John stands up, raising a brow, his scales sparkling like emeralds.
She shakes her head "It's okay, just don't want you getting hurt."
"You are." She chirps.
His groups of scales shine like rubies in the sun, his voice rumbles "Who are you?"
He rubs the back of his head "It just doesn't stop happening for some reason. I'll do my best."
He turns around quickly "Huh?!" He hugs her tightly "But I don't know Morgana!"
"My name is John Price son, and you?" He said, his eyes narrowing.
"Luck is not on your side." She laughs gently "You okay? Any scrapes any bruises?"
She pats his back "If she hurts you in anyways, I will personally destroy her, curse her spirit to live in torment, and then make her watch as you continue living happily,"
"Ragnerious, ain't got a last name. Everyone just calls me Rag anyway." He sits down on the ground, a towering monster even while seated.
He looks around himself "I don't think so, and if I do I'll find them later." He walks inside the tavern "How are you doing?"
He cries slightly into her chest "Please don't I like her and I wouldn't want her hurt, even if she would hurt me." He sighs "I just... don't want to be the man I am now, because I don't thinks that's enough."
"Hm." He tilts his head, chuckling "Big fellow arent you?"
"I am doing well actually! was productive today!"
"Dear, you are good enough. You are more than enough." She says, hugging him tightly.
He looks down "I'd say I'm big, I wouldn't know, haven't met any other dragon hybrids before."
His mask smiles "That's fabulous to hear, fantastic in fact."
His grey eyes look up into hers "Thank you Morgana, you are too nice. I really needed to talk to you."
"Mn." He chuckles "We are very territorial just like our brethren."
"I suppose." She shrugs, brushing her hair behind her ear.
"Dear, anytime. Just remember that you are amazing."
She sobs into her shoulder, hugging her tightly. The Tarnished shifts in his seat, looking a bit uncomfortable
She pats her head "Its okay dear, its okay. You are mourning those you lost. They wouldn't want to be hungry because of them, however. Eat for them."
The Tarnished pushes the bowl towards her a bit. Helena nods, shakily picking up the spoon.
Allison smiles "There you go honey. Ill go get you some tea." She walks off and returns a moment later.
Helena is still a bit shaky as she tries to eat. She drops the spoon for the 4th time. The Tarnished gently scoops up a small bit of soup with the spoon and helps her eat it.
Allison sets the tea down on the table and gently pats her back.
The Tarnished nods in his thanks. Helena shakily sips the tea.
She keeps an eye on them awhile longer.
Silent tears start to fall down Helena’s face as the tarnished worriedly tries to wipe them
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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.
She sobs into her shoulder, hugging her tightly. The Tarnished shifts in his seat, looking a bit uncomfortable
She pats her head "Its okay dear, its okay. You are mourning those you lost. They wouldn't want to be hungry because of them, however. Eat for them."
The Tarnished pushes the bowl towards her a bit. Helena nods, shakily picking up the spoon.
Allison smiles "There you go honey. Ill go get you some tea." She walks off and returns a moment later.
Helena is still a bit shaky as she tries to eat. She drops the spoon for the 4th time. The Tarnished gently scoops up a small bit of soup with the spoon and helps her eat it.
Allison sets the tea down on the table and gently pats her back.
The Tarnished nods in his thanks. Helena shakily sips the tea.
She keeps an eye on them awhile longer.
Silent tears start to fall down Helena’s face as the tarnished worriedly tries to wipe them
"Mn." He chuckles "We are very territorial just like our brethren."
"I suppose." She shrugs, brushing her hair behind her ear.
"Dear, anytime. Just remember that you are amazing."
He looks them up and down "Hmm. I'm not worried you will take my territory."
He sits down, ordering them both something to drink, moving his own hair back "What have you been working on?"
He cries a little bit more, before picking himself back together "Okay, I'm fine, I can do this. I hope my brother will be there."
"Sure." He says, raising a brow.
She sits down across from him, having a simple sweet tea "New songs, I'm looking to incorporate magical queues into my work."
"Want me to drag him here?" She asks.
"Why are you here anyway?" He says, the ground beneath him turning to magma.
He drinks his ice cold water with a smile "They sound like they are going to be amazing songs." he sighs and leans on the table, putting his head on one of his hands.
He nods "That would be nice, I'm not sure where he went."
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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.'
She sobs into her shoulder, hugging her tightly. The Tarnished shifts in his seat, looking a bit uncomfortable
She pats her head "Its okay dear, its okay. You are mourning those you lost. They wouldn't want to be hungry because of them, however. Eat for them."
The Tarnished pushes the bowl towards her a bit. Helena nods, shakily picking up the spoon.
Allison smiles "There you go honey. Ill go get you some tea." She walks off and returns a moment later.
Helena is still a bit shaky as she tries to eat. She drops the spoon for the 4th time. The Tarnished gently scoops up a small bit of soup with the spoon and helps her eat it.
Allison sets the tea down on the table and gently pats her back.
The Tarnished nods in his thanks. Helena shakily sips the tea.
She keeps an eye on them awhile longer.
Silent tears start to fall down Helena’s face as the tarnished worriedly tries to wipe them
Allison pats her back "You okay dear?"
She shakes her head no
*Sorry was at lunch*
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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.
"Ooh? How much should I pay if I we're to buy me a bowl?" *He pulled out his pouch.*
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
The Tarnished puts a hand on the hilt of his sword, still eye to eye
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Mn." He chuckles "We are very territorial just like our brethren."
"I suppose." She shrugs, brushing her hair behind her ear.
"Dear, anytime. Just remember that you are amazing."
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
"Ten copper, this soup is made with every beast possible."
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 grabs his greatsword, finally speaking "Do you want to do this?" The blade glowing with holy light.
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 looks them up and down "Hmm. I'm not worried you will take my territory."
He sits down, ordering them both something to drink, moving his own hair back "What have you been working on?"
He cries a little bit more, before picking himself back together "Okay, I'm fine, I can do this. I hope my brother will be there."
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.)
Silent tears start to fall down Helena’s face as the tarnished worriedly tries to wipe them
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Tarnished nods slowly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*He looks through his pouch, and gives her a piece of silver.*
"Say, where could I find such ingredients? Unless you got them yourself, of course."
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
"Sure." He says, raising a brow.
She sits down across from him, having a simple sweet tea "New songs, I'm looking to incorporate magical queues into my work."
"Want me to drag him here?" She asks.
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
*what do you know, I’m back. I’ve been thinking about making an alt in case this account gets messed up somehow.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Allison pats her back "You okay dear?"
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 takes it, placing it someplace on her form, and the grins, handing him a bowl.
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 grins back, worried he may have hit a wrong nerve...*
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
He takes his blade from the ground and readies himself. Init:5
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.)
"Why are you here anyway?" He says, the ground beneath him turning to magma.
He drinks his ice cold water with a smile "They sound like they are going to be amazing songs." he sighs and leans on the table, putting his head on one of his hands.
He nods "That would be nice, I'm not sure where he went."
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.)
She shakes her head no
*Sorry was at lunch*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Tarnished draws his sword and shield.
INT: 18
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Thirteen is back at the inn, translating an ancient breviary-like elven document about the cycle of reincarnation.
Mauric has placed all of his potted plants in a small plot against the left wall of the inn, and is watering them at the moment.
Loriche is trying to make a shotgun through trial and error.
Riotan is desecrating a church.
Suhou is hiding at the bottom of their river.
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 think that beats 5.*
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.)