*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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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.."
“Yes. Yes I am.” He swings the glaive down.
Attack: 21 Damage: 6
The blade cuts cleanly into her flesh. She stares at the blade between her ribs, smiling. She leans forward kissing the back of their palm "Thank you.."
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."
"Strange, most prefer the safety of distance." Whistler sits down and waves a hand causing the butterflies to slowly die out, "I'm sure this mean the blade is of some legendary metal."
*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...."
She kisses him before shutting the door quietly. Not minutes later, Mauric will most likely emerge.
“Alright.” Thirteen sets off along the edge of town and the woods.
Kinsley poofs into their ferret form and clambers atop him, "Do we know where it leads? Who made it? Any info?"
*crap i missed this post*
“To the layer of Webonai. It was created by a sleeping demon lord known as the Ivory Demon or Riotan.”
"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?"
“No, I don’t know, yes.”
They shut up for the time being.
Finally, they arrive. The pit is about 25 feet in diameter at this point. “Here we are.”
"Cool!" Slinky hops off turning back into Kinsley before clapping their hands, a team of were-ferrets and other guild members appear, "We'll take it from here you can go back to the tavern." they say as warning tape begins getting put up
*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...."
She kisses him before shutting the door quietly. Not minutes later, Mauric will most likely emerge.
Ban stares at the door, in utter shock and disbelief, as tears run down his face.
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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.
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."
"Strange, most prefer the safety of distance." Whistler sits down and waves a hand causing the butterflies to slowly die out, "I'm sure this mean the blade is of some legendary metal."
"Something of the like, I found it on one of my many adventures, but it is not the source of my power." Rag hands him the Greatsword, it's weight leaving a groove in the dirt.
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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.
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: 21 Damage: 6
The blade cuts cleanly into her flesh. She stares at the blade between her ribs, smiling. She leans forward kissing the back of their palm "Thank you.."
Mauric looks uncomfortable. “…normally you would be drugged for this. Sorry.”
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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.."
“Yes. Yes I am.” He swings the glaive down.
Attack: 21 Damage: 6
The blade cuts cleanly into her flesh. She stares at the blade between her ribs, smiling. She leans forward kissing the back of their palm "Thank you.."
Mauric looks uncomfortable. “…normally you would be drugged for this. Sorry.”
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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.
Rene stumbled into the tavern, hacking up blood and bile while one of her familiars, a white dove, tries to push her upstairs. She stumbled into her room, setting aside her mask and robes which have been stained red. She gets in the bathtub and pulls her knees to her chest, mumbling prayers.
Lore is enraged, and it's not hard tell that she is anything but. An area of the forest is coated in layers of deadly ice that encases everything in its cold sheen. She sits in the middle of it, wings unfolded and wrapped around her shoulders like a cloak as she stares at the ground, eyebrows furrowed.
Russ has smoke a whole pack in lass than two hours, grumbling to himself as he sits on the edge of the tavern roof. He keeps looking over a letter, once and then twice, before he summons a fire and burns the letter.
There's a knock on Rene's door after a few moments
Lore hears the sound of footsteps on the ice, approaching cautiously
*should I make another character? I have a slightly neat idea*
She walks over, putting on a white surgical mask, and opens the door.
She turns around, eyes narrowed.
*Ooooh! Yes >:3*
Efflore is there, dressed like a butler, "Um, excuse my intrusion, but are you alright? You um, threw up a lot of blood on your way in"
Aspen is there, hand against a frost covered tree as he walks on the ice, "Hello there."
*Manifesting >:3*
"No.. no really.." she said and hugged herself "I-Im sorry.. I'll clean that up.."
Lore narrows her eyes "Go away."
"No no, we have people for that. Do you... have a medicine you need or healing?" He tilts his head
"I know it's not my business." He nods, "But are you alright? Not many people freeze large areas of the forest when they're right and dandy"
She shakes her head "I could heal myself but my magic disappears when I'm like this.. I'm sorry." She says.
"No. I'm honestly lovely, can't you tell??" She snarls.
He looks around for a moment before sighing, "Usually I'm supposed to charge for things outside my job during work hours. But, I don't think they'd mind" He offers a hand, "It'd hurt a little bit, but want me to help?"
Aspen continues to walk forward, air cold as he sits in the ice across from her, "Whats making you upset, beyond my presence?"
She blinks "You don't have to do that.." she said.
"It's not your presence.. it's something else."
"I don't offer because I have to." He says, "I offer because you're unwell"
"What is it?"
She sighed and leaned her head back "I feel about just 'taking it's however..".
"My husband.."
"You don't need to if you don't want to" He shrugs, lowering hos hand
*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: 21 Damage: 6
The blade cuts cleanly into her flesh. She stares at the blade between her ribs, smiling. She leans forward kissing the back of their palm "Thank you.."
Mauric looks uncomfortable. “…normally you would be drugged for this. Sorry.”
"It's okay... It's nice to know I don't have to suffer much longer.." she said and produced a piece of paper from her pocket "Give this to Thirteen... A necromancer here. I have a job for him.." she asked.
“Alright.” Thirteen sets off along the edge of town and the woods.
Kinsley poofs into their ferret form and clambers atop him, "Do we know where it leads? Who made it? Any info?"
*crap i missed this post*
“To the layer of Webonai. It was created by a sleeping demon lord known as the Ivory Demon or Riotan.”
"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?"
“No, I don’t know, yes.”
They shut up for the time being.
Finally, they arrive. The pit is about 25 feet in diameter at this point. “Here we are.”
"Cool!" Slinky hops off turning back into Kinsley before clapping their hands, a team of were-ferrets and other guild members appear, "We'll take it from here you can go back to the tavern." they say as warning tape begins getting put up
“Alright… what’s your plan for the layer?”
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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 blade cuts cleanly into her flesh. She stares at the blade between her ribs, smiling. She leans forward kissing the back of their palm "Thank you.."
*Nikoli looking at the line about a tavern protective field*
Their is a flicker of light in the room, and a couple seconds of beeping, "Rene TOD logged. Coroner notified. ETA 30 minutes. If a clean up crew is required please say 1." then nothing
*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: 21 Damage: 6
The blade cuts cleanly into her flesh. She stares at the blade between her ribs, smiling. She leans forward kissing the back of their palm "Thank you.."
Mauric looks uncomfortable. “…normally you would be drugged for this. Sorry.”
"It's okay... It's nice to know I don't have to suffer much longer.." she said and produced a piece of paper from her pocket "Give this to Thirteen... A necromancer here. I have a job for him.." she asked.
“Okay.” He takes the paper, and slams the glaive into her forehead.
Attack: 18 Damage: 12
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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.
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."
"Strange, most prefer the safety of distance." Whistler sits down and waves a hand causing the butterflies to slowly die out, "I'm sure this mean the blade is of some legendary metal."
"Something of the like, I found it on one of my many adventures, but it is not the source of my power." Rag hands him the Greatsword, it's weight leaving a groove in the dirt.
Whistler can barely lift it, "Ah my weak summoner body, such sadness"
*:)*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Will it now?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"it will." he says, voice doubling. "Now move."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The blade cuts cleanly into her flesh. She stares at the blade between her ribs, smiling. She leans forward kissing the back of their palm "Thank you.."
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
"Strange, most prefer the safety of distance." Whistler sits down and waves a hand causing the butterflies to slowly die out, "I'm sure this mean the blade is of some legendary metal."
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
She kisses him before shutting the door quietly. Not minutes later, Mauric will most likely emerge.
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
"Cool!" Slinky hops off turning back into Kinsley before clapping their hands, a team of were-ferrets and other guild members appear, "We'll take it from here you can go back to the tavern." they say as warning tape begins getting put up
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
Ban stares at the door, in utter shock and disbelief, as tears run down his face.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Haha, character depression go brrr.*
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
"Something of the like, I found it on one of my many adventures, but it is not the source of my power." Rag hands him the Greatsword, it's weight leaving a groove in the dirt.
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
Mauric looks uncomfortable. “…normally you would be drugged for this. Sorry.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Mauric looks uncomfortable. “…normally you would be drugged for this. Sorry.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“No.” He says simply.
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 don't need to if you don't want to" He shrugs, lowering hos hand
"What did he do?" Aspen asks
"It's okay... It's nice to know I don't have to suffer much longer.." she said and produced a piece of paper from her pocket "Give this to Thirteen... A necromancer here. I have a job for him.." she asked.
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
“Alright… what’s your plan for the layer?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*also ban its abt to beat the crap outta mauric. you good with that?*
"Move Thirteen." he says with a steely tone.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Nikoli looking at the line about a tavern protective field*
Their is a flicker of light in the room, and a couple seconds of beeping, "Rene TOD logged. Coroner notified. ETA 30 minutes. If a clean up crew is required please say 1." then nothing
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
“Okay.” He takes the paper, and slams the glaive into her forehead.
Attack: 18 Damage: 12
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Whistler can barely lift it, "Ah my weak summoner body, such sadness"
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?