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?"
"I honestly have no clue. I just like messing with magic." he said and grinned
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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?"
"I honestly have no clue. I just like messing with magic." he said and grinned
*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.
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?"
"I honestly have no clue. I just like messing with magic." he said and grinned
"Isn't that a bit dangerous to do?"
"Not entirely if you know what your doing." he said and sat up "want to try?"
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
"I wasn't... Pit fighting" he said while sitting up. He is still in pain but he is fine.
"What was it then?" Galax seems worried
I was caught stealing again"
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
"I wasn't... Pit fighting" he said while sitting up. He is still in pain but he is fine.
"What was it then?" Galax seems worried
I was caught stealing again"
Galax slaps him across the face "what was it this time?" He says, his expression softening slightly
*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.
"What was it then?" Galax seems worried
I was caught stealing again"
Galax slaps him across the face "what was it this time?" He says, his expression softening slightly
Adder looks stunned from the slap for a minute before looking down at the ground. "It wasn't anything bad..."
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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?"
"I honestly have no clue. I just like messing with magic." he said and grinned
"Isn't that a bit dangerous to do?"
"Not entirely if you know what your doing." he said and sat up "want to try?"
"Sure. It's been a little while since i've played with magic"
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?"
"I honestly have no clue. I just like messing with magic." he said and grinned
"Isn't that a bit dangerous to do?"
"Not entirely if you know what your doing." he said and sat up "want to try?"
"Sure. It's been a little while since i've played with magic"
He forms what looks like a violet ball of light in his hand and hands it to them
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."
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?"
"I honestly have no clue. I just like messing with magic." he said and grinned
"Isn't that a bit dangerous to do?"
"Not entirely if you know what your doing." he said and sat up "want to try?"
"Sure. It's been a little while since i've played with magic"
He forms what looks like a violet ball of light in his hand and hands it to them
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?"
"I honestly have no clue. I just like messing with magic." he said and grinned
"Isn't that a bit dangerous to do?"
"Not entirely if you know what your doing." he said and sat up "want to try?"
"Sure. It's been a little while since i've played with magic"
He forms what looks like a violet ball of light in his hand and hands it to them
Gravedigger takes it
He smiles "Try and control it"
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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."
*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.
"What was it then?" Galax seems worried
I was caught stealing again"
Galax slaps him across the face "what was it this time?" He says, his expression softening slightly
Adder looks stunned from the slap for a minute before looking down at the ground. "It wasn't anything bad..."
"Sorry" Galax says sheepishly "but really, what was it? I'm not upset at you adder, just... Surprised"
*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.
"What was it then?" Galax seems worried
I was caught stealing again"
Galax slaps him across the face "what was it this time?" He says, his expression softening slightly
Adder looks stunned from the slap for a minute before looking down at the ground. "It wasn't anything bad..."
"Sorry" Galax says sheepishly "but really, what was it? I'm not upset at you adder, just... Surprised"
"I know... i havent done it in..... awhile..."
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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."
*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.
"What was it then?" Galax seems worried
I was caught stealing again"
Galax slaps him across the face "what was it this time?" He says, his expression softening slightly
Adder looks stunned from the slap for a minute before looking down at the ground. "It wasn't anything bad..."
"Sorry" Galax says sheepishly "but really, what was it? I'm not upset at you adder, just... Surprised"
"I know... i havent done it in..... awhile..."
"What did you take?" Galax asks, sitting next to 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.
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.
"What was it then?" Galax seems worried
I was caught stealing again"
Galax slaps him across the face "what was it this time?" He says, his expression softening slightly
Adder looks stunned from the slap for a minute before looking down at the ground. "It wasn't anything bad..."
"Sorry" Galax says sheepishly "but really, what was it? I'm not upset at you adder, just... Surprised"
"I know... i havent done it in..... awhile..."
"What did you take?" Galax asks, sitting next to adder
"a few gems...." he said and dug into his pockets and pulled out like 10 gems
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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."
*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.
"What was it then?" Galax seems worried
I was caught stealing again"
Galax slaps him across the face "what was it this time?" He says, his expression softening slightly
Adder looks stunned from the slap for a minute before looking down at the ground. "It wasn't anything bad..."
"Sorry" Galax says sheepishly "but really, what was it? I'm not upset at you adder, just... Surprised"
"I know... i havent done it in..... awhile..."
"What did you take?" Galax asks, sitting next to adder
"a few gems...." he said and dug into his pockets and pulled out like 10 gems
"Adder, you're like a brother to me, if you need money, just ask"
*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.
"What was it then?" Galax seems worried
I was caught stealing again"
Galax slaps him across the face "what was it this time?" He says, his expression softening slightly
Adder looks stunned from the slap for a minute before looking down at the ground. "It wasn't anything bad..."
"Sorry" Galax says sheepishly "but really, what was it? I'm not upset at you adder, just... Surprised"
"I know... i havent done it in..... awhile..."
"What did you take?" Galax asks, sitting next to adder
"a few gems...." he said and dug into his pockets and pulled out like 10 gems
"Adder, you're like a brother to me, if you need money, just ask"
"But my pride makes it impossible for me to do that"
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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."
*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.
"What was it then?" Galax seems worried
I was caught stealing again"
Galax slaps him across the face "what was it this time?" He says, his expression softening slightly
Adder looks stunned from the slap for a minute before looking down at the ground. "It wasn't anything bad..."
"Sorry" Galax says sheepishly "but really, what was it? I'm not upset at you adder, just... Surprised"
"I know... i havent done it in..... awhile..."
"What did you take?" Galax asks, sitting next to adder
"a few gems...." he said and dug into his pockets and pulled out like 10 gems
"Adder, you're like a brother to me, if you need money, just ask"
"But my pride makes it impossible for me to do that"
"And I can't sit by, when you have to steal money, when I have more money than I know what to do with!"
*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.
"What was it then?" Galax seems worried
I was caught stealing again"
Galax slaps him across the face "what was it this time?" He says, his expression softening slightly
Adder looks stunned from the slap for a minute before looking down at the ground. "It wasn't anything bad..."
"Sorry" Galax says sheepishly "but really, what was it? I'm not upset at you adder, just... Surprised"
"I know... i havent done it in..... awhile..."
"What did you take?" Galax asks, sitting next to adder
"a few gems...." he said and dug into his pockets and pulled out like 10 gems
"Adder, you're like a brother to me, if you need money, just ask"
"But my pride makes it impossible for me to do that"
"And I can't sit by, when you have to steal money, when I have more money than I know what to do with!"
"No" he said and laid back down.
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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."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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"I honestly have no clue. I just like messing with magic." he said and grinned
"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]
"Isn't that a bit dangerous to do?"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
"What was it then?" Galax seems worried
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"Not entirely if you know what your doing." he said and sat up "want to try?"
"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 was caught stealing again"
"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]
Galax slaps him across the face "what was it this time?" He says, his expression softening slightly
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Adder looks stunned from the slap for a minute before looking down at the ground. "It wasn't anything bad..."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
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"Sure. It's been a little while since i've played with magic"
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He forms what looks like a violet ball of light in his hand and hands it to them
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
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Gravedigger takes it
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He smiles "Try and control it"
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
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"Sorry" Galax says sheepishly "but really, what was it? I'm not upset at you adder, just... Surprised"
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"I know... i havent done it in..... awhile..."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
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"What did you take?" Galax asks, sitting next to adder
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"a few gems...." he said and dug into his pockets and pulled out like 10 gems
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
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"Adder, you're like a brother to me, if you need money, just ask"
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*Mannnnnn its quiet again*
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
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"But my pride makes it impossible for me to do that"
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
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"And I can't sit by, when you have to steal money, when I have more money than I know what to do with!"
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"No" he said and laid back down.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
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