Something huge walks through the woods toward the burned-down village/Church of Helios camp. There are flashing red lights and siren sounds coming from the box-like quadruped. It seems to be trying to make every creature in the area aware of its presence. Its long, spindly legs delicately maneuver around the trees even though it could easily just knock them down.
Whistler perks up at the sounds of machine whirring, following the sound like a moth to a flame.
Something huge walks through the woods toward the burned-down village/Church of Helios camp. There are flashing red lights and siren sounds coming from the box-like quadruped. It seems to be trying to make every creature in the area aware of its presence. Its long, spindly legs delicately maneuver around the trees even though it could easily just knock them down.
Yuri and Donn watch it, eyes narrowed. "Oh dear, that looks quite horrible" Donn murmurs and Yuri chuckles "I should say so but it has a lovely horribleness to it."
*ok, honestly im just pissed now, im gonna rp to let off some steam*
Theren is in the woods, walking around swords in hand looking for something to fight.
Mars is fighting a ancient red dragon.
-new character-
From the depths of the 9 Hells an assassin rises. Wearing red padded armor as a mask over his mouth. He has a katana at his hip. His golden eyes sweep his surroundings as he spots his first target, going into hand to hand combat with them
*May I ask what happened?*
*Something in another thread happened. This guy started to go into technicalities and its just [1GP]ing infuriating*
*Oh dear.. Mate, I'm sorry.*
*Its wtv. I just wanna rp to let off some steam*
*Of course,*
Lore looks over at Theren and waves "Hey there? You look in the mood to fight. Want to spar?"
Theren glances over, rage in his eyes.
She winces and nods "Okay then..."
His eyes clear a bit. "Sorry...sorry.."
"Its fone, im just worried when your mad."
"Right..." he says, swords disappearing as he sits down on the ground, head in his hands.
Lore moves over a bit and holds him "are you okay?"
Something huge walks through the woods toward the burned-down village/Church of Helios camp. There are flashing red lights and siren sounds coming from the box-like quadruped. It seems to be trying to make every creature in the area aware of its presence. Its long, spindly legs delicately maneuver around the trees even though it could easily just knock them down.
Whistler perks up at the sounds of machine whirring, following the sound like a moth to a flame.
Getting closer, it's clear what this thing is: a walking factory. A voice calls out from the speakers as the sirens stop. "Attention: Be not afraid. This vehicle is not a war machine. It is a symbol of Groupercorp's goodwill toward men, women, and others. Be not afraid." The sirens sound once more.
Kylar is fighting a strange ox with her dogs, actually seeming to be doing alright
Ani is sleepily eating breakfast, flipping through his spellbook
Asher is talking to himself on a rooftop, seeming... annoyed at himself?
The witch hunter is at the edge of town, mostly just watching from the treeline
*for theren*
There is a sickening snap from underneath them. A man wearing red padded armor, a mask over his mouth, a katana at his hip, and golden eyes is standing over a dead body.
He tilts his head, watching with mild curiosity
The man kneels over the body before shaking his head in digust.
"You kill that one?" The man asks in a gruff voice
He nods, looking up at them
"Not bad. Quick, clean, quiet." He says with a simple nod
"That is the point."
"I'm guessing whoever trained you was a professional. We have a few of your types in my ranks."
"My types?"
"Assassins." He says, "If I had to take a guess atleast."
*oof, fail*
Meroving posssesses Kinsley, flexing their furry little digits. "Man, nice to be back in this body."
You alright in there?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*cut thread for lawrence*
"In a sense." The man says, "If a Mage gets out of hand, if a few takes too many kids, things like that, they send me."
Whistler perks up at the sounds of machine whirring, following the sound like a moth to a flame.
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Yuri and Donn watch it, eyes narrowed. "Oh dear, that looks quite horrible" Donn murmurs and Yuri chuckles "I should say so but it has a lovely horribleness to it."
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
"See you later Ani." Meroving/Kinsley says, as they walk away
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Lore moves over a bit and holds him "are you okay?"
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
Yes... Respectufully the guild is off limits, but I can't really stop you
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*In the woods*
"Do you have a problem with my methods ferret?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Thank you. I'm on mobile at the moment 😔*
"He takes kids?" She asked, brow raised.
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
Oh yeah, of course. That makes sense. When do you need your body back? This might be useful to get intune with your mental palace
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Just too much going on in my head."
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
She smiles and pats his head "Anything I can do to help?"
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
*hoi...?*
psychopath ^-^
The Mage yawns softly, "Try not to do anything reckless mero"
"I dunno...honestly i dunno."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Getting closer, it's clear what this thing is: a walking factory. A voice calls out from the speakers as the sirens stop. "Attention: Be not afraid. This vehicle is not a war machine. It is a symbol of Groupercorp's goodwill toward men, women, and others. Be not afraid." The sirens sound once more.
It's making decent time getting to the wreckage.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Assassins." He says, "If I had to take a guess atleast."
She nods apologetically.
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
*same, trying to keep stuff as short as possible lol*
"I've seen a lot in my years of work." He says