There are multiple kinds of starfighters and many kinds of rebels chatting happily. A few are sitting around a table, talking in hushed voices about ways to sabotage the Empire.
The ghostly warrior waves to them, before approaching the table. "So... whose the empire?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
There are multiple kinds of starfighters and many kinds of rebels chatting happily. A few are sitting around a table, talking in hushed voices about ways to sabotage the Empire.
The ghostly warrior waves to them, before approaching the table. "So... whose the empire?"
A male rebel turns. "People that are tryna take over the galaxy. They are terrible people."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
There are multiple kinds of starfighters and many kinds of rebels chatting happily. A few are sitting around a table, talking in hushed voices about ways to sabotage the Empire.
The ghostly warrior waves to them, before approaching the table. "So... whose the empire?"
A male rebel turns. "People that are tryna take over the galaxy. They are terrible people."
"Well why don't you just close the hole so they don't get in?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
There are multiple kinds of starfighters and many kinds of rebels chatting happily. A few are sitting around a table, talking in hushed voices about ways to sabotage the Empire.
The ghostly warrior waves to them, before approaching the table. "So... whose the empire?"
A male rebel turns. "People that are tryna take over the galaxy. They are terrible people."
"Well why don't you just close the hole so they don't get in?"
"We dont have the resources for it."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
There are multiple kinds of starfighters and many kinds of rebels chatting happily. A few are sitting around a table, talking in hushed voices about ways to sabotage the Empire.
The ghostly warrior waves to them, before approaching the table. "So... whose the empire?"
A male rebel turns. "People that are tryna take over the galaxy. They are terrible people."
"Well why don't you just close the hole so they don't get in?"
"We dont have the resources for it."
"Mmm... what would you need to prevent them from coming into this crystal sphere?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
There are multiple kinds of starfighters and many kinds of rebels chatting happily. A few are sitting around a table, talking in hushed voices about ways to sabotage the Empire.
The ghostly warrior waves to them, before approaching the table. "So... whose the empire?"
A male rebel turns. "People that are tryna take over the galaxy. They are terrible people."
"Well why don't you just close the hole so they don't get in?"
"We dont have the resources for it."
"Mmm... what would you need to prevent them from coming into this crystal sphere?"
"We just need to set up a blockade."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*soooo, I've got characters. I'm also gonna intro:*
Cassandra is writing in a journal in her room in the inn
Kylar is fighting a spirit, actually holding her own with the help of her dogs
Jason is carving a statue of a six Winged angel
-intro-:
A hooded harengon walks into the town, pulling the hood up a bit further as he passes the notice board with a wanted poster on it. On his back are two things. One is a young girl, asleep against him, seeming elven in ancestry judging by her pointed ears, and the other is a blade of some sort, the actual blade wrapped in cloth and tied to his back
*soooo, I've got characters. I'm also gonna intro:*
Cassandra is writing in a journal in her room in the inn
Kylar is fighting a spirit, actually holding her own with the help of her dogs
Jason is carving a statue of a six Winged angel
-intro-:
A hooded harengon walks into the town, pulling the hood up a bit further as he passes the notice board with a wanted poster on it. On his back are two things. One is a young girl, asleep against him, seeming elven in ancestry judging by her pointed ears, and the other is a blade of some sort, the actual blade wrapped in cloth and tied to his back
Lazarus compliments Jason for their skill in carving
Throden begins to look around for the harengon, with Ihtros helping. Perception: 26
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The ghostly warrior waves to them, before approaching the table. "So... whose the empire?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*I like when you exist too*
*I'm just gonna exist here instead of at school tho*
A male rebel turns. "People that are tryna take over the galaxy. They are terrible people."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I may introduce my cambion chef here... I dunno.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(good morning)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Well why don't you just close the hole so they don't get in?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"We dont have the resources for it."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Mmm... what would you need to prevent them from coming into this crystal sphere?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"We just need to set up a blockade."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"That opens the blockade to be broken. What about the netherese magic to seal a sphere. Would that work?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Your speakin gibberish to us dude."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Okay, got it. So, how is the blockade coming along?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"not too well."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I see. Well why not attempt a ritual or something to simply close up whatever hole that is linking your universe with this one?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Ritual?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*soooo, I've got characters. I'm also gonna intro:*
Cassandra is writing in a journal in her room in the inn
Kylar is fighting a spirit, actually holding her own with the help of her dogs
Jason is carving a statue of a six Winged angel
-intro-:
A hooded harengon walks into the town, pulling the hood up a bit further as he passes the notice board with a wanted poster on it. On his back are two things. One is a young girl, asleep against him, seeming elven in ancestry judging by her pointed ears, and the other is a blade of some sort, the actual blade wrapped in cloth and tied to his back
They nod. "You know? With magic and weave and whatnot."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Donn looks over at Theren and chuckles "You alright?"
Yuri watches with amusement.
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
Lazarus compliments Jason for their skill in carving
Throden begins to look around for the harengon, with Ihtros helping. Perception: 26
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"No, we dont have that where we are from."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.