The door bursts open as a man in dark clothing stumbles in, coughing, surrounded by ravens. He likely wouldn't be able to stand if it weren't for his staff. The man's voice and deep breathing are amplified by the pale, bird-like mask he wears. He waves away the ravens as he quickly bandages his wounds, pulling chemicals out of his bandolier and bandages, a needle, and thread out of his bag. Gore drizzles onto the floor as he repairs his broken body. He kneels down and sighs, wiping up the blood on the floor.
He moves to a table and sits down. A bird sits on his shoulder as he injects himself with some yellow liquid.
Vivian curiously walks over, though keeps a safe-ish distance of 6ft, watching the man silently
The man turns his head to face her, revealing the white mask with almond-shaped eye lenses. "I apologize for the disturbance." comes his distorted voice. "I was just running for my life, and I didn't have time to patch myself up. No need to worry, though. Even they don't travel this far. That's how I escaped."
"Escaped from what?" Vivian says softly after a few moments, "I've never seen your type before."
"'From wh-'" he seems outraged for a moment, then stops. "Oh. R-right. You weren't in the city when it happened." He sighs again. "Zombie Plague Spreaders. They're smarter, stronger, can raise other zombies, and have a toxic aura." He pauses, hissing and clutching his wound. "And those aren't even the worst things I saw in the city." He chuckles. "Would you believe I fought for months, all for a city named 'Hawga Taoul?' That is literally draconic for 'lost city.'"
The door bursts open as a man in dark clothing stumbles in, coughing, surrounded by ravens. He likely wouldn't be able to stand if it weren't for his staff. The man's voice and deep breathing are amplified by the pale, bird-like mask he wears. He waves away the ravens as he quickly bandages his wounds, pulling chemicals out of his bandolier and bandages, a needle, and thread out of his bag. Gore drizzles onto the floor as he repairs his broken body. He kneels down and sighs, wiping up the blood on the floor.
He moves to a table and sits down. A bird sits on his shoulder as he injects himself with some yellow liquid.
Vivian curiously walks over, though keeps a safe-ish distance of 6ft, watching the man silently
The man turns his head to face her, revealing the white mask with almond-shaped eye lenses. "I apologize for the disturbance." comes his distorted voice. "I was just running for my life, and I didn't have time to patch myself up. No need to worry, though. Even they don't travel this far. That's how I escaped."
"Escaped from what?" Vivian says softly after a few moments, "I've never seen your type before."
"'From wh-'" he seems outraged for a moment, then stops. "Oh. R-right. You weren't in the city when it happened." He sighs again. "Zombie Plague Spreaders. They're smarter, stronger, can raise other zombies, and have a toxic aura." He pauses, hissing and clutching his wound. "And those aren't even the worst things I saw in the city." He chuckles. "Would you believe I fought for months, all for a city named 'Hawga Taoul?' That is literally draconic for 'lost city.'"
She flinches back for a moment when he raises his voice, "Sounds.... ironic I guess. Is that why you're all dressed up like this?" She asks, gesturing to the plague doctor outfit.
The door bursts open as a man in dark clothing stumbles in, coughing, surrounded by ravens. He likely wouldn't be able to stand if it weren't for his staff. The man's voice and deep breathing are amplified by the pale, bird-like mask he wears. He waves away the ravens as he quickly bandages his wounds, pulling chemicals out of his bandolier and bandages, a needle, and thread out of his bag. Gore drizzles onto the floor as he repairs his broken body. He kneels down and sighs, wiping up the blood on the floor.
He moves to a table and sits down. A bird sits on his shoulder as he injects himself with some yellow liquid.
Vivian curiously walks over, though keeps a safe-ish distance of 6ft, watching the man silently
The man turns his head to face her, revealing the white mask with almond-shaped eye lenses. "I apologize for the disturbance." comes his distorted voice. "I was just running for my life, and I didn't have time to patch myself up. No need to worry, though. Even they don't travel this far. That's how I escaped."
"Escaped from what?" Vivian says softly after a few moments, "I've never seen your type before."
"'From wh-'" he seems outraged for a moment, then stops. "Oh. R-right. You weren't in the city when it happened." He sighs again. "Zombie Plague Spreaders. They're smarter, stronger, can raise other zombies, and have a toxic aura." He pauses, hissing and clutching his wound. "And those aren't even the worst things I saw in the city." He chuckles. "Would you believe I fought for months, all for a city named 'Hawga Taoul?' That is literally draconic for 'lost city.'"
She flinches back for a moment when he raises his voice, "Sounds.... ironic I guess. Is that why you're all dressed up like this?" She asks, gesturing to the plague doctor outfit.
"Um, yeah. Yeah, it's a prototype that was designed to protect me from the plague."
The door bursts open as a man in dark clothing stumbles in, coughing, surrounded by ravens. He likely wouldn't be able to stand if it weren't for his staff. The man's voice and deep breathing are amplified by the pale, bird-like mask he wears. He waves away the ravens as he quickly bandages his wounds, pulling chemicals out of his bandolier and bandages, a needle, and thread out of his bag. Gore drizzles onto the floor as he repairs his broken body. He kneels down and sighs, wiping up the blood on the floor.
He moves to a table and sits down. A bird sits on his shoulder as he injects himself with some yellow liquid.
Vivian curiously walks over, though keeps a safe-ish distance of 6ft, watching the man silently
The man turns his head to face her, revealing the white mask with almond-shaped eye lenses. "I apologize for the disturbance." comes his distorted voice. "I was just running for my life, and I didn't have time to patch myself up. No need to worry, though. Even they don't travel this far. That's how I escaped."
"Escaped from what?" Vivian says softly after a few moments, "I've never seen your type before."
"'From wh-'" he seems outraged for a moment, then stops. "Oh. R-right. You weren't in the city when it happened." He sighs again. "Zombie Plague Spreaders. They're smarter, stronger, can raise other zombies, and have a toxic aura." He pauses, hissing and clutching his wound. "And those aren't even the worst things I saw in the city." He chuckles. "Would you believe I fought for months, all for a city named 'Hawga Taoul?' That is literally draconic for 'lost city.'"
She flinches back for a moment when he raises his voice, "Sounds.... ironic I guess. Is that why you're all dressed up like this?" She asks, gesturing to the plague doctor outfit.
"Um, yeah. Yeah, it's a prototype that was designed to protect me from the plague."
*Sorry guys, I don't know why or how, but the character that I just introduced and have in-depth lore for? Yeah, I'm sick of them already. I'm just gonna stick with Roscoe until I come up with a character that I know for sure that I'll want to play.*
*Sorry guys, I don't know why or how, but the character that I just introduced and have in-depth lore for? Yeah, I'm sick of them already. I'm just gonna stick with Roscoe until I come up with a character that I know for sure that I'll want to play.*
*Sorry guys, I don't know why or how, but the character that I just introduced and have in-depth lore for? Yeah, I'm sick of them already. I'm just gonna stick with Roscoe until I come up with a character that I know for sure that I'll want to play.*
"Roscoe" is digging a hole outside.
Adder looks over and tilts his head
He looks like he's currently digging out the outline of a much, much larger hole.
*I spend all night making a character I actually want to play. I'm not completely finished with them yet, but they're a lizardfolk pastry chef with a cake golem minion. They're fun.*
Silver is outside as well, throwing empty glass bottles into the air and shooting them.
Sharlene comes up next to her and sets a glass of tea next to her.
Harbor can see a piece of paper on the mantle, with 'Harbor' on the front in large, neat cursive writing.
Brand glances over at Silver and chuckles.
Penny grins "Hey there cutie" she said and lifted her goggles.
Harbor raises an eyebrow and stands up, picking it up.
He tosses a bottle up and manages to get an arrow through it without shattering the bottle.
"There's only one cutie 'round these parts." Sharlene pokes Penny's forhead.
When he opens it, it seems to be a letter from Mirinn written in the same large, neat cursive words. *In spoiler*
Mon ami Harbor,
I want to thank you so much for the supplies you have given me, I will make sure they get put to good use. I do not know how long this bounty will take me to complete, so please do not worry after you read this. I will make sure I come back with as little damage as possible, I know you will have faith in me.
A bietot,
Mirinn
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Silver is outside as well, throwing empty glass bottles into the air and shooting them.
Sharlene comes up next to her and sets a glass of tea next to her.
Harbor can see a piece of paper on the mantle, with 'Harbor' on the front in large, neat cursive writing.
Brand glances over at Silver and chuckles.
Penny grins "Hey there cutie" she said and lifted her goggles.
Harbor raises an eyebrow and stands up, picking it up.
He tosses a bottle up and manages to get an arrow through it without shattering the bottle.
"There's only one cutie 'round these parts." Sharlene pokes Penny's forhead.
When he opens it, it seems to be a letter from Mirinn written in the same large, neat cursive words. *In spoiler*
Mon ami Harbor,
I want to thank you so much for the supplies you have given me, I will make sure they get put to good use. I do not know how long this bounty will take me to complete, so please do not worry after you read this. I will make sure I come back with as little damage as possible, I know you will have faith in me.
A bietot,
Mirinn
Brand waves to the client before walking to Silver and chuckling "(GP) your good"
Penny chuckled "this is gonna sound so cheesy but your cuter"
Harbor blinked his eyes and seem to go from his normal, happy-go-lucky face to furious rage "WHAT IN THE NINE HELLS?! I WAS SUPPOSED TO GO WITH YOU!! WHAT IF YOU GET HURT BADLY!! I WONT BE ABLE TO FIND YOU!!" he seemed to scream at the note.
Silver is outside as well, throwing empty glass bottles into the air and shooting them.
Sharlene comes up next to her and sets a glass of tea next to her.
Harbor can see a piece of paper on the mantle, with 'Harbor' on the front in large, neat cursive writing.
Brand glances over at Silver and chuckles.
Penny grins "Hey there cutie" she said and lifted her goggles.
Harbor raises an eyebrow and stands up, picking it up.
He tosses a bottle up and manages to get an arrow through it without shattering the bottle.
"There's only one cutie 'round these parts." Sharlene pokes Penny's forhead.
When he opens it, it seems to be a letter from Mirinn written in the same large, neat cursive words. *In spoiler*
Mon ami Harbor,
I want to thank you so much for the supplies you have given me, I will make sure they get put to good use. I do not know how long this bounty will take me to complete, so please do not worry after you read this. I will make sure I come back with as little damage as possible, I know you will have faith in me.
A bietot,
Mirinn
Brand waves to the client before walking to Silver and chuckling "(GP) your good"
Penny chuckled "this is gonna sound so cheesy but your cuter"
Harbor blinked his eyes and seem to go from his normal, happy-go-lucky face to furious rage "WHAT IN THE NINE HELLS?! I WAS SUPPOSED TO GO WITH YOU!! WHAT IF YOU GET HURT BADLY!! I WONT BE ABLE TO FIND YOU!!" he seemed to scream at the note.
Silver turned to Brand and softly smiled. "Thank you Brandy. So.... about yesterday?"
Sharlene snorted. "Gods, so cheesy. Just take the compliment."
*Hehehehehehehehehehehe* The note, sadly, does not respond as it is an inanimate object.
*Back on mobile :)*
"'From wh-'" he seems outraged for a moment, then stops. "Oh. R-right. You weren't in the city when it happened." He sighs again. "Zombie Plague Spreaders. They're smarter, stronger, can raise other zombies, and have a toxic aura." He pauses, hissing and clutching his wound. "And those aren't even the worst things I saw in the city." He chuckles. "Would you believe I fought for months, all for a city named 'Hawga Taoul?' That is literally draconic for 'lost city.'"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She flinches back for a moment when he raises his voice, "Sounds.... ironic I guess. Is that why you're all dressed up like this?" She asks, gesturing to the plague doctor outfit.
"Um, yeah. Yeah, it's a prototype that was designed to protect me from the plague."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"So you're not infected, right?"
*GUESS WHOSE BACK BACK BACK. BACK AGAIN!*
Adder is walking in with some nasty scars from.......something.
Kelipso is chilling in the tavern's attic, having a mild gender identity crisis.
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
*Sorry guys, I don't know why or how, but the character that I just introduced and have in-depth lore for? Yeah, I'm sick of them already. I'm just gonna stick with Roscoe until I come up with a character that I know for sure that I'll want to play.*
"Roscoe" is digging a hole outside.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Adder looks over and tilts his 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
He looks like he's currently digging out the outline of a much, much larger hole.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Kel having a gender crisis?! Jason would be very interested if he knew there was an attic*
*hi*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Hi sorry not got time for RP rn but hope you have a super good rest of your day.*
Frequent Eladrin || They/Them, but accept all pronouns
Luz Noceda would like to remind you that you're worth loving!
*Agreed. Hope everything is going good for you*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Brand is outside. He is talking to client about a runaway drow who owes money to said client.
Penny is outside. She is fixing up Beta who now looks less like a dog and more like a wolf.
Harbor is sitting in front of the fire, strumming his banjo and singing (Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dE7-H_cac3I)
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
*Gewd mornin.*
Silver is outside as well, throwing empty glass bottles into the air and shooting them.
Sharlene comes up next to her and sets a glass of tea next to her.
Harbor can see a piece of paper on the mantle, with 'Harbor' on the front in large, neat cursive writing.
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Brand glances over at Silver and chuckles.
Penny grins "Hey there cutie" she said and lifted her goggles.
Harbor raises an eyebrow and stands up, picking it up.
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 spend all night making a character I actually want to play. I'm not completely finished with them yet, but they're a lizardfolk pastry chef with a cake golem minion. They're fun.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He tosses a bottle up and manages to get an arrow through it without shattering the bottle.
"There's only one cutie 'round these parts." Sharlene pokes Penny's forhead.
When he opens it, it seems to be a letter from Mirinn written in the same large, neat cursive words. *In spoiler*
Mon ami Harbor,
I want to thank you so much for the supplies you have given me, I will make sure they get put to good use. I do not know how long this bounty will take me to complete, so please do not worry after you read this. I will make sure I come back with as little damage as possible, I know you will have faith in me.
A bietot,
Mirinn
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.
Brand waves to the client before walking to Silver and chuckling "(GP) your good"
Penny chuckled "this is gonna sound so cheesy but your cuter"
Harbor blinked his eyes and seem to go from his normal, happy-go-lucky face to furious rage "WHAT IN THE NINE HELLS?! I WAS SUPPOSED TO GO WITH YOU!! WHAT IF YOU GET HURT BADLY!! I WONT BE ABLE TO FIND YOU!!" he seemed to scream at the note.
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
Silver turned to Brand and softly smiled. "Thank you Brandy. So.... about yesterday?"
Sharlene snorted. "Gods, so cheesy. Just take the compliment."
*Hehehehehehehehehehehe* The note, sadly, does not respond as it is an inanimate object.
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.