*yes but i’d prefer if you could pick the characters, i’m exhausted right now*
*I completely understand, and I'm sorry if I disappear.*
Damian is in the kitchen, making some money for his wife and soon to be child, wearing a makeshift apron that says "Only my wife can kiss the cook." He moves around the kitchen with a smile on his face.
Sparrow has gotten himself good and right drunk, and is stumbling around town, his horse watching him with a look that can only be described as expected disappointment.
Mauric is sitting across from him, making a necklace from his old chain mail.
Klei watches him invisibly, trying to figure out how best to rob him.
Damian has been uncharacteristically sober for the past few days, not even glancing at a drink. He is currently serving some afternoon pancakes.
He stumbles all around, he doesn't have anything that looks obviously valuable than his near full coin pouch, and he looks like an easy target.
Mauric waves to him, grinning.
Klei carefully moves up to grab the pouch. Sleight of Hand: 13
Damian waves back "What ya doin' there bud?"
Perception:2+10
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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.'
Klei carefully moves up to grab the pouch. Sleight of Hand: 13
Damian waves back "What ya doin' there bud?"
Perception:6+10
When they reach for the pouch he grabs their arm, suddenly sober as could be, squeezing on it tight, his red pupil dilating "I wouldn't do that if I were you pardner." His voice threatening.
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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 find the mental work unnecessary. Everyone is a monster deep down anyway. Give them the opportunity to let it out, and they will take it. I like to find them at their low points and show them the kind of chaos they can dish out. All my foes think that everyone in their rank is a perfect little angel and that the people they protect are innocent. They think that's an excuse to leverage the unfairness of the world. I can think of so many better ones, and I use them all the time. Trying to set a 'good' example, you know?"
“That’s one way to go about things, but I love to find the most devout, kind, sinless people and let them get a taste of hedonism and evil. Then set them loose, and they’ll find themselves utterly addicted to their wickedness. They don’t serve me, but they further my ideals because their minds have been restored to their original state. The fetters of ethics are gone.”
"Everyone has different base desires though. Not everyone is going to be susceptible to that. But I guess our methods suit our individual purposes pretty well."
*yes but i’d prefer if you could pick the characters, i’m exhausted right now*
*I completely understand, and I'm sorry if I disappear.*
Damian is in the kitchen, making some money for his wife and soon to be child, wearing a makeshift apron that says "Only my wife can kiss the cook." He moves around the kitchen with a smile on his face.
Sparrow has gotten himself good and right drunk, and is stumbling around town, his horse watching him with a look that can only be described as expected disappointment.
Mauric is sitting across from him, making a necklace from his old chain mail.
Klei watches him invisibly, trying to figure out how best to rob him.
Damian has been uncharacteristically sober for the past few days, not even glancing at a drink. He is currently serving some afternoon pancakes.
He stumbles all around, he doesn't have anything that looks obviously valuable than his near full coin pouch, and he looks like an easy target.
Mauric waves to him, grinning.
Klei carefully moves up to grab the pouch. Sleight of Hand: 13
Damian waves back "What ya doin' there bud?"
Perception:6+10
“Oh, uh, just putting this together for the ceremony. It’s the ‘something old’.”
Sparrow can feel something brush against him but can’t see anything.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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 find the mental work unnecessary. Everyone is a monster deep down anyway. Give them the opportunity to let it out, and they will take it. I like to find them at their low points and show them the kind of chaos they can dish out. All my foes think that everyone in their rank is a perfect little angel and that the people they protect are innocent. They think that's an excuse to leverage the unfairness of the world. I can think of so many better ones, and I use them all the time. Trying to set a 'good' example, you know?"
“That’s one way to go about things, but I love to find the most devout, kind, sinless people and let them get a taste of hedonism and evil. Then set them loose, and they’ll find themselves utterly addicted to their wickedness. They don’t serve me, but they further my ideals because their minds have been restored to their original state. The fetters of ethics are gone.”
"Everyone has different base desires though. Not everyone is going to be susceptible to that. But I guess our methods suit our individual purposes pretty well."
“Yup. Want one?” Riotan grabs another eel and runs it along his forefangs, which are covered by what resemble ornate metal sheaths. When he withdraws it, the eel’s entire body has been flayed and sliced perfectly.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*yes but i’d prefer if you could pick the characters, i’m exhausted right now*
*I completely understand, and I'm sorry if I disappear.*
Damian is in the kitchen, making some money for his wife and soon to be child, wearing a makeshift apron that says "Only my wife can kiss the cook." He moves around the kitchen with a smile on his face.
Sparrow has gotten himself good and right drunk, and is stumbling around town, his horse watching him with a look that can only be described as expected disappointment.
Mauric is sitting across from him, making a necklace from his old chain mail.
Klei watches him invisibly, trying to figure out how best to rob him.
Damian has been uncharacteristically sober for the past few days, not even glancing at a drink. He is currently serving some afternoon pancakes.
He stumbles all around, he doesn't have anything that looks obviously valuable than his near full coin pouch, and he looks like an easy target.
Mauric waves to him, grinning.
Klei carefully moves up to grab the pouch. Sleight of Hand: 13
Damian waves back "What ya doin' there bud?"
Perception:6+10
“Oh, uh, just putting this together for the ceremony. It’s the ‘something old’.”
Sparrow can feel something brush against him but can’t see anything.
He nods "What's the history behind it, if you don't mind my asking." He says, continuing to work.
Sparrow immediately draws Rosemary, his six shooter, sobering up "I can't stop killin' ghosts can I?" He makes a rough estimation where the person is, shooting to immobilize. To hit:32 If hit make a strength save.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.'
*Awesome! Hmmm... do you have the Occultist yet? Or maybe Damian? I don't think I've ever played with Damian.*
*I haven't made a sheet for the Occultist but I can do that.*
The Occultist has arrived in town, moving through the shadows as to not be noticed by those who would fear the power he wields.
They get a vibe and end up stopping just before they would have run into a manifesting Charlie. The bunny Spectre grins and spreads their arms in a dramatic and somewhat ambiguous gesture.
"Everyone has different base desires though. Not everyone is going to be susceptible to that. But I guess our methods suit our individual purposes pretty well."
“Yup. Want one?” Riotan grabs another eel and runs it along his forefangs, which are covered by what resemble ornate metal sheaths. When he withdraws it, the eel’s entire body has been flayed and sliced perfectly.
"I don't see why not. You gonna ask for something in trade?"
*Awesome! Hmmm... do you have the Occultist yet? Or maybe Damian? I don't think I've ever played with Damian.*
*I haven't made a sheet for the Occultist but I can do that.*
The Occultist has arrived in town, moving through the shadows as to not be noticed by those who would fear the power he wields.
They get a vibe and end up stopping just before they would have run into a manifesting Charlie. The bunny Spectre grins and spreads their arms in a dramatic and somewhat ambiguous gesture.
They rub their mustache with their fingers, evil villain style, looking to the skull on their belt, the way that they are able to access their otherworldly power. They think to themselves about what they should do for a moment before approaching slowly.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.'
Without a thought behind those eyes, she takes 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
Damian waves back "What ya doin' there bud?"
Perception:2+10
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.)
When they reach for the pouch he grabs their arm, suddenly sober as could be, squeezing on it tight, his red pupil dilating "I wouldn't do that if I were you pardner." His voice threatening.
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.)
*Do you want to continue, or deal with any of mine at all?*
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.)
*We can continue! or, if you wish, switch it up. Up to you :]*
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 has different base desires though. Not everyone is going to be susceptible to that. But I guess our methods suit our individual purposes pretty well."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"How are you feeling?" They ask, smiling.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hmm, lets continue. Give me a moment.*
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.)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Loriche waves from the tree line and starts to continue on her way.
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 haven't made a sheet for the Occultist but I can do that.*
The Occultist has arrived in town, moving through the shadows as to not be noticed by those who would fear the power he wields.
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.)
“Oh, uh, just putting this together for the ceremony. It’s the ‘something old’.”
Sparrow can feel something brush against him but can’t see anything.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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.)
“Yup. Want one?” Riotan grabs another eel and runs it along his forefangs, which are covered by what resemble ornate metal sheaths. When he withdraws it, the eel’s entire body has been flayed and sliced perfectly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He nods "What's the history behind it, if you don't mind my asking." He says, continuing to work.
Sparrow immediately draws Rosemary, his six shooter, sobering up "I can't stop killin' ghosts can I?" He makes a rough estimation where the person is, shooting to immobilize. To hit:32 If hit make a strength save.
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.)
They get a vibe and end up stopping just before they would have run into a manifesting Charlie. The bunny Spectre grins and spreads their arms in a dramatic and somewhat ambiguous gesture.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She makes a noise between a drawn out loud and a squeak
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 but waves nonetheless.
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 don't see why not. You gonna ask for something in trade?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They rub their mustache with their fingers, evil villain style, looking to the skull on their belt, the way that they are able to access their otherworldly power. They think to themselves about what they should do for a moment before approaching slowly.
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.)