*hello friends, mental breakdown time and also time to commit trauma on my comfort bois >:3*
Anistasius is running through the woods, blood dripping down onto the leaves underfoot from a stab wound in his side. His glasses are gone, not making it any easier to move through the brush
Rory is being mugged for what little money he has, currently cornered in an alleyway by two bandits with daggers
Xan suddenly appears, picking him up. Fire seems to sprout out from nowhere and his eyes glow bright gold. "Who and where." He growls.
Richard appears from cursed red flames and grabs both by the throat.
The wizard Sita in his arms, shaking lightly from both blood loss and fear, "A c-cleric I think. Holy magic, b-but no heavy armor, so not a p-paladin." He says with labored breathing
Rory looks around a little, seeming confused by the sudden strangling noise, "H-hello...?"
Xan hissed and set them against a tree and slit his own wrist, dripping the blood into the wound. It heals almost instantly. Can then turns away as his skin ripples, turning oily black as his seductive form disappears. A new form stands before him, barrel chested with long black horns, no eyes, and a large mouth filled with teeth. He clenches his fist "WHO HURT WHAT IS MINE!"
Richard helps him up "Are you alright?"
There's a soft whistle noise, "Calluding with demonic filth aswell? You're certainly adding to your crime list necromancer." A dragonborn man says, stepping out from behind a tree.
"H-huh? Yes, I'm ok." He nods, dusting himself off, "Nothing lasting."
Several other werewolves take notice, but don't do anything about it. The one from before slides an entire fixed plate beneath the table, complete with cornbread, fried okra, pork ribs, baked beans, and mac and cheese.
It peeks out from under the table, smiling happily. "Tank you.' it says and smiles "Don't have food like this at home."
"'Welcome, kid. You came on one of our biggest 'cues of the year. Eat as much as you want! It makes the Pitmaster happy."
"Tanks." They said and eat it down with little issue or hesitation. "Whose Pitmaster.."
One of the kids squeals excitedly as the enormous demon walks over and begins to serve itself. "Now then, an uninvited guest?" Comes a rumbling Southern drawl. "How wonderful!"
"I-I can go away if you want.." they said.
"No, no, the more the merrier! Come on out!" One of the werewolves holds out a paw for them.
*hello friends, mental breakdown time and also time to commit trauma on my comfort bois >:3*
Anistasius is running through the woods, blood dripping down onto the leaves underfoot from a stab wound in his side. His glasses are gone, not making it any easier to move through the brush
Rory is being mugged for what little money he has, currently cornered in an alleyway by two bandits with daggers
Xan suddenly appears, picking him up. Fire seems to sprout out from nowhere and his eyes glow bright gold. "Who and where." He growls.
Richard appears from cursed red flames and grabs both by the throat.
The wizard Sita in his arms, shaking lightly from both blood loss and fear, "A c-cleric I think. Holy magic, b-but no heavy armor, so not a p-paladin." He says with labored breathing
Rory looks around a little, seeming confused by the sudden strangling noise, "H-hello...?"
Xan hissed and set them against a tree and slit his own wrist, dripping the blood into the wound. It heals almost instantly. Can then turns away as his skin ripples, turning oily black as his seductive form disappears. A new form stands before him, barrel chested with long black horns, no eyes, and a large mouth filled with teeth. He clenches his fist "WHO HURT WHAT IS MINE!"
Richard helps him up "Are you alright?"
There's a soft whistle noise, "Calluding with demonic filth aswell? You're certainly adding to your crime list necromancer." A dragonborn man says, stepping out from behind a tree.
"H-huh? Yes, I'm ok." He nods, dusting himself off, "Nothing lasting."
Xan roars and bashes his fists against the ground. "LEAVE HIM ALONE OR I SWEAR I WILL RIP YOUR SPINE OUT."
Several other werewolves take notice, but don't do anything about it. The one from before slides an entire fixed plate beneath the table, complete with cornbread, fried okra, pork ribs, baked beans, and mac and cheese.
It peeks out from under the table, smiling happily. "Tank you.' it says and smiles "Don't have food like this at home."
"'Welcome, kid. You came on one of our biggest 'cues of the year. Eat as much as you want! It makes the Pitmaster happy."
"Tanks." They said and eat it down with little issue or hesitation. "Whose Pitmaster.."
One of the kids squeals excitedly as the enormous demon walks over and begins to serve itself. "Now then, an uninvited guest?" Comes a rumbling Southern drawl. "How wonderful!"
"I-I can go away if you want.." they said.
"No, no, the more the merrier! Come on out!" One of the werewolves holds out a paw for them.
The Verdan crawls out, looking up, and taking their paw. They nibble on the paw like a teething ring.
"No, no, the more the merrier! Come on out!" One of the werewolves holds out a paw for them.
The Verdan crawls out, looking up, and taking their paw. They nibble on the paw like a teething ring.
The werewolf child giggles.
The demon is absolutely massive. At least 12 feet tall. It doesn't look all that scary despite its size. It's dressed like a southern gentleman, complete with a top hat and string tie.
*One last important thing before I sign off for the day…*
A strange puddle of silvery liquid sits in the shadows of the nearby forest. It slowly begins coalescing into an ivory mask with gaping eyeholes and a vile grin carved on it (think happy ReDead). The shadows around the mask pile together, forming a tall, thin figure with long, gaunt fingers and legs, a wide back with spines erupting from it, and chains wrapped about its arms. “Too soon, Child… why rouse us? Better to let us sleep… We must call the Others. Sleep soon… we will sleep… all will sleep… until we wake with all the Others and cleanse the beings of light. Every variety… warped… to make a friend? Some time… soon…” The creature retreats into the forest, disappearing slowly, leaving its grin behind…
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"No, no, the more the merrier! Come on out!" One of the werewolves holds out a paw for them.
The Verdan crawls out, looking up, and taking their paw. They nibble on the paw like a teething ring.
The werewolf child giggles.
The demon is absolutely massive. At least 12 feet tall. It doesn't look all that scary despite its size. It's dressed like a southern gentleman, complete with a top hat and string tie.
The Verdan giggles and stands back up, taking the hand of the child werewolf, and waddling over.
*One last important thing before I sign off for the day…*
A strange puddle of silvery liquid sits in the shadows of the nearby forest. It slowly begins coalescing into an ivory mask with gaping eyeholes and a vile grin carved on it (think happy ReDead). The shadows around the mask pile together, forming a tall, thin figure with long, gaunt fingers and legs, a wide back with spines erupting from it, and chains wrapped about its arms. “Too soon, Child… why rouse us? Better to let us sleep… We must call the Others. Sleep soon… we will sleep… all will sleep… until we wake with all the Others and cleanse the beings of light. Every variety… warped… to make a friend? Some time… soon…” The creature retreats into the forest, disappearing slowly, leaving its grin behind…
"No, no, the more the merrier! Come on out!" One of the werewolves holds out a paw for them.
The Verdan crawls out, looking up, and taking their paw. They nibble on the paw like a teething ring.
The werewolf child giggles.
The demon is absolutely massive. At least 12 feet tall. It doesn't look all that scary despite its size. It's dressed like a southern gentleman, complete with a top hat and string tie.
The Verdan giggles and stands back up, taking the hand of the child werewolf, and waddling over.
The demon smells like barbecued meat. It kneels down and holds out a hand, offering the option for them to climb on.
"No, no, the more the merrier! Come on out!" One of the werewolves holds out a paw for them.
The Verdan crawls out, looking up, and taking their paw. They nibble on the paw like a teething ring.
The werewolf child giggles.
The demon is absolutely massive. At least 12 feet tall. It doesn't look all that scary despite its size. It's dressed like a southern gentleman, complete with a top hat and string tie.
The Verdan giggles and stands back up, taking the hand of the child werewolf, and waddling over.
The demon smells like barbecued meat. It kneels down and holds out a hand, offering the option for them to climb on.
The Verdan takes their new friend and helps them up before climbing up themself. "Ello!' they wave.
*hello friends, mental breakdown time and also time to commit trauma on my comfort bois >:3*
Anistasius is running through the woods, blood dripping down onto the leaves underfoot from a stab wound in his side. His glasses are gone, not making it any easier to move through the brush
Rory is being mugged for what little money he has, currently cornered in an alleyway by two bandits with daggers
Xan suddenly appears, picking him up. Fire seems to sprout out from nowhere and his eyes glow bright gold. "Who and where." He growls.
Richard appears from cursed red flames and grabs both by the throat.
The wizard Sita in his arms, shaking lightly from both blood loss and fear, "A c-cleric I think. Holy magic, b-but no heavy armor, so not a p-paladin." He says with labored breathing
Rory looks around a little, seeming confused by the sudden strangling noise, "H-hello...?"
Xan hissed and set them against a tree and slit his own wrist, dripping the blood into the wound. It heals almost instantly. Can then turns away as his skin ripples, turning oily black as his seductive form disappears. A new form stands before him, barrel chested with long black horns, no eyes, and a large mouth filled with teeth. He clenches his fist "WHO HURT WHAT IS MINE!"
Richard helps him up "Are you alright?"
There's a soft whistle noise, "Calluding with demonic filth aswell? You're certainly adding to your crime list necromancer." A dragonborn man says, stepping out from behind a tree.
"H-huh? Yes, I'm ok." He nods, dusting himself off, "Nothing lasting."
Xan roars and bashes his fists against the ground. "LEAVE HIM ALONE OR I SWEAR I WILL RIP YOUR SPINE OUT."
"Are you sur" he looks him over carefully.
"That's adorable." He laughs, "Well, more disgusting. I do my research incubus." He say, stepping into view. He holds in one hand a blade stained with blood, serated edges on one half.
There's a soft whistle noise, "Calluding with demonic filth aswell? You're certainly adding to your crime list necromancer." A dragonborn man says, stepping out from behind a tree.
"H-huh? Yes, I'm ok." He nods, dusting himself off, "Nothing lasting."
*Just had some pizza! I can get to posting in just a minute!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*hoi*
psychopath ^-^
"No, no, the more the merrier! Come on out!" One of the werewolves holds out a paw for them.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'm doing good. Struggling with prep at the moment. You?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(what are you trying to prep)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Two sessions for two different game systems*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(I'll leave you to it then)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Xan roars and bashes his fists against the ground. "LEAVE HIM ALONE OR I SWEAR I WILL RIP YOUR SPINE OUT."
"Are you sur" he looks him over carefully.
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
The Verdan crawls out, looking up, and taking their paw. They nibble on the paw like a teething ring.
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
The werewolf child giggles.
The demon is absolutely massive. At least 12 feet tall. It doesn't look all that scary despite its size. It's dressed like a southern gentleman, complete with a top hat and string tie.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*One last important thing before I sign off for the day…*
A strange puddle of silvery liquid sits in the shadows of the nearby forest. It slowly begins coalescing into an ivory mask with gaping eyeholes and a vile grin carved on it (think happy ReDead). The shadows around the mask pile together, forming a tall, thin figure with long, gaunt fingers and legs, a wide back with spines erupting from it, and chains wrapped about its arms. “Too soon, Child… why rouse us? Better to let us sleep… We must call the Others. Sleep soon… we will sleep… all will sleep… until we wake with all the Others and cleanse the beings of light. Every variety… warped… to make a friend? Some time… soon…” The creature retreats into the forest, disappearing slowly, leaving its grin behind…
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The Verdan giggles and stands back up, taking the hand of the child werewolf, and waddling over.
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
*rp wedigo?*
psychopath ^-^
*I WILL INTERACT WITH THEM 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
The demon smells like barbecued meat. It kneels down and holds out a hand, offering the option for them to climb on.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Verdan takes their new friend and helps them up before climbing up themself. "Ello!' they wave.
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
*open chars?*
psychopath ^-^
"That's adorable." He laughs, "Well, more disgusting. I do my research incubus." He say, stepping into view. He holds in one hand a blade stained with blood, serated edges on one half.
He nods, lightly nudging him, "Tha k you though."
*I am creating a character that I think y'all may like :>*
*not fuller sure what to do with them yet tho, so I probably won't be introing them today*