Theren is sitting in his room, head between his knees.
Phoenix is wandering around outside.
Leo is talking to Festus.
Bird King is sitting in a field with all his birds surrounding him.
Jack sitting in a tree, studying a map while grumbling to himself.
Soap is speaking in Spanish to someone over a comm, his voice angry. Lock and Romero are listening, concerned.
Lore is with Styra, helping her complete a potion.
There is a loud rumbling noise as Bird King walks under them, humming to himself.
Phoenix walks over, a smile playing on his lips as he listens in.
Theren peeks over at them
Jack watches, raising a brow in curiosity.
Soap turns off the comms and grumbles "Sorry Alejandro, but I'm stuck but no I'll send those reports right away." He says sarcastically to himself.
Styra brings over bundles of herbs, the centaur carrying large bags on her flanks. Lore nods and takes it, burning the herbs in the fire. Plumes of blue smoke fill the air gently.
Bird King sits down heavily, speaking in an old dialect to some birds.
"You alright mate?'
Theren walks over. "Hey, what's going on?"
Jack listens intently.
Soap rolled his eyes "Mn, simply hating my superiors." he chuckled brightly "Alejandro managed to establish a connection from here to there."
Styra looked up and beamed "Hola Theren." Lore chuckled "Making something."
Make a history check.
"They don't listen to them, duh."
"Nice..." he seems preoccupied in his mind. "I saw a newcomer walking into town. He's dressed...strangely."
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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.
Eito gets pinned against the tree as a barrage of daggers fills the air and ends up only centimeters from hitting someplace that would've been bad. Kelipso bares his teeth and stalks forward, eyes burning.
“Alright. It’s nice to meet you.”
Eito chuckles nervously. “Alright, not a religious man. I got it. Please don’t kill me. I’m not exaggerating when I say that I will explode and kill you as well if I die.”
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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.
Theren is sitting in his room, head between his knees.
Phoenix is wandering around outside.
Leo is talking to Festus.
Bird King is sitting in a field with all his birds surrounding him.
Jack sitting in a tree, studying a map while grumbling to himself.
Soap is speaking in Spanish to someone over a comm, his voice angry. Lock and Romero are listening, concerned.
Lore is with Styra, helping her complete a potion.
There is a loud rumbling noise as Bird King walks under them, humming to himself.
Phoenix walks over, a smile playing on his lips as he listens in.
Theren peeks over at them
Jack watches, raising a brow in curiosity.
Soap turns off the comms and grumbles "Sorry Alejandro, but I'm stuck but no I'll send those reports right away." He says sarcastically to himself.
Styra brings over bundles of herbs, the centaur carrying large bags on her flanks. Lore nods and takes it, burning the herbs in the fire. Plumes of blue smoke fill the air gently.
Bird King sits down heavily, speaking in an old dialect to some birds.
"You alright mate?'
Theren walks over. "Hey, what's going on?"
Jack listens intently.
Soap rolled his eyes "Mn, simply hating my superiors." he chuckled brightly "Alejandro managed to establish a connection from here to there."
Styra looked up and beamed "Hola Theren." Lore chuckled "Making something."
Make a history check.
"They don't listen to them, duh."
"Nice..." he seems preoccupied in his mind. "I saw a newcomer walking into town. He's dressed...strangely."
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Soap chuckled "I don't really care lad, I'm just tryin' to get a job done."
Styra sniffs the air "Empath. True Empath at that." she shrugged. Lore chuckled "Most likely has good powers at that. Psychic most likely."
Theren is sitting in his room, head between his knees.
Phoenix is wandering around outside.
Leo is talking to Festus.
Bird King is sitting in a field with all his birds surrounding him.
Jack sitting in a tree, studying a map while grumbling to himself.
Soap is speaking in Spanish to someone over a comm, his voice angry. Lock and Romero are listening, concerned.
Lore is with Styra, helping her complete a potion.
There is a loud rumbling noise as Bird King walks under them, humming to himself.
Phoenix walks over, a smile playing on his lips as he listens in.
Theren peeks over at them
Jack watches, raising a brow in curiosity.
Soap turns off the comms and grumbles "Sorry Alejandro, but I'm stuck but no I'll send those reports right away." He says sarcastically to himself.
Styra brings over bundles of herbs, the centaur carrying large bags on her flanks. Lore nods and takes it, burning the herbs in the fire. Plumes of blue smoke fill the air gently.
Bird King sits down heavily, speaking in an old dialect to some birds.
"You alright mate?'
Theren walks over. "Hey, what's going on?"
Jack listens intently.
Soap rolled his eyes "Mn, simply hating my superiors." he chuckled brightly "Alejandro managed to establish a connection from here to there."
Styra looked up and beamed "Hola Theren." Lore chuckled "Making something."
Make a history check.
"They don't listen to them, duh."
"Nice..." he seems preoccupied in his mind. "I saw a newcomer walking into town. He's dressed...strangely."
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Soap chuckled "I don't really care lad, I'm just tryin' to get a job done."
Styra sniffs the air "Empath. True Empath at that." she shrugged. Lore chuckled "Most likely has good powers at that. Psychic most likely."
He seems to be...asking the birds how their day was.
"Whatever floats your boat."
"Should one of us talk to them? I'm no good with empaths... I usually try to kill them as soon as they try to get me to open up."
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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.
Eito gets pinned against the tree as a barrage of daggers fills the air and ends up only centimeters from hitting someplace that would've been bad. Kelipso bares his teeth and stalks forward, eyes burning.
“Alright. It’s nice to meet you.”
Eito chuckles nervously. “Alright, not a religious man. I got it. Please don’t kill me. I’m not exaggerating when I say that I will explode and kill you as well if I die.”
They grin "Who are you?"
"I've tried to die, I keep coming back." he rolled his eyes and pulled the daggers out one by one "But never talk to me about religion again."
Theren is sitting in his room, head between his knees.
Phoenix is wandering around outside.
Leo is talking to Festus.
Bird King is sitting in a field with all his birds surrounding him.
Jack sitting in a tree, studying a map while grumbling to himself.
Soap is speaking in Spanish to someone over a comm, his voice angry. Lock and Romero are listening, concerned.
Lore is with Styra, helping her complete a potion.
There is a loud rumbling noise as Bird King walks under them, humming to himself.
Phoenix walks over, a smile playing on his lips as he listens in.
Theren peeks over at them
Jack watches, raising a brow in curiosity.
Soap turns off the comms and grumbles "Sorry Alejandro, but I'm stuck but no I'll send those reports right away." He says sarcastically to himself.
Styra brings over bundles of herbs, the centaur carrying large bags on her flanks. Lore nods and takes it, burning the herbs in the fire. Plumes of blue smoke fill the air gently.
Bird King sits down heavily, speaking in an old dialect to some birds.
"You alright mate?'
Theren walks over. "Hey, what's going on?"
Jack listens intently.
Soap rolled his eyes "Mn, simply hating my superiors." he chuckled brightly "Alejandro managed to establish a connection from here to there."
Styra looked up and beamed "Hola Theren." Lore chuckled "Making something."
Make a history check.
"They don't listen to them, duh."
"Nice..." he seems preoccupied in his mind. "I saw a newcomer walking into town. He's dressed...strangely."
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Soap chuckled "I don't really care lad, I'm just tryin' to get a job done."
Styra sniffs the air "Empath. True Empath at that." she shrugged. Lore chuckled "Most likely has good powers at that. Psychic most likely."
He seems to be...asking the birds how their day was.
"Whatever floats your boat."
"Should one of us talk to them? I'm no good with empaths... I usually try to kill them as soon as they try to get me to open up."
Jack chuckles lightly.
Soap chuckles and ruffles his hair before walking over to Romero and Lock.
Lore looks over at Styra who looks offended. "No! Lore Azain, not again." She huffs.
Eito gets pinned against the tree as a barrage of daggers fills the air and ends up only centimeters from hitting someplace that would've been bad. Kelipso bares his teeth and stalks forward, eyes burning.
“Alright. It’s nice to meet you.”
Eito chuckles nervously. “Alright, not a religious man. I got it. Please don’t kill me. I’m not exaggerating when I say that I will explode and kill you as well if I die.”
They grin "Who are you?"
"I've tried to die, I keep coming back." he rolled his eyes and pulled the daggers out one by one "But never talk to me about religion again."
“I’m a traveler and a necromancer. Currently here on a mission.”
“Yes sir.”
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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.
The Anderson Family has a rich lineage of skilled demolition experts. Maria Anderson, a retired soldier who served in the engineering corps, was a highly proficient demolition expert in her company before settling down with her husband, Peter Ironguard. Peter also specialized in demolition work for a mining company, and his expertise was highly respected in the industry. Together, they had three sons: Dell, Abraham, and Isaiah.
Dell, the eldest, possessed remarkable strength but was slightly shorter than his brothers as he matured. He inherited his parents' passion for constructing things and would often retreat to the family barn to craft impressive inventions, focusing on combining his strength with precision engineering. He would build their bombs and explosives for family use. He also built his youngest brother, Isaiah, a new arm and metal jaw after the accident.
Abraham, the middle son, embraced his parents' profession and mastered the art of handling explosives with precision. He was known for his meticulous approach and innovative techniques, which earned him a strong reputation in the field. In contrast to his brothers, Abraham had darker skin and hair, a mystery that intrigued his parents and led them to explore their family's heritage in more detail.
Isaiah, the youngest, displayed great promise as an explosion expert until an unfortunate accident left him severely injured, resulting in the loss of his arm and jaw. Following the incident, he remained isolated from the outside world, his parents never letting him leave the farm. Despite his physical limitations, Isaiah continued to contribute to the family's work by providing valuable insights and ideas, using his deep understanding of explosives and engineering principles.
The Anderson Family has a rich lineage of skilled demolition experts. Maria Anderson, a retired soldier who served in the engineering corps, was a highly proficient demolition expert in her company before settling down with her husband, Peter Ironguard. Peter also specialized in demolition work for a mining company, and his expertise was highly respected in the industry. Together, they had three sons: Dell, Abraham, and Isaiah.
Dell, the eldest, possessed remarkable strength but was slightly shorter than his brothers as he matured. He inherited his parents' passion for constructing things and would often retreat to the family barn to craft impressive inventions, focusing on combining his strength with precision engineering. He would build their bombs and explosives for family use. He also built his youngest brother, Isaiah, a new arm and metal jaw after the accident.
Abraham, the middle son, embraced his parents' profession and mastered the art of handling explosives with precision. He was known for his meticulous approach and innovative techniques, which earned him a strong reputation in the field. In contrast to his brothers, Abraham had darker skin and hair, a mystery that intrigued his parents and led them to explore their family's heritage in more detail.
Isaiah, the youngest, displayed great promise as an explosion expert until an unfortunate accident left him severely injured, resulting in the loss of his arm and jaw. Following the incident, he remained isolated from the outside world, his parents never letting him leave the farm. Despite his physical limitations, Isaiah continued to contribute to the family's work by providing valuable insights and ideas, using his deep understanding of explosives and engineering principles.
*niceee*
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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.
A young man, about 29 years old, is walking down the street. He wears a black zip-up jacket with a white shirt underneath, he has slightly messy blonde hair and warm, almost chocolate-like, brown eyes. He wears blue jeans and boots and a black baseball cap that sits backwards on his head. His hands are tucked in his pocket as he surveys the area with a smile playing on his lips.
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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.
Make a history check.
"They don't listen to them, duh."
"Nice..." he seems preoccupied in his mind. "I saw a newcomer walking into town. He's dressed...strangely."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Alright. It’s nice to meet you.”
Eito chuckles nervously. “Alright, not a religious man. I got it. Please don’t kill me. I’m not exaggerating when I say that I will explode and kill you as well if I die.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“You’re a creature. I’m a creature.”
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 a demigod. Not a creature."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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Soap chuckled "I don't really care lad, I'm just tryin' to get a job done."
Styra sniffs the air "Empath. True Empath at that." she shrugged. Lore chuckled "Most likely has good powers at that. Psychic most likely."
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 seems to be...asking the birds how their day was.
"Whatever floats your boat."
"Should one of us talk to them? I'm no good with empaths... I usually try to kill them as soon as they try to get me to open up."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They grin "Who are you?"
"I've tried to die, I keep coming back." he rolled his eyes and pulled the daggers out one by one "But never talk to me about religion again."
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
Jack chuckles lightly.
Soap chuckles and ruffles his hair before walking over to Romero and Lock.
Lore looks over at Styra who looks offended. "No! Lore Azain, not again." She huffs.
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
“I’m a traveler and a necromancer. Currently here on a mission.”
“Yes sir.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Bird King looks up at them
"Never do that again."
"Oh come on Styra! Please?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*BRB, making a few characters.*
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
*oki*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Anderson Family has a rich lineage of skilled demolition experts. Maria Anderson, a retired soldier who served in the engineering corps, was a highly proficient demolition expert in her company before settling down with her husband, Peter Ironguard. Peter also specialized in demolition work for a mining company, and his expertise was highly respected in the industry. Together, they had three sons: Dell, Abraham, and Isaiah.
Dell, the eldest, possessed remarkable strength but was slightly shorter than his brothers as he matured. He inherited his parents' passion for constructing things and would often retreat to the family barn to craft impressive inventions, focusing on combining his strength with precision engineering. He would build their bombs and explosives for family use. He also built his youngest brother, Isaiah, a new arm and metal jaw after the accident.
Abraham, the middle son, embraced his parents' profession and mastered the art of handling explosives with precision. He was known for his meticulous approach and innovative techniques, which earned him a strong reputation in the field. In contrast to his brothers, Abraham had darker skin and hair, a mystery that intrigued his parents and led them to explore their family's heritage in more detail.
Isaiah, the youngest, displayed great promise as an explosion expert until an unfortunate accident left him severely injured, resulting in the loss of his arm and jaw. Following the incident, he remained isolated from the outside world, his parents never letting him leave the farm. Despite his physical limitations, Isaiah continued to contribute to the family's work by providing valuable insights and ideas, using his deep understanding of explosives and engineering principles.
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
*niceee*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*characters for now*
Theren is trying out his hand at swordplay.
Leo is sleeping next to Festus.
Phoenix is making soup.
Bird King is talking to his birds.
-new intro-
A young man, about 29 years old, is walking down the street. He wears a black zip-up jacket with a white shirt underneath, he has slightly messy blonde hair and warm, almost chocolate-like, brown eyes. He wears blue jeans and boots and a black baseball cap that sits backwards on his head. His hands are tucked in his pocket as he surveys the area with a smile playing on his lips.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(hello)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*hi*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(how are you)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*good, if u wanna rp my characters are above. and are you doing ok?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(Nope :D )
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin