The scarecrow-witch approaches Silver and shows them a rusted, gore-splattered scythe blade.
"I was told... you can help."
Silver sniffs the air. "Um... help with what?"
The figure seems confused for a moment. He looks at the blade. He takes a closer look at Silver. "Oh."
The "Roscoe" seems to relax. "I'm... new to this culture... and I would like some help... learning the ropes, as it is."
"Culture? Also, why does the air smell like blood and rust?"
"Humanoid... culture." Rasps the figure. He shoves the blade back into his coat to more ripping sounds.
Silver seems slightly concerned. "Who told you I could help again?"
"The man with the mask and the brand on his chest. He said to talk to you... that he didn't have the experience required... I just want to be a real person. A human person."
SIlver turns for a moment. "BRANDY! YOU'RE IN BIG TROUBLE MISTER!" Then he turns back, with a polite smile. "Sorry. Anyways, what is it you're confused about?"
The strange man sighs. "It's alright if you don't want to help me. But if you do anything to stop me, I might do something we will both regret deeply."
He sighs again. "Roscoe used to go to the local inns and taverns with strange people. I thought if I did the same thing, I could find out how that made him more of a person than I am."
"It's not what someone else does that defines if you're a person or not, but it's how you are that says if you're a person."
"I know that, but I don't know what it is that I'm supposed to do to be a person. I tried to learn, but my family didn't like that very much."
Silver tilted his head. "Why didn't they like that?"
"They were scared of me. They didn't like it when I moved on my own, or repeated after them to learn words, or went into the barn when it rained. They even tried to hire people to kill me. It didn't work."
"... were they even your family, then?"
"They made me. I lived on their farm. I learned everything I know from observing them."
"Then they are your creators, not family. A family means love, and all that mushy stuff. What you had was a lie of a family."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Pretty good, re-introed some nostalgic characters.*
*Like Ettor or Nemia?*
*Not that nostalgic. Silver and Sharlene.*
*Who is sharlene again?*
*stronk lady, very fiery. not Wolfe.*
*Um... I see*
Raphael waves to them
Here was her intro
The door to the main room gets kicked open by a foot in a worn-out shoe. The person steps forward, and it's clear they've had a rough time, even though there is a big smile on their face, and the look in their eyes is the look of someone satisfied with hard work. It's a woman, standing at 5'9, and she's covered with patches of dirt, and some leaves and twigs in her hair. Speaking of hair, it is a bright fiery ginger, even with how dirty it is. Her eyes are a deep hazel, fading into amber in some spots, and her skin is shockingly pale for what looks like someone who's outside a lot. She wears a tight cloth crop top under a cropped leather hoodless jacket, as well as some leather pants with legs that spread out a small bit at the end, and on her feet is some shoes that most definitely seems like they have seen some action. "I need a drink, where's the bar at in this place?"
Sharlene just stares back at him. "Whatcha want?"
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Pretty good, re-introed some nostalgic characters.*
*Like Ettor or Nemia?*
*Not that nostalgic. Silver and Sharlene.*
*Who is sharlene again?*
*stronk lady, very fiery. not Wolfe.*
*Um... I see*
Raphael waves to them
Here was her intro
The door to the main room gets kicked open by a foot in a worn-out shoe. The person steps forward, and it's clear they've had a rough time, even though there is a big smile on their face, and the look in their eyes is the look of someone satisfied with hard work. It's a woman, standing at 5'9, and she's covered with patches of dirt, and some leaves and twigs in her hair. Speaking of hair, it is a bright fiery ginger, even with how dirty it is. Her eyes are a deep hazel, fading into amber in some spots, and her skin is shockingly pale for what looks like someone who's outside a lot. She wears a tight cloth crop top under a cropped leather hoodless jacket, as well as some leather pants with legs that spread out a small bit at the end, and on her feet is some shoes that most definitely seems like they have seen some action. "I need a drink, where's the bar at in this place?"
Sharlene just stares back at him. "Whatcha want?"
*did you respond to my responce to the intro?*
"Um... a lot of things but first a name. I'm Raphael, and you are?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*I'm doing fine. I introduced another new character today.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Then they are your creators, not family. A family means love, and all that mushy stuff. What you had was a lie of a family."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*ooo, who?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Pretty good, re-introed some nostalgic characters.*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*Like Ettor or Nemia?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Not that nostalgic. Silver and Sharlene.*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*Who is sharlene again?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*stronk lady, very fiery. not Wolfe.*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*Um... I see*
Raphael waves to them
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Here was her intro
The door to the main room gets kicked open by a foot in a worn-out shoe. The person steps forward, and it's clear they've had a rough time, even though there is a big smile on their face, and the look in their eyes is the look of someone satisfied with hard work. It's a woman, standing at 5'9, and she's covered with patches of dirt, and some leaves and twigs in her hair. Speaking of hair, it is a bright fiery ginger, even with how dirty it is. Her eyes are a deep hazel, fading into amber in some spots, and her skin is shockingly pale for what looks like someone who's outside a lot. She wears a tight cloth crop top under a cropped leather hoodless jacket, as well as some leather pants with legs that spread out a small bit at the end, and on her feet is some shoes that most definitely seems like they have seen some action. "I need a drink, where's the bar at in this place?"
Sharlene just stares back at him. "Whatcha want?"
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*did you respond to my responce to the intro?*
"Um... a lot of things but first a name. I'm Raphael, and you are?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*hey guys! sorry i was missing for a bit, i was at a pep rally i did not want to be at. im sweaty and hot and feel disgusting. *
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
Harbor is frying fish.
Brand is sharpening his daggers.
<extra extra, pick who ya want*
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
*that is fine*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Where is Harbor frying them? In the kitchen?&
...
Raphael is either with Lore on a date or looking for Kelipso
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Hallo friends*
*I am back for bit*
Here is characters:
Jason is down in the basement tying up the cultists for interogation
-open slot-
-Litterally choose anyone and if i still have them in mind i will play them-
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Yes*
Kelipso is locked downstairs with jason trying to kill cultists.
Lore is looking around at the fancy city.
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
*IM SWEATING LIKE (GP) RIGHT NOW.............................. I EXHAUSTED*
Kelipso is debating whether or not to inject Jason with sedatives.
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
Throden-Ihtros is watching them, making sure everything is going okay
*Description of Harbor*
Raphael is walking with them, the smog creating an artificial dusk. "You enjoying yourself?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Yikes. Hashtag, drink some wata*
Jason looks over at him and smiles, "Ok, see i didn't kill them."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND