A manor can be seen in the distance from the Lord's Rest Inn, compelling you towards it, and you suddenly hear a voice in your head, no matter who you are, and you recognize their name as the Ancestor.
"Ruin has come to our family. You remember our venerable house, opulent and imperial. Gazing proudly from its stoic perch above the moor. I lived all my years in that ancient rumor-shadowed manor, fattened by decadence and luxury, and yet I begin to tire of conventional extravagance. Singular unsettling tales suggested the mansion itself was a gateway to some unnameable power. With relic and ritual I bent every effort toward excavation and recovery of those long-buried secrets, exhausting what remained of our family fortune on swarthy workmen and sturdy shovels. At last, in the salt soaked crags beneath the lowest foundation, we unearthed that damnable portal of antediluvian evil. Our every step unsettled the ancient earth, but we were in a realm of death and madness. In the end, I alone fled laughing and wailing through those blackened arcades of antiquity, until consciousness failed me. You remember our house, opulent and imperial. It is a festering abomination! I beg you, return home! Claim your birthright! And deliver our family from the ravenous, clutching shadows.. from the Darkest Dungeons." *I'm not going to claim I made this. It's from a game call Darkest Dungeon, please play the game.*
Suddenly a fully armored knight covered in blood stumbled into the Inn, collapsing to the ground, blood leaking from the inside of the armor, a immense amount of it. To the point where this person is barely alive at all.
*Any takers? Trying to do something I think is pretty cool.*
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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.
A manor can be seen in the distance from the Lord's Rest Inn, compelling you towards it, and you suddenly hear a voice in your head, no matter who you are, and you recognize their name as the Ancestor.
"Ruin has come to our family. You remember our venerable house, opulent and imperial. Gazing proudly from its stoic perch above the moor. I lived all my years in that ancient rumor-shadowed manor, fattened by decadence and luxury, and yet I begin to tire of conventional extravagance. Singular unsettling tales suggested the mansion itself was a gateway to some unnameable power. With relic and ritual I bent every effort toward excavation and recovery of those long-buried secrets, exhausting what remained of our family fortune on swarthy workmen and sturdy shovels. At last, in the salt soaked crags beneath the lowest foundation, we unearthed that damnable portal of antediluvian evil. Our every step unsettled the ancient earth, but we were in a realm of death and madness. In the end, I alone fled laughing and wailing through those blackened arcades of antiquity, until consciousness failed me. You remember our house, opulent and imperial. It is a festering abomination! I beg you, return home! Claim your birthright! And deliver our family from the ravenous, clutching shadows.. from the Darkest Dungeons." *I'm not going to claim I made this. It's from a game call Darkest Dungeon, please play the game.*
Suddenly a fully armored knight covered in blood stumbled into the Inn, collapsing to the ground, blood leaking from the inside of the armor, a immense amount of it. To the point where this person is barely alive at all.
*Any takers? Trying to do something I think is pretty cool.*
Mauric runs over to the knight. "Oh [gp]! I'm gonna have to clean all of that blood!" He kneels beside the knight and casts cure wounds in a second-level spell slot, healing 12 hit points.
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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.
A manor can be seen in the distance from the Lord's Rest Inn, compelling you towards it, and you suddenly hear a voice in your head, no matter who you are, and you recognize their name as the Ancestor.
"Ruin has come to our family. You remember our venerable house, opulent and imperial. Gazing proudly from its stoic perch above the moor. I lived all my years in that ancient rumor-shadowed manor, fattened by decadence and luxury, and yet I begin to tire of conventional extravagance. Singular unsettling tales suggested the mansion itself was a gateway to some unnameable power. With relic and ritual I bent every effort toward excavation and recovery of those long-buried secrets, exhausting what remained of our family fortune on swarthy workmen and sturdy shovels. At last, in the salt soaked crags beneath the lowest foundation, we unearthed that damnable portal of antediluvian evil. Our every step unsettled the ancient earth, but we were in a realm of death and madness. In the end, I alone fled laughing and wailing through those blackened arcades of antiquity, until consciousness failed me. You remember our house, opulent and imperial. It is a festering abomination! I beg you, return home! Claim your birthright! And deliver our family from the ravenous, clutching shadows.. from the Darkest Dungeons." *I'm not going to claim I made this. It's from a game call Darkest Dungeon, please play the game.*
Suddenly a fully armored knight covered in blood stumbled into the Inn, collapsing to the ground, blood leaking from the inside of the armor, a immense amount of it. To the point where this person is barely alive at all.
*Any takers? Trying to do something I think is pretty cool.*
Mauric runs over to the knight. "Oh [gp]! I'm gonna have to clean all of that blood!" He kneels beside the knight and casts cure wounds in a second-level spell slot, healing 9 hit points.
A lot of blood still leaks from the armor as the person within groan is a tired gravelly voice "Where is the healer? That useless occultist could never heal anyone." He tries to get up but collapses back to the ground with a thud.
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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.
A manor can be seen in the distance from the Lord's Rest Inn, compelling you towards it, and you suddenly hear a voice in your head, no matter who you are, and you recognize their name as the Ancestor.
"Ruin has come to our family. You remember our venerable house, opulent and imperial. Gazing proudly from its stoic perch above the moor. I lived all my years in that ancient rumor-shadowed manor, fattened by decadence and luxury, and yet I begin to tire of conventional extravagance. Singular unsettling tales suggested the mansion itself was a gateway to some unnameable power. With relic and ritual I bent every effort toward excavation and recovery of those long-buried secrets, exhausting what remained of our family fortune on swarthy workmen and sturdy shovels. At last, in the salt soaked crags beneath the lowest foundation, we unearthed that damnable portal of antediluvian evil. Our every step unsettled the ancient earth, but we were in a realm of death and madness. In the end, I alone fled laughing and wailing through those blackened arcades of antiquity, until consciousness failed me. You remember our house, opulent and imperial. It is a festering abomination! I beg you, return home! Claim your birthright! And deliver our family from the ravenous, clutching shadows.. from the Darkest Dungeons." *I'm not going to claim I made this. It's from a game call Darkest Dungeon, please play the game.*
Suddenly a fully armored knight covered in blood stumbled into the Inn, collapsing to the ground, blood leaking from the inside of the armor, a immense amount of it. To the point where this person is barely alive at all.
*Any takers? Trying to do something I think is pretty cool.*
Mauric runs over to the knight. "Oh [gp]! I'm gonna have to clean all of that blood!" He kneels beside the knight and casts cure wounds in a second-level spell slot, healing 9 hit points.
A lot of blood still leaks from the armor as the person within groan is a tired gravelly voice "Where is the healer? That useless occultist could never heal anyone." He tries to get up but collapses back to the ground with a thud.
"What healer?"
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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.
A manor can be seen in the distance from the Lord's Rest Inn, compelling you towards it, and you suddenly hear a voice in your head, no matter who you are, and you recognize their name as the Ancestor.
"Ruin has come to our family. You remember our venerable house, opulent and imperial. Gazing proudly from its stoic perch above the moor. I lived all my years in that ancient rumor-shadowed manor, fattened by decadence and luxury, and yet I begin to tire of conventional extravagance. Singular unsettling tales suggested the mansion itself was a gateway to some unnameable power. With relic and ritual I bent every effort toward excavation and recovery of those long-buried secrets, exhausting what remained of our family fortune on swarthy workmen and sturdy shovels. At last, in the salt soaked crags beneath the lowest foundation, we unearthed that damnable portal of antediluvian evil. Our every step unsettled the ancient earth, but we were in a realm of death and madness. In the end, I alone fled laughing and wailing through those blackened arcades of antiquity, until consciousness failed me. You remember our house, opulent and imperial. It is a festering abomination! I beg you, return home! Claim your birthright! And deliver our family from the ravenous, clutching shadows.. from the Darkest Dungeons." *I'm not going to claim I made this. It's from a game call Darkest Dungeon, please play the game.*
Suddenly a fully armored knight covered in blood stumbled into the Inn, collapsing to the ground, blood leaking from the inside of the armor, a immense amount of it. To the point where this person is barely alive at all.
*Any takers? Trying to do something I think is pretty cool.*
Mauric runs over to the knight. "Oh [gp]! I'm gonna have to clean all of that blood!" He kneels beside the knight and casts cure wounds in a second-level spell slot, healing 9 hit points.
A lot of blood still leaks from the armor as the person within groan is a tired gravelly voice "Where is the healer? That useless occultist could never heal anyone." He tries to get up but collapses back to the ground with a thud.
"What healer?"
“Oh yeah, he’s [gp]ing dead. Although with the rest.” He chuckles “[gp] deserved it.”
*me too*
He tilts his head, standing and stamping down the dirt mound before picking a direction to walk in
(I just got a few new ones during the summer sale plus some fallout 4 mods)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Any takers? Trying to do something I think is pretty cool.*
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
Eventually, he reaches Loriche's camp, where she's putting the finishing touches on the wakizashi.
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 runs over to the knight. "Oh [gp]! I'm gonna have to clean all of that blood!" He kneels beside the knight and casts cure wounds in a second-level spell slot, healing 12 hit points.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I still need to finish fallout 4 lol, I've had a long break from it and it could be fun to continue*
He walks in, "Ah, hello there.'
A lot of blood still leaks from the armor as the person within groan is a tired gravelly voice "Where is the healer? That useless occultist could never heal anyone." He tries to get up but collapses back to the ground with a thud.
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
(I'm in Act 2 of Fallout London currently and there's a demo for Vault 13 coming out tomorrow)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*oooo, fun!*
She gives a slight start, but doesn't lose her grip on the tongs or her hammer. "Hello! I was being pretty loud, wasn't I? 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.
(That + school will probably take up most of my free time for now)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Yeah, was drawn in by the ringing metal" He chuckles, "I'm Tycho, pleased to meet you"
*aw, that's unfortunate. I forget school starts soon*
"What healer?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*IGOTANIDEA-*
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
(Mine started yesterday. No idea if I'll be able to do anything on here outside of weekends and after school)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
“Oh yeah, he’s [gp]ing dead. Although with the rest.” He chuckles “[gp] deserved it.”
*FRIEND! [Hug]*
*Whats your idea :D*
(what is the idea)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin