The tavern door creaked open as a man wearing a japanese fox mask walks in. A katana is at his hip and he wears a black cloak with black gloves. The man looks around the tavern before sitting down in a chair and humming to himself.
There is a light laugh in the woods as a streak of white passes past tree's and bushes, flowers sprouting from where the streak passes. Suddenly, a young woman with light pink hair stands in the field, over looking the tavern. She wears a long, white dress that floats around her effortlessly complete with a belt made from tooled leather and sandals made from bound straw. She has fair skin that is dappled with freckles and bright green eyes like the leaves in spring. She carries a staff made from shining silver in one hand that she fiddles with slightly.
She giggles again and dashes down the hill, faster than the wind.
There is a light laugh in the woods as a streak of white passes past tree's and bushes, flowers sprouting from where the streak passes. Suddenly, a young woman with light pink hair stands in the field, over looking the tavern. She wears a long, white dress that floats around her effortlessly complete with a belt made from tooled leather and sandals made from bound straw. She has fair skin that is dappled with freckles and bright green eyes like the leaves in spring. She carries a staff made from shining silver in one hand that she fiddles with slightly.
She giggles again and dashes down the hill, faster than the wind.
There is a loud boom as something breaks through the atmosphere
It crashes down from the heavens, leaving a grey streak of fading smoke through the sky. It impacts a few miles out from the inn, driving a kilometer-long trail into the earth.
There is a loud boom as something breaks through the atmosphere
It crashes down from the heavens, leaving a grey streak of fading smoke through the sky. It impacts a few miles out from the inn, driving a kilometer-long trail into the earth.
The woman stands there, a smile on her face as she tilts her head.
There is a light laugh in the woods as a streak of white passes past tree's and bushes, flowers sprouting from where the streak passes. Suddenly, a young woman with light pink hair stands in the field, over looking the tavern. She wears a long, white dress that floats around her effortlessly complete with a belt made from tooled leather and sandals made from bound straw. She has fair skin that is dappled with freckles and bright green eyes like the leaves in spring. She carries a staff made from shining silver in one hand that she fiddles with slightly.
She giggles again and dashes down the hill, faster than the wind.
Theren waves at her as he kids watch in awe.
She watches for a moment before scooping up one of the kids (You can pick) and grinning "Small ones! Tiny children! so pretty!"
There is a loud boom as something breaks through the atmosphere
It crashes down from the heavens, leaving a grey streak of fading smoke through the sky. It impacts a few miles out from the inn, driving a kilometer-long trail into the earth.
The woman stands there, a smile on her face as she tilts her head.
In the end of the crater is a large metal bird-like vehicle, painted olive green and broken
There is a light laugh in the woods as a streak of white passes past tree's and bushes, flowers sprouting from where the streak passes. Suddenly, a young woman with light pink hair stands in the field, over looking the tavern. She wears a long, white dress that floats around her effortlessly complete with a belt made from tooled leather and sandals made from bound straw. She has fair skin that is dappled with freckles and bright green eyes like the leaves in spring. She carries a staff made from shining silver in one hand that she fiddles with slightly.
She giggles again and dashes down the hill, faster than the wind.
Theren waves at her as he kids watch in awe.
She watches for a moment before scooping up one of the kids (You can pick) and grinning "Small ones! Tiny children! so pretty!"
Cecilia squirms slightly in her arms. Theren's hand drifts toward his sword as Nathan pipes up. "Hey! P-put down my sister!"
There is a loud boom as something breaks through the atmosphere
*WAIT WHAT*
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The tavern door creaked open as a man wearing a japanese fox mask walks in. A katana is at his hip and he wears a black cloak with black gloves. The man looks around the tavern before sitting down in a chair and humming to himself.
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"Thanks! I need this for my Panacea tea, in case someone forgets about an allergy or something."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA*
*An intro imma bout to do :3*
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
*Nice nice!*
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There is a light laugh in the woods as a streak of white passes past tree's and bushes, flowers sprouting from where the streak passes. Suddenly, a young woman with light pink hair stands in the field, over looking the tavern. She wears a long, white dress that floats around her effortlessly complete with a belt made from tooled leather and sandals made from bound straw. She has fair skin that is dappled with freckles and bright green eyes like the leaves in spring. She carries a staff made from shining silver in one hand that she fiddles with slightly.
She giggles again and dashes down the hill, faster than the wind.
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
Theren waves at her as he kids watch in awe.
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
(there goes trying to do an intro today)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
It crashes down from the heavens, leaving a grey streak of fading smoke through the sky. It impacts a few miles out from the inn, driving a kilometer-long trail into the earth.
"That's smart thinking"
The woman stands there, a smile on her face as she tilts her head.
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
*NOOOOO.*
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
She watches for a moment before scooping up one of the kids (You can pick) and grinning "Small ones! Tiny children! so pretty!"
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
In the end of the crater is a large metal bird-like vehicle, painted olive green and broken
Cecilia squirms slightly in her arms. Theren's hand drifts toward his sword as Nathan pipes up. "Hey! P-put down my sister!"
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
*theren, did I miss anything from ya?*
*yeah. Lemme go get it*
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At the distant scene of the impact, a man starts setting up camp
"i've stabilized him."
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