*Welp, here are all my characters. Pick who you would like to rp with :]*
Adder is inside his room, nursing wounds. Bruises and cuts are littered up and down his body and a chunk of his horn seems to have broken off. He lies in his bed, cold sweat over his body as he slowly turns over, gritting his teeth as he does. He slowly moves and takes off his shirt he is wearing, stained with his blood, as he throws it to a chair.
Thatcher is sitting at the bar, having a bit of breakfast before returning to his work. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, nor has he gotten dressed into anything else. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, flipping through a case file.
Jack is outside. He is lying in the semi-frozen grass, weaving magic as he hums to himself. He lies on a black blanket that protect him from the elements he lays upon. He has a smile playing on his lips as he watches tangible magic run through his fingers as if it were water.
Lore is sitting in her room, weaving some sort of wool sweater that seems to glisten with a holy magic. Each thread seems like it is made of silver as she takes careful care to weave magic into the yarn, making the final product a useful sweater that can deflect magic that is thrown its way.
Kelipso is outside. He is doing his duty as a ranger and destroying a few blights that are crawling through the forest. One blight, made up entirely of moss, staggers towards him, trying to rush him. He expertly maneuvers away and gets low to the ground, spins sideways to use his quarterstaff to trip it.
Xan is avoiding everyone and everything. He goes up to his room, locks the door, and flops on his bed. He lights a cigarette before drawing the curtains, so the room is thrown into darkness. Slowly, he takes off his shirt and throws it into an unseen corner of the room before going back to his bed and lying down, wincing a bit before crying silently.
Yuri is lying upstairs in her room. Illness racks her body after what had happened to Tatiana and now, she was suffering due to nature suffering.
Sitting on the windowsill is an ornate bottle, almost like a flask. It stands about 7 inches tall and is made from expertly crafted adamantine. The outside of the bottle is engraved with intricate designs of palaces amongst clouds, the sun reaching over the horizon with long beams of light piercing everything. It is painted with deep tones of blue and indigo and pale shades of cyan and turquoise.
The lid of the flash is a cork, as if it means to hold wine. The cork itself is not like anything that is seen before, it is made of turquoise and wood. In the wood, a set of numbers are engraved. “1. 9. 23. 6.”.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
*Welp, here are all my characters. Pick who you would like to rp with :]*
Adder is inside his room, nursing wounds. Bruises and cuts are littered up and down his body and a chunk of his horn seems to have broken off. He lies in his bed, cold sweat over his body as he slowly turns over, gritting his teeth as he does. He slowly moves and takes off his shirt he is wearing, stained with his blood, as he throws it to a chair.
Thatcher is sitting at the bar, having a bit of breakfast before returning to his work. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, nor has he gotten dressed into anything else. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, flipping through a case file.
Jack is outside. He is lying in the semi-frozen grass, weaving magic as he hums to himself. He lies on a black blanket that protect him from the elements he lays upon. He has a smile playing on his lips as he watches tangible magic run through his fingers as if it were water.
Lore is sitting in her room, weaving some sort of wool sweater that seems to glisten with a holy magic. Each thread seems like it is made of silver as she takes careful care to weave magic into the yarn, making the final product a useful sweater that can deflect magic that is thrown its way.
Kelipso is outside. He is doing his duty as a ranger and destroying a few blights that are crawling through the forest. One blight, made up entirely of moss, staggers towards him, trying to rush him. He expertly maneuvers away and gets low to the ground, spins sideways to use his quarterstaff to trip it.
Xan is avoiding everyone and everything. He goes up to his room, locks the door, and flops on his bed. He lights a cigarette before drawing the curtains, so the room is thrown into darkness. Slowly, he takes off his shirt and throws it into an unseen corner of the room before going back to his bed and lying down, wincing a bit before crying silently.
Yuri is lying upstairs in her room. Illness racks her body after what had happened to Tatiana and now, she was suffering due to nature suffering.
Sitting on the windowsill is an ornate bottle, almost like a flask. It stands about 7 inches tall and is made from expertly crafted adamantine. The outside of the bottle is engraved with intricate designs of palaces amongst clouds, the sun reaching over the horizon with long beams of light piercing everything. It is painted with deep tones of blue and indigo and pale shades of cyan and turquoise.
The lid of the flash is a cork, as if it means to hold wine. The cork itself is not like anything that is seen before, it is made of turquoise and wood. In the wood, a set of numbers are engraved. “1. 9. 23. 6.”.
*Welp, here are all my characters. Pick who you would like to rp with :]*
Adder is inside his room, nursing wounds. Bruises and cuts are littered up and down his body and a chunk of his horn seems to have broken off. He lies in his bed, cold sweat over his body as he slowly turns over, gritting his teeth as he does. He slowly moves and takes off his shirt he is wearing, stained with his blood, as he throws it to a chair.
Thatcher is sitting at the bar, having a bit of breakfast before returning to his work. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, nor has he gotten dressed into anything else. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, flipping through a case file.
Jack is outside. He is lying in the semi-frozen grass, weaving magic as he hums to himself. He lies on a black blanket that protect him from the elements he lays upon. He has a smile playing on his lips as he watches tangible magic run through his fingers as if it were water.
Lore is sitting in her room, weaving some sort of wool sweater that seems to glisten with a holy magic. Each thread seems like it is made of silver as she takes careful care to weave magic into the yarn, making the final product a useful sweater that can deflect magic that is thrown its way.
Kelipso is outside. He is doing his duty as a ranger and destroying a few blights that are crawling through the forest. One blight, made up entirely of moss, staggers towards him, trying to rush him. He expertly maneuvers away and gets low to the ground, spins sideways to use his quarterstaff to trip it.
Xan is avoiding everyone and everything. He goes up to his room, locks the door, and flops on his bed. He lights a cigarette before drawing the curtains, so the room is thrown into darkness. Slowly, he takes off his shirt and throws it into an unseen corner of the room before going back to his bed and lying down, wincing a bit before crying silently.
Yuri is lying upstairs in her room. Illness racks her body after what had happened to Tatiana and now, she was suffering due to nature suffering.
Sitting on the windowsill is an ornate bottle, almost like a flask. It stands about 7 inches tall and is made from expertly crafted adamantine. The outside of the bottle is engraved with intricate designs of palaces amongst clouds, the sun reaching over the horizon with long beams of light piercing everything. It is painted with deep tones of blue and indigo and pale shades of cyan and turquoise.
The lid of the flash is a cork, as if it means to hold wine. The cork itself is not like anything that is seen before, it is made of turquoise and wood. In the wood, a set of numbers are engraved. “1. 9. 23. 6.”.
*Adder*
Galax knocks on Adders door, "can I come in?"
Adder lets out a groan, to lazy to get up
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
*Welp, here are all my characters. Pick who you would like to rp with :]*
Adder is inside his room, nursing wounds. Bruises and cuts are littered up and down his body and a chunk of his horn seems to have broken off. He lies in his bed, cold sweat over his body as he slowly turns over, gritting his teeth as he does. He slowly moves and takes off his shirt he is wearing, stained with his blood, as he throws it to a chair.
Thatcher is sitting at the bar, having a bit of breakfast before returning to his work. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, nor has he gotten dressed into anything else. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, flipping through a case file.
Jack is outside. He is lying in the semi-frozen grass, weaving magic as he hums to himself. He lies on a black blanket that protect him from the elements he lays upon. He has a smile playing on his lips as he watches tangible magic run through his fingers as if it were water.
Lore is sitting in her room, weaving some sort of wool sweater that seems to glisten with a holy magic. Each thread seems like it is made of silver as she takes careful care to weave magic into the yarn, making the final product a useful sweater that can deflect magic that is thrown its way.
Kelipso is outside. He is doing his duty as a ranger and destroying a few blights that are crawling through the forest. One blight, made up entirely of moss, staggers towards him, trying to rush him. He expertly maneuvers away and gets low to the ground, spins sideways to use his quarterstaff to trip it.
Xan is avoiding everyone and everything. He goes up to his room, locks the door, and flops on his bed. He lights a cigarette before drawing the curtains, so the room is thrown into darkness. Slowly, he takes off his shirt and throws it into an unseen corner of the room before going back to his bed and lying down, wincing a bit before crying silently.
Yuri is lying upstairs in her room. Illness racks her body after what had happened to Tatiana and now, she was suffering due to nature suffering.
Sitting on the windowsill is an ornate bottle, almost like a flask. It stands about 7 inches tall and is made from expertly crafted adamantine. The outside of the bottle is engraved with intricate designs of palaces amongst clouds, the sun reaching over the horizon with long beams of light piercing everything. It is painted with deep tones of blue and indigo and pale shades of cyan and turquoise.
The lid of the flash is a cork, as if it means to hold wine. The cork itself is not like anything that is seen before, it is made of turquoise and wood. In the wood, a set of numbers are engraved. “1. 9. 23. 6.”.
*Welp, here are all my characters. Pick who you would like to rp with :]*
Adder is inside his room, nursing wounds. Bruises and cuts are littered up and down his body and a chunk of his horn seems to have broken off. He lies in his bed, cold sweat over his body as he slowly turns over, gritting his teeth as he does. He slowly moves and takes off his shirt he is wearing, stained with his blood, as he throws it to a chair.
Thatcher is sitting at the bar, having a bit of breakfast before returning to his work. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, nor has he gotten dressed into anything else. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, flipping through a case file.
Jack is outside. He is lying in the semi-frozen grass, weaving magic as he hums to himself. He lies on a black blanket that protect him from the elements he lays upon. He has a smile playing on his lips as he watches tangible magic run through his fingers as if it were water.
Lore is sitting in her room, weaving some sort of wool sweater that seems to glisten with a holy magic. Each thread seems like it is made of silver as she takes careful care to weave magic into the yarn, making the final product a useful sweater that can deflect magic that is thrown its way.
Kelipso is outside. He is doing his duty as a ranger and destroying a few blights that are crawling through the forest. One blight, made up entirely of moss, staggers towards him, trying to rush him. He expertly maneuvers away and gets low to the ground, spins sideways to use his quarterstaff to trip it.
Xan is avoiding everyone and everything. He goes up to his room, locks the door, and flops on his bed. He lights a cigarette before drawing the curtains, so the room is thrown into darkness. Slowly, he takes off his shirt and throws it into an unseen corner of the room before going back to his bed and lying down, wincing a bit before crying silently.
Yuri is lying upstairs in her room. Illness racks her body after what had happened to Tatiana and now, she was suffering due to nature suffering.
Sitting on the windowsill is an ornate bottle, almost like a flask. It stands about 7 inches tall and is made from expertly crafted adamantine. The outside of the bottle is engraved with intricate designs of palaces amongst clouds, the sun reaching over the horizon with long beams of light piercing everything. It is painted with deep tones of blue and indigo and pale shades of cyan and turquoise.
The lid of the flash is a cork, as if it means to hold wine. The cork itself is not like anything that is seen before, it is made of turquoise and wood. In the wood, a set of numbers are engraved. “1. 9. 23. 6.”.
*Adder*
Galax knocks on Adders door, "can I come in?"
Adder lets out a groan, to lazy to get up
"Is that a yes?"
Another groan
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
*Welp, here are all my characters. Pick who you would like to rp with :]*
Adder is inside his room, nursing wounds. Bruises and cuts are littered up and down his body and a chunk of his horn seems to have broken off. He lies in his bed, cold sweat over his body as he slowly turns over, gritting his teeth as he does. He slowly moves and takes off his shirt he is wearing, stained with his blood, as he throws it to a chair.
Thatcher is sitting at the bar, having a bit of breakfast before returning to his work. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, nor has he gotten dressed into anything else. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, flipping through a case file.
Jack is outside. He is lying in the semi-frozen grass, weaving magic as he hums to himself. He lies on a black blanket that protect him from the elements he lays upon. He has a smile playing on his lips as he watches tangible magic run through his fingers as if it were water.
Lore is sitting in her room, weaving some sort of wool sweater that seems to glisten with a holy magic. Each thread seems like it is made of silver as she takes careful care to weave magic into the yarn, making the final product a useful sweater that can deflect magic that is thrown its way.
Kelipso is outside. He is doing his duty as a ranger and destroying a few blights that are crawling through the forest. One blight, made up entirely of moss, staggers towards him, trying to rush him. He expertly maneuvers away and gets low to the ground, spins sideways to use his quarterstaff to trip it.
Xan is avoiding everyone and everything. He goes up to his room, locks the door, and flops on his bed. He lights a cigarette before drawing the curtains, so the room is thrown into darkness. Slowly, he takes off his shirt and throws it into an unseen corner of the room before going back to his bed and lying down, wincing a bit before crying silently.
Yuri is lying upstairs in her room. Illness racks her body after what had happened to Tatiana and now, she was suffering due to nature suffering.
Sitting on the windowsill is an ornate bottle, almost like a flask. It stands about 7 inches tall and is made from expertly crafted adamantine. The outside of the bottle is engraved with intricate designs of palaces amongst clouds, the sun reaching over the horizon with long beams of light piercing everything. It is painted with deep tones of blue and indigo and pale shades of cyan and turquoise.
The lid of the flash is a cork, as if it means to hold wine. The cork itself is not like anything that is seen before, it is made of turquoise and wood. In the wood, a set of numbers are engraved. “1. 9. 23. 6.”.
*Adder*
Galax knocks on Adders door, "can I come in?"
Adder lets out a groan, to lazy to get up
"Is that a yes?"
Another groan
"I'm assuming that's a yes" Galax says, opening the door "you really got banged up this time" he says, standing next to the bed
*Welp, here are all my characters. Pick who you would like to rp with :]*
Adder is inside his room, nursing wounds. Bruises and cuts are littered up and down his body and a chunk of his horn seems to have broken off. He lies in his bed, cold sweat over his body as he slowly turns over, gritting his teeth as he does. He slowly moves and takes off his shirt he is wearing, stained with his blood, as he throws it to a chair.
Thatcher is sitting at the bar, having a bit of breakfast before returning to his work. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, nor has he gotten dressed into anything else. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, flipping through a case file.
Jack is outside. He is lying in the semi-frozen grass, weaving magic as he hums to himself. He lies on a black blanket that protect him from the elements he lays upon. He has a smile playing on his lips as he watches tangible magic run through his fingers as if it were water.
Lore is sitting in her room, weaving some sort of wool sweater that seems to glisten with a holy magic. Each thread seems like it is made of silver as she takes careful care to weave magic into the yarn, making the final product a useful sweater that can deflect magic that is thrown its way.
Kelipso is outside. He is doing his duty as a ranger and destroying a few blights that are crawling through the forest. One blight, made up entirely of moss, staggers towards him, trying to rush him. He expertly maneuvers away and gets low to the ground, spins sideways to use his quarterstaff to trip it.
Xan is avoiding everyone and everything. He goes up to his room, locks the door, and flops on his bed. He lights a cigarette before drawing the curtains, so the room is thrown into darkness. Slowly, he takes off his shirt and throws it into an unseen corner of the room before going back to his bed and lying down, wincing a bit before crying silently.
Yuri is lying upstairs in her room. Illness racks her body after what had happened to Tatiana and now, she was suffering due to nature suffering.
Sitting on the windowsill is an ornate bottle, almost like a flask. It stands about 7 inches tall and is made from expertly crafted adamantine. The outside of the bottle is engraved with intricate designs of palaces amongst clouds, the sun reaching over the horizon with long beams of light piercing everything. It is painted with deep tones of blue and indigo and pale shades of cyan and turquoise.
The lid of the flash is a cork, as if it means to hold wine. The cork itself is not like anything that is seen before, it is made of turquoise and wood. In the wood, a set of numbers are engraved. “1. 9. 23. 6.”.
*Adder*
Galax knocks on Adders door, "can I come in?"
Adder lets out a groan, to lazy to get up
"Is that a yes?"
Another groan
"I'm assuming that's a yes" Galax says, opening the door "you really got banged up this time" he says, standing next to the bed
"y e p" he said and rolled over to face Galax "I'm alive..."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
*Welp, here are all my characters. Pick who you would like to rp with :]*
Adder is inside his room, nursing wounds. Bruises and cuts are littered up and down his body and a chunk of his horn seems to have broken off. He lies in his bed, cold sweat over his body as he slowly turns over, gritting his teeth as he does. He slowly moves and takes off his shirt he is wearing, stained with his blood, as he throws it to a chair.
Thatcher is sitting at the bar, having a bit of breakfast before returning to his work. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, nor has he gotten dressed into anything else. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, flipping through a case file.
Jack is outside. He is lying in the semi-frozen grass, weaving magic as he hums to himself. He lies on a black blanket that protect him from the elements he lays upon. He has a smile playing on his lips as he watches tangible magic run through his fingers as if it were water.
Lore is sitting in her room, weaving some sort of wool sweater that seems to glisten with a holy magic. Each thread seems like it is made of silver as she takes careful care to weave magic into the yarn, making the final product a useful sweater that can deflect magic that is thrown its way.
Kelipso is outside. He is doing his duty as a ranger and destroying a few blights that are crawling through the forest. One blight, made up entirely of moss, staggers towards him, trying to rush him. He expertly maneuvers away and gets low to the ground, spins sideways to use his quarterstaff to trip it.
Xan is avoiding everyone and everything. He goes up to his room, locks the door, and flops on his bed. He lights a cigarette before drawing the curtains, so the room is thrown into darkness. Slowly, he takes off his shirt and throws it into an unseen corner of the room before going back to his bed and lying down, wincing a bit before crying silently.
Yuri is lying upstairs in her room. Illness racks her body after what had happened to Tatiana and now, she was suffering due to nature suffering.
Sitting on the windowsill is an ornate bottle, almost like a flask. It stands about 7 inches tall and is made from expertly crafted adamantine. The outside of the bottle is engraved with intricate designs of palaces amongst clouds, the sun reaching over the horizon with long beams of light piercing everything. It is painted with deep tones of blue and indigo and pale shades of cyan and turquoise.
The lid of the flash is a cork, as if it means to hold wine. The cork itself is not like anything that is seen before, it is made of turquoise and wood. In the wood, a set of numbers are engraved. “1. 9. 23. 6.”.
*Adder*
Galax knocks on Adders door, "can I come in?"
Adder lets out a groan, to lazy to get up
"Is that a yes?"
Another groan
"I'm assuming that's a yes" Galax says, opening the door "you really got banged up this time" he says, standing next to the bed
"y e p" he said and rolled over to face Galax "I'm alive..."
"Barley" Galax says "I'm going to heal you okay?" Casting power word heal on adder
*Welp, here are all my characters. Pick who you would like to rp with :]*
Adder is inside his room, nursing wounds. Bruises and cuts are littered up and down his body and a chunk of his horn seems to have broken off. He lies in his bed, cold sweat over his body as he slowly turns over, gritting his teeth as he does. He slowly moves and takes off his shirt he is wearing, stained with his blood, as he throws it to a chair.
Thatcher is sitting at the bar, having a bit of breakfast before returning to his work. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, nor has he gotten dressed into anything else. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, flipping through a case file.
Jack is outside. He is lying in the semi-frozen grass, weaving magic as he hums to himself. He lies on a black blanket that protect him from the elements he lays upon. He has a smile playing on his lips as he watches tangible magic run through his fingers as if it were water.
Lore is sitting in her room, weaving some sort of wool sweater that seems to glisten with a holy magic. Each thread seems like it is made of silver as she takes careful care to weave magic into the yarn, making the final product a useful sweater that can deflect magic that is thrown its way.
Kelipso is outside. He is doing his duty as a ranger and destroying a few blights that are crawling through the forest. One blight, made up entirely of moss, staggers towards him, trying to rush him. He expertly maneuvers away and gets low to the ground, spins sideways to use his quarterstaff to trip it.
Xan is avoiding everyone and everything. He goes up to his room, locks the door, and flops on his bed. He lights a cigarette before drawing the curtains, so the room is thrown into darkness. Slowly, he takes off his shirt and throws it into an unseen corner of the room before going back to his bed and lying down, wincing a bit before crying silently.
Yuri is lying upstairs in her room. Illness racks her body after what had happened to Tatiana and now, she was suffering due to nature suffering.
Sitting on the windowsill is an ornate bottle, almost like a flask. It stands about 7 inches tall and is made from expertly crafted adamantine. The outside of the bottle is engraved with intricate designs of palaces amongst clouds, the sun reaching over the horizon with long beams of light piercing everything. It is painted with deep tones of blue and indigo and pale shades of cyan and turquoise.
The lid of the flash is a cork, as if it means to hold wine. The cork itself is not like anything that is seen before, it is made of turquoise and wood. In the wood, a set of numbers are engraved. “1. 9. 23. 6.”.
*Adder*
Galax knocks on Adders door, "can I come in?"
Adder lets out a groan, to lazy to get up
"Is that a yes?"
Another groan
"I'm assuming that's a yes" Galax says, opening the door "you really got banged up this time" he says, standing next to the bed
"y e p" he said and rolled over to face Galax "I'm alive..."
"Barley" Galax says "I'm going to heal you okay?" Casting power word heal on adder
Adder has no energy to protest so he just lies there, letting him.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
*Welp, here are all my characters. Pick who you would like to rp with :]*
Adder is inside his room, nursing wounds. Bruises and cuts are littered up and down his body and a chunk of his horn seems to have broken off. He lies in his bed, cold sweat over his body as he slowly turns over, gritting his teeth as he does. He slowly moves and takes off his shirt he is wearing, stained with his blood, as he throws it to a chair.
Thatcher is sitting at the bar, having a bit of breakfast before returning to his work. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, nor has he gotten dressed into anything else. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, flipping through a case file.
Jack is outside. He is lying in the semi-frozen grass, weaving magic as he hums to himself. He lies on a black blanket that protect him from the elements he lays upon. He has a smile playing on his lips as he watches tangible magic run through his fingers as if it were water.
Lore is sitting in her room, weaving some sort of wool sweater that seems to glisten with a holy magic. Each thread seems like it is made of silver as she takes careful care to weave magic into the yarn, making the final product a useful sweater that can deflect magic that is thrown its way.
Kelipso is outside. He is doing his duty as a ranger and destroying a few blights that are crawling through the forest. One blight, made up entirely of moss, staggers towards him, trying to rush him. He expertly maneuvers away and gets low to the ground, spins sideways to use his quarterstaff to trip it.
Xan is avoiding everyone and everything. He goes up to his room, locks the door, and flops on his bed. He lights a cigarette before drawing the curtains, so the room is thrown into darkness. Slowly, he takes off his shirt and throws it into an unseen corner of the room before going back to his bed and lying down, wincing a bit before crying silently.
Yuri is lying upstairs in her room. Illness racks her body after what had happened to Tatiana and now, she was suffering due to nature suffering.
Sitting on the windowsill is an ornate bottle, almost like a flask. It stands about 7 inches tall and is made from expertly crafted adamantine. The outside of the bottle is engraved with intricate designs of palaces amongst clouds, the sun reaching over the horizon with long beams of light piercing everything. It is painted with deep tones of blue and indigo and pale shades of cyan and turquoise.
The lid of the flash is a cork, as if it means to hold wine. The cork itself is not like anything that is seen before, it is made of turquoise and wood. In the wood, a set of numbers are engraved. “1. 9. 23. 6.”.
*Adder*
Galax knocks on Adders door, "can I come in?"
Adder lets out a groan, to lazy to get up
"Is that a yes?"
Another groan
"I'm assuming that's a yes" Galax says, opening the door "you really got banged up this time" he says, standing next to the bed
"y e p" he said and rolled over to face Galax "I'm alive..."
"Barley" Galax says "I'm going to heal you okay?" Casting power word heal on adder
Adder has no energy to protest so he just lies there, letting him.
Adder is back to full health, and the wounds close "you really need to stop pit fighting
*Welp, here are all my characters. Pick who you would like to rp with :]*
Adder is inside his room, nursing wounds. Bruises and cuts are littered up and down his body and a chunk of his horn seems to have broken off. He lies in his bed, cold sweat over his body as he slowly turns over, gritting his teeth as he does. He slowly moves and takes off his shirt he is wearing, stained with his blood, as he throws it to a chair.
Thatcher is sitting at the bar, having a bit of breakfast before returning to his work. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, nor has he gotten dressed into anything else. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, flipping through a case file.
Jack is outside. He is lying in the semi-frozen grass, weaving magic as he hums to himself. He lies on a black blanket that protect him from the elements he lays upon. He has a smile playing on his lips as he watches tangible magic run through his fingers as if it were water.
Lore is sitting in her room, weaving some sort of wool sweater that seems to glisten with a holy magic. Each thread seems like it is made of silver as she takes careful care to weave magic into the yarn, making the final product a useful sweater that can deflect magic that is thrown its way.
Kelipso is outside. He is doing his duty as a ranger and destroying a few blights that are crawling through the forest. One blight, made up entirely of moss, staggers towards him, trying to rush him. He expertly maneuvers away and gets low to the ground, spins sideways to use his quarterstaff to trip it.
Xan is avoiding everyone and everything. He goes up to his room, locks the door, and flops on his bed. He lights a cigarette before drawing the curtains, so the room is thrown into darkness. Slowly, he takes off his shirt and throws it into an unseen corner of the room before going back to his bed and lying down, wincing a bit before crying silently.
Yuri is lying upstairs in her room. Illness racks her body after what had happened to Tatiana and now, she was suffering due to nature suffering.
Sitting on the windowsill is an ornate bottle, almost like a flask. It stands about 7 inches tall and is made from expertly crafted adamantine. The outside of the bottle is engraved with intricate designs of palaces amongst clouds, the sun reaching over the horizon with long beams of light piercing everything. It is painted with deep tones of blue and indigo and pale shades of cyan and turquoise.
The lid of the flash is a cork, as if it means to hold wine. The cork itself is not like anything that is seen before, it is made of turquoise and wood. In the wood, a set of numbers are engraved. “1. 9. 23. 6.”.
*Adder*
Galax knocks on Adders door, "can I come in?"
Adder lets out a groan, to lazy to get up
"Is that a yes?"
Another groan
"I'm assuming that's a yes" Galax says, opening the door "you really got banged up this time" he says, standing next to the bed
"y e p" he said and rolled over to face Galax "I'm alive..."
"Barley" Galax says "I'm going to heal you okay?" Casting power word heal on adder
Adder has no energy to protest so he just lies there, letting him.
Adder is back to full health, and the wounds close "you really need to stop pit fighting
"I wasn't... Pit fighting" he said while sitting up. He is still in pain but he is fine.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
Adder is inside his room, nursing wounds. Bruises and cuts are littered up and down his body and a chunk of his horn seems to have broken off. He lies in his bed, cold sweat over his body as he slowly turns over, gritting his teeth as he does. He slowly moves and takes off his shirt he is wearing, stained with his blood, as he throws it to a chair.
Thatcher is sitting at the bar, having a bit of breakfast before returning to his work. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, nor has he gotten dressed into anything else. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, flipping through a case file.
Jack is outside. He is lying in the semi-frozen grass, weaving magic as he hums to himself. He lies on a black blanket that protect him from the elements he lays upon. He has a smile playing on his lips as he watches tangible magic run through his fingers as if it were water.
Lore is sitting in her room, weaving some sort of wool sweater that seems to glisten with a holy magic. Each thread seems like it is made of silver as she takes careful care to weave magic into the yarn, making the final product a useful sweater that can deflect magic that is thrown its way.
Kelipso is outside. He is doing his duty as a ranger and destroying a few blights that are crawling through the forest. One blight, made up entirely of moss, staggers towards him, trying to rush him. He expertly maneuvers away and gets low to the ground, spins sideways to use his quarterstaff to trip it.
Xan is avoiding everyone and everything. He goes up to his room, locks the door, and flops on his bed. He lights a cigarette before drawing the curtains, so the room is thrown into darkness. Slowly, he takes off his shirt and throws it into an unseen corner of the room before going back to his bed and lying down, wincing a bit before crying silently.
Yuri is lying upstairs in her room. Illness racks her body after what had happened to Tatiana and now, she was suffering due to nature suffering.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
Adder is inside his room, nursing wounds. Bruises and cuts are littered up and down his body and a chunk of his horn seems to have broken off. He lies in his bed, cold sweat over his body as he slowly turns over, gritting his teeth as he does. He slowly moves and takes off his shirt he is wearing, stained with his blood, as he throws it to a chair.
Thatcher is sitting at the bar, having a bit of breakfast before returning to his work. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, nor has he gotten dressed into anything else. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, flipping through a case file.
Jack is outside. He is lying in the semi-frozen grass, weaving magic as he hums to himself. He lies on a black blanket that protect him from the elements he lays upon. He has a smile playing on his lips as he watches tangible magic run through his fingers as if it were water.
Lore is sitting in her room, weaving some sort of wool sweater that seems to glisten with a holy magic. Each thread seems like it is made of silver as she takes careful care to weave magic into the yarn, making the final product a useful sweater that can deflect magic that is thrown its way.
Kelipso is outside. He is doing his duty as a ranger and destroying a few blights that are crawling through the forest. One blight, made up entirely of moss, staggers towards him, trying to rush him. He expertly maneuvers away and gets low to the ground, spins sideways to use his quarterstaff to trip it.
Xan is avoiding everyone and everything. He goes up to his room, locks the door, and flops on his bed. He lights a cigarette before drawing the curtains, so the room is thrown into darkness. Slowly, he takes off his shirt and throws it into an unseen corner of the room before going back to his bed and lying down, wincing a bit before crying silently.
Yuri is lying upstairs in her room. Illness racks her body after what had happened to Tatiana and now, she was suffering due to nature suffering.
(I'll go with Jack)
Gravedigger walks over to him "What are you casting?"
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*Welp, here are all my characters. Pick who you would like to rp with :]*
Adder is inside his room, nursing wounds. Bruises and cuts are littered up and down his body and a chunk of his horn seems to have broken off. He lies in his bed, cold sweat over his body as he slowly turns over, gritting his teeth as he does. He slowly moves and takes off his shirt he is wearing, stained with his blood, as he throws it to a chair.
Thatcher is sitting at the bar, having a bit of breakfast before returning to his work. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, nor has he gotten dressed into anything else. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, flipping through a case file.
Jack is outside. He is lying in the semi-frozen grass, weaving magic as he hums to himself. He lies on a black blanket that protect him from the elements he lays upon. He has a smile playing on his lips as he watches tangible magic run through his fingers as if it were water.
Lore is sitting in her room, weaving some sort of wool sweater that seems to glisten with a holy magic. Each thread seems like it is made of silver as she takes careful care to weave magic into the yarn, making the final product a useful sweater that can deflect magic that is thrown its way.
Kelipso is outside. He is doing his duty as a ranger and destroying a few blights that are crawling through the forest. One blight, made up entirely of moss, staggers towards him, trying to rush him. He expertly maneuvers away and gets low to the ground, spins sideways to use his quarterstaff to trip it.
Xan is avoiding everyone and everything. He goes up to his room, locks the door, and flops on his bed. He lights a cigarette before drawing the curtains, so the room is thrown into darkness. Slowly, he takes off his shirt and throws it into an unseen corner of the room before going back to his bed and lying down, wincing a bit before crying silently.
Yuri is lying upstairs in her room. Illness racks her body after what had happened to Tatiana and now, she was suffering due to nature suffering.
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<New Character Arrival>
Sitting on the windowsill is an ornate bottle, almost like a flask. It stands about 7 inches tall and is made from expertly crafted adamantine. The outside of the bottle is engraved with intricate designs of palaces amongst clouds, the sun reaching over the horizon with long beams of light piercing everything. It is painted with deep tones of blue and indigo and pale shades of cyan and turquoise.
The lid of the flash is a cork, as if it means to hold wine. The cork itself is not like anything that is seen before, it is made of turquoise and wood. In the wood, a set of numbers are engraved. “1. 9. 23. 6.”.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Adder*
Galax knocks on Adders door, "can I come in?"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Adder lets out a groan, to lazy to get up
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Is that a yes?"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Another groan
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I'm assuming that's a yes" Galax says, opening the door "you really got banged up this time" he says, standing next to the bed
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"y e p" he said and rolled over to face Galax "I'm alive..."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(Morning)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
*Hey there :)*
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(How are you?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
*Waking up and waiting for people to exist lol*
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Barley" Galax says "I'm going to heal you okay?" Casting power word heal on adder
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
(Same lol)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Adder has no energy to protest so he just lies there, letting him.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Want to RP?*
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Adder is back to full health, and the wounds close "you really need to stop pit fighting
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"I wasn't... Pit fighting" he said while sitting up. He is still in pain but he is fine.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(sure. What characters do you have?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Adder is inside his room, nursing wounds. Bruises and cuts are littered up and down his body and a chunk of his horn seems to have broken off. He lies in his bed, cold sweat over his body as he slowly turns over, gritting his teeth as he does. He slowly moves and takes off his shirt he is wearing, stained with his blood, as he throws it to a chair.
Thatcher is sitting at the bar, having a bit of breakfast before returning to his work. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, nor has he gotten dressed into anything else. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, flipping through a case file.
Jack is outside. He is lying in the semi-frozen grass, weaving magic as he hums to himself. He lies on a black blanket that protect him from the elements he lays upon. He has a smile playing on his lips as he watches tangible magic run through his fingers as if it were water.
Lore is sitting in her room, weaving some sort of wool sweater that seems to glisten with a holy magic. Each thread seems like it is made of silver as she takes careful care to weave magic into the yarn, making the final product a useful sweater that can deflect magic that is thrown its way.
Kelipso is outside. He is doing his duty as a ranger and destroying a few blights that are crawling through the forest. One blight, made up entirely of moss, staggers towards him, trying to rush him. He expertly maneuvers away and gets low to the ground, spins sideways to use his quarterstaff to trip it.
Xan is avoiding everyone and everything. He goes up to his room, locks the door, and flops on his bed. He lights a cigarette before drawing the curtains, so the room is thrown into darkness. Slowly, he takes off his shirt and throws it into an unseen corner of the room before going back to his bed and lying down, wincing a bit before crying silently.
Yuri is lying upstairs in her room. Illness racks her body after what had happened to Tatiana and now, she was suffering due to nature suffering.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(I'll go with Jack)
Gravedigger walks over to him "What are you casting?"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM