*how dare you alaric, your guilt trips on me work to well*
-T I M E S K I P-
Harbor races out, practically tumbling out of him room and down the stairs like a furball. He giggles something to himself and takes off his goggles "13 ANTITOXINS, TWO POTIONS OF HEALING, AND THREE BALLS OF COLORED SMOKE!!"
* I imagine I timeskip as well!*
Mirinn stops him in his tracks, chuckling a bit. "Slow down, mon ami, don't trip yourself."
Harbor grins a bit "Ok ok" he takes a few deep breaths. His fur seems stained with dyes and such.
"Oh, Harbor!" She pulled out a cloth and got to rubbing the stains out like a mother. "Merci, but you need to take care of yourself as well!"
"bah!! he said, tying to squirm out of her grasp. "Ill be fine!!"
She firmly keeps him held, rubbing the stains out."
Harbor squirms more "It'll come out on its own!!". He now looks like a art canvas came to life.
"It'll come out quicker if I get it out!"
"Im gonna turn into a living painting if you keep spreading it!!"
"Only if you keep wiggling!"
He sticks out his tongue as he bats his paws at her (without claws cuz he isnt mean)
"Do not make me freeze you, mon ami!"
"Im fine i swear!!!"
"Your fur will fall out from the colors of I simply just leave it! You would look like a sphinx cat!"
"Then people would see my cool tattoo!!" he joked
She paused momentarily. "You have a tattoo?"
"Im joking" he said with a chuckle
"Oh." She goes back to furiously rubbing the colors out.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A woman walks in with two great stone golems behind her. The golems are made out of white marble with iron veins through the stone that glitter like gems. The heads are shaped to resemble a helmed warrior, goldens eyes peeked out from the slits in the helms. They each had a diamond in the center of their chest that was shaped like a square. They both held great swords that were imbued with runes, the swords were made out of thick cut metal with marble handles.
The woman stood almost 7 feet tall. She had ivory-like skin that almost the color of the golems behind her, long raven-black wavy hair that ended at her lower back, amber eyes that were the color of tree sap with golden speckles in them, and delicate features like that of a doll. She was clothed in a white blouse that was soft to the touch and that had long sleeves like that of a kimono, a floor-length skirt that sweep across the floor like a ballgown, metal heeled boots that quietly made a metal "clink" each time that tapped across the floor, and a thin silver band around her neck.
She sat down at a table as the golem took either side of her like guards poised to kill anything that got near her. She ordered a tea and hot meal for the moment before resting her head on her hand and watching the room.
Vivian drops out of the cieling into the chair across her, "Hi there!"
The golem move to raise the swords before the woman holds up a hand and they stop. "Hello there" she said and smiled
"I like your statues," she say, ignoring that she could've been stabbed
Ennard smiles. "It's simply a talent I have. Of course, my nature as a being helps. I know what people want, what they fear. I can make my food the spitting image of desire that very few can resist."
"Oh, wonderful!" Rusty politely claps. "I am very jealous of that skill. Is toymaking another talent of yours?"
"Yes, but all I have is talent. I haven't found a toymaker willing to train a creature such as myself."
At that, Rusty excitedly stands up. "Would you accept a proposal, then?"
"Ah, a fine gesture. I will accept... once I know the conditions, of course. I don't make lopsided deals."
"Oh, don't worry, my conditions are that for as long as I teach you, you must not be afraid to let your true form show in the light." Rusty smiled and sat back down, grabbing a chicken leg.
"Ah. I'm afraid that I cannot take that deal."
Rusty seems a bit disappointed. "May I ask why?"
"I'm afraid that this is as close as I've gotten to normality. And, more importantly, if people saw my true appearance as soon as they entered, they would leave immediately."
"Well, I saw your true form when I entered, and did not flee. And who is to judge what is 'normal'? I do not conform myself to the standards of others, and anyone who aspires to be great should do the same, dear friend. And you, certainly, have the potential to be great." Rusty took a bite of the chicken, biting through the bone and chewing.
It's the best chicken Rusty has ever tasted. Chicken so good, an animal would willingly die if it knew it was going to taste like this.
"Wonderful sentiment, but not one I can subscribe to. You see, do not care for making art for its own sake. I use my toys and my food to lure in guests, much like yourself. It's all part of the spectacle. I could not survive outside of the dark for long. The magic is just for protection."
*how dare you alaric, your guilt trips on me work to well*
-T I M E S K I P-
Harbor races out, practically tumbling out of him room and down the stairs like a furball. He giggles something to himself and takes off his goggles "13 ANTITOXINS, TWO POTIONS OF HEALING, AND THREE BALLS OF COLORED SMOKE!!"
* I imagine I timeskip as well!*
Mirinn stops him in his tracks, chuckling a bit. "Slow down, mon ami, don't trip yourself."
Harbor grins a bit "Ok ok" he takes a few deep breaths. His fur seems stained with dyes and such.
"Oh, Harbor!" She pulled out a cloth and got to rubbing the stains out like a mother. "Merci, but you need to take care of yourself as well!"
"bah!! he said, tying to squirm out of her grasp. "Ill be fine!!"
She firmly keeps him held, rubbing the stains out."
Harbor squirms more "It'll come out on its own!!". He now looks like a art canvas came to life.
"It'll come out quicker if I get it out!"
"Im gonna turn into a living painting if you keep spreading it!!"
"Only if you keep wiggling!"
He sticks out his tongue as he bats his paws at her (without claws cuz he isnt mean)
"Do not make me freeze you, mon ami!"
"Im fine i swear!!!"
"Your fur will fall out from the colors of I simply just leave it! You would look like a sphinx cat!"
"Then people would see my cool tattoo!!" he joked
She paused momentarily. "You have a tattoo?"
"Im joking" he said with a chuckle
"Oh." She goes back to furiously rubbing the colors out.
A woman walks in with two great stone golems behind her. The golems are made out of white marble with iron veins through the stone that glitter like gems. The heads are shaped to resemble a helmed warrior, goldens eyes peeked out from the slits in the helms. They each had a diamond in the center of their chest that was shaped like a square. They both held great swords that were imbued with runes, the swords were made out of thick cut metal with marble handles.
The woman stood almost 7 feet tall. She had ivory-like skin that almost the color of the golems behind her, long raven-black wavy hair that ended at her lower back, amber eyes that were the color of tree sap with golden speckles in them, and delicate features like that of a doll. She was clothed in a white blouse that was soft to the touch and that had long sleeves like that of a kimono, a floor-length skirt that sweep across the floor like a ballgown, metal heeled boots that quietly made a metal "clink" each time that tapped across the floor, and a thin silver band around her neck.
She sat down at a table as the golem took either side of her like guards poised to kill anything that got near her. She ordered a tea and hot meal for the moment before resting her head on her hand and watching the room.
Vivian drops out of the cieling into the chair across her, "Hi there!"
The golem move to raise the swords before the woman holds up a hand and they stop. "Hello there" she said and smiled
"I like your statues," she say, ignoring that she could've been stabbed
Ennard smiles. "It's simply a talent I have. Of course, my nature as a being helps. I know what people want, what they fear. I can make my food the spitting image of desire that very few can resist."
"Oh, wonderful!" Rusty politely claps. "I am very jealous of that skill. Is toymaking another talent of yours?"
"Yes, but all I have is talent. I haven't found a toymaker willing to train a creature such as myself."
At that, Rusty excitedly stands up. "Would you accept a proposal, then?"
"Ah, a fine gesture. I will accept... once I know the conditions, of course. I don't make lopsided deals."
"Oh, don't worry, my conditions are that for as long as I teach you, you must not be afraid to let your true form show in the light." Rusty smiled and sat back down, grabbing a chicken leg.
"Ah. I'm afraid that I cannot take that deal."
Rusty seems a bit disappointed. "May I ask why?"
"I'm afraid that this is as close as I've gotten to normality. And, more importantly, if people saw my true appearance as soon as they entered, they would leave immediately."
"Well, I saw your true form when I entered, and did not flee. And who is to judge what is 'normal'? I do not conform myself to the standards of others, and anyone who aspires to be great should do the same, dear friend. And you, certainly, have the potential to be great." Rusty took a bite of the chicken, biting through the bone and chewing.
It's the best chicken Rusty has ever tasted. Chicken so good, an animal would willingly die if it knew it was going to taste like this.
"Wonderful sentiment, but not one I can subscribe to. You see, do not care for making art for its own sake. I use my toys and my food to lure in guests, much like yourself. It's all part of the spectacle. I could not survive outside of the dark for long. The magic is just for protection."
Rusty put his hat back on and slyly smiled under it. "Then might I open a window for just a moment to show you something?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*how dare you alaric, your guilt trips on me work to well*
-T I M E S K I P-
Harbor races out, practically tumbling out of him room and down the stairs like a furball. He giggles something to himself and takes off his goggles "13 ANTITOXINS, TWO POTIONS OF HEALING, AND THREE BALLS OF COLORED SMOKE!!"
* I imagine I timeskip as well!*
Mirinn stops him in his tracks, chuckling a bit. "Slow down, mon ami, don't trip yourself."
Harbor grins a bit "Ok ok" he takes a few deep breaths. His fur seems stained with dyes and such.
"Oh, Harbor!" She pulled out a cloth and got to rubbing the stains out like a mother. "Merci, but you need to take care of yourself as well!"
"bah!! he said, tying to squirm out of her grasp. "Ill be fine!!"
She firmly keeps him held, rubbing the stains out."
Harbor squirms more "It'll come out on its own!!". He now looks like a art canvas came to life.
"It'll come out quicker if I get it out!"
"Im gonna turn into a living painting if you keep spreading it!!"
"Only if you keep wiggling!"
He sticks out his tongue as he bats his paws at her (without claws cuz he isnt mean)
"Do not make me freeze you, mon ami!"
"Im fine i swear!!!"
"Your fur will fall out from the colors of I simply just leave it! You would look like a sphinx cat!"
"Then people would see my cool tattoo!!" he joked
She paused momentarily. "You have a tattoo?"
"Im joking" he said with a chuckle
"Oh." She goes back to furiously rubbing the colors out.
He squeaks a bit "Hey now! watch the whiskers!"
After a few minutes, Harbor is finally clean of the unnatural colors, and Mirinn lets him go free. "There! Much better!"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A woman walks in with two great stone golems behind her. The golems are made out of white marble with iron veins through the stone that glitter like gems. The heads are shaped to resemble a helmed warrior, goldens eyes peeked out from the slits in the helms. They each had a diamond in the center of their chest that was shaped like a square. They both held great swords that were imbued with runes, the swords were made out of thick cut metal with marble handles.
The woman stood almost 7 feet tall. She had ivory-like skin that almost the color of the golems behind her, long raven-black wavy hair that ended at her lower back, amber eyes that were the color of tree sap with golden speckles in them, and delicate features like that of a doll. She was clothed in a white blouse that was soft to the touch and that had long sleeves like that of a kimono, a floor-length skirt that sweep across the floor like a ballgown, metal heeled boots that quietly made a metal "clink" each time that tapped across the floor, and a thin silver band around her neck.
She sat down at a table as the golem took either side of her like guards poised to kill anything that got near her. She ordered a tea and hot meal for the moment before resting her head on her hand and watching the room.
Vivian drops out of the cieling into the chair across her, "Hi there!"
The golem move to raise the swords before the woman holds up a hand and they stop. "Hello there" she said and smiled
"I like your statues," she say, ignoring that she could've been stabbed
*how dare you alaric, your guilt trips on me work to well*
-T I M E S K I P-
Harbor races out, practically tumbling out of him room and down the stairs like a furball. He giggles something to himself and takes off his goggles "13 ANTITOXINS, TWO POTIONS OF HEALING, AND THREE BALLS OF COLORED SMOKE!!"
* I imagine I timeskip as well!*
Mirinn stops him in his tracks, chuckling a bit. "Slow down, mon ami, don't trip yourself."
Harbor grins a bit "Ok ok" he takes a few deep breaths. His fur seems stained with dyes and such.
"Oh, Harbor!" She pulled out a cloth and got to rubbing the stains out like a mother. "Merci, but you need to take care of yourself as well!"
"bah!! he said, tying to squirm out of her grasp. "Ill be fine!!"
She firmly keeps him held, rubbing the stains out."
Harbor squirms more "It'll come out on its own!!". He now looks like a art canvas came to life.
"It'll come out quicker if I get it out!"
"Im gonna turn into a living painting if you keep spreading it!!"
"Only if you keep wiggling!"
He sticks out his tongue as he bats his paws at her (without claws cuz he isnt mean)
"Do not make me freeze you, mon ami!"
"Im fine i swear!!!"
"Your fur will fall out from the colors of I simply just leave it! You would look like a sphinx cat!"
"Then people would see my cool tattoo!!" he joked
She paused momentarily. "You have a tattoo?"
"Im joking" he said with a chuckle
"Oh." She goes back to furiously rubbing the colors out.
He squeaks a bit "Hey now! watch the whiskers!"
After a few minutes, Harbor is finally clean of the unnatural colors, and Mirinn lets him go free. "There! Much better!"
*how dare you alaric, your guilt trips on me work to well*
-T I M E S K I P-
Harbor races out, practically tumbling out of him room and down the stairs like a furball. He giggles something to himself and takes off his goggles "13 ANTITOXINS, TWO POTIONS OF HEALING, AND THREE BALLS OF COLORED SMOKE!!"
* I imagine I timeskip as well!*
Mirinn stops him in his tracks, chuckling a bit. "Slow down, mon ami, don't trip yourself."
Harbor grins a bit "Ok ok" he takes a few deep breaths. His fur seems stained with dyes and such.
"Oh, Harbor!" She pulled out a cloth and got to rubbing the stains out like a mother. "Merci, but you need to take care of yourself as well!"
"bah!! he said, tying to squirm out of her grasp. "Ill be fine!!"
She firmly keeps him held, rubbing the stains out."
Harbor squirms more "It'll come out on its own!!". He now looks like a art canvas came to life.
"It'll come out quicker if I get it out!"
"Im gonna turn into a living painting if you keep spreading it!!"
"Only if you keep wiggling!"
He sticks out his tongue as he bats his paws at her (without claws cuz he isnt mean)
"Do not make me freeze you, mon ami!"
"Im fine i swear!!!"
"Your fur will fall out from the colors of I simply just leave it! You would look like a sphinx cat!"
"Then people would see my cool tattoo!!" he joked
She paused momentarily. "You have a tattoo?"
"Im joking" he said with a chuckle
"Oh." She goes back to furiously rubbing the colors out.
He squeaks a bit "Hey now! watch the whiskers!"
After a few minutes, Harbor is finally clean of the unnatural colors, and Mirinn lets him go free. "There! Much better!"
Harbor looks like himself but a bit sullen
Mirinn's smile faded a bit at his look, growing into a concerned look. "Harbor, are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A woman walks in with two great stone golems behind her. The golems are made out of white marble with iron veins through the stone that glitter like gems. The heads are shaped to resemble a helmed warrior, goldens eyes peeked out from the slits in the helms. They each had a diamond in the center of their chest that was shaped like a square. They both held great swords that were imbued with runes, the swords were made out of thick cut metal with marble handles.
The woman stood almost 7 feet tall. She had ivory-like skin that almost the color of the golems behind her, long raven-black wavy hair that ended at her lower back, amber eyes that were the color of tree sap with golden speckles in them, and delicate features like that of a doll. She was clothed in a white blouse that was soft to the touch and that had long sleeves like that of a kimono, a floor-length skirt that sweep across the floor like a ballgown, metal heeled boots that quietly made a metal "clink" each time that tapped across the floor, and a thin silver band around her neck.
She sat down at a table as the golem took either side of her like guards poised to kill anything that got near her. She ordered a tea and hot meal for the moment before resting her head on her hand and watching the room.
Vivian drops out of the cieling into the chair across her, "Hi there!"
The golem move to raise the swords before the woman holds up a hand and they stop. "Hello there" she said and smiled
"I like your statues," she say, ignoring that she could've been stabbed
"They are golems dear child" she said
"But they're stone?"
She nods "My name is Sarah Ultide. Great mechanic of the golden army. I have many centuries of lives under my belt."
*how dare you alaric, your guilt trips on me work to well*
-T I M E S K I P-
Harbor races out, practically tumbling out of him room and down the stairs like a furball. He giggles something to himself and takes off his goggles "13 ANTITOXINS, TWO POTIONS OF HEALING, AND THREE BALLS OF COLORED SMOKE!!"
* I imagine I timeskip as well!*
Mirinn stops him in his tracks, chuckling a bit. "Slow down, mon ami, don't trip yourself."
Harbor grins a bit "Ok ok" he takes a few deep breaths. His fur seems stained with dyes and such.
"Oh, Harbor!" She pulled out a cloth and got to rubbing the stains out like a mother. "Merci, but you need to take care of yourself as well!"
"bah!! he said, tying to squirm out of her grasp. "Ill be fine!!"
She firmly keeps him held, rubbing the stains out."
Harbor squirms more "It'll come out on its own!!". He now looks like a art canvas came to life.
"It'll come out quicker if I get it out!"
"Im gonna turn into a living painting if you keep spreading it!!"
"Only if you keep wiggling!"
He sticks out his tongue as he bats his paws at her (without claws cuz he isnt mean)
"Do not make me freeze you, mon ami!"
"Im fine i swear!!!"
"Your fur will fall out from the colors of I simply just leave it! You would look like a sphinx cat!"
"Then people would see my cool tattoo!!" he joked
She paused momentarily. "You have a tattoo?"
"Im joking" he said with a chuckle
"Oh." She goes back to furiously rubbing the colors out.
He squeaks a bit "Hey now! watch the whiskers!"
After a few minutes, Harbor is finally clean of the unnatural colors, and Mirinn lets him go free. "There! Much better!"
Harbor looks like himself but a bit sullen
Mirinn's smile faded a bit at his look, growing into a concerned look. "Harbor, are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
"No..." he sighed "Im fine, thank you for your help" he said with a grin
A woman walks in with two great stone golems behind her. The golems are made out of white marble with iron veins through the stone that glitter like gems. The heads are shaped to resemble a helmed warrior, goldens eyes peeked out from the slits in the helms. They each had a diamond in the center of their chest that was shaped like a square. They both held great swords that were imbued with runes, the swords were made out of thick cut metal with marble handles.
The woman stood almost 7 feet tall. She had ivory-like skin that almost the color of the golems behind her, long raven-black wavy hair that ended at her lower back, amber eyes that were the color of tree sap with golden speckles in them, and delicate features like that of a doll. She was clothed in a white blouse that was soft to the touch and that had long sleeves like that of a kimono, a floor-length skirt that sweep across the floor like a ballgown, metal heeled boots that quietly made a metal "clink" each time that tapped across the floor, and a thin silver band around her neck.
She sat down at a table as the golem took either side of her like guards poised to kill anything that got near her. She ordered a tea and hot meal for the moment before resting her head on her hand and watching the room.
Vivian drops out of the cieling into the chair across her, "Hi there!"
The golem move to raise the swords before the woman holds up a hand and they stop. "Hello there" she said and smiled
"I like your statues," she say, ignoring that she could've been stabbed
"They are golems dear child" she said
"But they're stone?"
She nods "My name is Sarah Ultide. Great mechanic of the golden army. I have many centuries of lives under my belt."
"Golden army?" Her eyes light up, "I read story books about them!"
A woman walks in with two great stone golems behind her. The golems are made out of white marble with iron veins through the stone that glitter like gems. The heads are shaped to resemble a helmed warrior, goldens eyes peeked out from the slits in the helms. They each had a diamond in the center of their chest that was shaped like a square. They both held great swords that were imbued with runes, the swords were made out of thick cut metal with marble handles.
The woman stood almost 7 feet tall. She had ivory-like skin that almost the color of the golems behind her, long raven-black wavy hair that ended at her lower back, amber eyes that were the color of tree sap with golden speckles in them, and delicate features like that of a doll. She was clothed in a white blouse that was soft to the touch and that had long sleeves like that of a kimono, a floor-length skirt that sweep across the floor like a ballgown, metal heeled boots that quietly made a metal "clink" each time that tapped across the floor, and a thin silver band around her neck.
She sat down at a table as the golem took either side of her like guards poised to kill anything that got near her. She ordered a tea and hot meal for the moment before resting her head on her hand and watching the room.
Vivian drops out of the cieling into the chair across her, "Hi there!"
The golem move to raise the swords before the woman holds up a hand and they stop. "Hello there" she said and smiled
"I like your statues," she say, ignoring that she could've been stabbed
"They are golems dear child" she said
"But they're stone?"
She nods "My name is Sarah Ultide. Great mechanic of the golden army. I have many centuries of lives under my belt."
"Golden army?" Her eyes light up, "I read story books about them!"
"Ah, so my achievements have been recorded in history!" she said with a grin "Ill tell you a secret dear if you promise to keep it and never tell a soul" she said and raised a delicate finger to her lips.
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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
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"Oh." She goes back to furiously rubbing the colors out.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*THEY WILL BE ON BY TOMORROW*
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 like your statues," she say, ignoring that she could've been stabbed
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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
*IT'S GONNA BE AMAZING*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
It's the best chicken Rusty has ever tasted. Chicken so good, an animal would willingly die if it knew it was going to taste like this.
"Wonderful sentiment, but not one I can subscribe to. You see, do not care for making art for its own sake. I use my toys and my food to lure in guests, much like yourself. It's all part of the spectacle. I could not survive outside of the dark for long. The magic is just for protection."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He squeaks a bit "Hey now! watch the whiskers!"
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
"They are golems dear child" she said
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
*PICKING A NAME NOW FOR AN IDEA*
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
*OVERKILL. LOOK LOOK LOOK*
* https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VAh-5ImKXUA *
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
Rusty put his hat back on and slyly smiled under it. "Then might I open a window for just a moment to show you something?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
After a few minutes, Harbor is finally clean of the unnatural colors, and Mirinn lets him go free. "There! Much better!"
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.
*1: I LOVE THAT SONG*
*2: OMG IT ACTUALLY EXISTS*
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.
"But they're stone?"
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
Harbor looks like himself but a bit sullen
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
Mirinn's smile faded a bit at his look, growing into a concerned look. "Harbor, are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
She nods "My name is Sarah Ultide. Great mechanic of the golden army. I have many centuries of lives under my belt."
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
"No..." he sighed "Im fine, thank you for your help" he said with a grin
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
"Golden army?" Her eyes light up, "I read story books about 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
She set a hand on his shoulder, growing more concerned. "Please, tell me what I did wrong."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Ah, so my achievements have been recorded in history!" she said with a grin "Ill tell you a secret dear if you promise to keep it and never tell a soul" she said and raised a delicate finger to her lips.
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