Anson kicks open the door, bleeding heavily. He holds his own severed arm, muttering to himself, His clean clothes now drenched dark red. It looks like his arm had been taken clean off of his shoulder. He plops down on the sofa, not caring if he bled on it and drank back a health potion.
Archon seems to be driving the knights body because the knight is currently grumping in the corner with a dark aura around him as he drinks back ale's.
Anson kicks open the door, bleeding heavily. He holds his own severed arm, muttering to himself, His clean clothes now drenched dark red. It looks like his arm had been taken clean off of his shoulder. He plops down on the sofa, not caring if he bled on it and drank back a health potion.
Archon seems to be driving the knights body because the knight is currently grumping in the corner with a dark aura around him as he drinks back ale's.
<Character slot open>
Rusty comes up next to him.
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Anson kicks open the door, bleeding heavily. He holds his own severed arm, muttering to himself, His clean clothes now drenched dark red. It looks like his arm had been taken clean off of his shoulder. He plops down on the sofa, not caring if he bled on it and drank back a health potion.
Archon seems to be driving the knights body because the knight is currently grumping in the corner with a dark aura around him as he drinks back ale's.
Anson kicks open the door, bleeding heavily. He holds his own severed arm, muttering to himself, His clean clothes now drenched dark red. It looks like his arm had been taken clean off of his shoulder. He plops down on the sofa, not caring if he bled on it and drank back a health potion.
Archon seems to be driving the knights body because the knight is currently grumping in the corner with a dark aura around him as he drinks back ale's.
<Character slot open>
Rusty comes up next to him.
Archon quietly acknowledges him with a grunt.
"Hello there stranger! You seem to have quite a thirst."
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Anson kicks open the door, bleeding heavily. He holds his own severed arm, muttering to himself, His clean clothes now drenched dark red. It looks like his arm had been taken clean off of his shoulder. He plops down on the sofa, not caring if he bled on it and drank back a health potion.
Archon seems to be driving the knights body because the knight is currently grumping in the corner with a dark aura around him as he drinks back ale's.
<Character slot open>
Rusty comes up next to him.
Archon quietly acknowledges him with a grunt.
"Hello there stranger! You seem to have quite a thirst."
Archon grumbles "What do ya want." He asked, small pinpoint red eyes stare at him, while he holds up his helmeted head on his hand.
Anson kicks open the door, bleeding heavily. He holds his own severed arm, muttering to himself, His clean clothes now drenched dark red. It looks like his arm had been taken clean off of his shoulder. He plops down on the sofa, not caring if he bled on it and drank back a health potion.
Archon seems to be driving the knights body because the knight is currently grumping in the corner with a dark aura around him as he drinks back ale's.
<Character slot open>
Rusty comes up next to him.
Archon quietly acknowledges him with a grunt.
"Hello there stranger! You seem to have quite a thirst."
Archon grumbles "What do ya want." He asked, small pinpoint red eyes stare at him, while he holds up his helmeted head on his hand.
Rusty smiled. "Why, I simply just want to make a new friend."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Anson kicks open the door, bleeding heavily. He holds his own severed arm, muttering to himself, His clean clothes now drenched dark red. It looks like his arm had been taken clean off of his shoulder. He plops down on the sofa, not caring if he bled on it and drank back a health potion.
Archon seems to be driving the knights body because the knight is currently grumping in the corner with a dark aura around him as he drinks back ale's.
<Character slot open>
Rusty comes up next to him.
Archon quietly acknowledges him with a grunt.
"Hello there stranger! You seem to have quite a thirst."
Archon grumbles "What do ya want." He asked, small pinpoint red eyes stare at him, while he holds up his helmeted head on his hand.
Rusty smiled. "Why, I simply just want to make a new friend."
The eyes seem to narrow a bit "Go talk to someone else then" he grumbled
Anson kicks open the door, bleeding heavily. He holds his own severed arm, muttering to himself, His clean clothes now drenched dark red. It looks like his arm had been taken clean off of his shoulder. He plops down on the sofa, not caring if he bled on it and drank back a health potion.
Archon seems to be driving the knights body because the knight is currently grumping in the corner with a dark aura around him as he drinks back ale's.
<Character slot open>
Rusty comes up next to him.
Archon quietly acknowledges him with a grunt.
"Hello there stranger! You seem to have quite a thirst."
Archon grumbles "What do ya want." He asked, small pinpoint red eyes stare at him, while he holds up his helmeted head on his hand.
Rusty smiled. "Why, I simply just want to make a new friend."
The eyes seem to narrow a bit "Go talk to someone else then" he grumbled
"Why would I do that? My new friend is right here!" Rusty chuckled.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Anson kicks open the door, bleeding heavily. He holds his own severed arm, muttering to himself, His clean clothes now drenched dark red. It looks like his arm had been taken clean off of his shoulder. He plops down on the sofa, not caring if he bled on it and drank back a health potion.
Archon seems to be driving the knights body because the knight is currently grumping in the corner with a dark aura around him as he drinks back ale's.
<Character slot open>
Rusty comes up next to him.
Archon quietly acknowledges him with a grunt.
"Hello there stranger! You seem to have quite a thirst."
Archon grumbles "What do ya want." He asked, small pinpoint red eyes stare at him, while he holds up his helmeted head on his hand.
Rusty smiled. "Why, I simply just want to make a new friend."
The eyes seem to narrow a bit "Go talk to someone else then" he grumbled
"Why would I do that? My new friend is right here!" Rusty chuckled.
Archon grumbles again, it sounds like abyssal cursing if you listen closely enough.
Anson kicks open the door, bleeding heavily. He holds his own severed arm, muttering to himself, His clean clothes now drenched dark red. It looks like his arm had been taken clean off of his shoulder. He plops down on the sofa, not caring if he bled on it and drank back a health potion.
Archon seems to be driving the knights body because the knight is currently grumping in the corner with a dark aura around him as he drinks back ale's.
<Character slot open>
Rusty comes up next to him.
Archon quietly acknowledges him with a grunt.
"Hello there stranger! You seem to have quite a thirst."
Archon grumbles "What do ya want." He asked, small pinpoint red eyes stare at him, while he holds up his helmeted head on his hand.
Rusty smiled. "Why, I simply just want to make a new friend."
The eyes seem to narrow a bit "Go talk to someone else then" he grumbled
"Why would I do that? My new friend is right here!" Rusty chuckled.
Archon grumbles again, it sounds like abyssal cursing if you listen closely enough.
Rusty comes over and puts an arm on Archon's shoulder, speaking the next sentence in abyssal. "Now, now, watch the language, it is not a good habit to curse a lot."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Happy first day of autumn, everyone! And in honor of the spooky season, I'm introducing another character who is basically identical to the ones I played before! Oh, also, homebrew subclass*
A large, heavily damaged cart pulled by ghouls arrives in front of the inn. The figure driving wears a strange, semi-pyramidal helmet and white clothes, complete (No it's not Pyramid Head) with a bat-shaped bow tie. The man tosses a human limb to the ghouls and gets off the cart, knocking on its door. About twelve people, all injured, ragged, and wearing crude costumes made in the image of the driver, pile out of the cart. The driver calmly counts them as they get out and walk toward the inn.
Anson kicks open the door, bleeding heavily. He holds his own severed arm, muttering to himself, His clean clothes now drenched dark red. It looks like his arm had been taken clean off of his shoulder. He plops down on the sofa, not caring if he bled on it and drank back a health potion.
Archon seems to be driving the knights body because the knight is currently grumping in the corner with a dark aura around him as he drinks back ale's.
<Character slot open>
Rusty comes up next to him.
Archon quietly acknowledges him with a grunt.
"Hello there stranger! You seem to have quite a thirst."
Archon grumbles "What do ya want." He asked, small pinpoint red eyes stare at him, while he holds up his helmeted head on his hand.
Rusty smiled. "Why, I simply just want to make a new friend."
The eyes seem to narrow a bit "Go talk to someone else then" he grumbled
"Why would I do that? My new friend is right here!" Rusty chuckled.
Archon grumbles again, it sounds like abyssal cursing if you listen closely enough.
Rusty comes over and puts an arm on Archon's shoulder, speaking the next sentence in abyssal. "Now, now, watch the language, it is not a good habit to curse a lot."
"Don't ever touch me" he hissed, he moved his shoulder away from Rusty's touch.
Anson kicks open the door, bleeding heavily. He holds his own severed arm, muttering to himself, His clean clothes now drenched dark red. It looks like his arm had been taken clean off of his shoulder. He plops down on the sofa, not caring if he bled on it and drank back a health potion.
Archon seems to be driving the knights body because the knight is currently grumping in the corner with a dark aura around him as he drinks back ale's.
<Character slot open>
Rusty comes up next to him.
Archon quietly acknowledges him with a grunt.
"Hello there stranger! You seem to have quite a thirst."
Archon grumbles "What do ya want." He asked, small pinpoint red eyes stare at him, while he holds up his helmeted head on his hand.
Rusty smiled. "Why, I simply just want to make a new friend."
The eyes seem to narrow a bit "Go talk to someone else then" he grumbled
"Why would I do that? My new friend is right here!" Rusty chuckled.
Archon grumbles again, it sounds like abyssal cursing if you listen closely enough.
Rusty comes over and puts an arm on Archon's shoulder, speaking the next sentence in abyssal. "Now, now, watch the language, it is not a good habit to curse a lot."
"Don't ever touch me" he hissed, he moved his shoulder away from Rusty's touch.
*Munches on cheese and bacon sandwich* *Im back*
Rusty moves with him, staying close. "Do you like toys, my dear knight?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Anson kicks open the door, bleeding heavily. He holds his own severed arm, muttering to himself, His clean clothes now drenched dark red. It looks like his arm had been taken clean off of his shoulder. He plops down on the sofa, not caring if he bled on it and drank back a health potion.
Archon seems to be driving the knights body because the knight is currently grumping in the corner with a dark aura around him as he drinks back ale's.
<Character slot open>
Rusty comes up next to him.
Archon quietly acknowledges him with a grunt.
"Hello there stranger! You seem to have quite a thirst."
Archon grumbles "What do ya want." He asked, small pinpoint red eyes stare at him, while he holds up his helmeted head on his hand.
Rusty smiled. "Why, I simply just want to make a new friend."
The eyes seem to narrow a bit "Go talk to someone else then" he grumbled
"Why would I do that? My new friend is right here!" Rusty chuckled.
Archon grumbles again, it sounds like abyssal cursing if you listen closely enough.
Rusty comes over and puts an arm on Archon's shoulder, speaking the next sentence in abyssal. "Now, now, watch the language, it is not a good habit to curse a lot."
"Don't ever touch me" he hissed, he moved his shoulder away from Rusty's touch.
*Munches on cheese and bacon sandwich* *Im back*
Rusty moves with him, staying close. "Do you like toys, my dear knight?"
"No." he says plainly and keeps his eyes focused on Rusty.
Anson kicks open the door, bleeding heavily. He holds his own severed arm, muttering to himself, His clean clothes now drenched dark red. It looks like his arm had been taken clean off of his shoulder. He plops down on the sofa, not caring if he bled on it and drank back a health potion.
Archon seems to be driving the knights body because the knight is currently grumping in the corner with a dark aura around him as he drinks back ale's.
<Character slot open>
Rusty comes up next to him.
Archon quietly acknowledges him with a grunt.
"Hello there stranger! You seem to have quite a thirst."
Archon grumbles "What do ya want." He asked, small pinpoint red eyes stare at him, while he holds up his helmeted head on his hand.
Rusty smiled. "Why, I simply just want to make a new friend."
The eyes seem to narrow a bit "Go talk to someone else then" he grumbled
"Why would I do that? My new friend is right here!" Rusty chuckled.
Archon grumbles again, it sounds like abyssal cursing if you listen closely enough.
Rusty comes over and puts an arm on Archon's shoulder, speaking the next sentence in abyssal. "Now, now, watch the language, it is not a good habit to curse a lot."
"Don't ever touch me" he hissed, he moved his shoulder away from Rusty's touch.
*Munches on cheese and bacon sandwich* *Im back*
Rusty moves with him, staying close. "Do you like toys, my dear knight?"
"No." he says plainly and keeps his eyes focused on Rusty.
"Oh, that's a shame. How about weapons, then?"
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*Yeah :DDD*
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Anson kicks open the door, bleeding heavily. He holds his own severed arm, muttering to himself, His clean clothes now drenched dark red. It looks like his arm had been taken clean off of his shoulder. He plops down on the sofa, not caring if he bled on it and drank back a health potion.
Archon seems to be driving the knights body because the knight is currently grumping in the corner with a dark aura around him as he drinks back ale's.
<Character slot open>
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
Rusty comes up next to him.
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I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Archon quietly acknowledges him with a grunt.
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
*Y'know, if someone wanted a really quick look at how Rusty looks, pretty much just quickly look up Black Butler Undertaker.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Hello there stranger! You seem to have quite a thirst."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Archon grumbles "What do ya want." He asked, small pinpoint red eyes stare at him, while he holds up his helmeted head on his hand.
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
Rusty smiled. "Why, I simply just want to make a new friend."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
The eyes seem to narrow a bit "Go talk to someone else then" he grumbled
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 would I do that? My new friend is right here!" Rusty chuckled.
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.
Archon grumbles again, it sounds like abyssal cursing if you listen closely enough.
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
*BRB i have to work with idiots to make an egg/bacon/cheese sandwich*
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
Rusty comes over and puts an arm on Archon's shoulder, speaking the next sentence in abyssal. "Now, now, watch the language, it is not a good habit to curse a lot."
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.
*Happy first day of autumn, everyone! And in honor of the spooky season, I'm introducing another character who is basically identical to the ones I played before! Oh, also, homebrew subclass*
A large, heavily damaged cart pulled by ghouls arrives in front of the inn. The figure driving wears a strange, semi-pyramidal helmet and white clothes, complete (No it's not Pyramid Head) with a bat-shaped bow tie. The man tosses a human limb to the ghouls and gets off the cart, knocking on its door. About twelve people, all injured, ragged, and wearing crude costumes made in the image of the driver, pile out of the cart. The driver calmly counts them as they get out and walk toward the inn.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Don't ever touch me" he hissed, he moved his shoulder away from Rusty's touch.
*Munches on cheese and bacon sandwich* *Im back*
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
Rusty moves with him, staying close. "Do you like toys, my dear knight?"
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.
"No." he says plainly and keeps his eyes focused on Rusty.
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
*Just studying for german. If you want tto, we could RP although it will most probably be slow*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Oh, that's a shame. How about weapons, then?"
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 is outside rocking a knee-length skirt because he can.
Anson is beating up a mimic because it scared the halfling out of him.
Archon is growing disgusted of rusty who keeps asking questions about him.
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