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
*hmmmmmm today I shall spin a wheel to see who I shall play.*
Brand is outside, hanging upside down from tree. He is doing sit-ups quietly without his mask on for once.
Xan is sitting on the couch. He is flirting with a Young man while subtlety asking for his soul.
Harbor is staying besides Mirrin. Whether its sitting outside her door while she sleeps, making her eat healthy foods and drink health potions, or sitting beside her while she rests on the couch. He seem very worried for his friend.
Mirinn walks out of her room, bandages wrapped around her stomach area where the hole is. She yawns a bit and looks down at Harbor sadly. "Mon ami, do not tell me you were there all night."
"then i won't tell you i was" he said and blinked his eyes, a bit drowsy from staying away
"Oh, please, you need rest as well."
"I don't. i need to take care of you.." He said
She reached down and patted his head. "That is my responsibility. Come, you need sleep." She reaches down and takes his hand, leading him downstairs to a couch.
He yawns and follows, not really having any mental fortitude at the moment to protest.
*LOL im pulling a god-mode and bringing back Sable*
*-Frustration at also deleting Silver's sheet-*
She sets him on the couch. "Now sleep, mon ami. I will be here when you wake up."
"No" he said and slapped his cheeks to wake himself up "I don't wanna sleep"
"I will keep you on the couch until you do, it is best to go ahead and rest."
"No" he said and folded his arms.
She frowned down at him, then sat at the end of the couch. "It is not healthy for you to not sleep."
"Its not healthy for you to come back home with a hole in your chest!!"
She went to say something, but closed her mouth. "I... sorry."
Harbor stared at her "I was worried! i was scared! Do you have any idea what was going through my mind!?"
She interlocked her fingers, slumping a bit. "I just wanted to be able to protect people without help..."
His ears lower till it looks like they are drooping "i know you do but somethings are to big to taken on by yer lonesome" he said
"That is why I took it on... so I could get stronger so I become to bit for them."
Harbor sighs and takes her hand, holding it in his fuzzy paw. "I know your strong, you an inspiration to me but going out without telling me makes me worried for ya" he said and took his other paw and clasped her hand with both "ill help you get stronger but promise me three things. If you get hurt, you will back away from a threat, if you know you are outmatched, you will back away from a threat, and if you want to accomplish something but know deep down it is impossible, come see me." He said and grinned "I'd be happy to help"
*MAH HEART*
She looks at him, tears building up in her eyes. As they spill out a bit, she nods.
He smiles and hugs her "Im here for ya Mirrin" he said and wiped his own tears away "Your makin me cry now!"
The door is opened as a young man walks in. He stands about 6'4 and appears to be muscular and slightly toned. He has red-brown hair that is swept back. His skin is very pale, almost like ivory. His eyes are a bright silver color with flecks of red in them that seem to have a bored look on them. He wears a simple white button-up dress shirt that has the sleeves rolled up, on his arms are runes are burned into his flesh, wrapped around his arms like ribbon. He wears long black slacks that are connected to black leather suspenders that go over his shoulders, and simple black shoes. He carries in his arms a black coat with silver buttons. In his mouth is a lit cigarette. two silver stud earrings pinned with diamonds are in his ears while thick silver rings sit on each of his fingers.
He walks immediately towards the library and sits inside on a armchair. He summons what looks like a glowing tome with a bejeweled eye on the front and begins reading it.
A tattooed elf in watches him from a table.
The man looks up, sensing eyes on him. He smiles "yes?"
They shrug and attempt to sign something.
The man tilts his head (Sable understand sign language)
What book is that?
"It is my spell book" he said
Of course.
The elf has a tome open on front of him.
The man nods "I am Sable Guidera Rose. and you are?"
(Nice. If all goes well [which I doubt it will] I'll be introing an actually good character into the tavern today)
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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
*hmmmmmm today I shall spin a wheel to see who I shall play.*
Brand is outside, hanging upside down from tree. He is doing sit-ups quietly without his mask on for once.
Xan is sitting on the couch. He is flirting with a Young man while subtlety asking for his soul.
Harbor is staying besides Mirrin. Whether its sitting outside her door while she sleeps, making her eat healthy foods and drink health potions, or sitting beside her while she rests on the couch. He seem very worried for his friend.
Mirinn walks out of her room, bandages wrapped around her stomach area where the hole is. She yawns a bit and looks down at Harbor sadly. "Mon ami, do not tell me you were there all night."
"then i won't tell you i was" he said and blinked his eyes, a bit drowsy from staying away
"Oh, please, you need rest as well."
"I don't. i need to take care of you.." He said
She reached down and patted his head. "That is my responsibility. Come, you need sleep." She reaches down and takes his hand, leading him downstairs to a couch.
He yawns and follows, not really having any mental fortitude at the moment to protest.
*LOL im pulling a god-mode and bringing back Sable*
*-Frustration at also deleting Silver's sheet-*
She sets him on the couch. "Now sleep, mon ami. I will be here when you wake up."
"No" he said and slapped his cheeks to wake himself up "I don't wanna sleep"
"I will keep you on the couch until you do, it is best to go ahead and rest."
"No" he said and folded his arms.
She frowned down at him, then sat at the end of the couch. "It is not healthy for you to not sleep."
"Its not healthy for you to come back home with a hole in your chest!!"
She went to say something, but closed her mouth. "I... sorry."
Harbor stared at her "I was worried! i was scared! Do you have any idea what was going through my mind!?"
She interlocked her fingers, slumping a bit. "I just wanted to be able to protect people without help..."
His ears lower till it looks like they are drooping "i know you do but somethings are to big to taken on by yer lonesome" he said
"That is why I took it on... so I could get stronger so I become to bit for them."
Harbor sighs and takes her hand, holding it in his fuzzy paw. "I know your strong, you an inspiration to me but going out without telling me makes me worried for ya" he said and took his other paw and clasped her hand with both "ill help you get stronger but promise me three things. If you get hurt, you will back away from a threat, if you know you are outmatched, you will back away from a threat, and if you want to accomplish something but know deep down it is impossible, come see me." He said and grinned "I'd be happy to help"
*MAH HEART*
She looks at him, tears building up in her eyes. As they spill out a bit, she nods.
He smiles and hugs her "Im here for ya Mirrin" he said and wiped his own tears away "Your makin me cry now!"
She hugs him for about a minute, then pushes him back. "You still need sleep."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
As the lizardfolk enters, the lights flicker. They do their best to stay as far away from the lights as possible as they make their way to the bar. Seeing no one there, they place a large stack of gold coins on top of the lockbox and start mixing drinks.
"Free drinks! Who wants one?" They're closely examining everyone in the inn.
A very short viashino walks up to the bar with a suitcase. "Did you say free?"
The lizardfolk looks at them with interest and smiles. "Of course! I've already paid for them. Now, what would you like?"
"Ergh. Some beer."
"Oh." They seem mildly disappointed, but don't stop smiling. "Coming right up!"
The viashino scrambles onto a bar stool and places the case on the bartop.
The lizardfolk slides the viashino a beer in a large glass. "Now tell me, if you could have a life of adventure while remaining perfectly safe, would you?"
"No. Adventure isn't fun without risk."
The lizardfolk grins. "I never said it would be without risk. I just said that you would be safe. Come, and take a tour of the Silver Maw. I can take you places beyond your wildest dreams, as terrible as the hells or as beautiful as the feywild."
"Oh man. I couldn't leave my friends." He takes a large swig of beer.
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.
*Please, I'm begging you(not really, but please, it's killing me)*
(Mine is suffering as well)
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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
The door is opened as a young man walks in. He stands about 6'4 and appears to be muscular and slightly toned. He has red-brown hair that is swept back. His skin is very pale, almost like ivory. His eyes are a bright silver color with flecks of red in them that seem to have a bored look on them. He wears a simple white button-up dress shirt that has the sleeves rolled up, on his arms are runes are burned into his flesh, wrapped around his arms like ribbon. He wears long black slacks that are connected to black leather suspenders that go over his shoulders, and simple black shoes. He carries in his arms a black coat with silver buttons. In his mouth is a lit cigarette. two silver stud earrings pinned with diamonds are in his ears while thick silver rings sit on each of his fingers.
He walks immediately towards the library and sits inside on a armchair. He summons what looks like a glowing tome with a bejeweled eye on the front and begins reading it.
A tattooed elf in watches him from a table.
The man looks up, sensing eyes on him. He smiles "yes?"
They shrug and attempt to sign something.
The man tilts his head (Sable understand sign language)
What book is that?
"It is my spell book" he said
Of course.
The elf has a tome open on front of him.
The man nods "I am Sable Guidera Rose. and you are?"
He signs something that can be loosely translated as 'Scorn'
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 lizardfolk is pinning a notice to the board, singing under their breath.
"There's a hole in the world like a great black pit And the vermin of the world inhabit it And its morals aren't worth what a pig can spit And it goes by the name of Gloomwrought...
At the top of the hole sit a privileged few Making mock of the vermin in the lower zoo Turning beauty to filth and greed...
I have sailed the world and seen its wonders For the cruelty of men is as wondrous as the fey But there's no place like Gloomwrought...
No, there's no place like Gloomwrought..."
The notice is an advertisement for the Silver Maw, which, judging by what it reads, is the walking submarine outside.
One of the graves in the cemetery is rumbling. The words on the stone have been worn away by time, and the grass has long since withered away and been overtaken by vines. If you were underground, you might hear a slight cracking noise. If only six feet of packed earth weren't there.
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.
(How are you?)
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
He smiles and hugs her "Im here for ya Mirrin" he said and wiped his own tears away "Your makin me cry now!"
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 man nods "I am Sable Guidera Rose. and you are?"
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
*Okay. Just chilling*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*well it is good to hear you chilling*
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
(Nice. If all goes well [which I doubt it will] I'll be introing an actually good character into the tavern today)
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
*Please take it a bit easier on the quote chains, my chromebook is not having it today*
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
Extended signature: Here
She hugs him for about a minute, then pushes him back. "You still need sleep."
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.
*Please take it a bit easier on the quote chains, my chromebook is not having it today*
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
Extended signature: Here
*Please, I'm begging you(not really, but please, it's killing me)*
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
Extended signature: Here
"No i dont" he said and flicked his stumpy tail.
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 crossed her arms, making a grumpy face.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Oh man. I couldn't leave my friends." He takes a large swig of beer.
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.
(Mine is suffering as well)
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
He signs something that can be loosely translated as 'Scorn'
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 lizardfolk is pinning a notice to the board, singing under their breath.
"There's a hole in the world like a great black pit
And the vermin of the world inhabit it
And its morals aren't worth what a pig can spit
And it goes by the name of Gloomwrought...
At the top of the hole sit a privileged few
Making mock of the vermin in the lower zoo
Turning beauty to filth and greed...
I have sailed the world and seen its wonders
For the cruelty of men is as wondrous as the fey
But there's no place like Gloomwrought...
No, there's no place like Gloomwrought..."
The notice is an advertisement for the Silver Maw, which, judging by what it reads, is the walking submarine outside.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He just stared back at her, and blepped at her.
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
"Hm" he said and nodded "pleasure to meet you"
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
One of the graves in the cemetery is rumbling. The words on the stone have been worn away by time, and the grass has long since withered away and been overtaken by vines. If you were underground, you might hear a slight cracking noise. If only six feet of packed earth weren't there.
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(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.
She stares at him sternly.
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