August walks into the inn, having to duck his head to fit in the door. The lights dim as he enters. "A glass of water, please."
Throden-Ihtros serves them some. "Who are you?"
"My name is August."
"I see. Now that is your name. Who are you?"
He pulls open his coat, revealing the full text on his jumpsuit. It seems to be some sort of medical record. "Rotford Asylum for the Mentally, Physically and Emotionally Deficient, Patient 6402: The Prized Student. Maladies: Severe burns, terminal illness, homosexuality, delusions of persecution by coworkers."
"I see. And how do you feel about such acussations?"
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A 5'8" human women is walking towards the tavern. She has slightly tanned skin, with large brown eyes framed with a pair of glasses. Her black hair is around shoulder length in a braid, and she looks to be in her 20s. She wears a labcoat with a breast pocket, a yellow sweater underneath the labcoat, and a pair of black pants. A patch on one shoulder reads 'Rotford Asylum for the Mentally, Physically, and Emotionally Deficient.' with a badge she's wearing reading 'Dr. Catherine of RAMPED pychological division'. At her waist, clipped to her belt, is a stun baton/taser
August slowly turns his head with an audible cracking.
When she spots him she smiles, though its hard to tell if its warm or threatening
He tilts his head, expressionless as he was before. He waits inside the inn.
August walks into the inn, having to duck his head to fit in the door. The lights dim as he enters. "A glass of water, please."
Throden-Ihtros serves them some. "Who are you?"
"My name is August."
"I see. Now that is your name. Who are you?"
He pulls open his coat, revealing the full text on his jumpsuit. It seems to be some sort of medical record. "Rotford Asylum for the Mentally, Physically and Emotionally Deficient, Patient 6402: The Prized Student. Maladies: Severe burns, terminal illness, homosexuality, delusions of persecution by coworkers."
"I see. And how do you feel about such acussations?"
"Most of them are true, and if I was delusional I by definition wouldn't know, would I?"
August walks into the inn, having to duck his head to fit in the door. The lights dim as he enters. "A glass of water, please."
Throden-Ihtros serves them some. "Who are you?"
"My name is August."
"I see. Now that is your name. Who are you?"
He pulls open his coat, revealing the full text on his jumpsuit. It seems to be some sort of medical record. "Rotford Asylum for the Mentally, Physically and Emotionally Deficient, Patient 6402: The Prized Student. Maladies: Severe burns, terminal illness, homosexuality, delusions of persecution by coworkers."
"I see. And how do you feel about such acussations?"
"Most of them are true, and if I was delusional I by definition wouldn't know, would I?"
"Yes, but people's views are important. Are you on probations?"
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August walks into the inn, having to duck his head to fit in the door. The lights dim as he enters. "A glass of water, please."
Throden-Ihtros serves them some. "Who are you?"
"My name is August."
"I see. Now that is your name. Who are you?"
He pulls open his coat, revealing the full text on his jumpsuit. It seems to be some sort of medical record. "Rotford Asylum for the Mentally, Physically and Emotionally Deficient, Patient 6402: The Prized Student. Maladies: Severe burns, terminal illness, homosexuality, delusions of persecution by coworkers."
"I see. And how do you feel about such acussations?"
"Most of them are true, and if I was delusional I by definition wouldn't know, would I?"
"Yes, but people's views are important. Are you on probations?"
"Sadly, the R.A.M.P.E.D. doesn't do probations. They believe that by letting the unwell mingle with society, they risked normalizing various maladies."
The still unnamed air genasi, who was with E, saw E disappear (teleport), and starts searching for them in a panic, as E is the only one who has talked with him. Eventually he finds him back in the attic, as he can practically explore any physical place.
A 5'8" human women is walking towards the tavern. She has slightly tanned skin, with large brown eyes framed with a pair of glasses. Her black hair is around shoulder length in a braid, and she looks to be in her 20s. She wears a labcoat with a breast pocket, a yellow sweater underneath the labcoat, and a pair of black pants. A patch on one shoulder reads 'Rotford Asylum for the Mentally, Physically, and Emotionally Deficient.' with a badge she's wearing reading 'Dr. Catherine of RAMPED pychological division'. At her waist, clipped to her belt, is a stun baton/taser
Throden-Ihtros waves. "Do you require substance currently?"
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.
A 5'8" human women is walking towards the tavern. She has slightly tanned skin, with large brown eyes framed with a pair of glasses. Her black hair is around shoulder length in a braid, and she looks to be in her 20s. She wears a labcoat with a breast pocket, a yellow sweater underneath the labcoat, and a pair of black pants. A patch on one shoulder reads 'Rotford Asylum for the Mentally, Physically, and Emotionally Deficient.' with a badge she's wearing reading 'Dr. Catherine of RAMPED pychological division'. At her waist, clipped to her belt, is a stun baton/taser
August slowly turns his head with an audible cracking.
When she spots him she smiles, though its hard to tell if its warm or threatening
He tilts his head, expressionless as he was before. He waits inside the inn.
The still unnamed air genasi, who was with E, saw E disappear (teleport), and starts searching for them in a panic, as E is the only one who has talked with him. Eventually he finds him back in the attic, as he can practically explore any physical place.
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A skeleton in black armor is attempting to extricate himself from a grave.
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 see. And how do you feel about such acussations?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He tilts his head, expressionless as he was before. He waits inside the inn.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Most of them are true, and if I was delusional I by definition wouldn't know, would I?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Afternoon, my boy/girl/person.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Yes, but people's views are important. Are you on probations?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*I can be anyone. Who do you need right now?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Sadly, the R.A.M.P.E.D. doesn't do probations. They believe that by letting the unwell mingle with society, they risked normalizing various maladies."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Xan is being pinned by The Chimera.
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
Kaz is outside. He is summoning a fiery spirit using a summoning spell.
Xan is being pinned by The Chimera.
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
*Actually, the Chimera was just telekinetically shoved off of Xan.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*ah*
Xan is sitting up and snarling "what the bells was that about.."
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
August walks over and offers him a hand.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*hello my people*
Rani is standing in the graveyard, whispering.
The still unnamed air genasi, who was with E, saw E disappear (teleport), and starts searching for them in a panic, as E is the only one who has talked with him. Eventually he finds him back in the attic, as he can practically explore any physical place.
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⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
"This is called grappling." It says simply, "And i'm bored."
"what the heck was that..."
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
"Substance? Like food and water?" She asks
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
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.
She enters the tavern hersel after a few minutes
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
A skeleton in black armor is attempting to extricate himself from a grave.
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.
August walks behind a barrel and seemingly disappears.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The chimera glares at him
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