Amaranth (The Nekomata Necromancer) is writing in her journal her twin tails flicking about as she thinks. The sketches are of basic human anatomy and organs.
Someone very strange has fallen into our universe. He has long black hair that is tied up in a bun, a scruffy beard, and nervous brown eyes. In one hand, he carries a book with no title, and in the other, a pen. He looks around, confusing painting his features "Not again... Not again.."
Amphitrite is sitting in town, her shape shifting abilities have her looking like a drow elf with long white hair. She is writing in a book about star signs and what card in a tarot deck they connect with.
*morning folks. I remembered more characters I had*
Theren is drinking tea while sitting in his garden, enjoying his morning.
Apollon is in the woods sitting by a campfire, staring into the flames.
Leo is fixing Festus. He looks extremely frustrated.
Hearth is taking a walk through town, looking around with interest.
Phoenix is inside the tavern drinking a cup of black coffee.
Loriche walks up behind Leo. “Need a hand?”
Klei is sneaking around the tavern invisibly, stealing small items.
He lifts his welding goggles and nods.
Phoenix watches the small items slowly disappear with a raised eyebrow
“So what can I do here? Where’s the issue?”
Klei turns and notices Phoenix watching his progress. Not entirely sure if he’s been spotted, Klei slightly crouches out of direct view.
"His motor keeps breaking..." he grumbles.
He sips his coffee, going back to staring into space.
Loriche goes over to inspect it more closely. “Might be overly strained or the gear train could be set up wrong…” Investigation: Dice rolls not yet available for this section.
After a few seconds, Klei elects to do a little trolling and moves over to try and pickpocket Phoenix. Sleight of Hand: Dice rolls not yet available for this section.
*the accused dice rolls not available*
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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.
*morning folks. I remembered more characters I had*
Theren is drinking tea while sitting in his garden, enjoying his morning.
Apollon is in the woods sitting by a campfire, staring into the flames.
Leo is fixing Festus. He looks extremely frustrated.
Hearth is taking a walk through town, looking around with interest.
Phoenix is inside the tavern drinking a cup of black coffee.
Loriche walks up behind Leo. “Need a hand?”
Klei is sneaking around the tavern invisibly, stealing small items.
He lifts his welding goggles and nods.
Phoenix watches the small items slowly disappear with a raised eyebrow
“So what can I do here? Where’s the issue?”
Klei turns and notices Phoenix watching his progress. Not entirely sure if he’s been spotted, Klei slightly crouches out of direct view.
"His motor keeps breaking..." he grumbles.
He sips his coffee, going back to staring into space.
Loriche goes over to inspect it more closely. “Might be overly strained or the gear train could be set up wrong…” Investigation: Dice rolls not yet available for this section.
After a few seconds, Klei elects to do a little trolling and moves over to try and pickpocket Phoenix. Sleight of Hand: Dice rolls not yet available for this section.
*the accused dice rolls not available*
*oh sorry*
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10
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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.
*morning folks. I remembered more characters I had*
Theren is drinking tea while sitting in his garden, enjoying his morning.
Apollon is in the woods sitting by a campfire, staring into the flames.
Leo is fixing Festus. He looks extremely frustrated.
Hearth is taking a walk through town, looking around with interest.
Phoenix is inside the tavern drinking a cup of black coffee.
Loriche walks up behind Leo. “Need a hand?”
Klei is sneaking around the tavern invisibly, stealing small items.
He lifts his welding goggles and nods.
Phoenix watches the small items slowly disappear with a raised eyebrow
“So what can I do here? Where’s the issue?”
Klei turns and notices Phoenix watching his progress. Not entirely sure if he’s been spotted, Klei slightly crouches out of direct view.
"His motor keeps breaking..." he grumbles.
He sips his coffee, going back to staring into space.
Loriche goes over to inspect it more closely. “Might be overly strained or the gear train could be set up wrong…” Investigation: Dice rolls not yet available for this section.
After a few seconds, Klei elects to do a little trolling and moves over to try and pickpocket Phoenix. Sleight of Hand: Dice rolls not yet available for this section.
*the accused dice rolls not available*
*oh sorry*
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9
She finds that the gears seem to be tapered with and scorched.
Phoenix grabs their arm. "Watch your hands."
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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.
*morning folks. I remembered more characters I had*
Theren is drinking tea while sitting in his garden, enjoying his morning.
Apollon is in the woods sitting by a campfire, staring into the flames.
Leo is fixing Festus. He looks extremely frustrated.
Hearth is taking a walk through town, looking around with interest.
Phoenix is inside the tavern drinking a cup of black coffee.
Loriche walks up behind Leo. “Need a hand?”
Klei is sneaking around the tavern invisibly, stealing small items.
He lifts his welding goggles and nods.
Phoenix watches the small items slowly disappear with a raised eyebrow
“So what can I do here? Where’s the issue?”
Klei turns and notices Phoenix watching his progress. Not entirely sure if he’s been spotted, Klei slightly crouches out of direct view.
"His motor keeps breaking..." he grumbles.
He sips his coffee, going back to staring into space.
Loriche goes over to inspect it more closely. “Might be overly strained or the gear train could be set up wrong…” Investigation: Dice rolls not yet available for this section.
After a few seconds, Klei elects to do a little trolling and moves over to try and pickpocket Phoenix. Sleight of Hand: Dice rolls not yet available for this section.
*the accused dice rolls not available*
*oh sorry*
22
9
She finds that the gears seem to be tapered with and scorched.
Phoenix grabs their arm. "Watch your hands."
She takes out her wrench and yanks one of the gears loose. “You’ll want to replace all of these… you said this thing runs on magic?”
Klei immediately becomes visible and blanches in fear. “Oh… uh… sorry, sir…”
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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.
*morning folks. I remembered more characters I had*
Theren is drinking tea while sitting in his garden, enjoying his morning.
Apollon is in the woods sitting by a campfire, staring into the flames.
Leo is fixing Festus. He looks extremely frustrated.
Hearth is taking a walk through town, looking around with interest.
Phoenix is inside the tavern drinking a cup of black coffee.
Loriche walks up behind Leo. “Need a hand?”
Klei is sneaking around the tavern invisibly, stealing small items.
He lifts his welding goggles and nods.
Phoenix watches the small items slowly disappear with a raised eyebrow
“So what can I do here? Where’s the issue?”
Klei turns and notices Phoenix watching his progress. Not entirely sure if he’s been spotted, Klei slightly crouches out of direct view.
"His motor keeps breaking..." he grumbles.
He sips his coffee, going back to staring into space.
Loriche goes over to inspect it more closely. “Might be overly strained or the gear train could be set up wrong…” Investigation: Dice rolls not yet available for this section.
After a few seconds, Klei elects to do a little trolling and moves over to try and pickpocket Phoenix. Sleight of Hand: Dice rolls not yet available for this section.
*the accused dice rolls not available*
*oh sorry*
22
9
She finds that the gears seem to be tapered with and scorched.
Phoenix grabs their arm. "Watch your hands."
She takes out her wrench and yanks one of the gears loose. “You’ll want to replace all of these… you said this thing runs on magic?”
Klei immediately becomes visible and blanches in fear. “Oh… uh… sorry, sir…”
"Mostly. He does have mechanical parts."
The ex-soldier looks down at them. "It's fine, just don't let it happen again."
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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.
*morning folks. I remembered more characters I had*
Theren is drinking tea while sitting in his garden, enjoying his morning.
Apollon is in the woods sitting by a campfire, staring into the flames.
Leo is fixing Festus. He looks extremely frustrated.
Hearth is taking a walk through town, looking around with interest.
Phoenix is inside the tavern drinking a cup of black coffee.
Loriche walks up behind Leo. “Need a hand?”
Klei is sneaking around the tavern invisibly, stealing small items.
He lifts his welding goggles and nods.
Phoenix watches the small items slowly disappear with a raised eyebrow
“So what can I do here? Where’s the issue?”
Klei turns and notices Phoenix watching his progress. Not entirely sure if he’s been spotted, Klei slightly crouches out of direct view.
"His motor keeps breaking..." he grumbles.
He sips his coffee, going back to staring into space.
Loriche goes over to inspect it more closely. “Might be overly strained or the gear train could be set up wrong…” Investigation: Dice rolls not yet available for this section.
After a few seconds, Klei elects to do a little trolling and moves over to try and pickpocket Phoenix. Sleight of Hand: Dice rolls not yet available for this section.
*the accused dice rolls not available*
*oh sorry*
22
9
She finds that the gears seem to be tapered with and scorched.
Phoenix grabs their arm. "Watch your hands."
She takes out her wrench and yanks one of the gears loose. “You’ll want to replace all of these… you said this thing runs on magic?”
Klei immediately becomes visible and blanches in fear. “Oh… uh… sorry, sir…”
"Mostly. He does have mechanical parts."
The ex-soldier looks down at them. "It's fine, just don't let it happen again."
“Well then something’s gotta be leaking. Are there any flammable materials in this particular area? And if so, why?”
“Of course! Of course, good sir. I’ll just, uh… leave…” He stammers nervously.
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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.
*morning folks. I remembered more characters I had*
Theren is drinking tea while sitting in his garden, enjoying his morning.
Apollon is in the woods sitting by a campfire, staring into the flames.
Leo is fixing Festus. He looks extremely frustrated.
Hearth is taking a walk through town, looking around with interest.
Phoenix is inside the tavern drinking a cup of black coffee.
Amaranth (The Nekomata Necromancer) is writing in her journal her twin tails flicking about as she thinks. The sketches are of basic human anatomy and organs.
Someone very strange has fallen into our universe. He has long black hair that is tied up in a bun, a scruffy beard, and nervous brown eyes. In one hand, he carries a book with no title, and in the other, a pen. He looks around, confusing painting his features "Not again... Not again.."
Amphitrite is sitting in town, her shape shifting abilities have her looking like a drow elf with long white hair. She is writing in a book about star signs and what card in a tarot deck they connect with.
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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
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*Morning bud, you're usually asleep rn.*
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
*Hello folks*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Amaranth (The Nekomata Necromancer) is writing in her journal her twin tails flicking about as she thinks. The sketches are of basic human anatomy and organs.
Someone very strange has fallen into our universe. He has long black hair that is tied up in a bun, a scruffy beard, and nervous brown eyes. In one hand, he carries a book with no title, and in the other, a pen. He looks around, confusing painting his features "Not again... Not again.."
Amphitrite is sitting in town, her shape shifting abilities have her looking like a drow elf with long white hair. She is writing in a book about star signs and what card in a tarot deck they connect with.
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
*morning folks. I remembered more characters I had*
Theren is drinking tea while sitting in his garden, enjoying his morning.
Apollon is in the woods sitting by a campfire, staring into the flames.
Leo is fixing Festus. He looks extremely frustrated.
Hearth is taking a walk through town, looking around with interest.
Phoenix is inside the tavern drinking a cup of black coffee.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Loriche walks up behind Leo. “Need a hand?”
Klei is sneaking around the tavern invisibly, stealing small items.
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 lifts his welding goggles and nods.
Phoenix watches the small items slowly disappear with a raised eyebrow
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“So what can I do here? Where’s the issue?”
Klei turns and notices Phoenix watching his progress. Not entirely sure if he’s been spotted, Klei slightly crouches out of direct view.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"His motor keeps breaking..." he grumbles.
He sips his coffee, going back to staring into space.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Loriche goes over to inspect it more closely. “Might be overly strained or the gear train could be set up wrong…” Investigation: 12
After a few seconds, Klei elects to do a little trolling and moves over to try and pickpocket Phoenix. Sleight of Hand: 9
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 accused dice rolls not available*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*oh sorry*
14
10
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She finds that the gears seem to be tapered with and scorched.
Phoenix grabs their arm. "Watch your hands."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She takes out her wrench and yanks one of the gears loose. “You’ll want to replace all of these… you said this thing runs on magic?”
Klei immediately becomes visible and blanches in fear. “Oh… uh… sorry, sir…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Mostly. He does have mechanical parts."
The ex-soldier looks down at them. "It's fine, just don't let it happen again."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Well then something’s gotta be leaking. Are there any flammable materials in this particular area? And if so, why?”
“Of course! Of course, good sir. I’ll just, uh… leave…” He stammers nervously.
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. Theres nothing flammable near there..."
phoenix lets go of their arm. "What's your name kid?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Hm. Could be sabotage. Come check this out.”
“Kleireth.” He stands quickly, looking nervous.
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 leans close, looking at Festus.
"Nice to meet you kid."
*Just made a Warhammer 40k tavern*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*The galaxy is the birthright of the Necrons*
She gestures to the blackened, damaged mechanism. “Something’s gotta be up here. Either piping problems or this was intentional.”
“Uh, nice to meet you too.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Amaranth (The Nekomata Necromancer) is writing in her journal her twin tails flicking about as she thinks. The sketches are of basic human anatomy and organs.
Someone very strange has fallen into our universe. He has long black hair that is tied up in a bun, a scruffy beard, and nervous brown eyes. In one hand, he carries a book with no title, and in the other, a pen. He looks around, confusing painting his features "Not again... Not again.."
Amphitrite is sitting in town, her shape shifting abilities have her looking like a drow elf with long white hair. She is writing in a book about star signs and what card in a tarot deck they connect with.
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