HC is the tavern, shuffling two decks of cards with a mad grin. One a deck playing cards the other tarot cards, occasionally pulling three cards from the deck before putting them back and shuffling again. Desc:
A man with blue skin ,he isn't wearing anything on his chest or feet but is wearing pants. He is 5'10 and 141 pounds. He has a single very unique revolver in his holster and is wearing X shaped sunglasses. He seems to be completely insane and happy with it.
Geto is walking through the woods, looking for nothing in particular, letting fate lead him. Desc:
A tall Japanese man in traditional Japanese attire, his hands always in his sleeves and a neutral look on his face with an underlying hatred in his eyes whenever he see someone without magical abilities.
Lore is sitting in her room, the door barred with ice. She is grumbling while she sits on her bed, petting her dogs.
Richard is sitting inside the shrine, polishing his nails.
Xan is sitting on the tavern roof, smoking.
There is a light knock on the door.
She snarls something in infernal that sounds close to 'go away'
The knock is heard again.
She puts her head under her pillow and sighs.
"ok...I'm just gonna come inside." a figure glides through the door, more of an apparition than a ghost.
"Gods, it's like you never heard of just going away." She snarls.
"Well I made a vow not to do that." the voice says.
"You got twenty seconds to explain what the hells you want before I rip your spirit to shreds."
The spirit sighs. "You know...the Lore I fell for did not always act so violently." Theren says sadly.
"Yeah? We gonna play it that way?" She asked, chuckling "the Theren I loved and would die for was not a Chaos God."
"Well...funny you should mention that....that's not me...again..." Theren sighs, rubbing his spiritual face. "I'm being held under the main superstructure. There's...theres a portal of sorts down here."
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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.
Lore is sitting in her room, the door barred with ice. She is grumbling while she sits on her bed, petting her dogs.
Richard is sitting inside the shrine, polishing his nails.
Xan is sitting on the tavern roof, smoking.
There is a light knock on the door.
She snarls something in infernal that sounds close to 'go away'
The knock is heard again.
She puts her head under her pillow and sighs.
"ok...I'm just gonna come inside." a figure glides through the door, more of an apparition than a ghost.
"Gods, it's like you never heard of just going away." She snarls.
"Well I made a vow not to do that." the voice says.
"You got twenty seconds to explain what the hells you want before I rip your spirit to shreds."
The spirit sighs. "You know...the Lore I fell for did not always act so violently." Theren says sadly.
"Yeah? We gonna play it that way?" She asked, chuckling "the Theren I loved and would die for was not a Chaos God."
"Well...funny you should mention that....that's not me...again..." Theren sighs, rubbing his spiritual face. "I'm being held under the main superstructure. There's...theres a portal of sorts down here."
She rubs her face and sighs "Again..." She says and stands up "How, why, when?"
"Well...funny you should mention that....that's not me...again..." Theren sighs, rubbing his spiritual face. "I'm being held under the main superstructure. There's...theres a portal of sorts down here."
She rubs her face and sighs "Again..." She says and stands up "How, why, when?"
Spirit Theren raises his arms in a shrug. "How: I was caught off guard. I was getting you flowers and stuff and he just took me. Why: He lost everything and went berserk. Killing everyone from his timeline. When: A few days ago.."
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The knock is heard again.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A man with blue skin ,he isn't wearing anything on his chest or feet but is wearing pants. He is 5'10 and 141 pounds. He has a single very unique revolver in his holster and is wearing X shaped sunglasses. He seems to be completely insane and happy with it.
Geto is walking through the woods, looking for nothing in particular, letting fate lead him. Desc:
A tall Japanese man in traditional Japanese attire, his hands always in his sleeves and a neutral look on his face with an underlying hatred in his eyes whenever he see someone without magical abilities.
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
She puts her head under her pillow and sighs.
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
The seal continues to bark while waddling toward the Compound.
Life's amusing and it knows
"ok...I'm just gonna come inside." a figure glides through the door, more of an apparition than a ghost.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Halt." one says
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Gods, it's like you never heard of just going away." She snarls.
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
"Well I made a vow not to do that." the voice says.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The seal barks at the Guard.
Life's amusing and it knows
"do not come any closer....seal.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You got twenty seconds to explain what the hells you want before I rip your spirit to shreds."
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
Echo sits next to him
psychopath ^-^
Xan raises a brow "Hey Echo."
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
The spirit sighs. "You know...the Lore I fell for did not always act so violently." Theren says sadly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Yeah? We gonna play it that way?" She asked, chuckling "the Theren I loved and would die for was not a Chaos God."
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
"Well...funny you should mention that....that's not me...again..." Theren sighs, rubbing his spiritual face. "I'm being held under the main superstructure. There's...theres a portal of sorts down here."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"hoi"
psychopath ^-^
She rubs her face and sighs "Again..." She says and stands up "How, why, when?"
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
"Hmm, think you can whip up a burger and fries for me?"
Quinn tilts his head, hopping down and heading into the AT-AT, "You ok Korh?"
Spirit Theren raises his arms in a shrug. "How: I was caught off guard. I was getting you flowers and stuff and he just took me. Why: He lost everything and went berserk. Killing everyone from his timeline. When: A few days ago.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.