Rag is in the forest getting firewood by pulling trees out of the ground with his bare hands and chopping them to sizable parts with his axe.
Damian is taking care of his garden right outside of the tavern. The peppers are doing well but the onions are doing terribly, Damian is looking confused and is writing down more notes.
*Anybody? If not I’ll be workshopping characters.*
"Daily..? Hmm... Thats... A lot of a habit to just start so suddenly..."
“It’s pretty relaxing.” Roran reassures. “Go ahead and try it now actually. It’s like a little head scratching.”
"... I can try, I suppose..." She begins to brush her hair, buts shes clearly pushing too hard, and her imprecise 8 DEX hands definitely dont help much..
Roran tries to help her through it. “How does that feel?”
"Its.... Definitely different than before. Almost... Nostalgic in a way.. But I don't know to what"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
“I-“ He falters. “I can.. stay here for a little while. I don’t mind.”
"Good..." He stands up and wipes his nose on his sleeve. "I'll show you my room. I've had a lot of time to furnish it."
“Not going to buy me dinner first? You rascal.” Roran grins jokingly. “But yes, I’d love to see your furniture.”
"I still owe you, don't I?" He beckons Roran up the stairs. "I'll get you some food later."
Roran follows. “I’ll be looking forward to it.”
He unlocks his door, and grins at Roran before opening the door. Roran is suddenly bathed in warm light as the sun sets in the horizon, shown wonderfully from the huge windows in the room. Bookshelves adorn the wall, and small patterns are carved into the window sill and shelves. Potted plants are hanging from both the ceiling and off the sides of some of the bookshelves. A couch is sat facing the large window, and more than a few open books are pilled by it. Two doorways offshoot from this entry room, and both are carved with different patterns. "Isn't it wonderful?"
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Harrison is outside, in the new ashy clearing in the forest, cutting something out of sheet metal with a saw. His huge mech is kneeling beside him with it's ceiling hatch open.
A stone shrine, dilapidated and dusty, appears under a tree by the tavern. A bas-relief on it's surface depicts an armored figure with a spear impaling 5 people in a line. A strange inscription, in an unknown language, is carved into it's base.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Harrison is outside, in the new ashy clearing in the forest, cutting something out of sheet metal with a saw. His huge mech is kneeling beside him with it's ceiling hatch open.
A stone shrine, dilapidated and dusty, appears under a tree by the tavern. A bas-relief on its surface depicts an armored figure with a spear impaling 5 people in a line. A strange inscription, in an unknown language, is carved into its base.
Thirteen kneels by the shrine, inspecting it. He casts comprehend languages on himself.
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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.
Harrison is outside, in the new ashy clearing in the forest, cutting something out of sheet metal with a saw. His huge mech is kneeling beside him with it's ceiling hatch open.
A stone shrine, dilapidated and dusty, appears under a tree by the tavern. A bas-relief on its surface depicts an armored figure with a spear impaling 5 people in a line. A strange inscription, in an unknown language, is carved into its base.
Thirteen kneels by the shrine, inspecting it. He casts comprehend languages on himself.
The inscription reads "Un-Sivram, The God of Endless Conquest." In smaller, neater text, it reads "Sivram seeks the conquest of all matter. He can teach the songs of violence. His conquest is endless, and so he is doomed. Make no offerings."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Harrison is outside, in the new ashy clearing in the forest, cutting something out of sheet metal with a saw. His huge mech is kneeling beside him with it's ceiling hatch open.
A stone shrine, dilapidated and dusty, appears under a tree by the tavern. A bas-relief on its surface depicts an armored figure with a spear impaling 5 people in a line. A strange inscription, in an unknown language, is carved into its base.
Thirteen kneels by the shrine, inspecting it. He casts comprehend languages on himself.
The inscription reads "Un-Sivram, The God of Endless Conquest." In smaller, neater text, it reads "Sivram seeks the conquest of all matter. He can teach the songs of violence. His conquest is endless, and so he is doomed. Make no offerings."
“Hmm… This name seems familiar.” History check: 27
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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.
Harrison is outside, in the new ashy clearing in the forest, cutting something out of sheet metal with a saw. His huge mech is kneeling beside him with it's ceiling hatch open.
A stone shrine, dilapidated and dusty, appears under a tree by the tavern. A bas-relief on its surface depicts an armored figure with a spear impaling 5 people in a line. A strange inscription, in an unknown language, is carved into its base.
Thirteen kneels by the shrine, inspecting it. He casts comprehend languages on himself.
The inscription reads "Un-Sivram, The God of Endless Conquest." In smaller, neater text, it reads "Sivram seeks the conquest of all matter. He can teach the songs of violence. His conquest is endless, and so he is doomed. Make no offerings."
“Hmm… This name seems familiar.” History check: 23
The name comes from a dead mythology named "atru". The main basis of the mythology was that the creator god, Yisun, split into two, had children, creating 777,777 gods. The mythos ended when the gods were divided themselves into 777,777 worlds, creating the universe. Shrines to them still exist, and clerics can be granted divine power from more prominent gods.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Ill be on for like 10 mins. Then Ill be back at 2*
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
Harrison is outside, in the new ashy clearing in the forest, cutting something out of sheet metal with a saw. His huge mech is kneeling beside him with it's ceiling hatch open.
A stone shrine, dilapidated and dusty, appears under a tree by the tavern. A bas-relief on its surface depicts an armored figure with a spear impaling 5 people in a line. A strange inscription, in an unknown language, is carved into its base.
Thirteen kneels by the shrine, inspecting it. He casts comprehend languages on himself.
The inscription reads "Un-Sivram, The God of Endless Conquest." In smaller, neater text, it reads "Sivram seeks the conquest of all matter. He can teach the songs of violence. His conquest is endless, and so he is doomed. Make no offerings."
“Hmm… This name seems familiar.” History check: 23
The name comes from a dead mythology named "atru". The main basis of the mythology was that the creator god, Yisun, split into two, had children, creating 777,777 gods. The mythos ended when the gods were divided themselves into 777,777 worlds, creating the universe. Shrines to them still exist, and clerics can be granted divine power from more prominent gods.
“Intriguing. It reminds me a bit of the old legends of Piersk.” Thirteen stands, marking this in his journal.
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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.
Harrison is outside, in the new ashy clearing in the forest, cutting something out of sheet metal with a saw. His huge mech is kneeling beside him with it's ceiling hatch open.
A stone shrine, dilapidated and dusty, appears under a tree by the tavern. A bas-relief on its surface depicts an armored figure with a spear impaling 5 people in a line. A strange inscription, in an unknown language, is carved into its base.
Thirteen kneels by the shrine, inspecting it. He casts comprehend languages on himself.
The inscription reads "Un-Sivram, The God of Endless Conquest." In smaller, neater text, it reads "Sivram seeks the conquest of all matter. He can teach the songs of violence. His conquest is endless, and so he is doomed. Make no offerings."
“Hmm… This name seems familiar.” History check: 23
The name comes from a dead mythology named "atru". The main basis of the mythology was that the creator god, Yisun, split into two, had children, creating 777,777 gods. The mythos ended when the gods were divided themselves into 777,777 worlds, creating the universe. Shrines to them still exist, and clerics can be granted divine power from more prominent gods.
“Intriguing. It reminds me a bit of the old legends of Piersk.” Thirteen stands, marking this in his journal.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
“I-“ He falters. “I can.. stay here for a little while. I don’t mind.”
"Good..." He stands up and wipes his nose on his sleeve. "I'll show you my room. I've had a lot of time to furnish it."
“Not going to buy me dinner first? You rascal.” Roran grins jokingly. “But yes, I’d love to see your furniture.”
"I still owe you, don't I?" He beckons Roran up the stairs. "I'll get you some food later."
Roran follows. “I’ll be looking forward to it.”
He unlocks his door, and grins at Roran before opening the door. Roran is suddenly bathed in warm light as the sun sets in the horizon, shown wonderfully from the huge windows in the room. Bookshelves adorn the wall, and small patterns are carved into the window sill and shelves. Potted plants are hanging from both the ceiling and off the sides of some of the bookshelves. A couch is sat facing the large window, and more than a few open books are pilled by it. Two doorways offshoot from this entry room, and both are carved with different patterns. "Isn't it wonderful?"
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
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*Anybody? If not I’ll be workshopping characters.*
"Its.... Definitely different than before. Almost... Nostalgic in a way.. But I don't know to what"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
*I gotta go to bed, bye!*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Night!!*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
He unlocks his door, and grins at Roran before opening the door. Roran is suddenly bathed in warm light as the sun sets in the horizon, shown wonderfully from the huge windows in the room. Bookshelves adorn the wall, and small patterns are carved into the window sill and shelves. Potted plants are hanging from both the ceiling and off the sides of some of the bookshelves. A couch is sat facing the large window, and more than a few open books are pilled by it. Two doorways offshoot from this entry room, and both are carved with different patterns. "Isn't it wonderful?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*night!*
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*good morning peeps*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Good morning my friends :D*
*I'm gonna intro soon, whenever some folks are online probably*
*Morning all!*
Harrison is outside, in the new ashy clearing in the forest, cutting something out of sheet metal with a saw. His huge mech is kneeling beside him with it's ceiling hatch open.
A stone shrine, dilapidated and dusty, appears under a tree by the tavern. A bas-relief on it's surface depicts an armored figure with a spear impaling 5 people in a line. A strange inscription, in an unknown language, is carved into it's base.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Thirteen kneels by the shrine, inspecting it. He casts comprehend languages on himself.
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 inscription reads "Un-Sivram, The God of Endless Conquest." In smaller, neater text, it reads "Sivram seeks the conquest of all matter. He can teach the songs of violence. His conquest is endless, and so he is doomed. Make no offerings."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
“Hmm… This name seems familiar.” History check: 27
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 name comes from a dead mythology named "atru". The main basis of the mythology was that the creator god, Yisun, split into two, had children, creating 777,777 gods. The mythos ended when the gods were divided themselves into 777,777 worlds, creating the universe. Shrines to them still exist, and clerics can be granted divine power from more prominent gods.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*cyno, wanna rp?*
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Ill be on for like 10 mins. Then Ill be back at 2*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
“Intriguing. It reminds me a bit of the old legends of Piersk.” Thirteen stands, marking this in his journal.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*polishcore*
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*Yesh but I can only do one interaction rn*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*k* *lemme find the room post.*
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.