*btw will be a bit slow with some reply’s for a bit*
Phoenix is drinking some coffee and reading a book inside the tavern.
Hearthstone is shopping in town, buying new clothes. He hums to himself as he walks.
A crusader in full plate armor and a helm that radiates holy energy walks into the tavern. He sits at the bar, ordering a drink, somehow drinking it down with the helm still on.
They see something crashing down from the sky, not a meteor, something more compact than that. In lands in the square, a man in strange armor walking out.
*btw will be a bit slow with some reply’s for a bit*
Phoenix is drinking some coffee and reading a book inside the tavern.
Hearthstone is shopping in town, buying new clothes. He hums to himself as he walks.
A crusader in full plate armor and a helm that radiates holy energy walks into the tavern. He sits at the bar, ordering a drink, somehow drinking it down with the helm still on.
They see something crashing down from the sky, not a meteor, something more compact than that. In lands in the square, a man in strange armor walking out.
He shrugs, having seen way stranger. The man in armor drinking with a helm on was nothing to the eldritch horrors he nearly died to.
Hearthstone is examining some robes in a shop window when this happens, he feels the earth tremble but continues to examine the robes.
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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.
*btw will be a bit slow with some reply’s for a bit*
Phoenix is drinking some coffee and reading a book inside the tavern.
Hearthstone is shopping in town, buying new clothes. He hums to himself as he walks.
A crusader in full plate armor and a helm that radiates holy energy walks into the tavern. He sits at the bar, ordering a drink, somehow drinking it down with the helm still on.
They see something crashing down from the sky, not a meteor, something more compact than that. In lands in the square, a man in strange armor walking out.
He shrugs, having seen way stranger. The man in armor drinking with a helm on was nothing to the eldritch horrors he nearly died to.
Hearthstone is examining some robes in a shop window when this happens, he feels the earth tremble but continues to examine the robes.
When the crusader looks to them they recognize something in themselves in his eyes. The reflection of eldritch monstrosities, and surviving such encounters.
The man in strange armor unholsters a strange weapon, what looks to be a pistol, but far too advanced to be the same. He walks into the shop, looking around, his helmet hiding his suspicious eyes.
*btw will be a bit slow with some reply’s for a bit*
Phoenix is drinking some coffee and reading a book inside the tavern.
Hearthstone is shopping in town, buying new clothes. He hums to himself as he walks.
A crusader in full plate armor and a helm that radiates holy energy walks into the tavern. He sits at the bar, ordering a drink, somehow drinking it down with the helm still on.
They see something crashing down from the sky, not a meteor, something more compact than that. In lands in the square, a man in strange armor walking out.
He shrugs, having seen way stranger. The man in armor drinking with a helm on was nothing to the eldritch horrors he nearly died to.
Hearthstone is examining some robes in a shop window when this happens, he feels the earth tremble but continues to examine the robes.
When the crusader looks to them they recognize something in themselves in his eyes. The reflection of eldritch monstrosities, and surviving such encounters.
The man in strange armor unholsters a strange weapon, what looks to be a pistol, but far too advanced to be the same. He walks into the shop, looking around, his helmet hiding his suspicious eyes.
Phoenix lets out a snort of laughter.
Hearthstone watches them through narrowed eyes, preparing a spell
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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.
*btw will be a bit slow with some reply’s for a bit*
Phoenix is drinking some coffee and reading a book inside the tavern.
Hearthstone is shopping in town, buying new clothes. He hums to himself as he walks.
A crusader in full plate armor and a helm that radiates holy energy walks into the tavern. He sits at the bar, ordering a drink, somehow drinking it down with the helm still on.
They see something crashing down from the sky, not a meteor, something more compact than that. In lands in the square, a man in strange armor walking out.
He shrugs, having seen way stranger. The man in armor drinking with a helm on was nothing to the eldritch horrors he nearly died to.
Hearthstone is examining some robes in a shop window when this happens, he feels the earth tremble but continues to examine the robes.
When the crusader looks to them they recognize something in themselves in his eyes. The reflection of eldritch monstrosities, and surviving such encounters.
The man in strange armor unholsters a strange weapon, what looks to be a pistol, but far too advanced to be the same. He walks into the shop, looking around, his helmet hiding his suspicious eyes.
Phoenix lets out a snort of laughter.
Hearthstone watches them through narrowed eyes, preparing a spell
He raises a mug in laughter “What is so funny friend?”
Of course they can’t hear what the person is saying, but they see them lead and cock their pistol.
*btw will be a bit slow with some reply’s for a bit*
Phoenix is drinking some coffee and reading a book inside the tavern.
Hearthstone is shopping in town, buying new clothes. He hums to himself as he walks.
A crusader in full plate armor and a helm that radiates holy energy walks into the tavern. He sits at the bar, ordering a drink, somehow drinking it down with the helm still on.
They see something crashing down from the sky, not a meteor, something more compact than that. In lands in the square, a man in strange armor walking out.
He shrugs, having seen way stranger. The man in armor drinking with a helm on was nothing to the eldritch horrors he nearly died to.
Hearthstone is examining some robes in a shop window when this happens, he feels the earth tremble but continues to examine the robes.
When the crusader looks to them they recognize something in themselves in his eyes. The reflection of eldritch monstrosities, and surviving such encounters.
The man in strange armor unholsters a strange weapon, what looks to be a pistol, but far too advanced to be the same. He walks into the shop, looking around, his helmet hiding his suspicious eyes.
Phoenix lets out a snort of laughter.
Hearthstone watches them through narrowed eyes, preparing a spell
He raises a mug in laughter “What is so funny friend?”
Of course they can’t hear what the person is saying, but they see them lead and cock their pistol.
“Oh nothin. Your armor. Such a weird quality for it to have.”
Hearthstone bursts inside the shop, lightning crackling in his palms as he touches the shoulder of the man, overloading his body and the pistol with electricity.
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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.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Felix (the strugel) has set up little shrines to the hospitality gods in the tavern and the Red Plate.
Oswald is recalling iron shipments so that he can melt them down instead of selling them.
Egregore is trying juggling tricks.
*If you have the time, look up Miss Scarlet and the Duke Opening Theme. For some reason, I think it's Oswald's aesthetic when I hear it.*
*I see where you are coming from. I always think of some sort of deep, pounding rhythm when I think of what Oswald's theme would be. You know, like pounding machinery.*
*[Sigh]* *I am genuinely upset about a children's game, i'm such a dissapointment to my bloodline*
A crusader in full plate armor and a helm that radiates holy energy walks into the tavern. He sits at the bar, ordering a drink, somehow drinking it down with the helm still on.
They see something crashing down from the sky, not a meteor, something more compact than that. In lands in the square, a man in strange armor walking out.
He shrugs, having seen way stranger. The man in armor drinking with a helm on was nothing to the eldritch horrors he nearly died to.
Hearthstone is examining some robes in a shop window when this happens, he feels the earth tremble but continues to examine the robes.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*no your not >:[ *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
When the crusader looks to them they recognize something in themselves in his eyes. The reflection of eldritch monstrosities, and surviving such encounters.
The man in strange armor unholsters a strange weapon, what looks to be a pistol, but far too advanced to be the same. He walks into the shop, looking around, his helmet hiding his suspicious eyes.
*I feel like this is proof of it. I'm playing a childrens card game, and i'm not even having fun anymore, and yet i keep playing*
*[sigh] ok, gonna finish character, that'll probably help a bit*
*Apparently, I am now going home. No one was there today at work and my boss said I could work from home. Woo hoo!*
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 lets out a snort of laughter.
Hearthstone watches them through narrowed eyes, preparing a spell
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*YAAAAYYYY!!!!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Congrats :D*
*Thats always nice*
He raises a mug in laughter “What is so funny friend?”
Of course they can’t hear what the person is saying, but they see them lead and cock their pistol.
“Oh nothin. Your armor. Such a weird quality for it to have.”
Hearthstone bursts inside the shop, lightning crackling in his palms as he touches the shoulder of the man, overloading his body and the pistol with electricity.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Felix (the strugel) has set up little shrines to the hospitality gods in the tavern and the Red Plate.
Oswald is recalling iron shipments so that he can melt them down instead of selling them.
Egregore is trying juggling tricks.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(good morning)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Hello! It is I! The most magical fairy princess of all!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*If you have the time, look up Miss Scarlet and the Duke Opening Theme. For some reason, I think it's Oswald's aesthetic when I hear it.*
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
*I see where you are coming from. I always think of some sort of deep, pounding rhythm when I think of what Oswald's theme would be. You know, like pounding machinery.*
*Metal riffs work pretty well, I think.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Okay, I arrived home. I have to do some writing quickly but I'll be on in a moment.*
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, joyous skrumblies*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*jus a repost for Wendi when they get back on*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.