Jack snarls, his teeth bared as he flips the silver hilt of a sword from his right hand to the left. He had always been better at fighting with his left hand then his right. The blood from the deep gash in his arm found its home in the tiny hole set into the hilt. Jack heard a satisfying click as the weapon accepted his offering of blood and formed a blade cut from the fabric of reality.
The beast that had cut him deeply made itself known as it pushed past the trees of the forest, setting them ablaze. A chain devil erupted from the burned wood, its chain headdress acting like tentacles, grasping onto whatever it could and ripping it apart. Its fiery orange eyes set on Jack like a hound hunting a fox. The chain devil spat at the ground as it took a chain whip from its side and whipped it from side to side on the ground, flames starting to burn wherever they had hit.
Jack cursed to himself and placed a hand on his shoulder. The sword had already gotten its blood offering so now it was time to heal himself up. Slowly the cuts on his arm healed until inly the ghostly reminder of a scar was left behind. He gripped his sword tighter as the Chain devil snarled and rushed at him.
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Lore was outside. She was sitting in the darkest shade beneath the trees, in front of what appears to be a humanoid looking mushroom. Its eyes are covered in the shadow of an orange-yellow cap that seems to be made from its own body, while tiny holes seem to be a mouth for it, yet no sound comes out. It uses a variety of hand signal to communicate with Lore who uses them back to express what she wants to say.
Around them, floating dots of glowing orange-red spore’s make themselves known. Wherever they land, little glowing mushrooms sprout suddenly. They need harmless and Lore grins happily, using sign language to thank the Myconid.
These two seem two be close, chatting with one another while seeming to enjoy one another presence.
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A man, standing a staggering 7’2, enters the tavern. His armor is thick and rusted from ages of use, a cape of red cloth sits around his shoulders and neck and falls behind like a crimson waterfall. At his hip is a sword made from black metal, its hilt etched with intricate designs of screaming skulls buried in smoke. His eyes behind his helm are pinpricks of red light that seem to only stare at the floor and nothing else as he walks through the tavern and sits down at a table.
He continues to stare at the ground, quietly muttering to himself. His gauntlet-covered hands seem to fiddle with something small that is concealed with in them.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*I made new character who im kinda proud of. Ill add them at the end*
* How are you doing??*
A man, standing a staggering 7’2, enters the tavern. His armor is thick and rusted from ages of use, a cape of red cloth sits around his shoulders and neck and falls behind like a crimson waterfall. At his hip is a sword made from black metal, its hilt etched with intricate designs of screaming skulls buried in smoke. His eyes behind his helm are pinpricks of red light that seem to only stare at the floor and nothing else as he walks through the tavern and sits down at a table.
He continues to stare at the ground, quietly muttering to himself. His gauntlet-covered hands seem to fiddle with something small that is concealed with in them.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*I made new character who im kinda proud of. Ill add them at the end*
* How are you doing??*
A man, standing a staggering 7’2, enters the tavern. His armor is thick and rusted from ages of use, a cape of red cloth sits around his shoulders and neck and falls behind like a crimson waterfall. At his hip is a sword made from black metal, its hilt etched with intricate designs of screaming skulls buried in smoke. His eyes behind his helm are pinpricks of red light that seem to only stare at the floor and nothing else as he walks through the tavern and sits down at a table.
He continues to stare at the ground, quietly muttering to himself. His gauntlet-covered hands seem to fiddle with something small that is concealed with in them.
A green skinned Tiefling with stag horns sits next to him. He is holding a lute made of plants and vines. He sets this lute down and does intricate hand gestrues.
“Hello there. I am Cerberus. What’s your name? I already know your a necro”
*If he understands sign language, read the spoiler*
*I made new character who im kinda proud of. Ill add them at the end*
* How are you doing??*
A man, standing a staggering 7’2, enters the tavern. His armor is thick and rusted from ages of use, a cape of red cloth sits around his shoulders and neck and falls behind like a crimson waterfall. At his hip is a sword made from black metal, its hilt etched with intricate designs of screaming skulls buried in smoke. His eyes behind his helm are pinpricks of red light that seem to only stare at the floor and nothing else as he walks through the tavern and sits down at a table.
He continues to stare at the ground, quietly muttering to himself. His gauntlet-covered hands seem to fiddle with something small that is concealed with in them.
*I made new character who im kinda proud of. Ill add them at the end*
* How are you doing??*
A man, standing a staggering 7’2, enters the tavern. His armor is thick and rusted from ages of use, a cape of red cloth sits around his shoulders and neck and falls behind like a crimson waterfall. At his hip is a sword made from black metal, its hilt etched with intricate designs of screaming skulls buried in smoke. His eyes behind his helm are pinpricks of red light that seem to only stare at the floor and nothing else as he walks through the tavern and sits down at a table.
He continues to stare at the ground, quietly muttering to himself. His gauntlet-covered hands seem to fiddle with something small that is concealed with in them.
A green skinned Tiefling with stag horns sits next to him. He is holding a lute made of plants and vines. He sets this lute down and does intricate hand gestrues.
“Hello there. I am Cerberus. What’s your name? I already know your a necro”
*If he understands sign language, read the spoiler*
The man tilts his head, his red pinpoints of light that are his eyes blinks slowly
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*I made new character who im kinda proud of. Ill add them at the end*
* How are you doing??*
A man, standing a staggering 7’2, enters the tavern. His armor is thick and rusted from ages of use, a cape of red cloth sits around his shoulders and neck and falls behind like a crimson waterfall. At his hip is a sword made from black metal, its hilt etched with intricate designs of screaming skulls buried in smoke. His eyes behind his helm are pinpricks of red light that seem to only stare at the floor and nothing else as he walks through the tavern and sits down at a table.
He continues to stare at the ground, quietly muttering to himself. His gauntlet-covered hands seem to fiddle with something small that is concealed with in them.
*I'm doing great :D*
*How're you?*
*I dunno who to use, but heres my characters:*
Isaac is vibing in the main
Avery is sitting with timber
The new man spots someone staring at them
The knight stares back, eyes focused on them.
Xan is annoying Isaac.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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"Awwww, he's adorable!"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Heh, thanks dude.'
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Is Avery going to go on the quest with Timber? They could make it a quest date*
MY INFO
*Thats a maybe. He's honestly a really high level boy*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Jack snarls, his teeth bared as he flips the silver hilt of a sword from his right hand to the left. He had always been better at fighting with his left hand then his right. The blood from the deep gash in his arm found its home in the tiny hole set into the hilt. Jack heard a satisfying click as the weapon accepted his offering of blood and formed a blade cut from the fabric of reality.
The beast that had cut him deeply made itself known as it pushed past the trees of the forest, setting them ablaze. A chain devil erupted from the burned wood, its chain headdress acting like tentacles, grasping onto whatever it could and ripping it apart. Its fiery orange eyes set on Jack like a hound hunting a fox. The chain devil spat at the ground as it took a chain whip from its side and whipped it from side to side on the ground, flames starting to burn wherever they had hit.
Jack cursed to himself and placed a hand on his shoulder. The sword had already gotten its blood offering so now it was time to heal himself up. Slowly the cuts on his arm healed until inly the ghostly reminder of a scar was left behind. He gripped his sword tighter as the Chain devil snarled and rushed at him.
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Lore was outside. She was sitting in the darkest shade beneath the trees, in front of what appears to be a humanoid looking mushroom. Its eyes are covered in the shadow of an orange-yellow cap that seems to be made from its own body, while tiny holes seem to be a mouth for it, yet no sound comes out. It uses a variety of hand signal to communicate with Lore who uses them back to express what she wants to say.
Around them, floating dots of glowing orange-red spore’s make themselves known. Wherever they land, little glowing mushrooms sprout suddenly. They need harmless and Lore grins happily, using sign language to thank the Myconid.
These two seem two be close, chatting with one another while seeming to enjoy one another presence.
--------------------------------
A man, standing a staggering 7’2, enters the tavern. His armor is thick and rusted from ages of use, a cape of red cloth sits around his shoulders and neck and falls behind like a crimson waterfall. At his hip is a sword made from black metal, its hilt etched with intricate designs of screaming skulls buried in smoke. His eyes behind his helm are pinpricks of red light that seem to only stare at the floor and nothing else as he walks through the tavern and sits down at a table.
He continues to stare at the ground, quietly muttering to himself. His gauntlet-covered hands seem to fiddle with something small that is concealed with in them.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Just use the 10th level character sheet*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"I'm glad you like it"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*That's fine*
MY INFO
*Yay! Page 1000! I can't believe this lasted so long... Is what I would say if I were a liar.*
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
Extended signature: Here
"I do! thanks Timber."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Good moring*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*HIIIIII*
*I made new character who im kinda proud of. Ill add them at the end*
* How are you doing??*
A man, standing a staggering 7’2, enters the tavern. His armor is thick and rusted from ages of use, a cape of red cloth sits around his shoulders and neck and falls behind like a crimson waterfall. At his hip is a sword made from black metal, its hilt etched with intricate designs of screaming skulls buried in smoke. His eyes behind his helm are pinpricks of red light that seem to only stare at the floor and nothing else as he walks through the tavern and sits down at a table.
He continues to stare at the ground, quietly muttering to himself. His gauntlet-covered hands seem to fiddle with something small that is concealed with in them.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*-pokes head in-*
*-runs away- *
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
A green skinned Tiefling with stag horns sits next to him. He is holding a lute made of plants and vines. He sets this lute down and does intricate hand gestrues.
“Hello there. I am Cerberus. What’s your name? I already know your a necro”
*If he understands sign language, read the spoiler*
MY INFO
*I'm doing great :D*
*How're you?*
*I dunno who to use, but heres my characters:*
Isaac is vibing in the main
Avery is sitting with timber
The new man spots someone staring at them
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*HEYA DUDES! BACK FOR A LITTLE!*
Theren is outside under a tree. He is covered in wounds.
Phoenix is chillin.
Alric is asleep.
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
Serenity nervousely approaches
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Theren looks at her and smiles. 'hey S..." he mumbles
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
The man tilts his head, his red pinpoints of light that are his eyes blinks slowly
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The knight stares back, eyes focused on them.
Xan is annoying Isaac.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]