Cash, and this is Matilda." He gestures to the sniper on his back as if it were a person they could also talk with "She says hello."
"Nice to meetcha, Johnny. And Matilda." Neave bows back, ever so slightly shallower. "By my analysis, you're either a hitman or a trick shooter."
"Hitman? Trickshooter? No no, I'm just a simple soldier, a hunter even, nothing more than that. You assume too much of us." He smiles again.
"Pretty effective at it, if your weapon is partially sentient. Doesn't seem like something a hunter would need..." The shadow pipes up from the floor. Neave turns around and stamps on his own shadow's face, something that should be completely impossible, but he does like it happens every day. "Be quiet, you good-for-nothing piece of (GP)!" He hisses. "Did I ask you to talk?"
He laughs a sick laugh, watching them with his smile growing wider, "She's more than partially sentient. You should learn your place, shadow. I am just a hunter, it doesn't matter what I need Matilda for, she has chosen to be mine, now be quiet."
"If only I could have no shadow at all instead of a shadow that Sh**talks me all the time..." Neave mutters. "That would be nice." The shadow mumbles something unintelligible because Neave is still standing on its face.
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed theArcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
"If only I could have no shadow at all instead of a shadow that Sh**talks me all the time..." Neave mutters. "That would be nice." The shadow mumbles something unintelligible because Neave is still standing on its face.
"Sit down, I'll get you something to drink." He orders himself some cactus whiskey, offering them the seat across from his in the booth. He continues to mutter to his sniper, Matilda, who seems to be speaking back to him somehow.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"If only I could have no shadow at all instead of a shadow that Sh**talks me all the time..." Neave mutters. "That would be nice." The shadow mumbles something unintelligible because Neave is still standing on its face.
"Sit down, I'll get you something to drink." He orders himself some cactus whiskey, offering them the seat across from his in the booth. He continues to mutter to his sniper, Matilda, who seems to be speaking back to him somehow.
"Thanks." Neave sits down. "Ya know, it's kinda odd watching someone talk to a rifle. No offence." He adds hastily.
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed theArcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
"If only I could have no shadow at all instead of a shadow that Sh**talks me all the time..." Neave mutters. "That would be nice." The shadow mumbles something unintelligible because Neave is still standing on its face.
"Sit down, I'll get you something to drink." He orders himself some cactus whiskey, offering them the seat across from his in the booth. He continues to mutter to his sniper, Matilda, who seems to be speaking back to him somehow.
"Thanks." Neave sits down. "Ya know, it's kinda odd watching someone talk to a rifle. No offence." He adds hastily.
His facade seems to crack for a moment, turning in violent rage, but he quickly calms down "I am talking to Matilda, if you could hear her, you would understand."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"I don't care what ya want, yer kid deserves an apology. That or I use yer soul as a spell ingredient." Suddenly ethereal chains wrap around the spirit, locking them from escaping.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"If only I could have no shadow at all instead of a shadow that Sh**talks me all the time..." Neave mutters. "That would be nice." The shadow mumbles something unintelligible because Neave is still standing on its face.
"Sit down, I'll get you something to drink." He orders himself some cactus whiskey, offering them the seat across from his in the booth. He continues to mutter to his sniper, Matilda, who seems to be speaking back to him somehow.
"Thanks." Neave sits down. "Ya know, it's kinda odd watching someone talk to a rifle. No offence." He adds hastily.
His facade seems to crack for a moment, turning in violent rage, but he quickly calms down "I am talking to Matilda, if you could hear her, you would understand."
"Hey, hey, no need for the rage, I said no offence. It's just that usually guns don't talk." Neave doesn't seem particularly worried about potentially getting shot. "Matilda's sentient, which is kinda rare, so bear with mye if I get a little weirded out."
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed theArcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
"I don't care what ya want, yer kid deserves an apology. That or I use yer soul as a spell ingredient." Suddenly ethereal chains wrap around the spirit, locking them from escaping.
A young man with dark brown hair, sharp green eyes, and tanned skin hits the ground in a field near the tavern. His salt and pepper bird wings flap as they try to soften the landing. He wears a dark grey tanktop, baggy black jeans, and black combat boots.
"Hitman? Trickshooter? No no, I'm just a simple soldier, a hunter even, nothing more than that. You assume too much of us." He smiles again.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She rubs the side of his face as they read, humming a little.
She sighs and leaves it out for them until they get inside.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He starts to fall asleep.
He goes inside and sits down and starts to idly play with some blocks
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Pretty effective at it, if your weapon is partially sentient. Doesn't seem like something a hunter would need..." The shadow pipes up from the floor. Neave turns around and stamps on his own shadow's face, something that should be completely impossible, but he does like it happens every day. "Be quiet, you good-for-nothing piece of (GP)!" He hisses. "Did I ask you to talk?"
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
She lets them, just happy to be with them.
She watches for a little bit before going to her room, closing the door, and preparing to summon Heath's father's spirit.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Good end?*
Heath stays playing with his blocks
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He laughs a sick laugh, watching them with his smile growing wider, "She's more than partially sentient. You should learn your place, shadow. I am just a hunter, it doesn't matter what I need Matilda for, she has chosen to be mine, now be quiet."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I would say so.*
She summons the spirit, or at least attempts to.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Omori is wandering the forest, practicing her magic every so often as she does, determined to eventually get her spells in order. She notices the warps people have put on the trees, but doesn't immediately understand what they are.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
(Hi Yvonne)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
"If only I could have no shadow at all instead of a shadow that Sh**talks me all the time..." Neave mutters. "That would be nice." The shadow mumbles something unintelligible because Neave is still standing on its face.
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
"Sit down, I'll get you something to drink." He orders himself some cactus whiskey, offering them the seat across from his in the booth. He continues to mutter to his sniper, Matilda, who seems to be speaking back to him somehow.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Want Theren or my new guy?*
Heaths father appears, arms crossed. "What now?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Thanks." Neave sits down. "Ya know, it's kinda odd watching someone talk to a rifle. No offence." He adds hastily.
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
*Whoever you want to play.*
"Yer a bad father, an' if ya wanna come back yer gonna be a better one. I can bring ya back, but ya better be good ta Heath."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
His facade seems to crack for a moment, turning in violent rage, but he quickly calms down "I am talking to Matilda, if you could hear her, you would understand."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Doesnt matter to me*
"I dont wish to come back."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*New guy then.*
"I don't care what ya want, yer kid deserves an apology. That or I use yer soul as a spell ingredient." Suddenly ethereal chains wrap around the spirit, locking them from escaping.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Hey, hey, no need for the rage, I said no offence. It's just that usually guns don't talk." Neave doesn't seem particularly worried about potentially getting shot. "Matilda's sentient, which is kinda rare, so bear with mye if I get a little weirded out."
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
A young man with dark brown hair, sharp green eyes, and tanned skin hits the ground in a field near the tavern. His salt and pepper bird wings flap as they try to soften the landing. He wears a dark grey tanktop, baggy black jeans, and black combat boots.
He sighs. "Whatever."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.