*With Dungeons and Dragons, there isn't always the chance that you survive your quest. Sometimes you die from your party stabbing you in the back of because you weren't prepared enough.
Well what if when your character was dying and suddenly they see a figure watching them. Their last moment are suddenly filled with fear and dread as something else comes to sniff out their soon to be corpse. But instead of killing you, it brings you back to life. From there on, only you can see this creature. Sometimes it watches you from a window at night or under your bed or from the slats in your closet but it never harms you.*
*ah, my sleep paralysis demon*
*XD. I saw it as a parasite. When the creature is born, it needs a host to keep on living but that host has to have the right conditions: A lot of blood loss, barely conscious. So it melds itself to the host and lives with them but only they can see it.*
*Also couldn’t Mauric just get Thirteen, or am I wrong on Thirteen’s healing capabilities.*
*Thirteen is primarily a wizard, and doesn’t really have many healing spells. also, i feel like that would be kind of cheap for me to just have one of my characters get one of my other characters.*
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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.
*Also couldn’t Mauric just get Thirteen, or am I wrong on Thirteen’s healing capabilities.*
*Thirteen is primarily a wizard, and doesn’t really have many healing spells. also, i feel like that would be kind of cheap for me to just have one of my characters get one of my other characters.*
*Fair enough, I would have suggested something else but you’re right.*
*also good morning everyone. I'm a little sad, and as such imma be in here a lot*
Tycho is burying something in the forest
The tattered boy is wandering around the town curiously
*what's wrong?*
The sound of colliding steel rings through the forest.
*a lot of different things, but I'm surviving*
The tiefling looks up curiously, scanning the trees around him
*i'm sorry. i hope things get better*
Nothing is visible between the rather closely clustered trees, but the sound continues to ring out.
*me too*
He tilts his head, standing and stamping down the dirt mound before picking a direction to walk in
Eventually, he reaches Loriche's camp, where she's putting the finishing touches on the wakizashi.
He walks in, "Ah, hello there.'
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."
"Yeah, was drawn in by the ringing metal" He chuckles, "I'm Tycho, pleased to meet you"
"Loriche va Bential, pleased to meet you!" She presumably smiles at him under the helmet.
"A lovely name. So you are a blacksmith?"
“I’m just a metalsmith. Other metals aside from iron and steel make for good mediums too.”
"I see, sounds like an interesting profession" He nods,
“It sure is!” She lifts the finished blade into the light. “Just look at that hamon! Beautiful!”
*for once, not a jojo reference*
"Hamon?" He asks curiously, looking at the blade
"The little line of light on the edge! Just rotate it a little bit and look at the side."
He circles the blade a bit, "Astounding, I've never noticed that sort of thing."
“Well, this kind of sword isn’t too common around here.”
"I haven't seen other blades since I've gotten here," He says, looking at her for a moment, "So this is by far the most impressive blade I've seen in years"
Very few things in this world are eternal. But the rage burning in ones soul can keep them slight for thousands of years.
A slender pale hand shot out of the dirt, clawing its way out of a grave in the ground. A woman, with long black hair that was crowed with a wreath of thorns, makes her way out. She coughs up dirt, blood, and bugs from her lungs as he kneels on the ground. She wears a long black dress with a woven golden belt made from branches and thorns. She has bright crimson eyes that are flecked with green.
Very few things in this world are eternal. But the rage burning in ones soul can keep them slight for thousands of years.
A slender pale hand shot out of the dirt, clawing its way out of a grave in the ground. A woman, with long black hair that was crowed with a wreath of thorns, makes her way out. She coughs up dirt, blood, and bugs from her lungs as he kneels on the ground. She wears a long black dress with a woven golden belt made from branches and thorns. She has bright crimson eyes that are flecked with green.
Very few things in this world are eternal. But the rage burning in ones soul can keep them slight for thousands of years.
A slender pale hand shot out of the dirt, clawing its way out of a grave in the ground. A woman, with long black hair that was crowed with a wreath of thorns, makes her way out. She coughs up dirt, blood, and bugs from her lungs as he kneels on the ground. She wears a long black dress with a woven golden belt made from branches and thorns. She has bright crimson eyes that are flecked with green.
Very few things in this world are eternal. But the rage burning in ones soul can keep them slight for thousands of years.
A slender pale hand shot out of the dirt, clawing its way out of a grave in the ground. A woman, with long black hair that was crowed with a wreath of thorns, makes her way out. She coughs up dirt, blood, and bugs from her lungs as he kneels on the ground. She wears a long black dress with a woven golden belt made from branches and thorns. She has bright crimson eyes that are flecked with green.
*:000*
*yuri?*
*YESSSS*
>:D*
*EEEEEEEEEEEEE*
A tiefling is sat in a tree nearby, watching the women curiously
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*oooo, sounds like a warlock origin mayhap:3*
Mauric is looking for a medic.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Hamon?" He asks curiously, looking at the blade
*Lisa Lisa the blacksmith confirmed?*
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
"The little line of light on the edge! Just rotate it a little bit and look at the side."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He circles the blade a bit, "Astounding, I've never noticed that sort of thing."
*Also couldn’t Mauric just get Thirteen, or am I wrong on Thirteen’s healing capabilities.*
*Thirteen is primarily a wizard, and doesn’t really have many healing spells. also, i feel like that would be kind of cheap for me to just have one of my characters get one of my other characters.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Well, this kind of sword isn’t too common around here.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Fair enough, I would have suggested something else but you’re right.*
"I haven't seen other blades since I've gotten here," He says, looking at her for a moment, "So this is by far the most impressive blade I've seen in years"
*I'm stuck on character ideas, so I'll probably intro at some point*
*A construct made out of fondant filled with candy bugs that was invented by a vampire crime grandma to function as a footman*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*:0* *not a bad idea lmao*
*It's from my book!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I like it :>*
*MWHAHAHAHAHAH TIME FOR CHAOS.*
Very few things in this world are eternal. But the rage burning in ones soul can keep them slight for thousands of years.
A slender pale hand shot out of the dirt, clawing its way out of a grave in the ground. A woman, with long black hair that was crowed with a wreath of thorns, makes her way out. She coughs up dirt, blood, and bugs from her lungs as he kneels on the ground. She wears a long black dress with a woven golden belt made from branches and thorns. She has bright crimson eyes that are flecked with green.
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
*:000*
*yuri?*
*YESSSS*
>:D*
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
*EEEEEEEEEEEEE*
A tiefling is sat in a tree nearby, watching the women curiously