*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.
Phoenix watches them from inside the tavern
Leo strolls past her with a bunch of metals and gears
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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.
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.
Phoenix watches them from inside the tavern
Leo strolls past her with a bunch of metals and gears
He fidgets with the pen for a moment before taking a deep breath and walking around the tavern and proceeding to go into it after a moment or two.
She watches, a brow raised. She pulls out a deck of cards and shuffled them, keeping an eye on him.
*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.
Phoenix watches them from inside the tavern
Leo strolls past her with a bunch of metals and gears
He fidgets with the pen for a moment before taking a deep breath and walking around the tavern and proceeding to go into it after a moment or two.
She watches, a brow raised. She pulls out a deck of cards and shuffled them, keeping an eye on him.
Phoenix sips his coffee, watching the man still with a little interest.
Leo grumbles as he drops a few gears and scoops them back up, dropping a few more in the process.
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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.
A pitch-black portal opens in town, the sounds of chomping and slurping coming from inside, the gravity in the area distorting and warping in and out. A man in a grey and green pinstriped suit walks out of the portal, eyes hidden by his matching fedora, his wide grin revealing black metal teeth with a mirror finish.
Out in the woods, a burning pile of bodies starts to move on its own. The flesh melts and melds into a vaguely humanoid form, bones cracking and reshaping, as the smoke and shadow become substance. A towering, shadowy monster in a ringmaster's uniform stands where the pyre was but a moment ago, its burning, golden eyes sweeping over the land.
In the distance, a factory covered in runes walks toward a large hole in the ground, perfectly shaped for the leg-bearing building. Hundreds of heavily customized hellfire engines move with it. A blonde man with a bowl cut, a heavy leather apron and gloves, and a yellow tie sits atop the factory in an office chair, eating what looks to be canned meat and bread at his grandiose desk.
Phoenix watches them from inside the tavern
Leo strolls past her with a bunch of metals and gears
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Nuh uh*
"It looks intentional...I welded the pipes perfectly..."
"Names Pheonix. Ex-military. You should return those items to those you stole from.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He fidgets with the pen for a moment before taking a deep breath and walking around the tavern and proceeding to go into it after a moment or two.
She watches, a brow raised. She pulls out a deck of cards and shuffled them, keeping an eye on him.
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
Phoenix sips his coffee, watching the man still with a little interest.
Leo grumbles as he drops a few gears and scoops them back up, dropping a few more in the process.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Friendly reminder that the god of the Adeptus Mechanicus is one of the Necron’s pokemon*
“Well then I’d try and figure out which of your enemies are after you.”
“Of course sir! With haste!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*But like, funny big guys in suits with pew pews...*
"I dont really have enemies..." he mumbles
"Thanks."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I was supposed to be, but I had one of those nights where I was stuck awake in bed lol*
*but like… goofy metal skeleton guys with enslaved gods and the Pharaoh’s Curse…*
“Everyone has enemies in some way or another. But I’m no detective. I can help you replace all this though!”
Klei smiles weakly and turns invisible again, heading off to return all the valuables.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*property good morning, I hope y'all are well :>*
*brainstorming ideas per the usual, though I feel like most of my ideas aren't interesting enough to last*
*fair*
"Thank you. I appreciate it!"
Phoenix watches them
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*morning! I made a warhammer 40k tavern and I some characters if you feel like rping*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*ooo, sounds like fun ^^*
*Sure, here's my stuff rn:*
Tycho is stood against the side of a building, sharpening a dagger with a handheld whetstone
Georgie is eating breakfast in the tavern, a werewolf looking plush doll sat on the table as he eats
-figuring out-
Loriche takes out her toolbox and gets to work.
Klei feels Phoenix’s eyes on him, and turns around. “Y…you can see me??”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Apollon strolls by, soaked in blood.
Leo walks into the tavern looking tired
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Leo helps her.
He nods, tapping his eyes
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Tycho let's out a whistle, "Someones been busy"
The kid gives a wave and a smile at Leo
Apollon looks over at them. "Yes?"
"Heya kiddo!" he says, walking over and hiding his exhaustion
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He gives a smile, "So, you plan on letting everyone in town see you covered in that stuff?"
"Morning mister!" He gives a bright smile
"Doesn't really matter to me." he says with a sickly smile.
"Morning. How ya doing today?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A pitch-black portal opens in town, the sounds of chomping and slurping coming from inside, the gravity in the area distorting and warping in and out. A man in a grey and green pinstriped suit walks out of the portal, eyes hidden by his matching fedora, his wide grin revealing black metal teeth with a mirror finish.
Out in the woods, a burning pile of bodies starts to move on its own. The flesh melts and melds into a vaguely humanoid form, bones cracking and reshaping, as the smoke and shadow become substance. A towering, shadowy monster in a ringmaster's uniform stands where the pyre was but a moment ago, its burning, golden eyes sweeping over the land.
In the distance, a factory covered in runes walks toward a large hole in the ground, perfectly shaped for the leg-bearing building. Hundreds of heavily customized hellfire engines move with it. A blonde man with a bowl cut, a heavy leather apron and gloves, and a yellow tie sits atop the factory in an office chair, eating what looks to be canned meat and bread at his grandiose desk.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels