(oh cool. I've heard a bit about the game but not a big fan of horror games. On that note, I am getting Dredge and might find some people to play Phasmophobia with)
*I mean you can play as the monster in this one :>*
(oh cool. I've heard a bit about the game but not a big fan of horror games. On that note, I am getting Dredge and might find some people to play Phasmophobia with)
*I mean you can play as the monster in this one :>*
(that sounds like it could be fun)
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
(oh cool. I've heard a bit about the game but not a big fan of horror games. On that note, I am getting Dredge and might find some people to play Phasmophobia with)
*I mean you can play as the monster in this one :>*
(that sounds like it could be fun)
*I've been enjoying killer so far, tho I'm not the best*
(oh cool. I've heard a bit about the game but not a big fan of horror games. On that note, I am getting Dredge and might find some people to play Phasmophobia with)
*I mean you can play as the monster in this one :>*
(that sounds like it could be fun)
*I've been enjoying killer so far, tho I'm not the best*
(you'll get better with time :> )
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*-yawnnnnnnn- Morning you lot. bringing back an old character and bringin in a new one*
Theren is half-heartedly practising with his bow.
Mars is asleep in thew woods.
Hanzo is meditating.
-old character-
There is a loud flapping noise as a huge metal dragon lands on the ground. A human about 17 or 18, sits on top. He is about 5'4" with curly black hair, an impish grin, and brown eyes. He wears a white shirt stained with motor oil, brown pants and boots. Around his waist is a toolbelt. The young man hops off his dragon as it sputters and spews fire.
-new intro-
Walking through the woods is a man, about 20 or 21, he wears a denim jacket, black combat boots, tight fitting jeans, and a blue t-shirt. Slung over his back is an electric guitar. He has short and spiky black hair, and light green eyes with a twinge of sadness hidden behind them. He hums a tune as he walks.
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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.
In the early morning light, the swords and shields stood motionless, gleaming with a mixture of golden and silvery hues. Their metal surfaces were polished to a shine, reflecting the rays of the sun and casting dazzling glints in every direction. The swords were long and slender, with pointed tips and intricate designs etched into their blades. The shields were round and sturdy, adorned with emblems and symbols that represented the bravery and loyalty of their owners.
Therapist, mother, maid
The regal Fey Queen stood with poise and grace, her tall and slender frame outlined majestically against the backdrop of the rolling green hills that stretched out before her. Her long, flowing gown shimmered in the sunlight, and her hair was woven into an intricate braid adorned with delicate wildflowers. Her eyes were sharp and focused, scanning the battlefield below where her army stood at the ready, weapons gleaming in the sun. The air was charged with anticipation, and the sound of rustling armor and murmured commands could be heard even from her vantage point. Her army consisted of brave soldiers, all of whom had trained tirelessly for this moment, and were now waiting for their Queen's command to attack. Spears were held high, bows aimed and arrows at the ready, as they stood in formation, prepared to fight for their land and their Queen.
Nymph then a virgin
The Archfey of Nightmares, a powerful and malevolent spirit, stands tall, his heart aching from the pain of having lost countless children. He tightly grips his pitchfork, a symbol of his power and authority, as he broods over the cruel fate that has befallen the innocent souls who have fallen victim. His eyes gleam with a cold and merciless light, a reflection of his anger.
Nurse then a servant
The soil is soon drenched with crimson liquid, which deeply permeates the intricate network of tree roots and lush vegetation, leaving a gruesome and unsettling scene.
Just an appendage, live to attend him
Darkness and light, supposedly.
So that he never lifts a finger
With great focus, the archer wearing gold and silver plate pulls the bowstring back and releases the first arrow. The arrow swiftly cuts through the air.
Twenty-four-seven baby machine
With a sudden and unexpected movement, a pointed object flies through the air and strikes a man who appears to be an elf. The man, caught off guard, feels a sharp pain in his shoulder as the object pierces his flesh, leaving a visible wound.
In the early morning light, the swords and shields stood motionless, gleaming with a mixture of golden and silvery hues. Their metal surfaces were polished to a shine, reflecting the rays of the sun and casting dazzling glints in every direction. The swords were long and slender, with pointed tips and intricate designs etched into their blades. The shields were round and sturdy, adorned with emblems and symbols that represented the bravery and loyalty of their owners.
Therapist, mother, maid
The regal Fey Queen stood with poise and grace, her tall and slender frame outlined majestically against the backdrop of the rolling green hills that stretched out before her. Her long, flowing gown shimmered in the sunlight, and her hair was woven into an intricate braid adorned with delicate wildflowers. Her eyes were sharp and focused, scanning the battlefield below where her army stood at the ready, weapons gleaming in the sun. The air was charged with anticipation, and the sound of rustling armor and murmured commands could be heard even from her vantage point. Her army consisted of brave soldiers, all of whom had trained tirelessly for this moment, and were now waiting for their Queen's command to attack. Spears were held high, bows aimed and arrows at the ready, as they stood in formation, prepared to fight for their land and their Queen.
Nymph then a virgin
The Archfey of Nightmares, a powerful and malevolent spirit, stands tall, his heart aching from the pain of having lost countless children. He tightly grips his pitchfork, a symbol of his power and authority, as he broods over the cruel fate that has befallen the innocent souls who have fallen victim. His eyes gleam with a cold and merciless light, a reflection of his anger.
Nurse then a servant
The soil is soon drenched with crimson liquid, which deeply permeates the intricate network of tree roots and lush vegetation, leaving a gruesome and unsettling scene.
Just an appendage, live to attend him
Darkness and light, supposedly.
So that he never lifts a finger
With great focus, the archer wearing gold and silver plate pulls the bowstring back and releases the first arrow. The arrow swiftly cuts through the air.
Twenty-four-seven baby machine
With a sudden and unexpected movement, a pointed object flies through the air and strikes a man who appears to be an elf. The man, caught off guard, feels a sharp pain in his shoulder as the object pierces his flesh, leaving a visible wound.
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
A war cry fills the air.
It’s not an act of love if you make her
A war begins.
You make me do too much labor
*A few questions. Is this open to everyone? Are we fighting the queen and donn? And how many characters can we fight with?*
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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.
In the early morning light, the swords and shields stood motionless, gleaming with a mixture of golden and silvery hues. Their metal surfaces were polished to a shine, reflecting the rays of the sun and casting dazzling glints in every direction. The swords were long and slender, with pointed tips and intricate designs etched into their blades. The shields were round and sturdy, adorned with emblems and symbols that represented the bravery and loyalty of their owners.
Therapist, mother, maid
The regal Fey Queen stood with poise and grace, her tall and slender frame outlined majestically against the backdrop of the rolling green hills that stretched out before her. Her long, flowing gown shimmered in the sunlight, and her hair was woven into an intricate braid adorned with delicate wildflowers. Her eyes were sharp and focused, scanning the battlefield below where her army stood at the ready, weapons gleaming in the sun. The air was charged with anticipation, and the sound of rustling armor and murmured commands could be heard even from her vantage point. Her army consisted of brave soldiers, all of whom had trained tirelessly for this moment, and were now waiting for their Queen's command to attack. Spears were held high, bows aimed and arrows at the ready, as they stood in formation, prepared to fight for their land and their Queen.
Nymph then a virgin
The Archfey of Nightmares, a powerful and malevolent spirit, stands tall, his heart aching from the pain of having lost countless children. He tightly grips his pitchfork, a symbol of his power and authority, as he broods over the cruel fate that has befallen the innocent souls who have fallen victim. His eyes gleam with a cold and merciless light, a reflection of his anger.
Nurse then a servant
The soil is soon drenched with crimson liquid, which deeply permeates the intricate network of tree roots and lush vegetation, leaving a gruesome and unsettling scene.
Just an appendage, live to attend him
Darkness and light, supposedly.
So that he never lifts a finger
With great focus, the archer wearing gold and silver plate pulls the bowstring back and releases the first arrow. The arrow swiftly cuts through the air.
Twenty-four-seven baby machine
With a sudden and unexpected movement, a pointed object flies through the air and strikes a man who appears to be an elf. The man, caught off guard, feels a sharp pain in his shoulder as the object pierces his flesh, leaving a visible wound.
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
A war cry fills the air.
It’s not an act of love if you make her
A war begins.
You make me do too much labor
*A few questions. Is this open to everyone? Are we fighting the queen and donn? And how many characters can we fight with?*
*This open to everyone but you don't have to jin if you don't want to. YUri and Donn are fighting a group of holy paladins that have killed Donn's children. You are allowed to fight with as many characters as you want but the stat blocks are: https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/119215984/GxRWb7*
In the early morning light, the swords and shields stood motionless, gleaming with a mixture of golden and silvery hues. Their metal surfaces were polished to a shine, reflecting the rays of the sun and casting dazzling glints in every direction. The swords were long and slender, with pointed tips and intricate designs etched into their blades. The shields were round and sturdy, adorned with emblems and symbols that represented the bravery and loyalty of their owners.
Therapist, mother, maid
The regal Fey Queen stood with poise and grace, her tall and slender frame outlined majestically against the backdrop of the rolling green hills that stretched out before her. Her long, flowing gown shimmered in the sunlight, and her hair was woven into an intricate braid adorned with delicate wildflowers. Her eyes were sharp and focused, scanning the battlefield below where her army stood at the ready, weapons gleaming in the sun. The air was charged with anticipation, and the sound of rustling armor and murmured commands could be heard even from her vantage point. Her army consisted of brave soldiers, all of whom had trained tirelessly for this moment, and were now waiting for their Queen's command to attack. Spears were held high, bows aimed and arrows at the ready, as they stood in formation, prepared to fight for their land and their Queen.
Nymph then a virgin
The Archfey of Nightmares, a powerful and malevolent spirit, stands tall, his heart aching from the pain of having lost countless children. He tightly grips his pitchfork, a symbol of his power and authority, as he broods over the cruel fate that has befallen the innocent souls who have fallen victim. His eyes gleam with a cold and merciless light, a reflection of his anger.
Nurse then a servant
The soil is soon drenched with crimson liquid, which deeply permeates the intricate network of tree roots and lush vegetation, leaving a gruesome and unsettling scene.
Just an appendage, live to attend him
Darkness and light, supposedly.
So that he never lifts a finger
With great focus, the archer wearing gold and silver plate pulls the bowstring back and releases the first arrow. The arrow swiftly cuts through the air.
Twenty-four-seven baby machine
With a sudden and unexpected movement, a pointed object flies through the air and strikes a man who appears to be an elf. The man, caught off guard, feels a sharp pain in his shoulder as the object pierces his flesh, leaving a visible wound.
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
A war cry fills the air.
It’s not an act of love if you make her
A war begins.
You make me do too much labor
*A few questions. Is this open to everyone? Are we fighting the queen and donn? And how many characters can we fight with?*
*This open to everyone but you don't have to jin if you don't want to. YUri and Donn are fighting a group of holy paladins that have killed Donn's children. You are allowed to fight with as many characters as you want but the stat blocks are: https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/119215984/GxRWb7*
*alright im usin a few*
Theren rides up on a horse. Dressed in armor with swords over his back. "Hello Donn and Yuri."
A huge metal dragon lands next to Yuri and Donn with a young man on top. "Sup."
Mars walks up, eyes ablaze with anger. He approaches the Paladins. "Take me to your commander."
Hanzo approaches the Paladins, hate in his eyes. "Need an assist?"
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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.
In the early morning light, the swords and shields stood motionless, gleaming with a mixture of golden and silvery hues. Their metal surfaces were polished to a shine, reflecting the rays of the sun and casting dazzling glints in every direction. The swords were long and slender, with pointed tips and intricate designs etched into their blades. The shields were round and sturdy, adorned with emblems and symbols that represented the bravery and loyalty of their owners.
Therapist, mother, maid
The regal Fey Queen stood with poise and grace, her tall and slender frame outlined majestically against the backdrop of the rolling green hills that stretched out before her. Her long, flowing gown shimmered in the sunlight, and her hair was woven into an intricate braid adorned with delicate wildflowers. Her eyes were sharp and focused, scanning the battlefield below where her army stood at the ready, weapons gleaming in the sun. The air was charged with anticipation, and the sound of rustling armor and murmured commands could be heard even from her vantage point. Her army consisted of brave soldiers, all of whom had trained tirelessly for this moment, and were now waiting for their Queen's command to attack. Spears were held high, bows aimed and arrows at the ready, as they stood in formation, prepared to fight for their land and their Queen.
Nymph then a virgin
The Archfey of Nightmares, a powerful and malevolent spirit, stands tall, his heart aching from the pain of having lost countless children. He tightly grips his pitchfork, a symbol of his power and authority, as he broods over the cruel fate that has befallen the innocent souls who have fallen victim. His eyes gleam with a cold and merciless light, a reflection of his anger.
Nurse then a servant
The soil is soon drenched with crimson liquid, which deeply permeates the intricate network of tree roots and lush vegetation, leaving a gruesome and unsettling scene.
Just an appendage, live to attend him
Darkness and light, supposedly.
So that he never lifts a finger
With great focus, the archer wearing gold and silver plate pulls the bowstring back and releases the first arrow. The arrow swiftly cuts through the air.
Twenty-four-seven baby machine
With a sudden and unexpected movement, a pointed object flies through the air and strikes a man who appears to be an elf. The man, caught off guard, feels a sharp pain in his shoulder as the object pierces his flesh, leaving a visible wound.
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
A war cry fills the air.
It’s not an act of love if you make her
A war begins.
You make me do too much labor
*A few questions. Is this open to everyone? Are we fighting the queen and donn? And how many characters can we fight with?*
*This open to everyone but you don't have to jin if you don't want to. YUri and Donn are fighting a group of holy paladins that have killed Donn's children. You are allowed to fight with as many characters as you want but the stat blocks are: https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/119215984/GxRWb7*
*alright im usin a few*
Theren rides up on a horse. Dressed in armor with swords over his back. "Hello Donn and Yuri."
A huge metal dragon lands next to Yuri and Donn with a young man on top. "Sup."
Mars walks up, eyes ablaze with anger. He approaches the Paladins. "Take me to your commander."
Hanzo approaches the Paladins, hate in his eyes. "Need an assist?"
Yuri beams and hugs Theren "Glad you are helping us."
Donn nods to the man "Much thanks to you."
A behemoth of a man in decorated armor stands before Mars, eyes glowing pure white from under his helm.
The paladins nod and hand him a shield, abjuration runes etched in it.
In the early morning light, the swords and shields stood motionless, gleaming with a mixture of golden and silvery hues. Their metal surfaces were polished to a shine, reflecting the rays of the sun and casting dazzling glints in every direction. The swords were long and slender, with pointed tips and intricate designs etched into their blades. The shields were round and sturdy, adorned with emblems and symbols that represented the bravery and loyalty of their owners.
Therapist, mother, maid
The regal Fey Queen stood with poise and grace, her tall and slender frame outlined majestically against the backdrop of the rolling green hills that stretched out before her. Her long, flowing gown shimmered in the sunlight, and her hair was woven into an intricate braid adorned with delicate wildflowers. Her eyes were sharp and focused, scanning the battlefield below where her army stood at the ready, weapons gleaming in the sun. The air was charged with anticipation, and the sound of rustling armor and murmured commands could be heard even from her vantage point. Her army consisted of brave soldiers, all of whom had trained tirelessly for this moment, and were now waiting for their Queen's command to attack. Spears were held high, bows aimed and arrows at the ready, as they stood in formation, prepared to fight for their land and their Queen.
Nymph then a virgin
The Archfey of Nightmares, a powerful and malevolent spirit, stands tall, his heart aching from the pain of having lost countless children. He tightly grips his pitchfork, a symbol of his power and authority, as he broods over the cruel fate that has befallen the innocent souls who have fallen victim. His eyes gleam with a cold and merciless light, a reflection of his anger.
Nurse then a servant
The soil is soon drenched with crimson liquid, which deeply permeates the intricate network of tree roots and lush vegetation, leaving a gruesome and unsettling scene.
Just an appendage, live to attend him
Darkness and light, supposedly.
So that he never lifts a finger
With great focus, the archer wearing gold and silver plate pulls the bowstring back and releases the first arrow. The arrow swiftly cuts through the air.
Twenty-four-seven baby machine
With a sudden and unexpected movement, a pointed object flies through the air and strikes a man who appears to be an elf. The man, caught off guard, feels a sharp pain in his shoulder as the object pierces his flesh, leaving a visible wound.
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
A war cry fills the air.
It’s not an act of love if you make her
A war begins.
You make me do too much labor
*A few questions. Is this open to everyone? Are we fighting the queen and donn? And how many characters can we fight with?*
*This open to everyone but you don't have to jin if you don't want to. YUri and Donn are fighting a group of holy paladins that have killed Donn's children. You are allowed to fight with as many characters as you want but the stat blocks are: https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/119215984/GxRWb7*
*alright im usin a few*
Theren rides up on a horse. Dressed in armor with swords over his back. "Hello Donn and Yuri."
A huge metal dragon lands next to Yuri and Donn with a young man on top. "Sup."
Mars walks up, eyes ablaze with anger. He approaches the Paladins. "Take me to your commander."
Hanzo approaches the Paladins, hate in his eyes. "Need an assist?"
Yuri beams and hugs Theren "Glad you are helping us."
Donn nods to the man "Much thanks to you."
A behemoth of a man in decorated armor stands before Mars, eyes glowing pure white from under his helm.
The paladins nod and hand him a shield, abjuration runes etched in it.
Theren nods, the helmet on his head shining bright, eyes glittering with rage.
"Names Leo. This is Festus."
"I am Mars Ultor. I wish to assist in your fight."
"I need no shield." he says, wreathing himself in hellfire.
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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.
In the early morning light, the swords and shields stood motionless, gleaming with a mixture of golden and silvery hues. Their metal surfaces were polished to a shine, reflecting the rays of the sun and casting dazzling glints in every direction. The swords were long and slender, with pointed tips and intricate designs etched into their blades. The shields were round and sturdy, adorned with emblems and symbols that represented the bravery and loyalty of their owners.
Therapist, mother, maid
The regal Fey Queen stood with poise and grace, her tall and slender frame outlined majestically against the backdrop of the rolling green hills that stretched out before her. Her long, flowing gown shimmered in the sunlight, and her hair was woven into an intricate braid adorned with delicate wildflowers. Her eyes were sharp and focused, scanning the battlefield below where her army stood at the ready, weapons gleaming in the sun. The air was charged with anticipation, and the sound of rustling armor and murmured commands could be heard even from her vantage point. Her army consisted of brave soldiers, all of whom had trained tirelessly for this moment, and were now waiting for their Queen's command to attack. Spears were held high, bows aimed and arrows at the ready, as they stood in formation, prepared to fight for their land and their Queen.
Nymph then a virgin
The Archfey of Nightmares, a powerful and malevolent spirit, stands tall, his heart aching from the pain of having lost countless children. He tightly grips his pitchfork, a symbol of his power and authority, as he broods over the cruel fate that has befallen the innocent souls who have fallen victim. His eyes gleam with a cold and merciless light, a reflection of his anger.
Nurse then a servant
The soil is soon drenched with crimson liquid, which deeply permeates the intricate network of tree roots and lush vegetation, leaving a gruesome and unsettling scene.
Just an appendage, live to attend him
Darkness and light, supposedly.
So that he never lifts a finger
With great focus, the archer wearing gold and silver plate pulls the bowstring back and releases the first arrow. The arrow swiftly cuts through the air.
Twenty-four-seven baby machine
With a sudden and unexpected movement, a pointed object flies through the air and strikes a man who appears to be an elf. The man, caught off guard, feels a sharp pain in his shoulder as the object pierces his flesh, leaving a visible wound.
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
A war cry fills the air.
It’s not an act of love if you make her
A war begins.
You make me do too much labor
*A few questions. Is this open to everyone? Are we fighting the queen and donn? And how many characters can we fight with?*
*This open to everyone but you don't have to jin if you don't want to. YUri and Donn are fighting a group of holy paladins that have killed Donn's children. You are allowed to fight with as many characters as you want but the stat blocks are: https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/119215984/GxRWb7*
*alright im usin a few*
Theren rides up on a horse. Dressed in armor with swords over his back. "Hello Donn and Yuri."
A huge metal dragon lands next to Yuri and Donn with a young man on top. "Sup."
Mars walks up, eyes ablaze with anger. He approaches the Paladins. "Take me to your commander."
Hanzo approaches the Paladins, hate in his eyes. "Need an assist?"
Yuri beams and hugs Theren "Glad you are helping us."
Donn nods to the man "Much thanks to you."
A behemoth of a man in decorated armor stands before Mars, eyes glowing pure white from under his helm.
The paladins nod and hand him a shield, abjuration runes etched in it.
Theren nods, the helmet on his head shining bright, eyes glittering with rage.
"Names Leo. This is Festus."
"I am Mars Ultor. I wish to assist in your fight."
"I need no shield." he says, wreathing himself in hellfire.
She nods "We are simply waiting upon Donn's lover, Egregore. He is assisting us in the fight." She explains.
"A pleasure. I am Donn, and the woman over there is Yuri." He says.
"Hm.. What have you to offer?" He asked, his voice low and gravelly.
*I keep getting 3 kills with huntress and then the last one escapes, it's so weird lol*
*I mean you can play as the monster in this one :>*
(that sounds like it could be fun)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
(Does Below Zero get interesting at all?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*aw :<*
*Oki, have fun!*
*I've been enjoying killer so far, tho I'm not the best*
(you'll get better with time :> )
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Good morning you possessed dolls*
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
*Hello wendi! Char here*
Roshavek is sharing secrets with Merovich.(I think that's the name, he's one of pallghosts chars)
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*Meroving*
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
*-yawnnnnnnn- Morning you lot. bringing back an old character and bringin in a new one*
Theren is half-heartedly practising with his bow.
Mars is asleep in thew woods.
Hanzo is meditating.
-old character-
There is a loud flapping noise as a huge metal dragon lands on the ground. A human about 17 or 18, sits on top. He is about 5'4" with curly black hair, an impish grin, and brown eyes. He wears a white shirt stained with motor oil, brown pants and boots. Around his waist is a toolbelt. The young man hops off his dragon as it sputters and spews fire.
-new intro-
Walking through the woods is a man, about 20 or 21, he wears a denim jacket, black combat boots, tight fitting jeans, and a blue t-shirt. Slung over his back is an electric guitar. He has short and spiky black hair, and light green eyes with a twinge of sadness hidden behind them. He hums a tune as he walks.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
All day, every day
In the early morning light, the swords and shields stood motionless, gleaming with a mixture of golden and silvery hues. Their metal surfaces were polished to a shine, reflecting the rays of the sun and casting dazzling glints in every direction. The swords were long and slender, with pointed tips and intricate designs etched into their blades. The shields were round and sturdy, adorned with emblems and symbols that represented the bravery and loyalty of their owners.
Therapist, mother, maid
The regal Fey Queen stood with poise and grace, her tall and slender frame outlined majestically against the backdrop of the rolling green hills that stretched out before her. Her long, flowing gown shimmered in the sunlight, and her hair was woven into an intricate braid adorned with delicate wildflowers. Her eyes were sharp and focused, scanning the battlefield below where her army stood at the ready, weapons gleaming in the sun. The air was charged with anticipation, and the sound of rustling armor and murmured commands could be heard even from her vantage point. Her army consisted of brave soldiers, all of whom had trained tirelessly for this moment, and were now waiting for their Queen's command to attack. Spears were held high, bows aimed and arrows at the ready, as they stood in formation, prepared to fight for their land and their Queen.
Nymph then a virgin
The Archfey of Nightmares, a powerful and malevolent spirit, stands tall, his heart aching from the pain of having lost countless children. He tightly grips his pitchfork, a symbol of his power and authority, as he broods over the cruel fate that has befallen the innocent souls who have fallen victim. His eyes gleam with a cold and merciless light, a reflection of his anger.
Nurse then a servant
The soil is soon drenched with crimson liquid, which deeply permeates the intricate network of tree roots and lush vegetation, leaving a gruesome and unsettling scene.
Just an appendage, live to attend him
Darkness and light, supposedly.
So that he never lifts a finger
With great focus, the archer wearing gold and silver plate pulls the bowstring back and releases the first arrow. The arrow swiftly cuts through the air.
Twenty-four-seven baby machine
With a sudden and unexpected movement, a pointed object flies through the air and strikes a man who appears to be an elf. The man, caught off guard, feels a sharp pain in his shoulder as the object pierces his flesh, leaving a visible wound.
So he can live out his picket fence dreams
A war cry fills the air.
It’s not an act of love if you make her
A war begins.
You make me do too much labor
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
*A few questions. Is this open to everyone? Are we fighting the queen and donn? And how many characters can we fight with?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*This open to everyone but you don't have to jin if you don't want to. YUri and Donn are fighting a group of holy paladins that have killed Donn's children. You are allowed to fight with as many characters as you want but the stat blocks are: https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/119215984/GxRWb7*
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
*alright im usin a few*
Theren rides up on a horse. Dressed in armor with swords over his back. "Hello Donn and Yuri."
A huge metal dragon lands next to Yuri and Donn with a young man on top. "Sup."
Mars walks up, eyes ablaze with anger. He approaches the Paladins. "Take me to your commander."
Hanzo approaches the Paladins, hate in his eyes. "Need an assist?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Yuri beams and hugs Theren "Glad you are helping us."
Donn nods to the man "Much thanks to you."
A behemoth of a man in decorated armor stands before Mars, eyes glowing pure white from under his helm.
The paladins nod and hand him a shield, abjuration runes etched in 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
Theren nods, the helmet on his head shining bright, eyes glittering with rage.
"Names Leo. This is Festus."
"I am Mars Ultor. I wish to assist in your fight."
"I need no shield." he says, wreathing himself in hellfire.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She nods "We are simply waiting upon Donn's lover, Egregore. He is assisting us in the fight." She explains.
"A pleasure. I am Donn, and the woman over there is Yuri." He says.
"Hm.. What have you to offer?" He asked, his voice low and gravelly.
They nod and lead him to the commander.
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
"Do we have any artillery support? Catapults or siege engines?" he asks as his horse, Aragorn, canters nervously.
"Nice to meet ya." Leo says hopping down. "So, uh, bad people down there right?"
"I am a god you impotent fool." Mars says, glowing brighter with rage.
Hanzo follows, pushing aside Paladins that are in his way, the fire wreathing him flickering harmlessly off of their armor.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Three hundred archers, five catapults, fifteen siege beasts, five awakened trees, and another three hundred armed men and women." She said.
"Indeed. They slaughtered my children so we are going to turn the tides on them." He explained.
He bows "Then yes, we are in need of your help to destroy the darkness that we face."
The seem to stand behind him, like ants following a leader.
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