A young elf bounds toward that tavern, about teenage looking for a human. She's dressed in colorful clothes and has a small dagger strapped to her waist. Following her is another elf. They shares a family resemblance with her, maybe an older sibling? They're dressed in a breastplate and military wear, and you can see the ends of a tattoo on his hands and neck.
Viviian, a drow half-elf girl, watches the pair enter the inn, curious about the new elves
The girl skips over. "Hello!" The sibling watches from afar.
A young elf bounds toward that tavern, about teenage looking for a human. She's dressed in colorful clothes and has a small dagger strapped to her waist. Following her is another elf. They shares a family resemblance with her, maybe an older sibling? They're dressed in a breastplate and military wear, and you can see the ends of a tattoo on his hands and neck.
Gravedigger looks over "welcome in"
The young girl brushes by him. The older sibling offers a apologetic nod.
"Where are you two from?"
The girl calls behind her. "Oh you know, the forest."
"Which one?"
The girl shrugs. The sibling pulls out a map.
Gravedigger looks at it
It shows a foreign world, and the sibling points at a specific forest.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"I... have to be.... able to protect... you myself."
"No!! we both protect each other!!" he said
"I do not... want you hurt." Mirinn pushes herself up, getting into a standing position, albeit standing very unsteadily. "I... have to be strong... for both of us."
*Stroth and Zylna PTSD*
Harbor, despite knowing she is in pain, slaps her. His blue eyes growing with tears "wake up mirrin!! i can handle myself! i am strong! i am not glass! i will not break!"
Her head hangs to the side for a moment, then she turns it back towards him, and one of her eyes seems to be dyed red from blood. "Mon ami... I do not want to lose you... like my previous company..." Tears start to well up a bit.
Harbor looks up at her, biting his tongue not to yell at her, his chin quivering a bit. "When you cry i cry..." he said and shifted from paw to paw "You will not loose me. Im to hard to get rid of!" he said and chuckled "Im more worried about loosing you!"
"I will be fine... this..." She gestured at the hole in her midsection. "...is nothing."
"THAT IS SUCH HOGWASH!!" he said and uncorked a small crystal vial "DRINK."
She grabbed the vial, looked at it for a moment, and drunk it.
A young elf bounds toward that tavern, about teenage looking for a human. She's dressed in colorful clothes and has a small dagger strapped to her waist. Following her is another elf. They shares a family resemblance with her, maybe an older sibling? They're dressed in a breastplate and military wear, and you can see the ends of a tattoo on his hands and neck.
Gravedigger looks over "welcome in"
The young girl brushes by him. The older sibling offers a apologetic nod.
"Where are you two from?"
The girl calls behind her. "Oh you know, the forest."
"Which one?"
The girl shrugs. The sibling pulls out a map.
Gravedigger looks at it
It shows a foreign world, and the sibling points at a specific forest.
"What made you come here?"
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
A young elf bounds toward that tavern, about teenage looking for a human. She's dressed in colorful clothes and has a small dagger strapped to her waist. Following her is another elf. They shares a family resemblance with her, maybe an older sibling? They're dressed in a breastplate and military wear, and you can see the ends of a tattoo on his hands and neck.
Viviian, a drow half-elf girl, watches the pair enter the inn, curious about the new elves
The girl skips over. "Hello!" The sibling watches from afar.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"I... have to be.... able to protect... you myself."
"No!! we both protect each other!!" he said
"I do not... want you hurt." Mirinn pushes herself up, getting into a standing position, albeit standing very unsteadily. "I... have to be strong... for both of us."
*Stroth and Zylna PTSD*
Harbor, despite knowing she is in pain, slaps her. His blue eyes growing with tears "wake up mirrin!! i can handle myself! i am strong! i am not glass! i will not break!"
Her head hangs to the side for a moment, then she turns it back towards him, and one of her eyes seems to be dyed red from blood. "Mon ami... I do not want to lose you... like my previous company..." Tears start to well up a bit.
Harbor looks up at her, biting his tongue not to yell at her, his chin quivering a bit. "When you cry i cry..." he said and shifted from paw to paw "You will not loose me. Im to hard to get rid of!" he said and chuckled "Im more worried about loosing you!"
"I will be fine... this..." She gestured at the hole in her midsection. "...is nothing."
"THAT IS SUCH HOGWASH!!" he said and uncorked a small crystal vial "DRINK."
She grabbed the vial, looked at it for a moment, and drunk it.
She regains 37 HP
The hole closes a bit, but it's still very wide and open. "Thank you, mon ami."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A young elf bounds toward that tavern, about teenage looking for a human. She's dressed in colorful clothes and has a small dagger strapped to her waist. Following her is another elf. They shares a family resemblance with her, maybe an older sibling? They're dressed in a breastplate and military wear, and you can see the ends of a tattoo on his hands and neck.
Viviian, a drow half-elf girl, watches the pair enter the inn, curious about the new elves
The girl skips over. "Hello!" The sibling watches from afar.
"I... have to be.... able to protect... you myself."
"No!! we both protect each other!!" he said
"I do not... want you hurt." Mirinn pushes herself up, getting into a standing position, albeit standing very unsteadily. "I... have to be strong... for both of us."
*Stroth and Zylna PTSD*
Harbor, despite knowing she is in pain, slaps her. His blue eyes growing with tears "wake up mirrin!! i can handle myself! i am strong! i am not glass! i will not break!"
Her head hangs to the side for a moment, then she turns it back towards him, and one of her eyes seems to be dyed red from blood. "Mon ami... I do not want to lose you... like my previous company..." Tears start to well up a bit.
Harbor looks up at her, biting his tongue not to yell at her, his chin quivering a bit. "When you cry i cry..." he said and shifted from paw to paw "You will not loose me. Im to hard to get rid of!" he said and chuckled "Im more worried about loosing you!"
"I will be fine... this..." She gestured at the hole in her midsection. "...is nothing."
"THAT IS SUCH HOGWASH!!" he said and uncorked a small crystal vial "DRINK."
She grabbed the vial, looked at it for a moment, and drunk it.
She regains 37 HP
The hole closes a bit, but it's still very wide and open. "Thank you, mon ami."
A young elf bounds toward that tavern, about teenage looking for a human. She's dressed in colorful clothes and has a small dagger strapped to her waist. Following her is another elf. They shares a family resemblance with her, maybe an older sibling? They're dressed in a breastplate and military wear, and you can see the ends of a tattoo on his hands and neck.
Gravedigger looks over "welcome in"
The young girl brushes by him. The older sibling offers a apologetic nod.
"Where are you two from?"
The girl calls behind her. "Oh you know, the forest."
"Which one?"
The girl shrugs. The sibling pulls out a map.
Gravedigger looks at it
It shows a foreign world, and the sibling points at a specific forest.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
A young elf bounds toward that tavern, about teenage looking for a human. She's dressed in colorful clothes and has a small dagger strapped to her waist. Following her is another elf. They shares a family resemblance with her, maybe an older sibling? They're dressed in a breastplate and military wear, and you can see the ends of a tattoo on his hands and neck.
Viviian, a drow half-elf girl, watches the pair enter the inn, curious about the new elves
The girl skips over. "Hello!" The sibling watches from afar.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
The stone arch outside has changed. Instead of creating frost, it seems to be absorbing the nearby light. The sound of sharpening blades echoes from it.
"I... have to be.... able to protect... you myself."
"No!! we both protect each other!!" he said
"I do not... want you hurt." Mirinn pushes herself up, getting into a standing position, albeit standing very unsteadily. "I... have to be strong... for both of us."
*Stroth and Zylna PTSD*
Harbor, despite knowing she is in pain, slaps her. His blue eyes growing with tears "wake up mirrin!! i can handle myself! i am strong! i am not glass! i will not break!"
Her head hangs to the side for a moment, then she turns it back towards him, and one of her eyes seems to be dyed red from blood. "Mon ami... I do not want to lose you... like my previous company..." Tears start to well up a bit.
Harbor looks up at her, biting his tongue not to yell at her, his chin quivering a bit. "When you cry i cry..." he said and shifted from paw to paw "You will not loose me. Im to hard to get rid of!" he said and chuckled "Im more worried about loosing you!"
"I will be fine... this..." She gestured at the hole in her midsection. "...is nothing."
"THAT IS SUCH HOGWASH!!" he said and uncorked a small crystal vial "DRINK."
She grabbed the vial, looked at it for a moment, and drunk it.
She regains 37 HP
The hole closes a bit, but it's still very wide and open. "Thank you, mon ami."
"im going to make you drink a thousand of those!"
She reassuringly smiled. "I will probably only need 4 or 5."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A young elf bounds toward that tavern, about teenage looking for a human. She's dressed in colorful clothes and has a small dagger strapped to her waist. Following her is another elf. They shares a family resemblance with her, maybe an older sibling? They're dressed in a breastplate and military wear, and you can see the ends of a tattoo on his hands and neck.
Gravedigger looks over "welcome in"
The young girl brushes by him. The older sibling offers a apologetic nod.
"Where are you two from?"
The girl calls behind her. "Oh you know, the forest."
"Which one?"
The girl shrugs. The sibling pulls out a map.
Gravedigger looks at it
It shows a foreign world, and the sibling points at a specific forest.
"What made you come here?"
The younger girl replies. "Because I wanted to."
"What's your name?"
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
"Aberration. Were you ever afraid of some sort of boogeyman as a child?"
"As a child my fear was getting killed by hunters or hawks. Are you a boogeyman?"
"In a sense, yes. I am a Nightmare Apostle. Were you originally a demon, or were you something else to start out?"
"Ferret, you?"
"I was many things. People. Animals. Machines. They all tore each other apart, and I took physical form from their remains... and their fears. Now, since you weren't a demon initially, do you still have a true name?"
"I'm vivian," She offers a hand
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
It shows a foreign world, and the sibling points at a specific forest.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Jason does not help whatsoever
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
She regains 43 HP
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 made you come here?"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
Charlotte frowns. "What are you doing?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"its a speical places to me... my domain"
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 hole closes a bit, but it's still very wide and open. "Thank you, mon ami."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"why are you so thick?"
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
"Handshake? Is that not a thing?"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"im going to make you drink a thousand of those!"
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 younger girl replies. "Because I wanted to."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Oh... How quaint."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
The stone arch outside has changed. Instead of creating frost, it seems to be absorbing the nearby light. The sound of sharpening blades echoes from it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Its jsut as beautiful as you."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*i feel like i should re-visit old characters and such, remaking them and bring them in :]*
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
She reassuringly smiled. "I will probably only need 4 or 5."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"YES!"
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
"What's your name?"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
"Yes. Are you about to ask for it?"
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?