(Foxfolk samurai who's an overall pain in the arse, and some noble thief that has WAY too many rapiers that he shines HOURLY, but is at least predictable.)
(how about the thief)
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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
*Anybody else want to rp with my numerous, although not expansive character roster?*
*Sure. I got my new character, the Elf-Dragonborn Woman.*
*I'd spit out my water if I had any, what character do you want to deal with then?*
*Any of them is fine. :]*
*Hmm,*
Ragnerious is getting a sandwich proportionate to has size, which is the largest sandwich most will ever see considering he's a 15ft dragon hybrid.
A few meters from him, the sound of blades hitting stone can be heard. An Aereni Elf dressed in black and red robes is sparring against stone golems. She has coffee-colored skin that is marred with scars. Her long ash-colored hair is tied back in a ponytail, little bits of gold woven into each strand, and dark red horns extend from her hairline into sharp points. Her eyes are bright red, flecked with gold, and her pupils are cat-like. Her robes seem to shimmer slightly in the sun, the fabric woven with adamantine threads. She artfully swings her longsword, which she pulls from a sheath shaped like a sleeping red dragon. She cuts through the golems with ease, the blade turning red hot.
Rag puts down his sandwich and decides to get off the ground. He walks over, his sheer weight cracking the stone on the ground, the heat radiating from his body enough to melt any stone if it gets too close, but not enough to hurt the elf as they regulate it. He takes his axe off his belt and rests it on his shoulder "Do you need any help with that?" He says in his heavy although friendly voice.
She looks up and shakes her head "Nothing I have not done before." She said and chuckles.
He puts his axe back on his belt, laughing as well as he sits down and watches "I'll leave you to it then."
She nods, waving. She turns around to the golems and opens her mouth. Fire expels rapidly, burning the stone golemns, and superheating them.
He laughs heartily and slaps his leg, making a sound like lightning crashing, the action breaking the stone even farther underneath him, although accidentally.
*meanwhile, in the less dangerous part of the timeline…*
Since there hasn’t been an imminent threat to Theren, Thirteen is now thinking of new purposes for all the undead he made. And as it’s October…
Mauric feels like he’s the only one trying to actually carry out the whole competition thing with Felix.
Loriche is now wealthy, and is thinking about using her newfound riches to make gold armor.
Prospero is walking by, drinking a quart of heavy cream when he sees all the undead. "You, uh, making sure these guys don't do anything bad? Like, you know, eating people?"
Felix is practicing rigorously nearby, and hasn't slept in days despite being beat up twice in the past week.
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
*meanwhile, in the less dangerous part of the timeline…*
Since there hasn’t been an imminent threat to Theren, Thirteen is now thinking of new purposes for all the undead he made. And as it’s October…
Mauric feels like he’s the only one trying to actually carry out the whole competition thing with Felix.
Loriche is now wealthy, and is thinking about using her newfound riches to make gold armor.
Prospero is walking by, drinking a quart of heavy cream when he sees all the undead. "You, uh, making sure these guys don't do anything bad? Like, you know, eating people?"
Felix is practicing rigorously nearby, and hasn't slept in days despite being beat up twice in the past week.
He turns to Prospero. “They won’t eat anybody I don’t want eaten. And I don’t want anybody eaten.”
Mauric goes to Felix. “Are… are you alright?”
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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.
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
Prospero is walking by, drinking a quart of heavy cream when he sees all the undead. "You, uh, making sure these guys don't do anything bad? Like, you know, eating people?"
Felix is practicing rigorously nearby, and hasn't slept in days despite being beat up twice in the past week.
He turns to Prospero. “They won’t eat anybody I don’t want eaten. And I don’t want anybody eaten.”
Mauric goes to Felix. “Are… are you alright?”
He wipes the brow of his crappy helmet. "That's good. Too many necromancers these days get caught up in the hype and become villains, you know? Makes heroing a lot harder."
He turns. "I'm better when I'm worse. I'll sleep before our competition."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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"He can be an idiot."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(how about the thief)
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
She raises a brow "Dragon blood?"
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
"Everyone is." She says
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
*meanwhile, in the less dangerous part of the timeline…*
Since there hasn’t been an imminent threat to Theren, Thirteen is now thinking of new purposes for all the undead he made. And as it’s October…
Mauric feels like he’s the only one trying to actually carry out the whole competition thing with Felix.
Loriche is now wealthy, and is thinking about using her newfound riches to make gold armor.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"His name is Theren Dotsk. There are a lot of stories and rumors out there about him. Dunno if you've heard any of them"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Prospero is walking by, drinking a quart of heavy cream when he sees all the undead. "You, uh, making sure these guys don't do anything bad? Like, you know, eating people?"
Felix is practicing rigorously nearby, and hasn't slept in days despite being beat up twice in the past week.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"A few, though more so rumors about him." She responds.
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
"Every ounce in my body. Assume you're the same?" He says, growing dragon horns and more scales as he goes into his hybrid form, growing even larger.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"what have ya heard?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(you want to rp wendigo?)
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
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He turns to Prospero. “They won’t eat anybody I don’t want eaten. And I don’t want anybody eaten.”
Mauric goes to Felix. “Are… are you alright?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Grandfather was The Dragonlord of the Eastern Spine of the world." She said, nodding.
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
"From my soldiers." She said.
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
"And what have they said about him?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Don't know my grandfather's titles. Never told me, never wanted to know. Yours sounds strong though." He says, cleaning his teeth with a smaller axe.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
(you want to rp wendigo?)
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
"Strong willed, bright, strong." She thinks, counting them off.
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
He wipes the brow of his crappy helmet. "That's good. Too many necromancers these days get caught up in the hype and become villains, you know? Makes heroing a lot harder."
He turns. "I'm better when I'm worse. I'll sleep before our competition."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels