Serenity is out in the woods a little bit of a distance from the tavern, vines attempting to wrap around her arms as she tends to the plants.
Gully is walking around the main room, making a surprisingly good pick pocket as she moves from mark to mark, slipping coin purses off their belts. An improvement from when she had first gotten here
-to be introduced-
A giant paw places itself down on Gully's head. Loud sniffing occurs in her ear before a happy voice barks out "Tiny One!! You are back!!!"
The squeaks as she feels the paw, then smiles and turns towards the voice, "HI boss!"
Aix grins from wolf ear to wolf ear as his tail wags. "How you? Good i hope!"
Serenity is out in the woods a little bit of a distance from the tavern, vines attempting to wrap around her arms as she tends to the plants.
Gully is walking around the main room, making a surprisingly good pick pocket as she moves from mark to mark, slipping coin purses off their belts. An improvement from when she had first gotten here
-to be introduced-
Theren sits down next to her. "Those plants seem to like you."
"All plants like me," she hums
"Thats cool." Theren says with a smile.
"Yeah, and mighty helpful too" she says happily, burying a seed she planted
Theren nods, fiddling with his bracelet.
Serenity sirs there, humming softly as she tends to the garden
Therens eyes close slightly as he jerks awake as soon as his head hits his chest. he rubs his eyes and blinks hard.
"You ok there T?" She asks, laughing softly
"hm? yeah, I'm fine. Just exhausted." he says with a smile.
"Need a nap?"
Theren shakes his head no. "I...dont want to dream or sleep anymore..."
Theren is writing music in his room. His door is open, inviting people in.
Phoenix is training in his room. His ring gimmers on a table as he hits a punching bag with loud thuds.
Alric is building some small mechanical frogs.
Jack stood in a tree, high above the ground that overlooked a temple overgrown with thick brambles and moss. The cold spring air wrapped around his form like an embrace as he jumped down to the ground, his Blood-Oath sword in his gloved hand. His eyes were dark with running thoughts as he watched the sun begin to peek over the horizon. He slowly made his way into the temple, his fingers tracing over the writing on the vine covered walls.
Words, stories, and legends sprung to his mind as his fingers slowly took it all in. He hummed a bit as if the words for an intricate and powerful symphony in his ears. He ran a hand through his curly brown hair that fell in an unruly manner around his ears and in front of his eyes a bit, pushing it away so he could see ahead. He walked forward, his graceful manner avoiding stones that he knew were traps. His curiosity overtaking him as he let the information from a past time flood his mind.
How completely unaware he was of the eyes following his every movement while he was distracted by the knowledge he was absorbing.
Aix growled as a Manticore jumped on to his back. One swing from his mighty great-axe and the beast fell dead, its head rolling a few feet before stopping. Aix rubbed his furred shoulder with his free hand and brought it to his mouth, tasting the red blood that coursed through his system to keep him alive.
He sat down on a log and took off his bloodied hide armor, throwing it aside. He began to wipe the blood from the great-axe he wielded between his massive paws. His ears twitched and rotated, listening to the world around him. He twisted his head a bit and lapped the flowing blood from deep scratches the Manticore gave him with his massive tongue.
Stroth stood on the bough of a tree. His grip held a man by the throat just enough to make sure he didn’t slip but light enough to give the man the impression he could, in fact, slip. Stroth narrowed his glowing orange eyes.
“One last chance mate. If I drop you, I guarantee you won’t survive the fall.” Stroth said, his voice laced with a sly tone.
“I S-SWEAR! I D-DIDN’T TELL ANYONE!!” The man yells. Stroth gives a bored look and pretends to lose his grip on the man. The man yelps in fear but Stroth only chuckles.
“P-PLEASE!! I SWEAR I DIDN’T!! LET ME GO!” The man wailed in fear.
Storth smiled, his sharp teeth glinting in the morning light. The shadows casted eerie lines over the Warlocks face. The man swore he saw Stroths skin crawl…
“Poor choice of words mate.” Stroth said.
And with that, the man silently dropped. There was a sickening crack as he laid motionless on the forest floor. Stroth looked down and chuckled again.
Phoenix pops up behind Jack. He is dressed in his old tactical gear, with the exception of the mask, and his ring is glinting on his finger.
Jack yelps a bit as he is pulled out from his mind into the real world. "Phoenix! You scared me!" He said and playfully punched him in the shoulder.
Phoenix laughs. "Yeah yeah. Whatcha doin out here?"
"Hunting something." He says with a grin. He turns back around and looks down the dark stone hallway.
"What?" Phoenix takes his rifle off of his shoulder and looks around the area.
Jack rolls his eyes and puts a hand on the gun barrel, lowering it. "No need to fire soldier." he teases "And its undead. Bullet will pass through it without issue."
"What about incendiary rounds?"
"I'd rather not loose another temple to fire." He says and chuckles. He walks forward into the darkness, pulling out a pair of goggles with green lenses. He puts them over his eyes and silently drifts a hand to the wall, taking in the knowledge as the world around them becomes darker and darker. A growl is heard down the hallway along with a noise that sounds like chewing.
Phoenix sighs and shoulders the rifle. He then pulls out a flashlight and sweeps it around the hallway. At the growling noise he unsheathes his knife. The silver gleams in the flashlights light.
A zombie, rotted from years of neglect, trudges out from a hallway to the left of them. Jack stops in his tracks and covers his mouth and nose, watching it as it passes by them without a sound.
Serenity is out in the woods a little bit of a distance from the tavern, vines attempting to wrap around her arms as she tends to the plants.
Gully is walking around the main room, making a surprisingly good pick pocket as she moves from mark to mark, slipping coin purses off their belts. An improvement from when she had first gotten here
-to be introduced-
Theren sits down next to her. "Those plants seem to like you."
"All plants like me," she hums
"Thats cool." Theren says with a smile.
"Yeah, and mighty helpful too" she says happily, burying a seed she planted
Theren nods, fiddling with his bracelet.
Serenity sirs there, humming softly as she tends to the garden
Therens eyes close slightly as he jerks awake as soon as his head hits his chest. he rubs his eyes and blinks hard.
"You ok there T?" She asks, laughing softly
"hm? yeah, I'm fine. Just exhausted." he says with a smile.
"Need a nap?"
Theren shakes his head no. "I...dont want to dream or sleep anymore..."
Theren is writing music in his room. His door is open, inviting people in.
Phoenix is training in his room. His ring gimmers on a table as he hits a punching bag with loud thuds.
Alric is building some small mechanical frogs.
Jack stood in a tree, high above the ground that overlooked a temple overgrown with thick brambles and moss. The cold spring air wrapped around his form like an embrace as he jumped down to the ground, his Blood-Oath sword in his gloved hand. His eyes were dark with running thoughts as he watched the sun begin to peek over the horizon. He slowly made his way into the temple, his fingers tracing over the writing on the vine covered walls.
Words, stories, and legends sprung to his mind as his fingers slowly took it all in. He hummed a bit as if the words for an intricate and powerful symphony in his ears. He ran a hand through his curly brown hair that fell in an unruly manner around his ears and in front of his eyes a bit, pushing it away so he could see ahead. He walked forward, his graceful manner avoiding stones that he knew were traps. His curiosity overtaking him as he let the information from a past time flood his mind.
How completely unaware he was of the eyes following his every movement while he was distracted by the knowledge he was absorbing.
Aix growled as a Manticore jumped on to his back. One swing from his mighty great-axe and the beast fell dead, its head rolling a few feet before stopping. Aix rubbed his furred shoulder with his free hand and brought it to his mouth, tasting the red blood that coursed through his system to keep him alive.
He sat down on a log and took off his bloodied hide armor, throwing it aside. He began to wipe the blood from the great-axe he wielded between his massive paws. His ears twitched and rotated, listening to the world around him. He twisted his head a bit and lapped the flowing blood from deep scratches the Manticore gave him with his massive tongue.
Stroth stood on the bough of a tree. His grip held a man by the throat just enough to make sure he didn’t slip but light enough to give the man the impression he could, in fact, slip. Stroth narrowed his glowing orange eyes.
“One last chance mate. If I drop you, I guarantee you won’t survive the fall.” Stroth said, his voice laced with a sly tone.
“I S-SWEAR! I D-DIDN’T TELL ANYONE!!” The man yells. Stroth gives a bored look and pretends to lose his grip on the man. The man yelps in fear but Stroth only chuckles.
“P-PLEASE!! I SWEAR I DIDN’T!! LET ME GO!” The man wailed in fear.
Storth smiled, his sharp teeth glinting in the morning light. The shadows casted eerie lines over the Warlocks face. The man swore he saw Stroths skin crawl…
“Poor choice of words mate.” Stroth said.
And with that, the man silently dropped. There was a sickening crack as he laid motionless on the forest floor. Stroth looked down and chuckled again.
Phoenix pops up behind Jack. He is dressed in his old tactical gear, with the exception of the mask, and his ring is glinting on his finger.
Jack yelps a bit as he is pulled out from his mind into the real world. "Phoenix! You scared me!" He said and playfully punched him in the shoulder.
Phoenix laughs. "Yeah yeah. Whatcha doin out here?"
"Hunting something." He says with a grin. He turns back around and looks down the dark stone hallway.
"What?" Phoenix takes his rifle off of his shoulder and looks around the area.
Jack rolls his eyes and puts a hand on the gun barrel, lowering it. "No need to fire soldier." he teases "And its undead. Bullet will pass through it without issue."
"What about incendiary rounds?"
"I'd rather not loose another temple to fire." He says and chuckles. He walks forward into the darkness, pulling out a pair of goggles with green lenses. He puts them over his eyes and silently drifts a hand to the wall, taking in the knowledge as the world around them becomes darker and darker. A growl is heard down the hallway along with a noise that sounds like chewing.
Phoenix sighs and shoulders the rifle. He then pulls out a flashlight and sweeps it around the hallway. At the growling noise he unsheathes his knife. The silver gleams in the flashlights light.
A zombie, rotted from years of neglect, trudges out from a hallway to the left of them. Jack stops in his tracks and covers his mouth and nose, watching it as it passes by them without a sound.
Phoenix grips the knife tightly. When it is gone Phoenix looks at Jack. "is this really worth it hon?"
Serenity is out in the woods a little bit of a distance from the tavern, vines attempting to wrap around her arms as she tends to the plants.
Gully is walking around the main room, making a surprisingly good pick pocket as she moves from mark to mark, slipping coin purses off their belts. An improvement from when she had first gotten here
-to be introduced-
Theren sits down next to her. "Those plants seem to like you."
"All plants like me," she hums
"Thats cool." Theren says with a smile.
"Yeah, and mighty helpful too" she says happily, burying a seed she planted
Theren nods, fiddling with his bracelet.
Serenity sirs there, humming softly as she tends to the garden
Therens eyes close slightly as he jerks awake as soon as his head hits his chest. he rubs his eyes and blinks hard.
"You ok there T?" She asks, laughing softly
"hm? yeah, I'm fine. Just exhausted." he says with a smile.
"Need a nap?"
Theren shakes his head no. "I...dont want to dream or sleep anymore..."
"Hmm, something happen?" She asks
"Just old memories resurfacing..."
"I could help with that," she says, patting her lap, "I have a thing for dreams afterall."
Serenity is out in the woods a little bit of a distance from the tavern, vines attempting to wrap around her arms as she tends to the plants.
Gully is walking around the main room, making a surprisingly good pick pocket as she moves from mark to mark, slipping coin purses off their belts. An improvement from when she had first gotten here
-to be introduced-
A giant paw places itself down on Gully's head. Loud sniffing occurs in her ear before a happy voice barks out "Tiny One!! You are back!!!"
The squeaks as she feels the paw, then smiles and turns towards the voice, "HI boss!"
Aix grins from wolf ear to wolf ear as his tail wags. "How you? Good i hope!"
Serenity is out in the woods a little bit of a distance from the tavern, vines attempting to wrap around her arms as she tends to the plants.
Gully is walking around the main room, making a surprisingly good pick pocket as she moves from mark to mark, slipping coin purses off their belts. An improvement from when she had first gotten here
-to be introduced-
Theren sits down next to her. "Those plants seem to like you."
"All plants like me," she hums
"Thats cool." Theren says with a smile.
"Yeah, and mighty helpful too" she says happily, burying a seed she planted
Theren nods, fiddling with his bracelet.
Serenity sirs there, humming softly as she tends to the garden
Therens eyes close slightly as he jerks awake as soon as his head hits his chest. he rubs his eyes and blinks hard.
"You ok there T?" She asks, laughing softly
"hm? yeah, I'm fine. Just exhausted." he says with a smile.
"Need a nap?"
Theren shakes his head no. "I...dont want to dream or sleep anymore..."
"Hmm, something happen?" She asks
"Just old memories resurfacing..."
"I could help with that," she says, patting her lap, "I have a thing for dreams afterall."
Theren is writing music in his room. His door is open, inviting people in.
Phoenix is training in his room. His ring gimmers on a table as he hits a punching bag with loud thuds.
Alric is building some small mechanical frogs.
Jack stood in a tree, high above the ground that overlooked a temple overgrown with thick brambles and moss. The cold spring air wrapped around his form like an embrace as he jumped down to the ground, his Blood-Oath sword in his gloved hand. His eyes were dark with running thoughts as he watched the sun begin to peek over the horizon. He slowly made his way into the temple, his fingers tracing over the writing on the vine covered walls.
Words, stories, and legends sprung to his mind as his fingers slowly took it all in. He hummed a bit as if the words for an intricate and powerful symphony in his ears. He ran a hand through his curly brown hair that fell in an unruly manner around his ears and in front of his eyes a bit, pushing it away so he could see ahead. He walked forward, his graceful manner avoiding stones that he knew were traps. His curiosity overtaking him as he let the information from a past time flood his mind.
How completely unaware he was of the eyes following his every movement while he was distracted by the knowledge he was absorbing.
Aix growled as a Manticore jumped on to his back. One swing from his mighty great-axe and the beast fell dead, its head rolling a few feet before stopping. Aix rubbed his furred shoulder with his free hand and brought it to his mouth, tasting the red blood that coursed through his system to keep him alive.
He sat down on a log and took off his bloodied hide armor, throwing it aside. He began to wipe the blood from the great-axe he wielded between his massive paws. His ears twitched and rotated, listening to the world around him. He twisted his head a bit and lapped the flowing blood from deep scratches the Manticore gave him with his massive tongue.
Stroth stood on the bough of a tree. His grip held a man by the throat just enough to make sure he didn’t slip but light enough to give the man the impression he could, in fact, slip. Stroth narrowed his glowing orange eyes.
“One last chance mate. If I drop you, I guarantee you won’t survive the fall.” Stroth said, his voice laced with a sly tone.
“I S-SWEAR! I D-DIDN’T TELL ANYONE!!” The man yells. Stroth gives a bored look and pretends to lose his grip on the man. The man yelps in fear but Stroth only chuckles.
“P-PLEASE!! I SWEAR I DIDN’T!! LET ME GO!” The man wailed in fear.
Storth smiled, his sharp teeth glinting in the morning light. The shadows casted eerie lines over the Warlocks face. The man swore he saw Stroths skin crawl…
“Poor choice of words mate.” Stroth said.
And with that, the man silently dropped. There was a sickening crack as he laid motionless on the forest floor. Stroth looked down and chuckled again.
Phoenix pops up behind Jack. He is dressed in his old tactical gear, with the exception of the mask, and his ring is glinting on his finger.
Jack yelps a bit as he is pulled out from his mind into the real world. "Phoenix! You scared me!" He said and playfully punched him in the shoulder.
Phoenix laughs. "Yeah yeah. Whatcha doin out here?"
"Hunting something." He says with a grin. He turns back around and looks down the dark stone hallway.
"What?" Phoenix takes his rifle off of his shoulder and looks around the area.
Jack rolls his eyes and puts a hand on the gun barrel, lowering it. "No need to fire soldier." he teases "And its undead. Bullet will pass through it without issue."
"What about incendiary rounds?"
"I'd rather not loose another temple to fire." He says and chuckles. He walks forward into the darkness, pulling out a pair of goggles with green lenses. He puts them over his eyes and silently drifts a hand to the wall, taking in the knowledge as the world around them becomes darker and darker. A growl is heard down the hallway along with a noise that sounds like chewing.
Phoenix sighs and shoulders the rifle. He then pulls out a flashlight and sweeps it around the hallway. At the growling noise he unsheathes his knife. The silver gleams in the flashlights light.
A zombie, rotted from years of neglect, trudges out from a hallway to the left of them. Jack stops in his tracks and covers his mouth and nose, watching it as it passes by them without a sound.
Phoenix grips the knife tightly. When it is gone Phoenix looks at Jack. "is this really worth it hon?"
"Very much so." he says with a cheeky grin. He continues to walk down the hallway's, looking into different one's for danger.
Theren is writing music in his room. His door is open, inviting people in.
Phoenix is training in his room. His ring gimmers on a table as he hits a punching bag with loud thuds.
Alric is building some small mechanical frogs.
Jack stood in a tree, high above the ground that overlooked a temple overgrown with thick brambles and moss. The cold spring air wrapped around his form like an embrace as he jumped down to the ground, his Blood-Oath sword in his gloved hand. His eyes were dark with running thoughts as he watched the sun begin to peek over the horizon. He slowly made his way into the temple, his fingers tracing over the writing on the vine covered walls.
Words, stories, and legends sprung to his mind as his fingers slowly took it all in. He hummed a bit as if the words for an intricate and powerful symphony in his ears. He ran a hand through his curly brown hair that fell in an unruly manner around his ears and in front of his eyes a bit, pushing it away so he could see ahead. He walked forward, his graceful manner avoiding stones that he knew were traps. His curiosity overtaking him as he let the information from a past time flood his mind.
How completely unaware he was of the eyes following his every movement while he was distracted by the knowledge he was absorbing.
Aix growled as a Manticore jumped on to his back. One swing from his mighty great-axe and the beast fell dead, its head rolling a few feet before stopping. Aix rubbed his furred shoulder with his free hand and brought it to his mouth, tasting the red blood that coursed through his system to keep him alive.
He sat down on a log and took off his bloodied hide armor, throwing it aside. He began to wipe the blood from the great-axe he wielded between his massive paws. His ears twitched and rotated, listening to the world around him. He twisted his head a bit and lapped the flowing blood from deep scratches the Manticore gave him with his massive tongue.
Stroth stood on the bough of a tree. His grip held a man by the throat just enough to make sure he didn’t slip but light enough to give the man the impression he could, in fact, slip. Stroth narrowed his glowing orange eyes.
“One last chance mate. If I drop you, I guarantee you won’t survive the fall.” Stroth said, his voice laced with a sly tone.
“I S-SWEAR! I D-DIDN’T TELL ANYONE!!” The man yells. Stroth gives a bored look and pretends to lose his grip on the man. The man yelps in fear but Stroth only chuckles.
“P-PLEASE!! I SWEAR I DIDN’T!! LET ME GO!” The man wailed in fear.
Storth smiled, his sharp teeth glinting in the morning light. The shadows casted eerie lines over the Warlocks face. The man swore he saw Stroths skin crawl…
“Poor choice of words mate.” Stroth said.
And with that, the man silently dropped. There was a sickening crack as he laid motionless on the forest floor. Stroth looked down and chuckled again.
Phoenix pops up behind Jack. He is dressed in his old tactical gear, with the exception of the mask, and his ring is glinting on his finger.
Jack yelps a bit as he is pulled out from his mind into the real world. "Phoenix! You scared me!" He said and playfully punched him in the shoulder.
Phoenix laughs. "Yeah yeah. Whatcha doin out here?"
"Hunting something." He says with a grin. He turns back around and looks down the dark stone hallway.
"What?" Phoenix takes his rifle off of his shoulder and looks around the area.
Jack rolls his eyes and puts a hand on the gun barrel, lowering it. "No need to fire soldier." he teases "And its undead. Bullet will pass through it without issue."
"What about incendiary rounds?"
"I'd rather not loose another temple to fire." He says and chuckles. He walks forward into the darkness, pulling out a pair of goggles with green lenses. He puts them over his eyes and silently drifts a hand to the wall, taking in the knowledge as the world around them becomes darker and darker. A growl is heard down the hallway along with a noise that sounds like chewing.
Phoenix sighs and shoulders the rifle. He then pulls out a flashlight and sweeps it around the hallway. At the growling noise he unsheathes his knife. The silver gleams in the flashlights light.
A zombie, rotted from years of neglect, trudges out from a hallway to the left of them. Jack stops in his tracks and covers his mouth and nose, watching it as it passes by them without a sound.
Phoenix grips the knife tightly. When it is gone Phoenix looks at Jack. "is this really worth it hon?"
"Very much so." he says with a cheeky grin. He continues to walk down the hallway's, looking into different one's for danger.
Phoenix bites his tongue and follows Jack, worry etched onto his face.
Theren is writing music in his room. His door is open, inviting people in.
Phoenix is training in his room. His ring gimmers on a table as he hits a punching bag with loud thuds.
Alric is building some small mechanical frogs.
Jack stood in a tree, high above the ground that overlooked a temple overgrown with thick brambles and moss. The cold spring air wrapped around his form like an embrace as he jumped down to the ground, his Blood-Oath sword in his gloved hand. His eyes were dark with running thoughts as he watched the sun begin to peek over the horizon. He slowly made his way into the temple, his fingers tracing over the writing on the vine covered walls.
Words, stories, and legends sprung to his mind as his fingers slowly took it all in. He hummed a bit as if the words for an intricate and powerful symphony in his ears. He ran a hand through his curly brown hair that fell in an unruly manner around his ears and in front of his eyes a bit, pushing it away so he could see ahead. He walked forward, his graceful manner avoiding stones that he knew were traps. His curiosity overtaking him as he let the information from a past time flood his mind.
How completely unaware he was of the eyes following his every movement while he was distracted by the knowledge he was absorbing.
Aix growled as a Manticore jumped on to his back. One swing from his mighty great-axe and the beast fell dead, its head rolling a few feet before stopping. Aix rubbed his furred shoulder with his free hand and brought it to his mouth, tasting the red blood that coursed through his system to keep him alive.
He sat down on a log and took off his bloodied hide armor, throwing it aside. He began to wipe the blood from the great-axe he wielded between his massive paws. His ears twitched and rotated, listening to the world around him. He twisted his head a bit and lapped the flowing blood from deep scratches the Manticore gave him with his massive tongue.
Stroth stood on the bough of a tree. His grip held a man by the throat just enough to make sure he didn’t slip but light enough to give the man the impression he could, in fact, slip. Stroth narrowed his glowing orange eyes.
“One last chance mate. If I drop you, I guarantee you won’t survive the fall.” Stroth said, his voice laced with a sly tone.
“I S-SWEAR! I D-DIDN’T TELL ANYONE!!” The man yells. Stroth gives a bored look and pretends to lose his grip on the man. The man yelps in fear but Stroth only chuckles.
“P-PLEASE!! I SWEAR I DIDN’T!! LET ME GO!” The man wailed in fear.
Storth smiled, his sharp teeth glinting in the morning light. The shadows casted eerie lines over the Warlocks face. The man swore he saw Stroths skin crawl…
“Poor choice of words mate.” Stroth said.
And with that, the man silently dropped. There was a sickening crack as he laid motionless on the forest floor. Stroth looked down and chuckled again.
Phoenix pops up behind Jack. He is dressed in his old tactical gear, with the exception of the mask, and his ring is glinting on his finger.
Jack yelps a bit as he is pulled out from his mind into the real world. "Phoenix! You scared me!" He said and playfully punched him in the shoulder.
Phoenix laughs. "Yeah yeah. Whatcha doin out here?"
"Hunting something." He says with a grin. He turns back around and looks down the dark stone hallway.
"What?" Phoenix takes his rifle off of his shoulder and looks around the area.
Jack rolls his eyes and puts a hand on the gun barrel, lowering it. "No need to fire soldier." he teases "And its undead. Bullet will pass through it without issue."
"What about incendiary rounds?"
"I'd rather not loose another temple to fire." He says and chuckles. He walks forward into the darkness, pulling out a pair of goggles with green lenses. He puts them over his eyes and silently drifts a hand to the wall, taking in the knowledge as the world around them becomes darker and darker. A growl is heard down the hallway along with a noise that sounds like chewing.
Phoenix sighs and shoulders the rifle. He then pulls out a flashlight and sweeps it around the hallway. At the growling noise he unsheathes his knife. The silver gleams in the flashlights light.
A zombie, rotted from years of neglect, trudges out from a hallway to the left of them. Jack stops in his tracks and covers his mouth and nose, watching it as it passes by them without a sound.
Phoenix grips the knife tightly. When it is gone Phoenix looks at Jack. "is this really worth it hon?"
"Very much so." he says with a cheeky grin. He continues to walk down the hallway's, looking into different one's for danger.
Phoenix bites his tongue and follows Jack, worry etched onto his face.
Jack is about to go into one room when a swarm of centipede rushes out from a loose tile in the floor. He jumps back a bit.
Theren is writing music in his room. His door is open, inviting people in.
Phoenix is training in his room. His ring gimmers on a table as he hits a punching bag with loud thuds.
Alric is building some small mechanical frogs.
Jack stood in a tree, high above the ground that overlooked a temple overgrown with thick brambles and moss. The cold spring air wrapped around his form like an embrace as he jumped down to the ground, his Blood-Oath sword in his gloved hand. His eyes were dark with running thoughts as he watched the sun begin to peek over the horizon. He slowly made his way into the temple, his fingers tracing over the writing on the vine covered walls.
Words, stories, and legends sprung to his mind as his fingers slowly took it all in. He hummed a bit as if the words for an intricate and powerful symphony in his ears. He ran a hand through his curly brown hair that fell in an unruly manner around his ears and in front of his eyes a bit, pushing it away so he could see ahead. He walked forward, his graceful manner avoiding stones that he knew were traps. His curiosity overtaking him as he let the information from a past time flood his mind.
How completely unaware he was of the eyes following his every movement while he was distracted by the knowledge he was absorbing.
Aix growled as a Manticore jumped on to his back. One swing from his mighty great-axe and the beast fell dead, its head rolling a few feet before stopping. Aix rubbed his furred shoulder with his free hand and brought it to his mouth, tasting the red blood that coursed through his system to keep him alive.
He sat down on a log and took off his bloodied hide armor, throwing it aside. He began to wipe the blood from the great-axe he wielded between his massive paws. His ears twitched and rotated, listening to the world around him. He twisted his head a bit and lapped the flowing blood from deep scratches the Manticore gave him with his massive tongue.
Stroth stood on the bough of a tree. His grip held a man by the throat just enough to make sure he didn’t slip but light enough to give the man the impression he could, in fact, slip. Stroth narrowed his glowing orange eyes.
“One last chance mate. If I drop you, I guarantee you won’t survive the fall.” Stroth said, his voice laced with a sly tone.
“I S-SWEAR! I D-DIDN’T TELL ANYONE!!” The man yells. Stroth gives a bored look and pretends to lose his grip on the man. The man yelps in fear but Stroth only chuckles.
“P-PLEASE!! I SWEAR I DIDN’T!! LET ME GO!” The man wailed in fear.
Storth smiled, his sharp teeth glinting in the morning light. The shadows casted eerie lines over the Warlocks face. The man swore he saw Stroths skin crawl…
“Poor choice of words mate.” Stroth said.
And with that, the man silently dropped. There was a sickening crack as he laid motionless on the forest floor. Stroth looked down and chuckled again.
Phoenix pops up behind Jack. He is dressed in his old tactical gear, with the exception of the mask, and his ring is glinting on his finger.
Jack yelps a bit as he is pulled out from his mind into the real world. "Phoenix! You scared me!" He said and playfully punched him in the shoulder.
Phoenix laughs. "Yeah yeah. Whatcha doin out here?"
"Hunting something." He says with a grin. He turns back around and looks down the dark stone hallway.
"What?" Phoenix takes his rifle off of his shoulder and looks around the area.
Jack rolls his eyes and puts a hand on the gun barrel, lowering it. "No need to fire soldier." he teases "And its undead. Bullet will pass through it without issue."
"What about incendiary rounds?"
"I'd rather not loose another temple to fire." He says and chuckles. He walks forward into the darkness, pulling out a pair of goggles with green lenses. He puts them over his eyes and silently drifts a hand to the wall, taking in the knowledge as the world around them becomes darker and darker. A growl is heard down the hallway along with a noise that sounds like chewing.
Phoenix sighs and shoulders the rifle. He then pulls out a flashlight and sweeps it around the hallway. At the growling noise he unsheathes his knife. The silver gleams in the flashlights light.
A zombie, rotted from years of neglect, trudges out from a hallway to the left of them. Jack stops in his tracks and covers his mouth and nose, watching it as it passes by them without a sound.
Phoenix grips the knife tightly. When it is gone Phoenix looks at Jack. "is this really worth it hon?"
"Very much so." he says with a cheeky grin. He continues to walk down the hallway's, looking into different one's for danger.
Phoenix bites his tongue and follows Jack, worry etched onto his face.
Jack is about to go into one room when a swarm of centipede rushes out from a loose tile in the floor. He jumps back a bit.
Phoenix grumbles and throws Jack over his shoulder.
Theren is writing music in his room. His door is open, inviting people in.
Phoenix is training in his room. His ring gimmers on a table as he hits a punching bag with loud thuds.
Alric is building some small mechanical frogs.
Jack stood in a tree, high above the ground that overlooked a temple overgrown with thick brambles and moss. The cold spring air wrapped around his form like an embrace as he jumped down to the ground, his Blood-Oath sword in his gloved hand. His eyes were dark with running thoughts as he watched the sun begin to peek over the horizon. He slowly made his way into the temple, his fingers tracing over the writing on the vine covered walls.
Words, stories, and legends sprung to his mind as his fingers slowly took it all in. He hummed a bit as if the words for an intricate and powerful symphony in his ears. He ran a hand through his curly brown hair that fell in an unruly manner around his ears and in front of his eyes a bit, pushing it away so he could see ahead. He walked forward, his graceful manner avoiding stones that he knew were traps. His curiosity overtaking him as he let the information from a past time flood his mind.
How completely unaware he was of the eyes following his every movement while he was distracted by the knowledge he was absorbing.
Aix growled as a Manticore jumped on to his back. One swing from his mighty great-axe and the beast fell dead, its head rolling a few feet before stopping. Aix rubbed his furred shoulder with his free hand and brought it to his mouth, tasting the red blood that coursed through his system to keep him alive.
He sat down on a log and took off his bloodied hide armor, throwing it aside. He began to wipe the blood from the great-axe he wielded between his massive paws. His ears twitched and rotated, listening to the world around him. He twisted his head a bit and lapped the flowing blood from deep scratches the Manticore gave him with his massive tongue.
Stroth stood on the bough of a tree. His grip held a man by the throat just enough to make sure he didn’t slip but light enough to give the man the impression he could, in fact, slip. Stroth narrowed his glowing orange eyes.
“One last chance mate. If I drop you, I guarantee you won’t survive the fall.” Stroth said, his voice laced with a sly tone.
“I S-SWEAR! I D-DIDN’T TELL ANYONE!!” The man yells. Stroth gives a bored look and pretends to lose his grip on the man. The man yelps in fear but Stroth only chuckles.
“P-PLEASE!! I SWEAR I DIDN’T!! LET ME GO!” The man wailed in fear.
Storth smiled, his sharp teeth glinting in the morning light. The shadows casted eerie lines over the Warlocks face. The man swore he saw Stroths skin crawl…
“Poor choice of words mate.” Stroth said.
And with that, the man silently dropped. There was a sickening crack as he laid motionless on the forest floor. Stroth looked down and chuckled again.
Phoenix pops up behind Jack. He is dressed in his old tactical gear, with the exception of the mask, and his ring is glinting on his finger.
Jack yelps a bit as he is pulled out from his mind into the real world. "Phoenix! You scared me!" He said and playfully punched him in the shoulder.
Phoenix laughs. "Yeah yeah. Whatcha doin out here?"
"Hunting something." He says with a grin. He turns back around and looks down the dark stone hallway.
"What?" Phoenix takes his rifle off of his shoulder and looks around the area.
Jack rolls his eyes and puts a hand on the gun barrel, lowering it. "No need to fire soldier." he teases "And its undead. Bullet will pass through it without issue."
"What about incendiary rounds?"
"I'd rather not loose another temple to fire." He says and chuckles. He walks forward into the darkness, pulling out a pair of goggles with green lenses. He puts them over his eyes and silently drifts a hand to the wall, taking in the knowledge as the world around them becomes darker and darker. A growl is heard down the hallway along with a noise that sounds like chewing.
Phoenix sighs and shoulders the rifle. He then pulls out a flashlight and sweeps it around the hallway. At the growling noise he unsheathes his knife. The silver gleams in the flashlights light.
A zombie, rotted from years of neglect, trudges out from a hallway to the left of them. Jack stops in his tracks and covers his mouth and nose, watching it as it passes by them without a sound.
Phoenix grips the knife tightly. When it is gone Phoenix looks at Jack. "is this really worth it hon?"
"Very much so." he says with a cheeky grin. He continues to walk down the hallway's, looking into different one's for danger.
Phoenix bites his tongue and follows Jack, worry etched onto his face.
Jack is about to go into one room when a swarm of centipede rushes out from a loose tile in the floor. He jumps back a bit.
Phoenix grumbles and throws Jack over his shoulder.
"I dont need you to carry me like some damsel in distress!" Jack protests.
Serenity is out in the woods a little bit of a distance from the tavern, vines attempting to wrap around her arms as she tends to the plants.
Gully is walking around the main room, making a surprisingly good pick pocket as she moves from mark to mark, slipping coin purses off their belts. An improvement from when she had first gotten here
-to be introduced-
A giant paw places itself down on Gully's head. Loud sniffing occurs in her ear before a happy voice barks out "Tiny One!! You are back!!!"
The squeaks as she feels the paw, then smiles and turns towards the voice, "HI boss!"
Aix grins from wolf ear to wolf ear as his tail wags. "How you? Good i hope!"
"Yeah, I doing good!" She says
"That good!" He barks and grins
Gully seems flustered for a moment, then offers a coin purse, "Got money!
Serenity is out in the woods a little bit of a distance from the tavern, vines attempting to wrap around her arms as she tends to the plants.
Gully is walking around the main room, making a surprisingly good pick pocket as she moves from mark to mark, slipping coin purses off their belts. An improvement from when she had first gotten here
-to be introduced-
A giant paw places itself down on Gully's head. Loud sniffing occurs in her ear before a happy voice barks out "Tiny One!! You are back!!!"
The squeaks as she feels the paw, then smiles and turns towards the voice, "HI boss!"
Aix grins from wolf ear to wolf ear as his tail wags. "How you? Good i hope!"
"Yeah, I doing good!" She says
"That good!" He barks and grins
Gully seems flustered for a moment, then offers a coin purse, "Got money!
Aix's eyes light up and pats her on the head again affectionately. "That good!! Sly one!"
"Yeah, I doing good!" She says
"Hmm, something happen?" She asks
A zombie, rotted from years of neglect, trudges out from a hallway to the left of them. Jack stops in his tracks and covers his mouth and nose, watching it as it passes by them without a sound.
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
"Just old memories resurfacing..."
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Phoenix grips the knife tightly. When it is gone Phoenix looks at Jack. "is this really worth it hon?"
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"I could help with that," she says, patting her lap, "I have a thing for dreams afterall."
"That good!" He barks and grins
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....dont want you to see what I did..."
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"Very much so." he says with a cheeky grin. He continues to walk down the hallway's, looking into different one's for danger.
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 bites his tongue and follows Jack, worry etched onto his face.
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Jack is about to go into one room when a swarm of centipede rushes out from a loose tile in the floor. He jumps back a bit.
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 grumbles and throws Jack over his shoulder.
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"I dont need you to carry me like some damsel in distress!" Jack protests.
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
Gully seems flustered for a moment, then offers a coin purse, "Got money!
*cut threads please*
*also cut thread for theren*
Serenity sighs, "I won't judge you silly."
Phoenix rolls his eyes and still carries him away from the swarm.
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Theren sighs. "Fine." he then lays his head down on her lap.
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Aix's eyes light up and pats her on the head again affectionately. "That good!! Sly one!"
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
"Phoeeeenix." Jack whines and tries to twist out of the merc's grasp.
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 eventually sets him down a decent away from the swarm. "There."
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