Theren nocks an arrow, while still keeping eye contact, and hits a bullseye on a target behind him. "I'd say i'm pretty good."
"Show off." She rolls her eyes before taking a seat on a stump nearby, "10 gold says you can't shoot the arrow through the lip of the bottle." She holds it up and tilts it so the lip faces him
He sighs and nocks an arrow. He then lets go. To Hit: 31
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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.
Theren nocks an arrow, while still keeping eye contact, and hits a bullseye on a target behind him. "I'd say i'm pretty good."
"Show off." She rolls her eyes before taking a seat on a stump nearby, "10 gold says you can't shoot the arrow through the lip of the bottle." She holds it up and tilts it so the lip faces him
He sighs and nocks an arrow. He then lets go. To Hit: 33
She pulls the bottle away just as he releases, then takes another swig, "Forgive me if I'm being blunt Theren but it seems all you do recently is fight, from what I've heard and seen. So how are you?"
Theren nocks an arrow, while still keeping eye contact, and hits a bullseye on a target behind him. "I'd say i'm pretty good."
"Show off." She rolls her eyes before taking a seat on a stump nearby, "10 gold says you can't shoot the arrow through the lip of the bottle." She holds it up and tilts it so the lip faces him
He sighs and nocks an arrow. He then lets go. To Hit: 33
She pulls the bottle away just as he releases, then takes another swig, "Forgive me if I'm being blunt Theren but it seems all you do recently is fight, from what I've heard and seen. So how are you?"
"mn, fine." he says, eyes tight with frustration.
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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.
Strings is outside, playing his banjo while writing a new song. She has set down all of her belongings, a viol, a bone flute, a backpack, her cloak, and a small pouch of something that looks like gold coins but is sharpened differently.
She stands up, plucking a few notes as the winds around her kicks up. She begins to start a melody that slowly gets faster and faster, just like the winds. Lightning shoots down from the sky, painting the world in vibrant white streaks for split seconds at a time.
Strings is outside, playing his banjo while writing a new song. She has set down all of her belongings, a viol, a bone flute, a backpack, her cloak, and a small pouch of something that looks like gold coins but is sharpened differently.
She stands up, plucking a few notes as the winds around her kicks up. She begins to start a melody that slowly gets faster and faster, just like the winds. Lightning shoots down from the sky, painting the world in vibrant white streaks for split seconds at a time.
(I kinda want the Cellist to interact, but I'm not sure how to do that without calling T H E H O R D E)
Strings is outside, playing his banjo while writing a new song. She has set down all of her belongings, a viol, a bone flute, a backpack, her cloak, and a small pouch of something that looks like gold coins but is sharpened differently.
She stands up, plucking a few notes as the winds around her kicks up. She begins to start a melody that slowly gets faster and faster, just like the winds. Lightning shoots down from the sky, painting the world in vibrant white streaks for split seconds at a time.
Cassandra watches from a safe distance, Dregs flitting about at the sudden lightning
Strings is outside, playing his banjo while writing a new song. She has set down all of her belongings, a viol, a bone flute, a backpack, her cloak, and a small pouch of something that looks like gold coins but is sharpened differently.
She stands up, plucking a few notes as the winds around her kicks up. She begins to start a melody that slowly gets faster and faster, just like the winds. Lightning shoots down from the sky, painting the world in vibrant white streaks for split seconds at a time.
(I kinda want the Cellist to interact, but I'm not sure how to do that without calling T H E H O R D E)
Strings is outside, playing his banjo while writing a new song. She has set down all of her belongings, a viol, a bone flute, a backpack, her cloak, and a small pouch of something that looks like gold coins but is sharpened differently.
She stands up, plucking a few notes as the winds around her kicks up. She begins to start a melody that slowly gets faster and faster, just like the winds. Lightning shoots down from the sky, painting the world in vibrant white streaks for split seconds at a time.
Cassandra watches from a safe distance, Dregs flitting about at the sudden lightning
She suddenly let's go of the banjo, picking up the viol. She starts to play the begining to play the piece begining to the Four Seasons as she dances, her footsteps lighting up the ground along with the flashing of lighting the booming of thunder.
He sighs and nocks an arrow. He then lets go. To Hit: 31
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She pulls the bottle away just as he releases, then takes another swig, "Forgive me if I'm being blunt Theren but it seems all you do recently is fight, from what I've heard and seen. So how are you?"
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
(yay my package is almost here)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*What's in the packageeeeeee*
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
(RoR2 and Dredge :D)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Niceeeeeeeee*
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
(RoR2 seems like a lot of fun from everything i have seen about it)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"mn, fine." he says, eyes tight with frustration.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"IT DOESSSS! The speedruns are so silly (Unless that was RoR1).*
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
"Are you now, well then I won't pry. Would you like a swig?" She offers the bottle
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
"I've been tryna quit drinking." he mutters
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*mnnnnnn. My brain hurts.*
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
(why does your pfp look like the boykisser meme?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*It's misfit from Misfit and Mieko.*
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
Strings is outside, playing his banjo while writing a new song. She has set down all of her belongings, a viol, a bone flute, a backpack, her cloak, and a small pouch of something that looks like gold coins but is sharpened differently.
She stands up, plucking a few notes as the winds around her kicks up. She begins to start a melody that slowly gets faster and faster, just like the winds. Lightning shoots down from the sky, painting the world in vibrant white streaks for split seconds at a time.
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
psychopath ^-^
(I kinda want the Cellist to interact, but I'm not sure how to do that without calling T H E H O R D E)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Cassandra watches from a safe distance, Dregs flitting about at the sudden lightning
*Hehehehehehehhe*
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
She suddenly let's go of the banjo, picking up the viol. She starts to play the begining to play the piece begining to the Four Seasons as she dances, her footsteps lighting up the ground along with the flashing of lighting the booming of thunder.
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