"How interesting. I've never met a demon before. Now that you've told me your name, may you tell me mine? It begins with an E, but I have forgotten the rest."
The town cemetery is stirring. A gravestone, worn away from the winds of time shifts and settles in the dirt. The grass shakes, and a skeletal hand, bleached white, claws at the surface. Some angry cursing is coming from below as the rest of the skeleton tries to dig its way out.
Harbor looks at it and sets down his pumpkins and walks over, digging them out. "You ok mate?"
The skeleton manages to pull his torso out of the ground. "The best I could be in this state." The skeleton's voice is breathless and whispery, and he is clad in conquistador armor painted black.
Harbor chuckles "Im Harbor Bird but you can call me Harbor. Who are you?"
"Emmet Ix'Illyian." The skeleton struggles to pull himself out. "Pass me that spade."
"pleasure to meet ya mate" he said and grinned, passing him it.
Emmet shifts and loosens the dirt around him with the shovel.
harbor helps but digging
Emmet plants his hands on the ground and climbs out of the grave. He dusts himself off. "Thank you."
harbor nods "Your very welcome"
Emmet turns and gets a good look at Harbor. "What's your name?"
"Just told ya mate" he said with a chuckle "get the rest of the dirt out of yer ears"
Emmet removes his skull from his spine and shakes it out. A considerable amount of dirt falls out, along with a gold tooth.
Harbor watches and hands him the gold tooth "i do believe you dropped this"
Emmet nods and replaces the tooth. "Care to help me retrieve my belongings?"
"I can try" he said and nodded
Emmet grins as much as a skeleton can. "Have any rope?"
"I do not but i can go find some" he said
"That would be wonderful."
He grins and runs off, coming back a few minutes later with rope
Emmet nods and starts tying the rope in a harness around his breastplate. "Hold this end."
Harbor raises and eyebrow but does so
"Alright, the grave is pretty deep. When I tug twice, pull the rope."
"Okay?" he said and nodded
Emmet walks over to the hole and jumps in. After a few minutes, hetugs on the rope.
Harbor drags him out
Instead of a skeleton clad in black armor, a backpack is attached to the rope.
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 interesting. I've never met a demon before. Now that you've told me your name, may you tell me mine? It begins with an E, but I have forgotten the rest."
"Keep it at E, leaves the rest of the name up to the users mind" Remor purred and licked his paw
"How interesting. I've never met a demon before. Now that you've told me your name, may you tell me mine? It begins with an E, but I have forgotten the rest."
"Keep it at E, leaves the rest of the name up to the users mind" Remor purred and licked his paw
"If you insist, I shall simply be 'E' for this meeting. Now then, would you like anything to eat or drink? Or perhaps you would like a gift?"
"How interesting. I've never met a demon before. Now that you've told me your name, may you tell me mine? It begins with an E, but I have forgotten the rest."
"Keep it at E, leaves the rest of the name up to the users mind" Remor purred and licked his paw
"If you insist, I shall simply be 'E' for this meeting. Now then, would you like anything to eat or drink? Or perhaps you would like a gift?"
"Neither." he said, curling up on a chair "I am quite fine conversing with you, that is a treasure after all"
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
"How interesting. I've never met a demon before. Now that you've told me your name, may you tell me mine? It begins with an E, but I have forgotten the rest."
"Keep it at E, leaves the rest of the name up to the users mind" Remor purred and licked his paw
"If you insist, I shall simply be 'E' for this meeting. Now then, would you like anything to eat or drink? Or perhaps you would like a gift?"
"Neither." he said, curling up on a chair "I am quite fine conversing with you, that is a treasure after all"
"Then what do you wish to converse about, little one?"
"How interesting. I've never met a demon before. Now that you've told me your name, may you tell me mine? It begins with an E, but I have forgotten the rest."
"Keep it at E, leaves the rest of the name up to the users mind" Remor purred and licked his paw
"If you insist, I shall simply be 'E' for this meeting. Now then, would you like anything to eat or drink? Or perhaps you would like a gift?"
"Neither." he said, curling up on a chair "I am quite fine conversing with you, that is a treasure after all"
"Then what do you wish to converse about, little one?"
"Please do not call me little one. My form as of now is little but what i truly am is much bigger then this" he said and stretches.
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 opens in a bit of a forceful way. A young man stands in its entrance with a grimace on his face. He wears a roman-like tunic made of white and red cloth with thin plates of metal hiding underneath and thin sandals made of leather with silver buckles. He wears two bracers made of bronze-like metal that are decorated with images of fighting centaurs. A thin silver band is around his head and forehead. He carries a sword made of silver, iron, and some other metal that shines like the moon.
He stands about 6'5 with a well muscular body. His fair skin is dappled with freckles all over. His cold silver eyes stare ahead but never at anyone. His short auburn hair is tussled and mussed up. Two pairs of thick, scarlet wings jut out from his shoulder blades, they are folded neatly behind him.
He narrows his eyes at the crowd of people in the tavern and immediately walks past them all. Red coloring that is different from his tunic and such beings to dye his clothes as he starts to limp "Gods no.. i am not out of time yet.." he mutters and sits on the couch, holding his side.
Vivian walks over, concerned about the guy bleeding on the couch, "Um, hello?"
He bares his teeth at her. "Back you runt!" he snaps.
She flinches at him snapping at her, "I-i'm not a r-runt."
He stares at her coldly before turning away from her "Go find your mother child"
Vivian is quiet for a moment before he feels a pillow hit him in the back of the head
He snaps his head towards her, his cold eyes suddenly burning with fury.
Vivian visibly steps back, but glares back at him
The man stands up and picks up his sword. He spins it in his hands and stabs the pillow into the couch. "Leave me alone child"
"I have a name. Stop being such a jerk!"
"You are a child" he hissed "Begone with you"
"I'm almost an adult." she huffs, "And youre bleeding, so you don't seem any more adult."
He narrows his eyes and sits back down, grunting a bit. "Just... leave me alone"
vivian instead sits next to him, "No, i'm either going to annoy you or help you. your choice."
"How can you even help me" he said and narrowed his eyes
"You're bleeding. I know a bit of magic to help with that."
"You can try but a god caused this"
"God shmod, healing is healing." She says, casting healing spirit
(How many HP points does he get?)
18 per round for a minute straight
*so that would be ..... 54..?*
The wound seems to look like its healing but lets out more blood as it does.
"Maybe you just need bandages."
"sure..." he said and grumbled
Vivian rummages thrpugh her pack and hands him some gauze
the door opens in a bit of a forceful way. A young man stands in its entrance with a grimace on his face. He wears a roman-like tunic made of white and red cloth with thin plates of metal hiding underneath and thin sandals made of leather with silver buckles. He wears two bracers made of bronze-like metal that are decorated with images of fighting centaurs. A thin silver band is around his head and forehead. He carries a sword made of silver, iron, and some other metal that shines like the moon.
He stands about 6'5 with a well muscular body. His fair skin is dappled with freckles all over. His cold silver eyes stare ahead but never at anyone. His short auburn hair is tussled and mussed up. Two pairs of thick, scarlet wings jut out from his shoulder blades, they are folded neatly behind him.
He narrows his eyes at the crowd of people in the tavern and immediately walks past them all. Red coloring that is different from his tunic and such beings to dye his clothes as he starts to limp "Gods no.. i am not out of time yet.." he mutters and sits on the couch, holding his side.
Vivian walks over, concerned about the guy bleeding on the couch, "Um, hello?"
He bares his teeth at her. "Back you runt!" he snaps.
She flinches at him snapping at her, "I-i'm not a r-runt."
He stares at her coldly before turning away from her "Go find your mother child"
Vivian is quiet for a moment before he feels a pillow hit him in the back of the head
He snaps his head towards her, his cold eyes suddenly burning with fury.
Vivian visibly steps back, but glares back at him
The man stands up and picks up his sword. He spins it in his hands and stabs the pillow into the couch. "Leave me alone child"
"I have a name. Stop being such a jerk!"
"You are a child" he hissed "Begone with you"
"I'm almost an adult." she huffs, "And youre bleeding, so you don't seem any more adult."
He narrows his eyes and sits back down, grunting a bit. "Just... leave me alone"
vivian instead sits next to him, "No, i'm either going to annoy you or help you. your choice."
"How can you even help me" he said and narrowed his eyes
"You're bleeding. I know a bit of magic to help with that."
"You can try but a god caused this"
"God shmod, healing is healing." She says, casting healing spirit
(How many HP points does he get?)
18 per round for a minute straight
*so that would be ..... 54..?*
The wound seems to look like its healing but lets out more blood as it does.
"Maybe you just need bandages."
"sure..." he said and grumbled
Vivian rummages thrpugh her pack and hands him some gauze
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
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
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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"mn" she said, seeming a bit restless.
"Because we both have something the other one wants" he 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
"How interesting. I've never met a demon before. Now that you've told me your name, may you tell me mine? It begins with an E, but I have forgotten the rest."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Instead of a skeleton clad in black armor, a backpack is attached to the rope.
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.
"Keep it at E, leaves the rest of the name up to the users mind" Remor purred and licked his paw
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
"If you insist, I shall simply be 'E' for this meeting. Now then, would you like anything to eat or drink? Or perhaps you would like a gift?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Neither." he said, curling up on a chair "I am quite fine conversing with you, that is a treasure after all"
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
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
"Then what do you wish to converse about, little one?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Please do not call me little one. My form as of now is little but what i truly am is much bigger then this" he said and stretches.
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 must go now. Love ya all.*
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
*Bye~ !*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Let me guess, you sent a clone to watch that guy." He sighs
"Hm... i don't see a use for it." He shrugs
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
(Bye)
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
Vivian rummages thrpugh her pack and hands him some gauze
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
Vivian rummages thrpugh her pack and hands him some gauze
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
(You posted the same thing twice)
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 happens*
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
*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
Gravedigger is writing
Jonas is outside cutting down a tree
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