Theren is sitting in a rocking chair on the porch of the tavern. He rocks back and forth slowly, his mind blank.
Leo is making a painkiller from herbs and medicine.
Hal, the fallen angel, is in the woods probing with interest at a huge gut wound.
Hal see's a creature in the corner of his eye. It is large, humanoid-like, with pitch black skin and oval-shaped white face with large eyes.
"Are you death...?" hal asks, reaching out with a hand
It crawls over, standing over him, before sniffing him like a animal would to its prey. It suddenly seeps into his skin like liquid, his wound healing quickly as if it was never there.
“Woah….cool…” Hal mumbles, standing up with a chuckle
He can feel his mind reeling, a feeling of paranoia overcoming him. It feels like someone is watching him, from out of the corner of his eye, from behind him.
He turns sharply, hands raised defensively. “Who’s there?!”
The creature watches from a distance, it's head tilted
“What are you…?”
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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.
Theren is sitting in a rocking chair on the porch of the tavern. He rocks back and forth slowly, his mind blank.
Leo is making a painkiller from herbs and medicine.
Hal, the fallen angel, is in the woods probing with interest at a huge gut wound.
Hal see's a creature in the corner of his eye. It is large, humanoid-like, with pitch black skin and oval-shaped white face with large eyes.
"Are you death...?" hal asks, reaching out with a hand
It crawls over, standing over him, before sniffing him like a animal would to its prey. It suddenly seeps into his skin like liquid, his wound healing quickly as if it was never there.
“Woah….cool…” Hal mumbles, standing up with a chuckle
He can feel his mind reeling, a feeling of paranoia overcoming him. It feels like someone is watching him, from out of the corner of his eye, from behind him.
He turns sharply, hands raised defensively. “Who’s there?!”
The creature watches from a distance, it's head tilted
Theren is sitting in a rocking chair on the porch of the tavern. He rocks back and forth slowly, his mind blank.
Leo is making a painkiller from herbs and medicine.
Hal, the fallen angel, is in the woods probing with interest at a huge gut wound.
Hal see's a creature in the corner of his eye. It is large, humanoid-like, with pitch black skin and oval-shaped white face with large eyes.
"Are you death...?" hal asks, reaching out with a hand
It crawls over, standing over him, before sniffing him like a animal would to its prey. It suddenly seeps into his skin like liquid, his wound healing quickly as if it was never there.
“Woah….cool…” Hal mumbles, standing up with a chuckle
He can feel his mind reeling, a feeling of paranoia overcoming him. It feels like someone is watching him, from out of the corner of his eye, from behind him.
He turns sharply, hands raised defensively. “Who’s there?!”
The creature watches from a distance, it's head tilted
“What are you…?”
It doesn't say a word, simply watching quietly.
“Answer me.” He says, striding towards it
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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.
Theren is sitting in a rocking chair on the porch of the tavern. He rocks back and forth slowly, his mind blank.
Leo is making a painkiller from herbs and medicine.
Hal, the fallen angel, is in the woods probing with interest at a huge gut wound.
Hal see's a creature in the corner of his eye. It is large, humanoid-like, with pitch black skin and oval-shaped white face with large eyes.
"Are you death...?" hal asks, reaching out with a hand
It crawls over, standing over him, before sniffing him like a animal would to its prey. It suddenly seeps into his skin like liquid, his wound healing quickly as if it was never there.
“Woah….cool…” Hal mumbles, standing up with a chuckle
He can feel his mind reeling, a feeling of paranoia overcoming him. It feels like someone is watching him, from out of the corner of his eye, from behind him.
He turns sharply, hands raised defensively. “Who’s there?!”
The creature watches from a distance, it's head tilted
Theren is sitting in a rocking chair on the porch of the tavern. He rocks back and forth slowly, his mind blank.
Leo is making a painkiller from herbs and medicine.
Hal, the fallen angel, is in the woods probing with interest at a huge gut wound.
Hal see's a creature in the corner of his eye. It is large, humanoid-like, with pitch black skin and oval-shaped white face with large eyes.
"Are you death...?" hal asks, reaching out with a hand
It crawls over, standing over him, before sniffing him like a animal would to its prey. It suddenly seeps into his skin like liquid, his wound healing quickly as if it was never there.
“Woah….cool…” Hal mumbles, standing up with a chuckle
He can feel his mind reeling, a feeling of paranoia overcoming him. It feels like someone is watching him, from out of the corner of his eye, from behind him.
He turns sharply, hands raised defensively. “Who’s there?!”
The creature watches from a distance, it's head tilted
“What are you…?”
It doesn't say a word, simply watching quietly.
“Answer me.” He says, striding towards it
It still is quiet, unmoving from its spot.
He stands right infront of it, his wings flaring up behind him. “Hellooooo?”
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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.
Walking into the tavern is a new man. He wears a black buttoned up jacket and blue jeans. He wears combat boots and has short and messy brown hair and bright green eyes. He looks around the place slightly impressed as he shoves his hands in his pockets. He has bags under his eyes as he looks around at the patrons.
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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.
Walking into the tavern is a new man. He wears a black buttoned up jacket and blue jeans. He wears combat boots and has short and messy brown hair and bright green eyes. He looks around the place slightly impressed as he shoves his hands in his pockets. He has bags under his eyes as he looks around at the patrons.
Tycho is sat at the bar, sipping a drink, his eyes kn the new person
Sebastian is at a booth, eating a plate of fried eggs quietly
“What are you…?”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
[For the masked individual]
They can feel something staring at them.
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
It doesn't say a word, simply watching quietly.
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
Tycho can see Don dragging a corpse to the tavern, a few wounds on his body but he seems unbothered.
“Answer me.” He says, striding towards it
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*you don’t need to apologize*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
It still is quiet, unmoving from its spot.
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
He stands right infront of it, his wings flaring up behind him. “Hellooooo?”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They look around curiously
He grins, following then
Don notices but says nothing, taking a seat inside and begins to treat his wounds.
*I'm sleepy.*
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
*sleep my friend*
*im gonna introduce a new character around noon today!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Walking into the tavern is a new man. He wears a black buttoned up jacket and blue jeans. He wears combat boots and has short and messy brown hair and bright green eyes. He looks around the place slightly impressed as he shoves his hands in his pockets. He has bags under his eyes as he looks around at the patrons.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Morning :D*
Tycho is sat at the bar, sipping a drink, his eyes kn the new person
Sebastian is at a booth, eating a plate of fried eggs quietly
The masked person is attempting to get a room
*Hello, carbon-based friends!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*hello baalze*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*dies in corner.*
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