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.
"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?"
"Yes. Are you about to ask for it?"
"Of course not. That would be... inappropriate. Is there anything that entices you?"
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.
"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?"
"Yes. Are you about to ask for it?"
"Of course not. That would be... inappropriate. Is there anything that entices you?"
"Trinkets, and Fun things. Are you a wispy shadow or do you have a true form?"
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?"
"Yes. Are you about to ask for it?"
"Of course not. That would be... inappropriate. Is there anything that entices you?"
"Trinkets, and Fun things. Are you a wispy shadow or do you have a true form?"
It holds a claw out of the magical darkness, revealing a mass of knotted flesh and jagged metal. "I believe that answers your question, as well as explains why I don't want to come downstairs. Now, tell me, what is an object you desire?"
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.
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.
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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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
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.
Gravedigger walks up to it
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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
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The viashino dramatically pops open the lock. Row after row of gold disks glitter from the case.
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.
"I work out."
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
"Oooo, shinies. What are they?"
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
*Unfortunalty i must go now. Love you all. i might remake a few characters to bring in here*
*Mighttttt bring back XAN*
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
"Of course not. That would be... inappropriate. Is there anything that entices you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Are you... gonna take it?"
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
The viashino's eyes glitter along with the gold. "...Money."
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.
*Oooo, drama*
*See ya dude*
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
"Trinkets, and Fun things. Are you a wispy shadow or do you have a true form?"
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
"Ooo, my favorite. So these brokers are the broker brokers."
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
*Hello everyone*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
(Hello)
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
It holds a claw out of the magical darkness, revealing a mass of knotted flesh and jagged metal. "I believe that answers your question, as well as explains why I don't want to come downstairs. Now, tell me, what is an object you desire?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*BUGS*
Now that i have your attention.
*MORE BUGS*
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
*Now I must leave. Love you all :D. planning on some....... *mwhahaha* HALLOWEEN stuff tomorrow!*
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
*Hey look! Your pfp is an actual wendigo now! Neat!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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
Gravedigger walks up to it
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