Allison is inside curling up in a booth, waking up, and sipping coffee.
Father Luciano is praying quietly in the temple.
Kelipso is restringing his bow, humming to himself.
Allison can see Theren outside examining stone peices.
Phoenix walks in and sits in the back row, starting to pray with a cross between his palms.
They can see a man completely covered in green robes with a golden chain around his neck is walking towards the tavern. His face is hidden and only his eyes, which are white, peek out from under the hood.
Allison walks over "Hey there.. You okay?"
Luciano looks up and walks over "Are you okay my son?"
Kelipso looks over and waves, smiling.
Theren looks up, shaking his head.
Phoenix looks up from his lap. "No father..."
The robed figure turns and tilts its head, throwing up a peace sign
She helps him up "I kinda doubt that.."
"Aye, my son, you may so but I can see yer eyes." He nods.
Kelipso does the same chuckling
Theren looks confused. "You think that I'm okay?"
Phoenix hangs the cross back on his neck. "War is hell Father...it takes a toll."
As he gets closer they can see golden rings on his pale fingers.
"No no, I worry that you arent." She said, tilting her head.
"I know my son, I know all too well," he said and lifted his sleeve, showing him his prosthetic arm.
He tilts his head "How are you?"
"Oh..." he mumbles, looking at the ground.
Phoenix looks at it. "Few of my buddies have those too."
He sees a pink light flickering from the darkest part of the forest, and faintly hears the rattle of spectral chains.
*YAY!!!*
He sighs, tugging his gloves farther onto his hands, both of them glowing bright as he heads in that direct, tipping his hat down, "Time ta get back to work."
He sees Charlie making a presentation to a bunch of paranormal entities, undead of many kinds. Sparrow recognizes them as Spectres, horrible spirits created from mortals who died while cursed, all ranging from Manifestation Levels 1-5 (imagine each level being the equivalent of about 4 CR). Charlie themselves is a 6 or 7, and is trying to rally all of them together for the purpose of... helping families pay for proper funerals, something desperately needed given the amount of killing that goes on around here on a regular basis.
*I really really really dont want to do soil samples today :[*
(that does not sound fun)
*ITS NEVER FUUUUUN [SOBS]*
(you wanna rp)
*yesh pwese.*
Isaac is sitting next to the fire.
Xan walks over, poking him "Heya."
Isaac smiles at him "hello"
"Whatcha doing?" He asks, tilting his head.
"nothing at the moment. just warming up"
"For what?"
he gestures to the fire "because i'm cold"
"How are you cold?"
he shrugs "I just am"
"Huh, im not!"
"well you are not me"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
He sees a pink light flickering from the darkest part of the forest, and faintly hears the rattle of spectral chains.
*YAY!!!*
He sighs, tugging his gloves farther onto his hands, both of them glowing bright as he heads in that direct, tipping his hat down, "Time ta get back to work."
He sees Charlie making a presentation to a bunch of paranormal entities, undead of many kinds. Sparrow recognizes them as Spectres, horrible spirits created from mortals who died while cursed, all ranging from Manifestation Levels 1-5 (imagine each level being the equivalent of about 4 CR). Charlie themselves is a 6 or 7, and is trying to rally all of them together for the purpose of... helping families pay for proper funerals, something desperately needed given the amount of killing that goes on around here on a regular basis.
At first he reaches for Rosemary, planning to empty out the Spectres here, knowing how much trouble they can be, but when he hears that they plan to help people of their own volition he stops, leaning against a tree and watching silently, keeping his bandana up to avoid being recognized, just watching for now.
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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 is shakily looking over the rubble that once was a stone golem.
Phoenix is asleep and muttering and twitching.
The Tarnished is asleep and Helena is watching over him.
-new character intro-
A man completely covered in green robes with a golden chain around his neck is walking towards the tavern. His face is hidden and only his eyes, which are white, peek out from under the hood.
*Repost of characters for those who missed it*
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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.
The Seer is attempting to rebuild her manor with her magic.
Eyeless is skulking around near the woods outside the Inn, birdwatching.
Kiko is looking through some old tomes, seeming increasingly confused.
*Mornin'! Did you see the short story I posted earlier?*
A business card has been placed into the pages. Charlie Pickler's. Written in pen are the words: "Looking for something? Call me!" with an arrow pointing to the summoning sigil printed on the card.
*Yes I did! It's very impressive- I love seeing how you write building suspense!*
Kiko picks up the card, curious about how it got there. She thinks about it for a moment: She wants to go home and be back to her old self, but she hadn't the faintest clue of how- at least, until now. Taking the first metaphorical helping hand that reaches down to aid her, she inspects the summoning sigil on the card.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
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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
"Do you.. want help?" she asks.
"Understandable. That is the price of war."
"Thats good to hear."
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
"Yes..." he says quietly
Phoenix nods. "I've seen some of my best friends blown to pieces and had no time to grieve..."
The man nods. "And what about you?" he says, voice soft and melodic
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Allison picks him up, very strong despite her small form.
"I understand my son." He kneels and begins to pray for them.
"I am doing well, all this considered."
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 lets out a startled yelp. "WAGH!"
Phoenix sits there, memories flooding his brain again.
'Good to hear." he says, smiling under the shadow of his wizard robes
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He sees Charlie making a presentation to a bunch of paranormal entities, undead of many kinds. Sparrow recognizes them as Spectres, horrible spirits created from mortals who died while cursed, all ranging from Manifestation Levels 1-5 (imagine each level being the equivalent of about 4 CR). Charlie themselves is a 6 or 7, and is trying to rally all of them together for the purpose of... helping families pay for proper funerals, something desperately needed given the amount of killing that goes on around here on a regular basis.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She takes him inside and sets him on a sofa.
Luciano lays a hand on his shoulder "Stay in the moment, be here with me."
"Who are 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
"well you are not me"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
He sticks out his tongue.
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
Theren sits there, looking slightly confused. "How are you so strong?"
Phoenix's breathing gets more rapid, his chest heaving.
"I'm part of a collective known as the Shadow Wizards."
*And before you ask, yes, I did make the Shadow Wizard Money Gang into a DND thing*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She shrugs "No idea, it just happens sometimes."
Luciano hugs him "It's okay, my son.."
"What are those?"
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
"Huh...cool."
Phoenix is shaking violently as he is hugged.
"An underground network of wizards. We love casting spells and making sick music."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*[Hands you all this: ]*
[Anywhoozle, I must disappear for a bit.]
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 looks up to her, not having seen her there "Oh, thank you. Good morning."
"I am doing well, how are you." She asks, holding a prayer book gingerly.
She pulls back the string, firing another bolt "Good morning."
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.)
At first he reaches for Rosemary, planning to empty out the Spectres here, knowing how much trouble they can be, but when he hears that they plan to help people of their own volition he stops, leaning against a tree and watching silently, keeping his bandana up to avoid being recognized, just watching for now.
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.)
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Yes I did! It's very impressive- I love seeing how you write building suspense!*
Kiko picks up the card, curious about how it got there. She thinks about it for a moment: She wants to go home and be back to her old self, but she hadn't the faintest clue of how- at least, until now. Taking the first metaphorical helping hand that reaches down to aid her, she inspects the summoning sigil on the card.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
(Hello hellooooo b-e-a-utiful people!)
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
(hello rat)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover