*idk who you got, or would you prefer me to set up my characters*
*Ive got Grove the suit of Armor, Benimaru the fire soldier, Damian the Damian, and Ragnerious.*
*i mean more like where are they and what situations are they in*
*Well Grove is just walking around, Damian is just existing near the inn, Benimaru is hunting infernals around town, Rag is just in the forest working out.*
*sorry I vanished*
Thirteen is messing around with crow bones, examining a book on the devil known as Malphas.
The Larry is around town.
Damian is walking around when they see Thirteen at work, walking over.
Benimaru flies down on his broom, confused about what he sees.
Thirteen looks up as he takes a piece of chalk out. “Ah, Damian. How are you? I’ve noticed you’ve been fraternizing with Saphuno quite a lot lately.”
The Larry turns in his direction, their hat obscuring their face.
He shrugs “I’d say that’s true, you know. Meeting new people is important, and it seems I’ve taken a liking to her. What have you been doing buddy?”
Benimaru’s strange eyes seem to stare into the souls of the krill, their voice tired “Hey there.”
“Communing with a powerful devil for a little experiment. They call him King of the Crows, the Carrion God, and the Eyeripper.” He responds casually, drawing a blasphemous symbol on the table with the chalk.
They do not respond. A ghostly, firelike aura forms around them.
“Ah I love a good experiment, although that doesn’t sound like my business, even if I do have some experience with powerful demons myself.” He says just walking with a little smirk on his face.
Benimaru raises an eyebrow at the fire like aura, one of his own appearing around him as his left eye glows.
“Well the thought process here is that if I’ve performed this correctly, these bones should transform into a Malphian vrock, and I need to catalogue the differences between these and regular buzzard-type vrocks.”
A fight is unnecessary. We are benign.
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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.
*idk who you got, or would you prefer me to set up my characters*
*Ive got Grove the suit of Armor, Benimaru the fire soldier, Damian the Damian, and Ragnerious.*
*i mean more like where are they and what situations are they in*
*Well Grove is just walking around, Damian is just existing near the inn, Benimaru is hunting infernals around town, Rag is just in the forest working out.*
*sorry I vanished*
Thirteen is messing around with crow bones, examining a book on the devil known as Malphas.
The Larry is around town.
Damian is walking around when they see Thirteen at work, walking over.
Benimaru flies down on his broom, confused about what he sees.
Thirteen looks up as he takes a piece of chalk out. “Ah, Damian. How are you? I’ve noticed you’ve been fraternizing with Saphuno quite a lot lately.”
The Larry turns in his direction, their hat obscuring their face.
He shrugs “I’d say that’s true, you know. Meeting new people is important, and it seems I’ve taken a liking to her. What have you been doing buddy?”
Benimaru’s strange eyes seem to stare into the souls of the krill, their voice tired “Hey there.”
“Communing with a powerful devil for a little experiment. They call him King of the Crows, the Carrion God, and the Eyeripper.” He responds casually, drawing a blasphemous symbol on the table with the chalk.
They do not respond. A ghostly, firelike aura forms around them.
“Ah I love a good experiment, although that doesn’t sound like my business, even if I do have some experience with powerful demons myself.” He says just walking with a little smirk on his face.
Benimaru raises an eyebrow at the fire like aura, one of his own appearing around him as his left eye glows.
“Well the thought process here is that if I’ve performed this correctly, these bones should transform into a Malphian vrock, and I need to catalogue the differences between these and regular buzzard-type vrocks.”
A fight is unnecessary. We are benign.
“Well now you can explain what that means, because I don’t think you think I know what that means. I wouldn’t consider myself to be an expert in the subject.”
The flames disperse as his eye stops glowing “Benign? You don’t seem that way.”
*idk who you got, or would you prefer me to set up my characters*
*Ive got Grove the suit of Armor, Benimaru the fire soldier, Damian the Damian, and Ragnerious.*
*i mean more like where are they and what situations are they in*
*Well Grove is just walking around, Damian is just existing near the inn, Benimaru is hunting infernals around town, Rag is just in the forest working out.*
*sorry I vanished*
Thirteen is messing around with crow bones, examining a book on the devil known as Malphas.
The Larry is around town.
Damian is walking around when they see Thirteen at work, walking over.
Benimaru flies down on his broom, confused about what he sees.
Thirteen looks up as he takes a piece of chalk out. “Ah, Damian. How are you? I’ve noticed you’ve been fraternizing with Saphuno quite a lot lately.”
The Larry turns in his direction, their hat obscuring their face.
He shrugs “I’d say that’s true, you know. Meeting new people is important, and it seems I’ve taken a liking to her. What have you been doing buddy?”
Benimaru’s strange eyes seem to stare into the souls of the krill, their voice tired “Hey there.”
“Communing with a powerful devil for a little experiment. They call him King of the Crows, the Carrion God, and the Eyeripper.” He responds casually, drawing a blasphemous symbol on the table with the chalk.
They do not respond. A ghostly, firelike aura forms around them.
“Ah I love a good experiment, although that doesn’t sound like my business, even if I do have some experience with powerful demons myself.” He says just walking with a little smirk on his face.
Benimaru raises an eyebrow at the fire like aura, one of his own appearing around him as his left eye glows.
“Well the thought process here is that if I’ve performed this correctly, these bones should transform into a Malphian vrock, and I need to catalogue the differences between these and regular buzzard-type vrocks.”
A fight is unnecessary. We are benign.
“Well now you can explain what that means, because I don’t think you think I know what that means. I wouldn’t consider myself to be an expert in the subject.”
The flames disperse as his eye stops glowing “Benign? You don’t seem that way.”
“These crow bones will turn into a crow demon, but normally this ritual is done with vulture bones, so I’m observing the differing results.”
And what actions of ours are being perceived as belligerent?
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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.
*Two eldritch horrors with a food obsession. Won't be long 'till you will be on the floor, shaking.*
Szeru is out collecting flowers, looking for the prettiest, best-smelling ones, then discarding the rest. He has a phonograph on a nearby stump, playing some highly complex classical music.
Sytosc is lying in a torpid state, on the floor of the tavern like a puppet without a master.
*idk who you got, or would you prefer me to set up my characters*
*Ive got Grove the suit of Armor, Benimaru the fire soldier, Damian the Damian, and Ragnerious.*
*i mean more like where are they and what situations are they in*
*Well Grove is just walking around, Damian is just existing near the inn, Benimaru is hunting infernals around town, Rag is just in the forest working out.*
*sorry I vanished*
Thirteen is messing around with crow bones, examining a book on the devil known as Malphas.
The Larry is around town.
Damian is walking around when they see Thirteen at work, walking over.
Benimaru flies down on his broom, confused about what he sees.
Thirteen looks up as he takes a piece of chalk out. “Ah, Damian. How are you? I’ve noticed you’ve been fraternizing with Saphuno quite a lot lately.”
The Larry turns in his direction, their hat obscuring their face.
He shrugs “I’d say that’s true, you know. Meeting new people is important, and it seems I’ve taken a liking to her. What have you been doing buddy?”
Benimaru’s strange eyes seem to stare into the souls of the krill, their voice tired “Hey there.”
“Communing with a powerful devil for a little experiment. They call him King of the Crows, the Carrion God, and the Eyeripper.” He responds casually, drawing a blasphemous symbol on the table with the chalk.
They do not respond. A ghostly, firelike aura forms around them.
“Ah I love a good experiment, although that doesn’t sound like my business, even if I do have some experience with powerful demons myself.” He says just walking with a little smirk on his face.
Benimaru raises an eyebrow at the fire like aura, one of his own appearing around him as his left eye glows.
“Well the thought process here is that if I’ve performed this correctly, these bones should transform into a Malphian vrock, and I need to catalogue the differences between these and regular buzzard-type vrocks.”
A fight is unnecessary. We are benign.
“Well now you can explain what that means, because I don’t think you think I know what that means. I wouldn’t consider myself to be an expert in the subject.”
The flames disperse as his eye stops glowing “Benign? You don’t seem that way.”
“These crow bones will turn into a crow demon, but normally this ritual is done with vulture bones, so I’m observing the differing results.”
And what actions of ours are being perceived as belligerent?
“Well hope it works out because if it doesn’t then you are going to probably end up doing something that ruin the town.”
“Nothing in particular, you just seem stranger than most, and that is truly saying something.”
*idk who you got, or would you prefer me to set up my characters*
*Ive got Grove the suit of Armor, Benimaru the fire soldier, Damian the Damian, and Ragnerious.*
*i mean more like where are they and what situations are they in*
*Well Grove is just walking around, Damian is just existing near the inn, Benimaru is hunting infernals around town, Rag is just in the forest working out.*
*sorry I vanished*
Thirteen is messing around with crow bones, examining a book on the devil known as Malphas.
The Larry is around town.
Damian is walking around when they see Thirteen at work, walking over.
Benimaru flies down on his broom, confused about what he sees.
Thirteen looks up as he takes a piece of chalk out. “Ah, Damian. How are you? I’ve noticed you’ve been fraternizing with Saphuno quite a lot lately.”
The Larry turns in his direction, their hat obscuring their face.
He shrugs “I’d say that’s true, you know. Meeting new people is important, and it seems I’ve taken a liking to her. What have you been doing buddy?”
Benimaru’s strange eyes seem to stare into the souls of the krill, their voice tired “Hey there.”
“Communing with a powerful devil for a little experiment. They call him King of the Crows, the Carrion God, and the Eyeripper.” He responds casually, drawing a blasphemous symbol on the table with the chalk.
They do not respond. A ghostly, firelike aura forms around them.
“Ah I love a good experiment, although that doesn’t sound like my business, even if I do have some experience with powerful demons myself.” He says just walking with a little smirk on his face.
Benimaru raises an eyebrow at the fire like aura, one of his own appearing around him as his left eye glows.
“Well the thought process here is that if I’ve performed this correctly, these bones should transform into a Malphian vrock, and I need to catalogue the differences between these and regular buzzard-type vrocks.”
A fight is unnecessary. We are benign.
“Well now you can explain what that means, because I don’t think you think I know what that means. I wouldn’t consider myself to be an expert in the subject.”
The flames disperse as his eye stops glowing “Benign? You don’t seem that way.”
“These crow bones will turn into a crow demon, but normally this ritual is done with vulture bones, so I’m observing the differing results.”
And what actions of ours are being perceived as belligerent?
“Well hope it works out because if it doesn’t then you are going to probably end up doing something that ruin the town.”
“Nothing in particular, you just seem stranger than most, and that is truly saying something.”
“I’ve been training for centuries. I’ve had tea with gods and eaten the powdered scales of the tarrasque. I’ve ventured to the center of dying suns and touched the Far Realm with my bare fingertips. I can handle one demon lord of a layer smaller than Dallas County.”
Your observations are not inaccurate.
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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.
*idk who you got, or would you prefer me to set up my characters*
*Ive got Grove the suit of Armor, Benimaru the fire soldier, Damian the Damian, and Ragnerious.*
*i mean more like where are they and what situations are they in*
*Well Grove is just walking around, Damian is just existing near the inn, Benimaru is hunting infernals around town, Rag is just in the forest working out.*
*sorry I vanished*
Thirteen is messing around with crow bones, examining a book on the devil known as Malphas.
The Larry is around town.
Damian is walking around when they see Thirteen at work, walking over.
Benimaru flies down on his broom, confused about what he sees.
Thirteen looks up as he takes a piece of chalk out. “Ah, Damian. How are you? I’ve noticed you’ve been fraternizing with Saphuno quite a lot lately.”
The Larry turns in his direction, their hat obscuring their face.
He shrugs “I’d say that’s true, you know. Meeting new people is important, and it seems I’ve taken a liking to her. What have you been doing buddy?”
Benimaru’s strange eyes seem to stare into the souls of the krill, their voice tired “Hey there.”
“Communing with a powerful devil for a little experiment. They call him King of the Crows, the Carrion God, and the Eyeripper.” He responds casually, drawing a blasphemous symbol on the table with the chalk.
They do not respond. A ghostly, firelike aura forms around them.
“Ah I love a good experiment, although that doesn’t sound like my business, even if I do have some experience with powerful demons myself.” He says just walking with a little smirk on his face.
Benimaru raises an eyebrow at the fire like aura, one of his own appearing around him as his left eye glows.
“Well the thought process here is that if I’ve performed this correctly, these bones should transform into a Malphian vrock, and I need to catalogue the differences between these and regular buzzard-type vrocks.”
A fight is unnecessary. We are benign.
“Well now you can explain what that means, because I don’t think you think I know what that means. I wouldn’t consider myself to be an expert in the subject.”
The flames disperse as his eye stops glowing “Benign? You don’t seem that way.”
“These crow bones will turn into a crow demon, but normally this ritual is done with vulture bones, so I’m observing the differing results.”
And what actions of ours are being perceived as belligerent?
“Well hope it works out because if it doesn’t then you are going to probably end up doing something that ruin the town.”
“Nothing in particular, you just seem stranger than most, and that is truly saying something.”
“I’ve been training for centuries. I’ve had tea with gods and eaten the powdered scales of the tarrasque. I’ve ventured to the center of dying suns and touched the Far Realm with my bare fingertips. I can handle one demon lord of a layer smaller than Dallas County.”
Your observations are not inaccurate.
“I’m just saying, you never know how things will turn out until they happen, and once they’ve happened all you can do is pick up the pieces and move on.”
“So what are you anyway? Because you certainly aren’t human.”
Scott is trying to close his book but it keeps opening up and he is getting frustrated. In a good radius of five feet or so, a lot of things are missing that should've been there.
Yuri is growing large flowerbeds outside of the tavern, every flower imaginable blooming.
Donn is walking around town, humming to himself.
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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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“Well the thought process here is that if I’ve performed this correctly, these bones should transform into a Malphian vrock, and I need to catalogue the differences between these and regular buzzard-type vrocks.”
A fight is unnecessary. We are benign.
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’m serious! If you aren’t careful, you could really screw up your lungs or even your heart. And messing with your heart is my job.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Well now you can explain what that means, because I don’t think you think I know what that means. I wouldn’t consider myself to be an expert in the subject.”
The flames disperse as his eye stops glowing “Benign? You don’t seem that way.”
“These crow bones will turn into a crow demon, but normally this ritual is done with vulture bones, so I’m observing the differing results.”
And what actions of ours are being perceived as belligerent?
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Okay okay! Plenty of rest and your amazing cooking. Got it!”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“A terrible fate, I know.” He grins.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Ever so awful.” He grins back, booping their nose
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Two eldritch horrors with a food obsession. Won't be long 'till you will be on the floor, shaking.*
Szeru is out collecting flowers, looking for the prettiest, best-smelling ones, then discarding the rest. He has a phonograph on a nearby stump, playing some highly complex classical music.
Sytosc is lying in a torpid state, on the floor of the tavern like a puppet without a master.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Well hope it works out because if it doesn’t then you are going to probably end up doing something that ruin the town.”
“Nothing in particular, you just seem stranger than most, and that is truly saying something.”
*back*
Mauric blinks, looking appalled at this flagrant shenanigan.
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’ve been training for centuries. I’ve had tea with gods and eaten the powdered scales of the tarrasque. I’ve ventured to the center of dying suns and touched the Far Realm with my bare fingertips. I can handle one demon lord of a layer smaller than Dallas County.”
Your observations are not inaccurate.
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’m just saying, you never know how things will turn out until they happen, and once they’ve happened all you can do is pick up the pieces and move on.”
“So what are you anyway? Because you certainly aren’t human.”
*still working ;-;*
Nick smugly smiles. “Gotcha.” He giggles
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*back*
“How could you? How could you do such a thing?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*-S O B S-*
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
*What's wrong? Is there anything I can do to help?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I went to far down a rabbithole for Internet ARG and I cannot unsee the horrors I have sought out...*
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, jeez. I'm sorry. I avoid doing that stuff as much as possible. I love the dark, but somethings in there are much worse than human imagination.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Unfortunately, somethings are a little to real.*
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
*Anywhoozle, I want to RP.*
Scott is trying to close his book but it keeps opening up and he is getting frustrated. In a good radius of five feet or so, a lot of things are missing that should've been there.
Yuri is growing large flowerbeds outside of the tavern, every flower imaginable blooming.
Donn is walking around town, humming to himself.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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