Rag places the blade to his side and sits down, leaning against a tree "I am a hunter, and who might you be kind fellow?"
"They call me Whistler." Bowing like a Jester he continues, "Well I say they but I mean." placing a hand on his heart he twirls his fingers around, "I found it strange that a hunter would use a blade instead of a bow, what creature would require something so made for close quarters?"
*For Mauric and Efflore and for anybody else who is near Rene's room at the moment.*
Rene suddenly drops to her knees, covering her mouth with her hand. Crimson liquid seeps from between the cracks as she coughs. Blood hits the bathroom floor, splattering like paint.
She laughs "I should just die at this point. All I do is suffer these days.." tears streak down her freckled cheeks.
*YUP*
There is a knock on her door. "Rene?" ban asks. "You ok in there?" he says, worry in his tone
"Ban.. don't come in.. please.." she said, burying her face in her hands.
"Rene whats wrong?" he asks nervously
"I'm sick.." she said, pressing her forehead against the door.
*For Mauric and Efflore and for anybody else who is near Rene's room at the moment.*
Rene suddenly drops to her knees, covering her mouth with her hand. Crimson liquid seeps from between the cracks as she coughs. Blood hits the bathroom floor, splattering like paint.
She laughs "I should just die at this point. All I do is suffer these days.." tears streak down her freckled cheeks.
*YUP*
There is a knock on her door. "Rene?" ban asks. "You ok in there?" he says, worry in his tone
"Ban.. don't come in.. please.." she said, burying her face in her hands.
"Rene whats wrong?" he asks nervously
"I'm sick.." she said, pressing her forehead against the door.
"how so? Like the flu or something?" he says, sounding rather shaken
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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.
Theren is packing a bag, shoving stuff into it while muttering to himself.
Phoenix is at the shooting range shooting his rifle.
Ban is on the roof of the tavern smoking, his eyes are distant.
“Theren?” It’s Thirteen’s voice. He seems to be looking for you.
Theren starts packing faster.
Thirteen walks in. “Going someplace?”
He ignores him, packing fast
“I know you can hear me. And I’m not leaving.”
Theren finishes packing and slings the bag over his back. He turns and stares down Thirteen. "move."
“No. I want to know what this is all about. You’re not running off.”
Theren looks at the ground. "Thirteen. If you know what's good for you, I suggest you [1gp]ing move."
“I have never known what’s good for me in any situation, unfortunately. And I fashion myself a powerful wizard. You’re not running off.” Thirteen casts mage armor.
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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.
*For Mauric and Efflore and for anybody else who is near Rene's room at the moment.*
Rene suddenly drops to her knees, covering her mouth with her hand. Crimson liquid seeps from between the cracks as she coughs. Blood hits the bathroom floor, splattering like paint.
She laughs "I should just die at this point. All I do is suffer these days.." tears streak down her freckled cheeks.
*YUP*
There is a knock on her door. "Rene?" ban asks. "You ok in there?" he says, worry in his tone
"Ban.. don't come in.. please.." she said, burying her face in her hands.
"Rene whats wrong?" he asks nervously
"I'm sick.." she said, pressing her forehead against the door.
"how so? Like the flu or something?" he says, sounding rather shaken
She opens the door. Her tanktop and mouth are stained with blood that she has coughed up. "My lungs are filling with blood again.."
*For Mauric and Efflore and for anybody else who is near Rene's room at the moment.*
Rene suddenly drops to her knees, covering her mouth with her hand. Crimson liquid seeps from between the cracks as she coughs. Blood hits the bathroom floor, splattering like paint.
She laughs "I should just die at this point. All I do is suffer these days.." tears streak down her freckled cheeks.
Mauric hugs her. “You should probably see a doctor.”
*Oh god I’m debating having Mauric stab her. He probably would do so, but also this is a really cool character*
*HEHEHEHEHEHEH YES.*
She grips his shoulder "Please.. I hate constantly knowing that I am going to die just because the breeze blows past me." She said, tears flowing down her cheeks and on to the ground.
“Well I might be able to help.” Mauric unbuckles his glaive.
*should i? Just making sure*
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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 packing a bag, shoving stuff into it while muttering to himself.
Phoenix is at the shooting range shooting his rifle.
Ban is on the roof of the tavern smoking, his eyes are distant.
“Theren?” It’s Thirteen’s voice. He seems to be looking for you.
Theren starts packing faster.
Thirteen walks in. “Going someplace?”
He ignores him, packing fast
“I know you can hear me. And I’m not leaving.”
Theren finishes packing and slings the bag over his back. He turns and stares down Thirteen. "move."
“No. I want to know what this is all about. You’re not running off.”
Theren looks at the ground. "Thirteen. If you know what's good for you, I suggest you [1gp]ing move."
“I have never known what’s good for me in any situation, unfortunately. And I fashion myself a powerful wizard. You’re not running off.” Thirteen casts mage armor.
"And i pride myself as someone who could rend the flesh from your bones and leave you sobbing on the floor." he says evenly.
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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.
*For Mauric and Efflore and for anybody else who is near Rene's room at the moment.*
Rene suddenly drops to her knees, covering her mouth with her hand. Crimson liquid seeps from between the cracks as she coughs. Blood hits the bathroom floor, splattering like paint.
She laughs "I should just die at this point. All I do is suffer these days.." tears streak down her freckled cheeks.
*YUP*
There is a knock on her door. "Rene?" ban asks. "You ok in there?" he says, worry in his tone
"Ban.. don't come in.. please.." she said, burying her face in her hands.
"Rene whats wrong?" he asks nervously
"I'm sick.." she said, pressing her forehead against the door.
"how so? Like the flu or something?" he says, sounding rather shaken
She opens the door. Her tanktop and mouth are stained with blood that she has coughed up. "My lungs are filling with blood again.."
Ban looks shocked. "P-please let me help. Accept my offer...please Rene..."
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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.
*For Mauric and Efflore and for anybody else who is near Rene's room at the moment.*
Rene suddenly drops to her knees, covering her mouth with her hand. Crimson liquid seeps from between the cracks as she coughs. Blood hits the bathroom floor, splattering like paint.
She laughs "I should just die at this point. All I do is suffer these days.." tears streak down her freckled cheeks.
Mauric hugs her. “You should probably see a doctor.”
*Oh god I’m debating having Mauric stab her. He probably would do so, but also this is a really cool character*
*HEHEHEHEHEHEH YES.*
She grips his shoulder "Please.. I hate constantly knowing that I am going to die just because the breeze blows past me." She said, tears flowing down her cheeks and on to the ground.
“Well I might be able to help.” Mauric unbuckles his glaive.
*should i? Just making sure*
*Dude, murdering characters is my hobby. This is okie dokie. Just a warning, Theren's character Ban come after Mauric if he does do that.*
Theren is packing a bag, shoving stuff into it while muttering to himself.
Phoenix is at the shooting range shooting his rifle.
Ban is on the roof of the tavern smoking, his eyes are distant.
“Theren?” It’s Thirteen’s voice. He seems to be looking for you.
Theren starts packing faster.
Thirteen walks in. “Going someplace?”
He ignores him, packing fast
“I know you can hear me. And I’m not leaving.”
Theren finishes packing and slings the bag over his back. He turns and stares down Thirteen. "move."
“No. I want to know what this is all about. You’re not running off.”
Theren looks at the ground. "Thirteen. If you know what's good for you, I suggest you [1gp]ing move."
“I have never known what’s good for me in any situation, unfortunately. And I fashion myself a powerful wizard. You’re not running off.” Thirteen casts mage armor.
"And i pride myself as someone who could rend the flesh from your bones and leave you sobbing on the floor." he says evenly.
“I have shed tears five times in as many centuries. And allergies and demon ichor don’t count.”
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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.
*For Mauric and Efflore and for anybody else who is near Rene's room at the moment.*
Rene suddenly drops to her knees, covering her mouth with her hand. Crimson liquid seeps from between the cracks as she coughs. Blood hits the bathroom floor, splattering like paint.
She laughs "I should just die at this point. All I do is suffer these days.." tears streak down her freckled cheeks.
Mauric hugs her. “You should probably see a doctor.”
*Oh god I’m debating having Mauric stab her. He probably would do so, but also this is a really cool character*
*HEHEHEHEHEHEH YES.*
She grips his shoulder "Please.. I hate constantly knowing that I am going to die just because the breeze blows past me." She said, tears flowing down her cheeks and on to the ground.
“Well I might be able to help.” Mauric unbuckles his glaive.
*should i? Just making sure*
*Dude, murdering characters is my hobby. This is okie dokie. Just a warning, Theren's character Ban come after Mauric if he does do that.*
Rene smiles "Thank you.. You're very kind.."
*HE MOST CENTAINLY WILL*
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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.
*For Mauric and Efflore and for anybody else who is near Rene's room at the moment.*
Rene suddenly drops to her knees, covering her mouth with her hand. Crimson liquid seeps from between the cracks as she coughs. Blood hits the bathroom floor, splattering like paint.
She laughs "I should just die at this point. All I do is suffer these days.." tears streak down her freckled cheeks.
Mauric hugs her. “You should probably see a doctor.”
*Oh god I’m debating having Mauric stab her. He probably would do so, but also this is a really cool character*
*HEHEHEHEHEHEH YES.*
She grips his shoulder "Please.. I hate constantly knowing that I am going to die just because the breeze blows past me." She said, tears flowing down her cheeks and on to the ground.
“Well I might be able to help.” Mauric unbuckles his glaive.
*should i? Just making sure*
*Dude, murdering characters is my hobby. This is okie dokie. Just a warning, Theren's character Ban come after Mauric if he does do that.*
Rene smiles "Thank you.. You're very kind.."
“Yes. Yes I am.” He swings the glaive down.
Attack: 18 Damage: 6
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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.
*For Mauric and Efflore and for anybody else who is near Rene's room at the moment.*
Rene suddenly drops to her knees, covering her mouth with her hand. Crimson liquid seeps from between the cracks as she coughs. Blood hits the bathroom floor, splattering like paint.
She laughs "I should just die at this point. All I do is suffer these days.." tears streak down her freckled cheeks.
*YUP*
There is a knock on her door. "Rene?" ban asks. "You ok in there?" he says, worry in his tone
"Ban.. don't come in.. please.." she said, burying her face in her hands.
"Rene whats wrong?" he asks nervously
"I'm sick.." she said, pressing her forehead against the door.
"how so? Like the flu or something?" he says, sounding rather shaken
She opens the door. Her tanktop and mouth are stained with blood that she has coughed up. "My lungs are filling with blood again.."
Ban looks shocked. "P-please let me help. Accept my offer...please Rene..."
She lowers her gaze to the floor, blood dripping from her chin. In the bathroom, he can see Mauric with their glaive out. "I don't like suffering Ban... I'm not good at it.."
Rag places the blade to his side and sits down, leaning against a tree "I am a hunter, and who might you be kind fellow?"
"They call me Whistler." Bowing like a Jester he continues, "Well I say they but I mean." placing a hand on his heart he twirls his fingers around, "I found it strange that a hunter would use a blade instead of a bow, what creature would require something so made for close quarters?"
"It is not a matter of necessity but a matter of preference. I have mastered the blade so I see no need to use the bow."
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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.
*For Mauric and Efflore and for anybody else who is near Rene's room at the moment.*
Rene suddenly drops to her knees, covering her mouth with her hand. Crimson liquid seeps from between the cracks as she coughs. Blood hits the bathroom floor, splattering like paint.
She laughs "I should just die at this point. All I do is suffer these days.." tears streak down her freckled cheeks.
*YUP*
There is a knock on her door. "Rene?" ban asks. "You ok in there?" he says, worry in his tone
"Ban.. don't come in.. please.." she said, burying her face in her hands.
"Rene whats wrong?" he asks nervously
"I'm sick.." she said, pressing her forehead against the door.
"how so? Like the flu or something?" he says, sounding rather shaken
She opens the door. Her tanktop and mouth are stained with blood that she has coughed up. "My lungs are filling with blood again.."
Ban looks shocked. "P-please let me help. Accept my offer...please Rene..."
She lowers her gaze to the floor, blood dripping from her chin. In the bathroom, he can see Mauric with their glaive out. "I don't like suffering Ban... I'm not good at it.."
"Rene..." he murmurs. "please...."
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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"They call me Whistler." Bowing like a Jester he continues, "Well I say they but I mean." placing a hand on his heart he twirls his fingers around, "I found it strange that a hunter would use a blade instead of a bow, what creature would require something so made for close quarters?"
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
"I'm sick.." she said, pressing her forehead against the door.
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
"Sounds like a fun person to recruit. Is this Ivory demon in the Tavern? What layer number is it? Am I asking too many questions?"
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
"how so? Like the flu or something?" he says, sounding rather shaken
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I have never known what’s good for me in any situation, unfortunately. And I fashion myself a powerful wizard. You’re not running off.” Thirteen casts mage armor.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She opens the door. Her tanktop and mouth are stained with blood that she has coughed up. "My lungs are filling with blood 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
“No, I don’t know, yes.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Well I might be able to help.” Mauric unbuckles his glaive.
*should i? Just making sure*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"And i pride myself as someone who could rend the flesh from your bones and leave you sobbing on the floor." he says evenly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Ban looks shocked. "P-please let me help. Accept my offer...please Rene..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Dude, murdering characters is my hobby. This is okie dokie. Just a warning, Theren's character Ban come after Mauric if he does do that.*
Rene smiles "Thank you.. You're very kind.."
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 have shed tears five times in as many centuries. And allergies and demon ichor don’t count.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*HE MOST CENTAINLY WILL*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They shut up for the time being.
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
“Yes. Yes I am.” He swings the glaive down.
Attack: 18 Damage: 6
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She lowers her gaze to the floor, blood dripping from her chin. In the bathroom, he can see Mauric with their glaive out. "I don't like suffering Ban... I'm not good at 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
"Then the total will be 6." he snarls, eyes going black along with his veins.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"It is not a matter of necessity but a matter of preference. I have mastered the blade so I see no need to use the bow."
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
Finally, they arrive. The pit is about 25 feet in diameter at this point. “Here we are.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Rene..." he murmurs. "please...."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.