Kelipso is watching the troopers, eyes narrowed. He whistles as an owl flies to his shoulder. He tilts his head and it goes off again, turning invisible as it does.
There's some rustling in the bushes behind him
He whips out his bow, knocking an arrow easily. "I suggest if you don't want to end up full of holes, you show yourself."
A figure stands up out of the bushes, their face covered by a wooden mask with a smiley face carved into it and bandages on their hands. Their clothes are a hooded jacket, a pair of jeans, and a pair of combat boots
Kelipso's eyes widen "Jason?..."
*not fully >:3*
"Uh... hi." He says, rubbing the back of his head. (Perception?)
*Oh Lord 26*
Yep, that's his voice. But there's small things, stuff only kelipso would notice. How he carries himself, is more reserved and curled up than Jason's usual way of standing, and iverall there's just something off
Kelipso walks up to Jason slowly and holds his face. "Jay..." He says softly.
They slightly flinch at kelipso's touch, hands held at his sides, "I-im sorry. I thin something happened..." he says, expression hidden by the mask
Kelipso backs away, trying to contain his excitement for seeing Jason again. He takes a deep breath and tied back his hair into a bun. "Where were you?" He asked softly
"I.... dont remember. It feels like my brains scrambled, stuff is foggy." He says, messing with the bandages in his hands
Kelipso sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. "I want to hug you so bad right now..." He said but refrains from doing so
"Um, I could let you if you want," He offers, "I remember you a bit, mostly your voice I think?"
"That makes sense.." Kelipso said and tried to explain it "oh God, um... Where do I start... If Lysander were here, he could explain better than I do.."
"My name is Kelipso Andre Lilywhite. I am a Keeper of the Lands. A Ranger.."
"And we knew eachother? Or... my body, whatever part of me you recognize new you." He seems slightly confused but is listening
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
A night hexblood farmer drives through town on a cart filled with pumpkins. It would be pretty unremarkable if it weren't for the horses being made of sticks and rags. Scarecrow horses, with glowing red eyes and shambling gaits.
Truesight doesn't detect anything off, but features like a Paladin's Divine Sense that can sense creature type will reveal the following:
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
The troopers are doing their rounds, patrolling with AT-ST's. AT-AT's wait in their docs, the pilots sitting inside.
Lance is sitting in the woods, cradling a severely burned owlbears head.
-new character-
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The troopers are doing their rounds, patrolling with AT-ST's. AT-AT's wait in their docs, the pilots sitting inside.
Lance is sitting in the woods, cradling a severely burned owlbears head.
-new character-
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
The troopers are doing their rounds, patrolling with AT-ST's. AT-AT's wait in their docs, the pilots sitting inside.
Lance is sitting in the woods, cradling a severely burned owlbears head.
-new character-
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
*Didn't I have John scuttle all the AT-ATs?*
*New ones were brought in*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*gtg*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He nods "Him and Keruis, the Goddess of Light."
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
"And we knew eachother? Or... my body, whatever part of me you recognize new you." He seems slightly confused but is listening
"Just a disagreement with some soldiers." She shrugs
hoi
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
They nod in understanding. “Seems like a common thread. Seems like everyone is disgruntled with them.”
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
“I see. Gods are a… strange grouping. How did you become a gloom stalker?”
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Mhm, but my snake did get fed in the end"
“You summons snakes? Some form of conjuror?”
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Yep. I can summon a couple different things, usually animals. One or two non animals" she says with a nod
They nod. "Ah, yes... And how is the thesis going?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I've found a couple cursed creatures around, but not really what I'm looking for"
*hoi*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Good Morning :D*
Kelipso is restringing his bow while humming to himself. His thoughts are racing at the moment so he seems distracted.
Xan is sitting in a tree, watching people.
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
*haha, i coughed up blood this morning*
The troopers are doing their rounds, patrolling with AT-ST's. AT-AT's wait in their docs, the pilots sitting inside.
Lance is sitting in the woods, cradling a severely burned owlbears head.
-new character-
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Didn't I have John scuttle all the AT-ATs?*
*New ones were brought in*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Drat, welp...*
Deployed from the orbiting carrier, a squadron of longsword bombers approach the base
*Honestly, im tryna not engage in combat today*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.