*actually, nvm. I'm good for now. (There's this annoying guy, and I can't rp when he's around cause he's, well, annoying me, but he's minding his own business for now.)*
Suddenly within the tavern, the lights flicker. Maniacal laughter echoes throughout the main room as a ghostly and shadowy shape appears on the wall. A glowing red face appears on it, looking like something on a Jack-O-Lantern. The figure's eyes look around, scanning the room.
*Hmmm*
Vittorsi looks over at it, eyes narrowed. The cleric pulls out his emblem and grips it in one hand.
The figure narrows his eyes back at Vittorsi. Then, he speaks. "Why, it's quite nice to meet you!" He mutters, "Why can't I float 5 feet without a cleric preparing to banish me..."
"No no, simply pulling it out just in case you are not friendly and preparing to hurt others" He responded.
"Well, what were you going to do if I was?"
"Banish you." He says firmly
"So you were not preparing to banish me, you were just preparing to banish me. I see."
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
*I feel like Lore's song would be Disobedient from the Steven Universe Movie.*
A familiar face appears at the tavern, humming to herself. She wears a pure white summer dress despite the slightly chilly weather. Her hair is done up in a bun. A pair of earrings that look almost like they were made of ice decorate her ears.
Move 'em on (head em' up!) Head em' up (move 'em on!) Move 'em on (head em' up!) Rawhide! Cut 'em out (ride 'em in!) Ride 'em in (cut em' out!) Cut 'em out, Ride 'em in Rawhide!
Keep movin', movin', movin' Though they're disapprovin' Keep them doggies movin' Rawhide
Don't try to understand 'em Just rope 'n' throw and brand 'em Soon we'll be livin' high and wide My heart's calculatin' My true love will be waitin' Be waitin' at the end of my ride
Move 'em on (head em' up!) Head em' up (move 'em on!) Move 'em on (head em' up!) Rawhide! Cut em' out (ride 'em in!) Ride 'em in (cut em' out!) Cut em' out, ride 'em in Rawhide! Yah!
A thunderous noise fills the air, as the ground shakes beneath us. Emerging over the horizon is a stampeding herd of ghostly creatures. They appear as ethereal blobs with bloated bodies and large, black eyes. Moving down the hill, they are guided by five figures on black horses with flaming manes. These figures are dressed in bright crimson leather and cloth, completely covering their skin. They wear large-brimmed cowboy hats adorned with bones and bone masks depicting creatures of prey. The eerie beings seemed to be communicating with each other through a hushed, clicking sound as if they were using their hidden tongues. Several of them skillfully hurled lassos made of intertwined metal, capturing the ghostly creatures despite their intangible nature. The imposing figure, clearly the leader, sits at the forefront. Towering over the others, he is clad in dark, inky clothing that sets him apart. A black opal bolo tie adorns his neck, shimmering brightly in the light. His mask is unlike the others', fashioned from a burnt burlap sack with crude eyeholes cut out of it. He is currently roping an ethereal creature and bringing it to the ground.
Henry walks over, interested.
The leader looks up, pressing his boot into one of the soul's side. It writhes, screeching in anger. "What do you want partner?" He asked, his tone gravelly.
"Merely interested in your capture sir."
He narrows his eyes behind his mask, tilting his head. "Is that so?"
He nods, sensing a bit of danger.
"What interests you?" He asks, eyes glinting.
"Haven't seen anything like it before. And it seems you are hurting it."
"They ain't worth a thought. Besides, these are souls that were sent downwards."
"mm, I see." he says, approaching the soul
It snaps at him, screaming and writhing under the leaders boot.
"I don't think its very happy."
"They're never happy partner. They hate everyone and everything." He explained.
*I feel like Lore's song would be Disobedient from the Steven Universe Movie.*
A familiar face appears at the tavern, humming to herself. She wears a pure white summer dress despite the slightly chilly weather. Her hair is done up in a bun. A pair of ears that look almost like they were made of ice decorate her ears.
*actually, nvm. I'm good for now. (There's this annoying guy, and I can't rp when he's around cause he's, well, annoying me, but he's minding his own business for now.)*
Suddenly within the tavern, the lights flicker. Maniacal laughter echoes throughout the main room as a ghostly and shadowy shape appears on the wall. A glowing red face appears on it, looking like something on a Jack-O-Lantern. The figure's eyes look around, scanning the room.
*Hmmm*
Vittorsi looks over at it, eyes narrowed. The cleric pulls out his emblem and grips it in one hand.
The figure narrows his eyes back at Vittorsi. Then, he speaks. "Why, it's quite nice to meet you!" He mutters, "Why can't I float 5 feet without a cleric preparing to banish me..."
"No no, simply pulling it out just in case you are not friendly and preparing to hurt others" He responded.
"Well, what were you going to do if I was?"
"Banish you." He says firmly
"So you were not preparing to banish me, you were just preparing to banish me. I see."
Move 'em on (head em' up!) Head em' up (move 'em on!) Move 'em on (head em' up!) Rawhide! Cut 'em out (ride 'em in!) Ride 'em in (cut em' out!) Cut 'em out, Ride 'em in Rawhide!
Keep movin', movin', movin' Though they're disapprovin' Keep them doggies movin' Rawhide
Don't try to understand 'em Just rope 'n' throw and brand 'em Soon we'll be livin' high and wide My heart's calculatin' My true love will be waitin' Be waitin' at the end of my ride
Move 'em on (head em' up!) Head em' up (move 'em on!) Move 'em on (head em' up!) Rawhide! Cut em' out (ride 'em in!) Ride 'em in (cut em' out!) Cut em' out, ride 'em in Rawhide! Yah!
A thunderous noise fills the air, as the ground shakes beneath us. Emerging over the horizon is a stampeding herd of ghostly creatures. They appear as ethereal blobs with bloated bodies and large, black eyes. Moving down the hill, they are guided by five figures on black horses with flaming manes. These figures are dressed in bright crimson leather and cloth, completely covering their skin. They wear large-brimmed cowboy hats adorned with bones and bone masks depicting creatures of prey. The eerie beings seemed to be communicating with each other through a hushed, clicking sound as if they were using their hidden tongues. Several of them skillfully hurled lassos made of intertwined metal, capturing the ghostly creatures despite their intangible nature. The imposing figure, clearly the leader, sits at the forefront. Towering over the others, he is clad in dark, inky clothing that sets him apart. A black opal bolo tie adorns his neck, shimmering brightly in the light. His mask is unlike the others', fashioned from a burnt burlap sack with crude eyeholes cut out of it. He is currently roping an ethereal creature and bringing it to the ground.
Henry walks over, interested.
The leader looks up, pressing his boot into one of the soul's side. It writhes, screeching in anger. "What do you want partner?" He asked, his tone gravelly.
"Merely interested in your capture sir."
He narrows his eyes behind his mask, tilting his head. "Is that so?"
He nods, sensing a bit of danger.
"What interests you?" He asks, eyes glinting.
"Haven't seen anything like it before. And it seems you are hurting it."
"They ain't worth a thought. Besides, these are souls that were sent downwards."
"mm, I see." he says, approaching the soul
It snaps at him, screaming and writhing under the leaders boot.
"I don't think its very happy."
"They're never happy partner. They hate everyone and everything." He explained.
"And you find it fit to treat them like this?"
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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.
*I feel like Lore's song would be Disobedient from the Steven Universe Movie.*
A familiar face appears at the tavern, humming to herself. She wears a pure white summer dress despite the slightly chilly weather. Her hair is done up in a bun. A pair of ears that look almost like they were made of ice decorate her ears.
Move 'em on (head em' up!) Head em' up (move 'em on!) Move 'em on (head em' up!) Rawhide! Cut 'em out (ride 'em in!) Ride 'em in (cut em' out!) Cut 'em out, Ride 'em in Rawhide!
Keep movin', movin', movin' Though they're disapprovin' Keep them doggies movin' Rawhide
Don't try to understand 'em Just rope 'n' throw and brand 'em Soon we'll be livin' high and wide My heart's calculatin' My true love will be waitin' Be waitin' at the end of my ride
Move 'em on (head em' up!) Head em' up (move 'em on!) Move 'em on (head em' up!) Rawhide! Cut em' out (ride 'em in!) Ride 'em in (cut em' out!) Cut em' out, ride 'em in Rawhide! Yah!
A thunderous noise fills the air, as the ground shakes beneath us. Emerging over the horizon is a stampeding herd of ghostly creatures. They appear as ethereal blobs with bloated bodies and large, black eyes. Moving down the hill, they are guided by five figures on black horses with flaming manes. These figures are dressed in bright crimson leather and cloth, completely covering their skin. They wear large-brimmed cowboy hats adorned with bones and bone masks depicting creatures of prey. The eerie beings seemed to be communicating with each other through a hushed, clicking sound as if they were using their hidden tongues. Several of them skillfully hurled lassos made of intertwined metal, capturing the ghostly creatures despite their intangible nature. The imposing figure, clearly the leader, sits at the forefront. Towering over the others, he is clad in dark, inky clothing that sets him apart. A black opal bolo tie adorns his neck, shimmering brightly in the light. His mask is unlike the others', fashioned from a burnt burlap sack with crude eyeholes cut out of it. He is currently roping an ethereal creature and bringing it to the ground.
Henry walks over, interested.
The leader looks up, pressing his boot into one of the soul's side. It writhes, screeching in anger. "What do you want partner?" He asked, his tone gravelly.
"Merely interested in your capture sir."
He narrows his eyes behind his mask, tilting his head. "Is that so?"
He nods, sensing a bit of danger.
"What interests you?" He asks, eyes glinting.
"Haven't seen anything like it before. And it seems you are hurting it."
"They ain't worth a thought. Besides, these are souls that were sent downwards."
"mm, I see." he says, approaching the soul
It snaps at him, screaming and writhing under the leaders boot.
"I don't think its very happy."
"They're never happy partner. They hate everyone and everything." He explained.
*I feel like Lore's song would be Disobedient from the Steven Universe Movie.*
A familiar face appears at the tavern, humming to herself. She wears a pure white summer dress despite the slightly chilly weather. Her hair is done up in a bun. A pair of ears that look almost like they were made of ice decorate her ears.
*I feel like Lore's song would be Disobedient from the Steven Universe Movie.*
A familiar face appears at the tavern, humming to herself. She wears a pure white summer dress despite the slightly chilly weather. Her hair is done up in a bun. A pair of ears that look almost like they were made of ice decorate her ears.
*I feel like Lore's song would be Disobedient from the Steven Universe Movie.*
A familiar face appears at the tavern, humming to herself. She wears a pure white summer dress despite the slightly chilly weather. Her hair is done up in a bun. A pair of ears that look almost like they were made of ice decorate her ears.
*I feel like Lore's song would be Disobedient from the Steven Universe Movie.*
A familiar face appears at the tavern, humming to herself. She wears a pure white summer dress despite the slightly chilly weather. Her hair is done up in a bun. A pair of ears that look almost like they were made of ice decorate her ears.
*I feel like Lore's song would be Disobedient from the Steven Universe Movie.*
A familiar face appears at the tavern, humming to herself. She wears a pure white summer dress despite the slightly chilly weather. Her hair is done up in a bun. A pair of ears that look almost like they were made of ice decorate her ears.
*actually, nvm. I'm good for now. (There's this annoying guy, and I can't rp when he's around cause he's, well, annoying me, but he's minding his own business for now.)*
Suddenly within the tavern, the lights flicker. Maniacal laughter echoes throughout the main room as a ghostly and shadowy shape appears on the wall. A glowing red face appears on it, looking like something on a Jack-O-Lantern. The figure's eyes look around, scanning the room.
*Hmmm*
Vittorsi looks over at it, eyes narrowed. The cleric pulls out his emblem and grips it in one hand.
The figure narrows his eyes back at Vittorsi. Then, he speaks. "Why, it's quite nice to meet you!" He mutters, "Why can't I float 5 feet without a cleric preparing to banish me..."
"No no, simply pulling it out just in case you are not friendly and preparing to hurt others" He responded.
"Well, what were you going to do if I was?"
"Banish you." He says firmly
"So you were not preparing to banish me, you were just preparing to banish me. I see."
"Indeed, confusing isn't it?"
"But anyways, I did not come here to debate with a cleric about banishment. I am Umbris, also known as the Devil of Shadows, and Consumer of Emotion. What is your name?"
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Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
Chef Barbaeu is in the kitchen, moving so fast one would think he was using three hands instead of just one. He's not even breaking a sweat as he reduces a whole fish to nothing but sashimi in two seconds, leaving the organs, fins, and bones separated into different piles
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"So you were not preparing to banish me, you were just preparing to banish me. I see."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
*I feel like Lore's song would be Disobedient from the Steven Universe Movie.*
A familiar face appears at the tavern, humming to herself. She wears a pure white summer dress despite the slightly chilly weather. Her hair is done up in a bun. A pair of earrings that look almost like they were made of ice decorate her ears.
Dress: https://www.amazon.ca/Womens-Lantern-Dresses-Ruffled-Shoulder/dp/B09NZRMN7M
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
"They're never happy partner. They hate everyone and everything." He explained.
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 looks up from wheres he's sitting and waves
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Indeed, confusing isn't 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
"And you find it fit to treat them like this?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Lore looks over and beams. She jumps into his arms and hugs 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
"It's either treat em this way or die by em."
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
He hugs her back. He smells like blood and she can see new wounds.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Fascinating."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She runs her fingers over them and huffs, raising a brow at 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
"Had a bit of a run in." he says, slightly embarrassed.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He shrugs "They are worth a pretty penny on the markets. Which is why we're wrangling them."
She sighs and kisses the wounds "Always getting hurt.."
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
"Selling people?"
"I know I know." he says with a frown.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"But anyways, I did not come here to debate with a cleric about banishment. I am Umbris, also known as the Devil of Shadows, and Consumer of Emotion. What is your name?"
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, firstborn child and liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer (Drummer), the Endless Maws (Isis), the Mad Murderer (PJ), more on my extended sig
*Anyone got any open characters?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I'm still lonely*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*pats your shoulder consolingly*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Big sigh*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Chef Barbaeu is in the kitchen, moving so fast one would think he was using three hands instead of just one. He's not even breaking a sweat as he reduces a whole fish to nothing but sashimi in two seconds, leaving the organs, fins, and bones separated into different piles
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels