"Then don't. I haven't seen Duke Albans since I was twelve. Since I was cursed."
“How were you cursed?”
Finch pulls his shirt over his head, and turns his back to Roran. Across his shoulder blades, and up to his lower neck, is covered in golden feathers. "I guess it turned out okay, though."
Roran reaches out to touch one. “Strange.. I’ve never seen lycanthropy form like this.”
Finch shudders. "I showed my dad, and got kicked out. Whatever. At least it led me here."
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.
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.
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.
"Then don't. I haven't seen Duke Albans since I was twelve. Since I was cursed."
“How were you cursed?”
Finch pulls his shirt over his head, and turns his back to Roran. Across his shoulder blades, and up to his lower neck, is covered in golden feathers. "I guess it turned out okay, though."
Roran reaches out to touch one. “Strange.. I’ve never seen lycanthropy form like this.”
Finch shudders. "I showed my dad, and got kicked out. Whatever. At least it led me here."
“So you don’t know exactly how you were cursed?”
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— 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)
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.
— 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
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.
*Please. Anyone.*
A tall woman with short, dark brown hair and tanned skin steps into the tavern. Her face is set in a hard frown and from her forehead protrudes a unicorn horn. She’s dressed in ornate silver plate mail armor, and a large glaive is slung over her shoulder.
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— 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
A tall woman with short, dark brown hair and tanned skin steps into the tavern. Her face is set in a hard frown and from her forehead protrudes a unicorn horn. She’s dressed in ornate silver plate mail armor, and a large glaive is slung over her shoulder.
Damian stares at her for a few moments, his jaw hitting the ground before shaking his head to get his focus back. He slicks back his hair and waves.
Rag barely notices her as he walks past to get to the fireplace.
A tall woman with short, dark brown hair and tanned skin steps into the tavern. Her face is set in a hard frown and from her forehead protrudes a unicorn horn. She’s dressed in ornate silver plate mail armor, and a large glaive is slung over her shoulder.
Damian stares at her for a few moments, his jaw hitting the ground before shaking his head to get his focus back. He slicks back his hair and waves.
Rag barely notices her as he walks past to get to the fireplace.
“House Listonia is searching for an escaped convict, and will offer a monetary reward for his capture. Alive.” She sticks a wanted poster to the wall with a knife. “Anyone known to be sheltering Lucian Virlo will be arrested. Thank you for you compliance.” She seems to be addressing the room.
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— 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
"Then don't. I haven't seen Duke Albans since I was twelve. Since I was cursed."
“How were you cursed?”
Finch pulls his shirt over his head, and turns his back to Roran. Across his shoulder blades, and up to his lower neck, is covered in golden feathers. "I guess it turned out okay, though."
Roran reaches out to touch one. “Strange.. I’ve never seen lycanthropy form like this.”
Finch shudders. "I showed my dad, and got kicked out. Whatever. At least it led me here."
“So you don’t know exactly how you were cursed?”
"Some homeless dude asked for a coin, tugging on my clothes and stuff. Looking back, I probably should've bought him something when we started chanting." Finch puts his shirt back on, and buttons it up.
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.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
— 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
A tall woman with short, dark brown hair and tanned skin steps into the tavern. Her face is set in a hard frown and from her forehead protrudes a unicorn horn. She’s dressed in ornate silver plate mail armor, and a large glaive is slung over her shoulder.
Damian stares at her for a few moments, his jaw hitting the ground before shaking his head to get his focus back. He slicks back his hair and waves.
Rag barely notices her as he walks past to get to the fireplace.
“House Listonia is searching for an escaped convict, and will offer a monetary reward for his capture. Alive.” She sticks a wanted poster to the wall with a knife. “Anyone known to be sheltering Lucian Virlo will be arrested. Thank you for you compliance.” She seems to be addressing the room.
Rag drops the wood in the fireplace and walks over, his kiss the cool apron still on. He domineers over the women, a smile on his face but the air around him frigid “Excuse me, you are inside of an inn. Bounties don’t apply in here. If you continue after this warning I will have to make you leave, willingly or otherwise.”
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)
"Then don't. I haven't seen Duke Albans since I was twelve. Since I was cursed."
“How were you cursed?”
Finch pulls his shirt over his head, and turns his back to Roran. Across his shoulder blades, and up to his lower neck, is covered in golden feathers. "I guess it turned out okay, though."
Roran reaches out to touch one. “Strange.. I’ve never seen lycanthropy form like this.”
Finch shudders. "I showed my dad, and got kicked out. Whatever. At least it led me here."
“So you don’t know exactly how you were cursed?”
"Some homeless dude asked for a coin, tugging on my clothes and stuff. Looking back, I probably should've bought him something when we started chanting." Finch puts his shirt back on, and buttons it up.
Roran laughs a little. “And.. was it because your name was finch that you were cursed with that specific brand of lycanthropy? Or was it just a cruel universal coincidence.”
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— 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
Rag drops the wood in the fireplace and walks over, his kiss the cool apron still on. He domineers over the women, a smile on his face but the air around him frigid “Excuse me, you are inside of an inn. Bounties don’t apply in here. If you continue after this warning I will have to make you leave, willingly or otherwise.”
Damian immediately loses interest.
“There is clearly a job board here, and I’m quite certain you are not employed at this establishment.” She stares him down. “As part of interplanar law, I am within every right to list job postings and pursue felons past my world’s border. If you would like to attempt to stop me, be my guest. I will not rest until my target is apprehended.”
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— 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
E is on the roof, trying to figure out meditating. Her hair does, surprisingly, seem to have actually been brushed today
*Considering whether to use normal Ilheia and Aiehli or the reverse them*
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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)
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Finch shudders. "I showed my dad, and got kicked out. Whatever. At least it led me here."
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.
*Please. Anyone.*
*I would, but im abouta go to bed :(
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.
*Goodnight to you then.*
“So you don’t know exactly how you were cursed?”
— 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
*Hello*
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)
*Please. Anyone.*
*Hi chris!*
— 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
A tall woman with short, dark brown hair and tanned skin steps into the tavern. Her face is set in a hard frown and from her forehead protrudes a unicorn horn. She’s dressed in ornate silver plate mail armor, and a large glaive is slung over her shoulder.
— 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
Damian stares at her for a few moments, his jaw hitting the ground before shaking his head to get his focus back. He slicks back his hair and waves.
Rag barely notices her as he walks past to get to the fireplace.
*Morning folks*
“House Listonia is searching for an escaped convict, and will offer a monetary reward for his capture. Alive.” She sticks a wanted poster to the wall with a knife. “Anyone known to be sheltering Lucian Virlo will be arrested. Thank you for you compliance.” She seems to be addressing the room.
— 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
"Some homeless dude asked for a coin, tugging on my clothes and stuff. Looking back, I probably should've bought him something when we started chanting." Finch puts his shirt back on, and buttons it up.
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.
(morning)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*morning :)*
— 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
Rag drops the wood in the fireplace and walks over, his kiss the cool apron still on. He domineers over the women, a smile on his face but the air around him frigid “Excuse me, you are inside of an inn. Bounties don’t apply in here. If you continue after this warning I will have to make you leave, willingly or otherwise.”
Damian immediately loses interest.
*HI CYNO!!*
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)
Roran laughs a little. “And.. was it because your name was finch that you were cursed with that specific brand of lycanthropy? Or was it just a cruel universal coincidence.”
— 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
“There is clearly a job board here, and I’m quite certain you are not employed at this establishment.” She stares him down. “As part of interplanar law, I am within every right to list job postings and pursue felons past my world’s border. If you would like to attempt to stop me, be my guest. I will not rest until my target is apprehended.”
— 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
E is on the roof, trying to figure out meditating. Her hair does, surprisingly, seem to have actually been brushed today
*Considering whether to use normal Ilheia and Aiehli or the reverse them*
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)