Jack is outside, picking over books on how to remove curses. He seems a bit concerned, the skin around his hands and arms have turned black and started to decay. He is trying to cover it by wearing a long-sleeved black sweater.
Lore is battling an Umber Hulk in the deep tunnels underneath the tavern. She fires a fireball, hoping to hit, but the beam soars past it as it dodges to the side. She curses as she soon finds herself beneath it, its mandibles trying to snap at her.
Aix is tearing flesh off a body. He looks rabid almost, in his werewolf form, while eating. He teeth and jaws are stained with deep crimson blood. The body belongs to a halfling whose hair is the color of autumn leaves.
Jack is outside, picking over books on how to remove curses. He seems a bit concerned, the skin around his hands and arms have turned black and started to decay. He is trying to cover it by wearing a long-sleeved black sweater.
Lore is battling an Umber Hulk in the deep tunnels underneath the tavern. She fires a fireball, hoping to hit, but the beam soars past it as it dodges to the side. She curses as she soon finds herself beneath it, its mandibles trying to snap at her.
Aix is tearing flesh off a body. He looks rabid almost, in his werewolf form, while eating. He teeth and jaws are stained with deep crimson blood. The body belongs to a halfling whose hair is the color of autumn leaves.
Phoenix plops down beside him, looking concerned.
Theren comes out of nowhere and fires his bow. Attack: 28 Damage: 14
Slamming the door open, a cloaked figure enters. However, their features are very easy to make out, since they stand with a wild excitement. The young woman had a light brown cloak seemingly made of different furs from animals, as well as different animal bones decorating all along her bodice. Most notably, a bear skull was attached to the hood, acting like a helmet, and the skull of a dire wolf was sewn onto a leather arm band on her left arm. Beneath her cloak was more clothing seemingly made of more animal fur, also decorated with the bones of small animals. She stands at 5'6, and there is a lot to take in about her features. Her chocolate brown eyes, while most definitely intelligent, had a twinge of something much, much more unstable, made even more so by how her left pupil had a expanding tentacle appearance, giving the iris a broken look. Her skin was scuffed, and her smile was the type that would make a bear run before it even looked her in her eyes. Her stringy and tangled but beautiful dark brown hair hung just below her jaw line, and it followed no pattern of growth at all, revealing just how feral she may as well might be. Finally, she carries a seemingly hand made staff, topped with a deer skull, and much like everywhere else, small animal bones decorate it along the shaft. She stands there for a moment, her eyes sweeping along the area, before simply walking to an empty booth table area and laying down in it.
*Mwahaha, my comeback*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Jack is outside, picking over books on how to remove curses. He seems a bit concerned, the skin around his hands and arms have turned black and started to decay. He is trying to cover it by wearing a long-sleeved black sweater.
Lore is battling an Umber Hulk in the deep tunnels underneath the tavern. She fires a fireball, hoping to hit, but the beam soars past it as it dodges to the side. She curses as she soon finds herself beneath it, its mandibles trying to snap at her.
Aix is tearing flesh off a body. He looks rabid almost, in his werewolf form, while eating. He teeth and jaws are stained with deep crimson blood. The body belongs to a halfling whose hair is the color of autumn leaves.
Phoenix plops down beside him, looking concerned.
Theren comes out of nowhere and fires his bow. Attack: 24 Damage: 25
Jack jumps a bit "Oh good morning" he says
Lore yelps and ducks her head as the Umber Hulk gets the arrow stuck right in its eye
Slamming the door open, a cloaked figure enters. However, their features are very easy to make out, since they stand with a wild excitement. The young woman had a light brown cloak seemingly made of different furs from animals, as well as different animal bones decorating all along her bodice. Most notably, a bear skull was attached to the hood, acting like a helmet, and the skull of a dire wolf was sewn onto a leather arm band on her left arm. Beneath her cloak was more clothing seemingly made of more animal fur, also decorated with the bones of small animals. She stands at 5'6, and there is a lot to take in about her features. Her chocolate brown eyes, while most definitely intelligent, had a twinge of something much, much more unstable, made even more so by how her left pupil had a expanding tentacle appearance, giving the iris a broken look. Her skin was scuffed, and her smile was the type that would make a bear run before it even looked her in her eyes. Her stringy and tangled but beautiful dark brown hair hung just below her jaw line, and it followed no pattern of growth at all, revealing just how feral she may as well might be. Finally, she carries a seemingly hand made staff, topped with a deer skull, and much like everywhere else, small animal bones decorate it along the shaft. She stands there for a moment, her eyes sweeping along the area, before simply walking to an empty booth table area and laying down in it.
*Mwahaha, my comeback*
Aix looks over and tilts his head. His ears flick back and forth.
Slamming the door open, a cloaked figure enters. However, their features are very easy to make out, since they stand with a wild excitement. The young woman had a light brown cloak seemingly made of different furs from animals, as well as different animal bones decorating all along her bodice. Most notably, a bear skull was attached to the hood, acting like a helmet, and the skull of a dire wolf was sewn onto a leather arm band on her left arm. Beneath her cloak was more clothing seemingly made of more animal fur, also decorated with the bones of small animals. She stands at 5'6, and there is a lot to take in about her features. Her chocolate brown eyes, while most definitely intelligent, had a twinge of something much, much more unstable, made even more so by how her left pupil had a expanding tentacle appearance, giving the iris a broken look. Her skin was scuffed, and her smile was the type that would make a bear run before it even looked her in her eyes. Her stringy and tangled but beautiful dark brown hair hung just below her jaw line, and it followed no pattern of growth at all, revealing just how feral she may as well might be. Finally, she carries a seemingly hand made staff, topped with a deer skull, and much like everywhere else, small animal bones decorate it along the shaft. She stands there for a moment, her eyes sweeping along the area, before simply walking to an empty booth table area and laying down in it.
*Mwahaha, my comeback*
*YAY!*
A man in full plate armor that is dirty and scratched waves at her.
Slamming the door open, a cloaked figure enters. However, their features are very easy to make out, since they stand with a wild excitement. The young woman had a light brown cloak seemingly made of different furs from animals, as well as different animal bones decorating all along her bodice. Most notably, a bear skull was attached to the hood, acting like a helmet, and the skull of a dire wolf was sewn onto a leather arm band on her left arm. Beneath her cloak was more clothing seemingly made of more animal fur, also decorated with the bones of small animals. She stands at 5'6, and there is a lot to take in about her features. Her chocolate brown eyes, while most definitely intelligent, had a twinge of something much, much more unstable, made even more so by how her left pupil had a expanding tentacle appearance, giving the iris a broken look. Her skin was scuffed, and her smile was the type that would make a bear run before it even looked her in her eyes. Her stringy and tangled but beautiful dark brown hair hung just below her jaw line, and it followed no pattern of growth at all, revealing just how feral she may as well might be. Finally, she carries a seemingly hand made staff, topped with a deer skull, and much like everywhere else, small animal bones decorate it along the shaft. She stands there for a moment, her eyes sweeping along the area, before simply walking to an empty booth table area and laying down in it.
*Mwahaha, my comeback*
Aix looks over and tilts his head. His ears flick back and forth.
*Oooh, gimme a desc. of Aix real quick*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Jack is outside, picking over books on how to remove curses. He seems a bit concerned, the skin around his hands and arms have turned black and started to decay. He is trying to cover it by wearing a long-sleeved black sweater.
Lore is battling an Umber Hulk in the deep tunnels underneath the tavern. She fires a fireball, hoping to hit, but the beam soars past it as it dodges to the side. She curses as she soon finds herself beneath it, its mandibles trying to snap at her.
Aix is tearing flesh off a body. He looks rabid almost, in his werewolf form, while eating. He teeth and jaws are stained with deep crimson blood. The body belongs to a halfling whose hair is the color of autumn leaves.
Phoenix plops down beside him, looking concerned.
Theren comes out of nowhere and fires his bow. Attack: 24 Damage: 25
Jack jumps a bit "Oh good morning" he says
Lore yelps and ducks her head as the Umber Hulk gets the arrow stuck right in its eye
"Whats happening to you Jackson." Phoenix says with a slightly angry tone
"We gotta stop meeting like this Lore." Theren says. He then yells at the Umber Hulk, "COME AND GET SOME!" He fires his bow again. Attack: 25 Damage: 22
Slamming the door open, a cloaked figure enters. However, their features are very easy to make out, since they stand with a wild excitement. The young woman had a light brown cloak seemingly made of different furs from animals, as well as different animal bones decorating all along her bodice. Most notably, a bear skull was attached to the hood, acting like a helmet, and the skull of a dire wolf was sewn onto a leather arm band on her left arm. Beneath her cloak was more clothing seemingly made of more animal fur, also decorated with the bones of small animals. She stands at 5'6, and there is a lot to take in about her features. Her chocolate brown eyes, while most definitely intelligent, had a twinge of something much, much more unstable, made even more so by how her left pupil had a expanding tentacle appearance, giving the iris a broken look. Her skin was scuffed, and her smile was the type that would make a bear run before it even looked her in her eyes. Her stringy and tangled but beautiful dark brown hair hung just below her jaw line, and it followed no pattern of growth at all, revealing just how feral she may as well might be. Finally, she carries a seemingly hand made staff, topped with a deer skull, and much like everywhere else, small animal bones decorate it along the shaft. She stands there for a moment, her eyes sweeping along the area, before simply walking to an empty booth table area and laying down in it.
*Mwahaha, my comeback*
*YAY!*
A man in full plate armor that is dirty and scratched waves at her.
She looks up with a crazed smile, then suddenly she just isn't there anymore. If the man turned, the girl would be levitating right next to his head. "Hey there!"
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Slamming the door open, a cloaked figure enters. However, their features are very easy to make out, since they stand with a wild excitement. The young woman had a light brown cloak seemingly made of different furs from animals, as well as different animal bones decorating all along her bodice. Most notably, a bear skull was attached to the hood, acting like a helmet, and the skull of a dire wolf was sewn onto a leather arm band on her left arm. Beneath her cloak was more clothing seemingly made of more animal fur, also decorated with the bones of small animals. She stands at 5'6, and there is a lot to take in about her features. Her chocolate brown eyes, while most definitely intelligent, had a twinge of something much, much more unstable, made even more so by how her left pupil had a expanding tentacle appearance, giving the iris a broken look. Her skin was scuffed, and her smile was the type that would make a bear run before it even looked her in her eyes. Her stringy and tangled but beautiful dark brown hair hung just below her jaw line, and it followed no pattern of growth at all, revealing just how feral she may as well might be. Finally, she carries a seemingly hand made staff, topped with a deer skull, and much like everywhere else, small animal bones decorate it along the shaft. She stands there for a moment, her eyes sweeping along the area, before simply walking to an empty booth table area and laying down in it.
*Mwahaha, my comeback*
*YAY!*
A man in full plate armor that is dirty and scratched waves at her.
She looks up with a crazed smile, then suddenly she just isn't there anymore. If the man turned, the girl would be levitating right next to his head. "Hey there!"
The man turns and says in sign language, "Hello. "
Slamming the door open, a cloaked figure enters. However, their features are very easy to make out, since they stand with a wild excitement. The young woman had a light brown cloak seemingly made of different furs from animals, as well as different animal bones decorating all along her bodice. Most notably, a bear skull was attached to the hood, acting like a helmet, and the skull of a dire wolf was sewn onto a leather arm band on her left arm. Beneath her cloak was more clothing seemingly made of more animal fur, also decorated with the bones of small animals. She stands at 5'6, and there is a lot to take in about her features. Her chocolate brown eyes, while most definitely intelligent, had a twinge of something much, much more unstable, made even more so by how her left pupil had a expanding tentacle appearance, giving the iris a broken look. Her skin was scuffed, and her smile was the type that would make a bear run before it even looked her in her eyes. Her stringy and tangled but beautiful dark brown hair hung just below her jaw line, and it followed no pattern of growth at all, revealing just how feral she may as well might be. Finally, she carries a seemingly hand made staff, topped with a deer skull, and much like everywhere else, small animal bones decorate it along the shaft. She stands there for a moment, her eyes sweeping along the area, before simply walking to an empty booth table area and laying down in it.
*Mwahaha, my comeback*
Aix looks over and tilts his head. His ears flick back and forth.
*Oooh, gimme a desc. of Aix real quick*
*6'7 Werewolf with Black fur that is streaked with silver. He wears simple leather armor and carries around a bone-greataxe.
Slamming the door open, a cloaked figure enters. However, their features are very easy to make out, since they stand with a wild excitement. The young woman had a light brown cloak seemingly made of different furs from animals, as well as different animal bones decorating all along her bodice. Most notably, a bear skull was attached to the hood, acting like a helmet, and the skull of a dire wolf was sewn onto a leather arm band on her left arm. Beneath her cloak was more clothing seemingly made of more animal fur, also decorated with the bones of small animals. She stands at 5'6, and there is a lot to take in about her features. Her chocolate brown eyes, while most definitely intelligent, had a twinge of something much, much more unstable, made even more so by how her left pupil had a expanding tentacle appearance, giving the iris a broken look. Her skin was scuffed, and her smile was the type that would make a bear run before it even looked her in her eyes. Her stringy and tangled but beautiful dark brown hair hung just below her jaw line, and it followed no pattern of growth at all, revealing just how feral she may as well might be. Finally, she carries a seemingly hand made staff, topped with a deer skull, and much like everywhere else, small animal bones decorate it along the shaft. She stands there for a moment, her eyes sweeping along the area, before simply walking to an empty booth table area and laying down in it.
*Mwahaha, my comeback*
*YAY!*
A man in full plate armor that is dirty and scratched waves at her.
She looks up with a crazed smile, then suddenly she just isn't there anymore. If the man turned, the girl would be levitating right next to his head. "Hey there!"
The man turns and says in sign language, "Hello. "
"OoOoOo, funny hand speaker! Hehehehehehe, can I read mind to talk easier?" She gestured at his head with her staff.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Jack is outside, picking over books on how to remove curses. He seems a bit concerned, the skin around his hands and arms have turned black and started to decay. He is trying to cover it by wearing a long-sleeved black sweater.
Lore is battling an Umber Hulk in the deep tunnels underneath the tavern. She fires a fireball, hoping to hit, but the beam soars past it as it dodges to the side. She curses as she soon finds herself beneath it, its mandibles trying to snap at her.
Aix is tearing flesh off a body. He looks rabid almost, in his werewolf form, while eating. He teeth and jaws are stained with deep crimson blood. The body belongs to a halfling whose hair is the color of autumn leaves.
Phoenix plops down beside him, looking concerned.
Theren comes out of nowhere and fires his bow. Attack: 24 Damage: 25
Jack jumps a bit "Oh good morning" he says
Lore yelps and ducks her head as the Umber Hulk gets the arrow stuck right in its eye
"Whats happening to you Jackson." Phoenix says with a slightly angry tone
"We gotta stop meeting like this Lore." Theren says. He then yells at the Umber Hulk, "COME AND GET SOME!" He fires his bow again. Attack: 24 Damage: 19
"Curse..." he said and gave a nervous smile.
Lore chuckles and stands up. The Umber hulk roars and charges at him only to be hit with the arrow again in its armor-like plating.
Slamming the door open, a cloaked figure enters. However, their features are very easy to make out, since they stand with a wild excitement. The young woman had a light brown cloak seemingly made of different furs from animals, as well as different animal bones decorating all along her bodice. Most notably, a bear skull was attached to the hood, acting like a helmet, and the skull of a dire wolf was sewn onto a leather arm band on her left arm. Beneath her cloak was more clothing seemingly made of more animal fur, also decorated with the bones of small animals. She stands at 5'6, and there is a lot to take in about her features. Her chocolate brown eyes, while most definitely intelligent, had a twinge of something much, much more unstable, made even more so by how her left pupil had a expanding tentacle appearance, giving the iris a broken look. Her skin was scuffed, and her smile was the type that would make a bear run before it even looked her in her eyes. Her stringy and tangled but beautiful dark brown hair hung just below her jaw line, and it followed no pattern of growth at all, revealing just how feral she may as well might be. Finally, she carries a seemingly hand made staff, topped with a deer skull, and much like everywhere else, small animal bones decorate it along the shaft. She stands there for a moment, her eyes sweeping along the area, before simply walking to an empty booth table area and laying down in it.
*Mwahaha, my comeback*
*YAY!*
A man in full plate armor that is dirty and scratched waves at her.
She looks up with a crazed smile, then suddenly she just isn't there anymore. If the man turned, the girl would be levitating right next to his head. "Hey there!"
The man turns and says in sign language, "Hello. "
"OoOoOo, funny hand speaker! Hehehehehehe, can I read mind to talk easier?" She gestured at his head with her staff.
The man nods. He then takes off his helmet to make it easier.
"To start a new life."
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*hood morning*
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Jack is outside, picking over books on how to remove curses. He seems a bit concerned, the skin around his hands and arms have turned black and started to decay. He is trying to cover it by wearing a long-sleeved black sweater.
Lore is battling an Umber Hulk in the deep tunnels underneath the tavern. She fires a fireball, hoping to hit, but the beam soars past it as it dodges to the side. She curses as she soon finds herself beneath it, its mandibles trying to snap at her.
Aix is tearing flesh off a body. He looks rabid almost, in his werewolf form, while eating. He teeth and jaws are stained with deep crimson blood. The body belongs to a halfling whose hair is the color of autumn leaves.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*I feel like this will be a quiet day*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Phoenix plops down beside him, looking concerned.
Theren comes out of nowhere and fires his bow. Attack: 28 Damage: 14
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Slamming the door open, a cloaked figure enters. However, their features are very easy to make out, since they stand with a wild excitement. The young woman had a light brown cloak seemingly made of different furs from animals, as well as different animal bones decorating all along her bodice. Most notably, a bear skull was attached to the hood, acting like a helmet, and the skull of a dire wolf was sewn onto a leather arm band on her left arm. Beneath her cloak was more clothing seemingly made of more animal fur, also decorated with the bones of small animals. She stands at 5'6, and there is a lot to take in about her features. Her chocolate brown eyes, while most definitely intelligent, had a twinge of something much, much more unstable, made even more so by how her left pupil had a expanding tentacle appearance, giving the iris a broken look. Her skin was scuffed, and her smile was the type that would make a bear run before it even looked her in her eyes. Her stringy and tangled but beautiful dark brown hair hung just below her jaw line, and it followed no pattern of growth at all, revealing just how feral she may as well might be. Finally, she carries a seemingly hand made staff, topped with a deer skull, and much like everywhere else, small animal bones decorate it along the shaft. She stands there for a moment, her eyes sweeping along the area, before simply walking to an empty booth table area and laying down in it.
*Mwahaha, my comeback*
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Jack jumps a bit "Oh good morning" he says
Lore yelps and ducks her head as the Umber Hulk gets the arrow stuck right in its eye
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Aix looks over and tilts his head. His ears flick back and forth.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*YAY!*
A man in full plate armor that is dirty and scratched waves at her.
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*Oooh, gimme a desc. of Aix real quick*
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"Whats happening to you Jackson." Phoenix says with a slightly angry tone
"We gotta stop meeting like this Lore." Theren says. He then yells at the Umber Hulk, "COME AND GET SOME!" He fires his bow again. Attack: 25 Damage: 22
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She looks up with a crazed smile, then suddenly she just isn't there anymore. If the man turned, the girl would be levitating right next to his head. "Hey there!"
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The man turns and says in sign language, "Hello. "
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*6'7 Werewolf with Black fur that is streaked with silver. He wears simple leather armor and carries around a bone-greataxe.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"OoOoOo, funny hand speaker! Hehehehehehe, can I read mind to talk easier?" She gestured at his head with her staff.
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"Curse..." he said and gave a nervous smile.
Lore chuckles and stands up. The Umber hulk roars and charges at him only to be hit with the arrow again in its armor-like plating.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The man nods. He then takes off his helmet to make it easier.
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