Theren slaps him hard and grabs his chin. "Listen. You're worrying about something that may happen. For the gods sake, pull yourself together! You're smarter than this."
“S-sorry.” He mutters, pulling back. “I just… I never really thought I’d be thinking about death like this. Sure, it might just be a thaumabiological process that happens to elves as a result of psychic age and has no connections to anything else… but it’s still kind of jarring, no? Especially when you viewed death so loosely already…”
"Thirteen...there are worse things than death, understand? Death is natural. It's something that happens."
“But I can’t die! My life’s work isn’t complete, and even if it was there are infinite things that need to be known! Life is meant for the pursuit of ever-greater revelations!” He pauses in his ranting. “You know, this is the first time in my life I’ve ever even considered lichdom.”
"If you even try to become a lich I will kill you." he says simply. "I know by the time I die what I will have wanted to complete wont be finished. But I'm okay with that. And you need to accept that my friend."
“I was joking. But I’m so old already, I guess I thought this was… just the way it was going to be. Living. I never thought about things ending. Not like this, at least. I had contingencies if I got killed, sure, but that was different. Survival and mortality are quite disparate concepts in my mind.”
"You'll be fine."
“I guess…” He sighs.
Theren sighs as well. "I could just go and kill the god/Goddess and your problems would vanish." he says with a shrug
“You can’t kill Angharradh!! She’s the literal divine queen of every being of elven ancestry!!”
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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.
*Anybody else want to rp? I've got characters to spare, and even I don't remember all of them. I've got, The Hellion, the Houndmaster, the Highwayman, the Crusader, the Grave robber, the Leper, the Abomination, the Bounty Hunter, the Jester, Damian, Sanviento, Benimaru, Ragnerious, Gon, Denji, Vergil, Whitebeard, Donquixote, and the two people I just introed, which is the Cowboy type and the Dark souls type.*
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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.'
*I got Scott [The Writer], Kinko [The Kitsune Restaurant Owner], Ichigo [The Oni], Allison [The Bard], Abi [The Sugar Goddess], Morgana [The Life Goddess], John Price [Dragon Hybrid], and Alix [The Akita Barbarian].*
*I'll take two, John Price, and you can pick the other. Allison would be good, maybe Morgana, maybe someone I don't rp with as often. Whoever you want.*
Price is smoking outside, looking over a map.
Allison is sitting in the tavern, writing music.
Morgana is sharpening her holy spear.
*I was asking what you wanted!*
Ragnerious walks past them, raising his eyebrow at the fellow dragon hybrid.
The Jester almost bursts into the tavern, tripping and falling into another muddy puddle just outside.
Damian has changed into the suit he is going to wear to his wedding, and is silently panicking.
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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.'
Theren slaps him hard and grabs his chin. "Listen. You're worrying about something that may happen. For the gods sake, pull yourself together! You're smarter than this."
“S-sorry.” He mutters, pulling back. “I just… I never really thought I’d be thinking about death like this. Sure, it might just be a thaumabiological process that happens to elves as a result of psychic age and has no connections to anything else… but it’s still kind of jarring, no? Especially when you viewed death so loosely already…”
"Thirteen...there are worse things than death, understand? Death is natural. It's something that happens."
“But I can’t die! My life’s work isn’t complete, and even if it was there are infinite things that need to be known! Life is meant for the pursuit of ever-greater revelations!” He pauses in his ranting. “You know, this is the first time in my life I’ve ever even considered lichdom.”
"If you even try to become a lich I will kill you." he says simply. "I know by the time I die what I will have wanted to complete wont be finished. But I'm okay with that. And you need to accept that my friend."
“I was joking. But I’m so old already, I guess I thought this was… just the way it was going to be. Living. I never thought about things ending. Not like this, at least. I had contingencies if I got killed, sure, but that was different. Survival and mortality are quite disparate concepts in my mind.”
"You'll be fine."
“I guess…” He sighs.
Theren sighs as well. "I could just go and kill the god/Goddess and your problems would vanish." he says with a shrug
“You can’t kill Angharradh!! She’s the literal divine queen of every being of elven ancestry!!”
Theren just side eyes him. "Uh huh, buuuut."
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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.
*I got Scott [The Writer], Kinko [The Kitsune Restaurant Owner], Ichigo [The Oni], Allison [The Bard], Abi [The Sugar Goddess], Morgana [The Life Goddess], John Price [Dragon Hybrid], and Alix [The Akita Barbarian].*
*I'll take two, John Price, and you can pick the other. Allison would be good, maybe Morgana, maybe someone I don't rp with as often. Whoever you want.*
Price is smoking outside, looking over a map.
Allison is sitting in the tavern, writing music.
Morgana is sharpening her holy spear.
*I was asking what you wanted!*
Ragnerious walks past them, raising his eyebrow at the fellow dragon hybrid.
The Jester almost bursts into the tavern, tripping and falling into another muddy puddle just outside.
Damian has changed into the suit he is going to wear to his wedding, and is silently panicking.
*I got Scott [The Writer], Kinko [The Kitsune Restaurant Owner], Ichigo [The Oni], Allison [The Bard], Abi [The Sugar Goddess], Morgana [The Life Goddess], John Price [Dragon Hybrid], and Alix [The Akita Barbarian].*
*I'll take two, John Price, and you can pick the other. Allison would be good, maybe Morgana, maybe someone I don't rp with as often. Whoever you want.*
Price is smoking outside, looking over a map.
Allison is sitting in the tavern, writing music.
Morgana is sharpening her holy spear.
*I was asking what you wanted!*
Ragnerious walks past them, raising his eyebrow at the fellow dragon hybrid.
The Jester almost bursts into the tavern, tripping and falling into another muddy puddle just outside.
Damian has changed into the suit he is going to wear to his wedding, and is silently panicking.
John exhales the smoke, embers mixing in with it.
Allison laughs gently and helps them up again.
Morgana appears behind him, raising a brow.
He opens his maw, revealing matching fangs, circling John with an analyzing gaze.
He once again wipes off the mud, laughing "Sorry about that."
Damian doesn't notice "Can I do this? Am I good enough for her?"
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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.'
“You can’t kill Angharradh!! She’s the literal divine queen of every being of elven ancestry!!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Anybody else want to rp? I've got characters to spare, and even I don't remember all of them. I've got, The Hellion, the Houndmaster, the Highwayman, the Crusader, the Grave robber, the Leper, the Abomination, the Bounty Hunter, the Jester, Damian, Sanviento, Benimaru, Ragnerious, Gon, Denji, Vergil, Whitebeard, Donquixote, and the two people I just introed, which is the Cowboy type and the Dark souls type.*
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.)
Allison sighs, sitting down beside her. "Can you tell me what is wrong?" she asks like a mother.
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
“So what are you doing up here?”
Suhou isn’t bothered by this, as long as it doesn’t sully the waters or overindulge.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I was asking what you wanted!*
Ragnerious walks past them, raising his eyebrow at the fellow dragon hybrid.
The Jester almost bursts into the tavern, tripping and falling into another muddy puddle just outside.
Damian has changed into the suit he is going to wear to his wedding, and is silently panicking.
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.)
"Getting ready for a hunt." She chirps.
It grins, drinking deeply.
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
*Working on another Shinigami-class Spectre. He's the royal chef for the Spectral Sovereign.*
*He cooks other Spectres, making him a sort of executioner as well.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Theren just side eyes him. "Uh huh, buuuut."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*farvel*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Another one, this one in a cloak, white mainly, and a sedge shade, decides to walk into wherever Kinko is creating S O U P*
The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
(online Monday-Friday from 8:00 to 3:00) (Most of the time.)
First ACTUAL RP character as a SHEET!!! He's a foxfolk.
Hewwo! ^w^ You wanna see a surprise? :3
John exhales the smoke, embers mixing in with it.
Allison laughs gently and helps them up again.
Morgana appears behind him, raising a brow.
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? What are you… what are you gonna hunt?”
Suhou begins swimming away downstream, still discorporated.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The Tarnished grumbles and slides over a letter that is speckled with tears.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Kinko raises a brow, her red eyes narrowed.
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
"Beasties of all kinds." She grins.
It is still drinking, the lake level slowly getting lower.
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 raises a brow and opens 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
It is a letter addressed to Helena. Inside is a paragraph informing her of her Father and Mothers death.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Tears form in her own eyes and she looks up. She hugs Helena, whispering 'Im so sorry'
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 opens his maw, revealing matching fangs, circling John with an analyzing gaze.
He once again wipes off the mud, laughing "Sorry about that."
Damian doesn't notice "Can I do this? Am I good enough for her?"
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.)