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
*I'm thinking about making a junkie turned warlock who lost her patron.*
*Best friends!*
*Was her patron a giant spider/plant entity that feeds on hope and kidnaps villains and victims from across the multiverse?*
*Oh dear lord no. It was an ethereal outer world being named 'Issa' who wanted her to get clean but she relapsed and Issa stopped talking to her.*
*Hmmm... there is no god like cocaine I guess.*
*[w h e e z e] The idea is that she wants to get clean but she also feels like she will just disappoint everyone like she did with Issa.*
*I feel that.*
*I also have another idea in the works of a criminal -breaker warden character who is primarily Southern.*
*Yee-haw! The horror!*
(I've thought about making Florida Man as a character lol)
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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
A horse drawn cart rolls into town, pulled by a pair of horses with pristine white fur and leather harnesses, driven by a half elf in a rather proper looking uniform. The cart is made of nice oak wood, stopping in the town square. The coachman steps down, going to the door and opening it, helping a sleepy looking human boy out of it, who says something softly to which the coachman nods, leaving the boy for a moment to retrieve some luggage from the back, which he sets beside the child, who has grabbed a pair of stuffed animals from the carriage, before getting back into the driver area. Bidding the boy adieu, he drives off.
The newly rolled in boy is in the tavern, attempting to buy a room
A woman is in the tavern, she is in ratty clothing that is horribly dirtied and looks like she has worn it for awhile. She brushes her brown hair behind her ear, her eyes puffy and red from crying it seems. She fidgets with a small medallion of a faceless woman imprinted on one side.
The newly rolled in boy is in the tavern, attempting to buy a room
A woman is in the tavern, she is in ratty clothing that is horribly dirtied and looks like she has worn it for awhile. She brushes her brown hair behind her ear, her eyes puffy and red from crying it seems. She fidgets with a small medallion of a faceless woman imprinted on one side.
The boy, dressed in rather new seeming clothes approaches, tilting his head, "Are you alright?" He asks in a soft voice, his large blue eyes filled with light worry
The newly rolled in boy is in the tavern, attempting to buy a room
A woman is in the tavern, she is in ratty clothing that is horribly dirtied and looks like she has worn it for awhile. She brushes her brown hair behind her ear, her eyes puffy and red from crying it seems. She fidgets with a small medallion of a faceless woman imprinted on one side.
The boy, dressed in rather new seeming clothes approaches, tilting his head, "Are you alright?" He asks in a soft voice, his large blue eyes filled with light worry
She looks up, wiping her eyes, but ends up smudging grime on her cheek. "Yes? No? I don't know anymore.."
The newly rolled in boy is in the tavern, attempting to buy a room
A woman is in the tavern, she is in ratty clothing that is horribly dirtied and looks like she has worn it for awhile. She brushes her brown hair behind her ear, her eyes puffy and red from crying it seems. She fidgets with a small medallion of a faceless woman imprinted on one side.
The boy, dressed in rather new seeming clothes approaches, tilting his head, "Are you alright?" He asks in a soft voice, his large blue eyes filled with light worry
She looks up, wiping her eyes, but ends up smudging grime on her cheek. "Yes? No? I don't know anymore.."
He reaches into his vest, pulling a handkerchief out and offering it to her, "Whats making you cry miss?"
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(good afternoon)
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
*Yee-haw! The horror!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(I've thought about making Florida Man as a character lol)
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
*I made a fun:D*
*what's the active characters rn?*
*Yay!*
Douxgras ("halfling" baker) is spritzing some plants with a pink liquid.
Szerucharz (Gargantuan elder evil in nice clothes) is building a puppet theater big enough for his hands.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Intro ^^*
A horse drawn cart rolls into town, pulled by a pair of horses with pristine white fur and leather harnesses, driven by a half elf in a rather proper looking uniform. The cart is made of nice oak wood, stopping in the town square. The coachman steps down, going to the door and opening it, helping a sleepy looking human boy out of it, who says something softly to which the coachman nods, leaving the boy for a moment to retrieve some luggage from the back, which he sets beside the child, who has grabbed a pair of stuffed animals from the carriage, before getting back into the driver area. Bidding the boy adieu, he drives off.
*Hmmm... I'm working on a new character myself right now.*
*I would use a different one, but I gotta go right now.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*okiiii, stay safe*
*Good afternoon mes amis*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*hi!*
Flint is lurking in an alleyway outside the tavern
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*good morning, I hope everyone's well*
*I’m well*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*nice^^*
*Noice*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I NEED A NAP-*
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
*characters:*
The newly rolled in boy is in the tavern, attempting to buy a room
A woman is in the tavern, she is in ratty clothing that is horribly dirtied and looks like she has worn it for awhile. She brushes her brown hair behind her ear, her eyes puffy and red from crying it seems. She fidgets with a small medallion of a faceless woman imprinted on one side.
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
The boy, dressed in rather new seeming clothes approaches, tilting his head, "Are you alright?" He asks in a soft voice, his large blue eyes filled with light worry
She looks up, wiping her eyes, but ends up smudging grime on her cheek. "Yes? No? I don't know anymore.."
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 reaches into his vest, pulling a handkerchief out and offering it to her, "Whats making you cry miss?"