He salutes and walks inside the tavern. He sets Blitz down on a couch and grins behind his mask "Which leg?"
'Pretty music' she signs and beams.
"Right leg?"
"Thank you." he signs back.
He gently lifts his leg and sniffs "Mn, does smell like a broken bone of sorts, maybe the fibula or tibia.."
She beams and extends a hand 'My name is Miriam!' she signs.
He chuckles. "How can you tell that by a smell?"
He shakes her hand. "Theren Dotsk." he signs back
"Mhm, scent glands on the roof of my mouth." he chuckles "Surprised that it hasn't been ruined by smoking." he chuckles.
She curtsies "A pleasure.' she signs
"Oh...."
"The pleasure is all mine." he signs back with a bow.
He chuckles and tilts his head, pulling off his gloves. He runs his hand over the skin of their leg, his hands glowing as if a fire was burning in them. The bone begins to knit back together slowly as he closes his eyes, focusing.
She grins "How long have you been playing?' she signs.
He salutes and walks inside the tavern. He sets Blitz down on a couch and grins behind his mask "Which leg?"
'Pretty music' she signs and beams.
"Right leg?"
"Thank you." he signs back.
He gently lifts his leg and sniffs "Mn, does smell like a broken bone of sorts, maybe the fibula or tibia.."
She beams and extends a hand 'My name is Miriam!' she signs.
He chuckles. "How can you tell that by a smell?"
He shakes her hand. "Theren Dotsk." he signs back
"Mhm, scent glands on the roof of my mouth." he chuckles "Surprised that it hasn't been ruined by smoking." he chuckles.
She curtsies "A pleasure.' she signs
"Oh...."
"The pleasure is all mine." he signs back with a bow.
He chuckles and tilts his head, pulling off his gloves. He runs his hand over the skin of their leg, his hands glowing as if a fire was burning in them. The bone begins to knit back together slowly as he closes his eyes, focusing.
She grins "How long have you been playing?' she signs.
Blitz grunts in pain as he sits there.
"A few years."
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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.
The air stills as a golden spire of light shines straight to the heavens from the woods. A shout of rage is heard as the wind picks up, animals feeling from the light. Magical energy envelops the woods making magic more potent and dangerous.
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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.
He salutes and walks inside the tavern. He sets Blitz down on a couch and grins behind his mask "Which leg?"
'Pretty music' she signs and beams.
"Right leg?"
"Thank you." he signs back.
He gently lifts his leg and sniffs "Mn, does smell like a broken bone of sorts, maybe the fibula or tibia.."
She beams and extends a hand 'My name is Miriam!' she signs.
He chuckles. "How can you tell that by a smell?"
He shakes her hand. "Theren Dotsk." he signs back
"Mhm, scent glands on the roof of my mouth." he chuckles "Surprised that it hasn't been ruined by smoking." he chuckles.
She curtsies "A pleasure.' she signs
"Oh...."
"The pleasure is all mine." he signs back with a bow.
He chuckles and tilts his head, pulling off his gloves. He runs his hand over the skin of their leg, his hands glowing as if a fire was burning in them. The bone begins to knit back together slowly as he closes his eyes, focusing.
She grins "How long have you been playing?' she signs.
Blitz grunts in pain as he sits there.
"A few years."
He pulls away and chuckles, tilting his head "Any better?"
He salutes and walks inside the tavern. He sets Blitz down on a couch and grins behind his mask "Which leg?"
'Pretty music' she signs and beams.
"Right leg?"
"Thank you." he signs back.
He gently lifts his leg and sniffs "Mn, does smell like a broken bone of sorts, maybe the fibula or tibia.."
She beams and extends a hand 'My name is Miriam!' she signs.
He chuckles. "How can you tell that by a smell?"
He shakes her hand. "Theren Dotsk." he signs back
"Mhm, scent glands on the roof of my mouth." he chuckles "Surprised that it hasn't been ruined by smoking." he chuckles.
She curtsies "A pleasure.' she signs
"Oh...."
"The pleasure is all mine." he signs back with a bow.
He chuckles and tilts his head, pulling off his gloves. He runs his hand over the skin of their leg, his hands glowing as if a fire was burning in them. The bone begins to knit back together slowly as he closes his eyes, focusing.
She grins "How long have you been playing?' she signs.
Blitz grunts in pain as he sits there.
"A few years."
He pulls away and chuckles, tilting his head "Any better?"
"Amazing!" she signs, clapping her hands.
"Way better. Thank you."
Theren smiles a bit.
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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.
He salutes and walks inside the tavern. He sets Blitz down on a couch and grins behind his mask "Which leg?"
'Pretty music' she signs and beams.
"Right leg?"
"Thank you." he signs back.
He gently lifts his leg and sniffs "Mn, does smell like a broken bone of sorts, maybe the fibula or tibia.."
She beams and extends a hand 'My name is Miriam!' she signs.
He chuckles. "How can you tell that by a smell?"
He shakes her hand. "Theren Dotsk." he signs back
"Mhm, scent glands on the roof of my mouth." he chuckles "Surprised that it hasn't been ruined by smoking." he chuckles.
She curtsies "A pleasure.' she signs
"Oh...."
"The pleasure is all mine." he signs back with a bow.
He chuckles and tilts his head, pulling off his gloves. He runs his hand over the skin of their leg, his hands glowing as if a fire was burning in them. The bone begins to knit back together slowly as he closes his eyes, focusing.
She grins "How long have you been playing?' she signs.
Blitz grunts in pain as he sits there.
"A few years."
He pulls away and chuckles, tilting his head "Any better?"
He salutes and walks inside the tavern. He sets Blitz down on a couch and grins behind his mask "Which leg?"
'Pretty music' she signs and beams.
"Right leg?"
"Thank you." he signs back.
He gently lifts his leg and sniffs "Mn, does smell like a broken bone of sorts, maybe the fibula or tibia.."
She beams and extends a hand 'My name is Miriam!' she signs.
He chuckles. "How can you tell that by a smell?"
He shakes her hand. "Theren Dotsk." he signs back
"Mhm, scent glands on the roof of my mouth." he chuckles "Surprised that it hasn't been ruined by smoking." he chuckles.
She curtsies "A pleasure.' she signs
"Oh...."
"The pleasure is all mine." he signs back with a bow.
He chuckles and tilts his head, pulling off his gloves. He runs his hand over the skin of their leg, his hands glowing as if a fire was burning in them. The bone begins to knit back together slowly as he closes his eyes, focusing.
She grins "How long have you been playing?' she signs.
Blitz grunts in pain as he sits there.
"A few years."
He pulls away and chuckles, tilting his head "Any better?"
"Amazing!" she signs, clapping her hands.
"Way better. Thank you."
Theren smiles a bit.
He nods and stands up.
She sits down and messes with her lute.
Blitz stands as well. "Can I, ah, buy you a drink?"
"You play as well?" he signs.
*is your last character still open?*
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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.
"Mhm, scent glands on the roof of my mouth." he chuckles "Surprised that it hasn't been ruined by smoking." he chuckles.
She curtsies "A pleasure.' she signs
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
"Oh...."
"The pleasure is all mine." he signs back with a bow.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He chuckles and tilts his head, pulling off his gloves. He runs his hand over the skin of their leg, his hands glowing as if a fire was burning in them. The bone begins to knit back together slowly as he closes his eyes, focusing.
She grins "How long have you been playing?' she signs.
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
Blitz grunts in pain as he sits there.
"A few years."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The air stills as a golden spire of light shines straight to the heavens from the woods. A shout of rage is heard as the wind picks up, animals feeling from the light. Magical energy envelops the woods making magic more potent and dangerous.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He pulls away and chuckles, tilting his head "Any better?"
"Amazing!" she signs, clapping her hands.
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
"Way better. Thank you."
Theren smiles a bit.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods and stands up.
She sits down and messes with her lute.
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
Blitz stands as well. "Can I, ah, buy you a drink?"
"You play as well?" he signs.
*is your last character still open?*
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
*yo*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*thanks ^^*
(who do you have open)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*also good morning folks*
(how are you doing)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*I'm oki, heading to school*
(fun. I have to deal with social studies presentations and then I should be free to rp)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
(at least that's done with)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*welp, characters for anyone who comes on:*
Aspen is exploring the town, the air chilly around him
Rory is being yelled at again. He looks tired
Anastasius is in his room, apparently not feeling well
Efflorence is enjoying the morning
Gravedigger goes over to them "leave this man alone"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin