*I think I might not have mentioned it before now, but Thirteen typically dislikes warlocks. He views their position as both demeaning to mortals and as foolish for allowing already-powerful entities to influence the minutiae of mortal life. Also due to him being basically a warlock for twenty years under Feakor back when he was still just a wee octogenarian*
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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.
*I think I might not have mentioned it before now, but Thirteen typically dislikes warlocks. He views their position as both demeaning to mortals and as foolish for allowing already-powerful entities to influence the minutiae of mortal life. Also due to him being basically a warlock for twenty years under Feakor back when he was still just a wee octogenarian*
*so what I'm hearing, is that I need to make a warlock escape character*
*I think I might not have mentioned it before now, but Thirteen typically dislikes warlocks. He views their position as both demeaning to mortals and as foolish for allowing already-powerful entities to influence the minutiae of mortal life. Also due to him being basically a warlock for twenty years under Feakor back when he was still just a wee octogenarian*
*so what I'm hearing, is that I need to make a warlock escape character*
*that’d be fun*
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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.
*I think I might not have mentioned it before now, but Thirteen typically dislikes warlocks. He views their position as both demeaning to mortals and as foolish for allowing already-powerful entities to influence the minutiae of mortal life. Also due to him being basically a warlock for twenty years under Feakor back when he was still just a wee octogenarian*
*so what I'm hearing, is that I need to make a warlock escape character*
Luciano is outside, sketching pictures of plants on a pad of old, yellowing paper. He has his silver hair tied back in a bun, showing off his scarred old skin.
William is hunting an dwarven woman through the woods, but he putting up a fight. He wipes blood from his nose, licking it off his hand while the other one grips his meat cleaver.
Briar is preening his wings while sitting on the roof, stretching his limbs as he sunbathes.
Mauric is on the roof as well, picking the tomatoes he planted in the spring. He notices Briar. “Oh, hi!”
Briar looks over, grinning. "Howdy there." He says
*love the new pfp by the way*
“So, enjoying the last bits of sunlight before winter?” He asks, stowing a green tomato in his satchel.
"Fall is migration season after all." He grumbled, rolling his eyes at the the thought.
“You go south in the fall or something? That’s cool.”
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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.
Luciano is outside, sketching pictures of plants on a pad of old, yellowing paper. He has his silver hair tied back in a bun, showing off his scarred old skin.
William is hunting an dwarven woman through the woods, but he putting up a fight. He wipes blood from his nose, licking it off his hand while the other one grips his meat cleaver.
Briar is preening his wings while sitting on the roof, stretching his limbs as he sunbathes.
Mauric is on the roof as well, picking the tomatoes he planted in the spring. He notices Briar. “Oh, hi!”
Briar looks over, grinning. "Howdy there." He says
*love the new pfp by the way*
“So, enjoying the last bits of sunlight before winter?” He asks, stowing a green tomato in his satchel.
"Fall is migration season after all." He grumbled, rolling his eyes at the the thought.
“You go south in the fall or something? That’s cool.”
Briar snorts "No, that's for the ones who hate the winter. I personally love it."
Luciano is outside, sketching pictures of plants on a pad of old, yellowing paper. He has his silver hair tied back in a bun, showing off his scarred old skin.
William is hunting an dwarven woman through the woods, but he putting up a fight. He wipes blood from his nose, licking it off his hand while the other one grips his meat cleaver.
Briar is preening his wings while sitting on the roof, stretching his limbs as he sunbathes.
Mauric is on the roof as well, picking the tomatoes he planted in the spring. He notices Briar. “Oh, hi!”
Briar looks over, grinning. "Howdy there." He says
*love the new pfp by the way*
“So, enjoying the last bits of sunlight before winter?” He asks, stowing a green tomato in his satchel.
"Fall is migration season after all." He grumbled, rolling his eyes at the the thought.
“You go south in the fall or something? That’s cool.”
Briar snorts "No, that's for the ones who hate the winter. I personally love it."
“Oh cool. Personally, I’m not a huge fan of the cold. Nothing’s growing, and all the animals are hibernating.”
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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.
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?"
*A sorcerer is at a table, chatting with others. Cohorts, perhaps? Meanwhile another man, presumably a rogue, is eyeing him, for some unknown intent. The sorcerer is 15 feet away, in a dark oak chair, the rogue in an ALSO dark oak chair. The sorcerer has a bottle of wine, while the rogue has a simple canteen of a (currently) unknown liquid. The rogue compares the sorcerer to a piece of paper, and nods to himself. He seems paranoid. The sorcerer seems to be very charismatic in the way he converses.* (Sorry, been wanting to have a reason to write a whole bunch.)
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The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
*I think I might not have mentioned it before now, but Thirteen typically dislikes warlocks. He views their position as both demeaning to mortals and as foolish for allowing already-powerful entities to influence the minutiae of mortal life. Also due to him being basically a warlock for twenty years under Feakor back when he was still just a wee octogenarian*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*so what I'm hearing, is that I need to make a warlock escape character*
*that’d be fun*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*already on it*
*I HAVE A WARLOCK*
*I JUST NEED TO FINISH HIS DESIGN*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*WOOOOO, TEAMWORK*
*Why not make it a trinity then, imma make a warlock toooo*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*My depressed warlock, Baalz scary one, and yours*
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
*Barbershop quartet of Satan*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Briar snorts "No, that's for the ones who hate the winter. I personally love it."
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
“Oh cool. Personally, I’m not a huge fan of the cold. Nothing’s growing, and all the animals are hibernating.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*each one trying to convert the others to their patron lmao*
Flint is outside the tavern, playing his lute
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*A sorcerer is at a table, chatting with others. Cohorts, perhaps? Meanwhile another man, presumably a rogue, is eyeing him, for some unknown intent. The sorcerer is 15 feet away, in a dark oak chair, the rogue in an ALSO dark oak chair. The sorcerer has a bottle of wine, while the rogue has a simple canteen of a (currently) unknown liquid. The rogue compares the sorcerer to a piece of paper, and nods to himself. He seems paranoid. The sorcerer seems to be very charismatic in the way he converses.*
(Sorry, been wanting to have a reason to write a whole bunch.)
The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
(online Monday-Friday from 8:00 to 3:00) (Most of the time.)
First ACTUAL RP character as a SHEET!!! He's a foxfolk.
Hewwo! ^w^ You wanna see a surprise? :3
'Mind if I sit here?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
(Quick question, who are you saying this to?)
The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
(online Monday-Friday from 8:00 to 3:00) (Most of the time.)
First ACTUAL RP character as a SHEET!!! He's a foxfolk.
Hewwo! ^w^ You wanna see a surprise? :3
*yo yo yo*
Theren is happily reading a book while sipping some tea outside.
Leo is tinkering with a small windup toy inside.
-open slot-
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(Yo! :3)
The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
(online Monday-Friday from 8:00 to 3:00) (Most of the time.)
First ACTUAL RP character as a SHEET!!! He's a foxfolk.
Hewwo! ^w^ You wanna see a surprise? :3