Horus is shuffling a deck of cards at a table, specifically a tarokka deck
Vivian is having breakfast, a bowl of cereal
The chimera is out in the field, laying in the grass
<Open Characters>
- Kelipso (Tiefling Ranger)
- Allison (Half-elf Bard)
- Xan (Incubus Rogue)
- The Brand (Human Fighter)
- Remor (Demon trapped inside cat)
- Paladis (Angel Fighter)
- Harbor (Tabaxi Artificer/Bard)
- Friendel (Beholder Rogue)
- Stroth (Human Warlock)
- Lore (Tiefling Warlock)
- Gilbert Kaz (Human Sorcerer)
- Joshua Kavandish (Dhampir Fighter)
- Yuri (Archfey Druid)
- Tir'el'nog (God of Broken realities)
- Elladoba (Human Paladin)
- Alton (Half-orc Paladin)
- Oval (Axolotl-Dragonborn Rogue)
- Penny (Human-symbiote Wizard/Artificer)
- Kalon (Warforge Rogue)
- Scoob (Warforge fighter)
- Seph (Human Rogue)
- Kramer (Human Rogue)
- Arsherdon (Moonstone Dragon)
Horus watches Oval for a moment before walking over, "Hello there."
Oval looks up and waves slightly "oh... hello!"
"So, they let kids in here?" he asks, still shuffling the deck
*Is she able to tell other peoples emotions?*
"Mhm" she said and nodded her head
*yes*
He gives a smile, "Well, ever had your fortune told?"
Whatever she can feel from him, theres a mixture of extreme sadness, and a sense of great apathy
"No..?" she said and walked up to the tavern, her eyes just poking over the edge. She takes his hand and studies it "You are sad... why?"
"Thats a.... long story." He sighs, his face faltering for a second before he forces it back to nuetrality, "I could tell you your fortune if you need."
"No im good" she said and climbed up to the seat across from him "Tell me what happened"
He sets some cards infront of him, "What would you do if you could see the future, but do nothing to change it?"
"I don't care either way. i rather be in the here and now"
*Good morning all! Finally got up after my alarm failed to go off, lol.*
*Hey dude bro!!*
<Here lies open characters for you to RP with>
- Kelipso (Tiefling Ranger)
- Allison (Half-elf Bard)
- Xan (Incubus Rogue)
- The Brand (Human Fighter)
- Remor (Demon trapped inside cat)
- Paladis (Angel Fighter)
- Harbor (Tabaxi Artificer/Bard)
- Friendel (Beholder Rogue)
- Stroth (Human Warlock)
- Lore (Tiefling Warlock)
- Gilbert Kaz (Human Sorcerer)
- Joshua Kavandish (Dhampir Fighter)
- Yuri (Archfey Druid)
- Tir'el'nog (God of Broken realities)
- Elladoba (Human Paladin)
- Alton (Half-orc Paladin)
- Oval (Axolotl-Dragonborn Rogue)
- Penny (Human-symbiote Wizard/Artificer)
- Kalon (Warforge Rogue)
- Scoob (Warforge fighter)
- Seph (Human Rogue)
- Kramer (Human Rogue)
- Arshedon (Moonstone Dragon)
*Lot of familiar names on that list! Some I had almost forgotten about, like Elladoba. Still keeping Iralias out of here for now. Don't want a repeat of why I got kicked from End of the World, after all.*
*Anyways, Got my original three mains here.*
Soldaer is sitting outside under a tree, watching the sunrise.
Phantom sits in the main room of the inn, sipping on a mug of light ale, simply watching the crowd.
Yazrin is wandering the woods, flitting from shadow to shadow, almost always invisible.
*hmmmm im not sure who to pick for each character!*
*LOL.*
*Maybe Arshedon for Phantom (Little dragon-meet-dragon rp there.)*
*And Actually... may reintro Iralias anyways, since I don't think Alaric is up for continuing with Nia. (No offense, Alaric, my friend, and no worries either!)*
*Hmmm sure*
A young high-elf sits outside. They stand a staggering 7'3 with long white hair with green-blue highlights like the moon, peach colored skin, and long limbs with sharp nails. They wear a white gown with a archmagi cape made of grey fabric. The hood covered their head as a light blue triangular cloth is tied around their eyes.
Phantom finishes off his ale, and stands, walking outside. He only stands about 6'0, but yet seems taller and more imposing than that. He stretches slightly after exiting the inn, and starts walking up a nearby hill, to a spot where there's the imprints of four massive dragon feet, each imprint being nearly a dozen feet across.
Arshedon senses the presence of another dragon and looks around "Mn?"
Phantom glances over out of the corner of his eye, and keeps walking, before stopping and doing a double take. Another dragon?
They tilt their head and let out a small noise equivalent to a confused purr.
He chuckles. You're not yet old enough to have truesight... how unfortunate... He smiles, seeming a little amused, but not hostile. A swirl of mist surrounds him, and he transforms into his normal form; that of a massive greatwyrm. He stands nearly 80 feet at the shoulder, and is well over 300 feet long. His scales are a rich, vibrant black with silver highlights that remind Arshedon of the night sky. His eyes remain the same deep green, almost like pine needles at twilight. A bone blade about 7 feet long replaces what is a normal tail tip for most dragons, and it seems to slowly ooze a dark green liquid. He is obviously not a black dragon, nor any sort of hybrid though: his head is more akin to that of a Green or Silver in shape, and his horns sweep backwards, curling forwards in a full loop before sweeping upwards and back.
Arshedon sees all this in an instant before he vanishes from sight. Not gone; just invisible, as several gusts of wind come from where he was standing, as does the sound of his wings flapping. If you wish to talk, meet me by the lake. I don't like revealing myself where too many of the humanoid races can see me.
"Mrr?" They tilt their head again and follow.
When Arshedon reaches the shore of the lake, Phantom is already there, curled up rather like a cat sitting on his rear legs. His tail splashes in the water a bit, as he peers into the depths. If you can, you can shift to your true form. I know you're a dragon already.
"Mrrrr."
They shift into large Moonstone dragon with iridescent white scales that glimmer hints of green and blue like the moon reflecting on the water. They have blind eyes that look pale and have a blue tint to them. A large crescent horn sits on their muzzle, its almost transparent and gives off a soft glowing color. Their long tail is feathered with white fur that glows softly. Their claws and trimmed and kept sharp as needles. They wear no jewelry, no crests, nothing.
He nods slightly. Good. Haven't really talked to, or met, many Moonstone dragons. Most of your kin seem to enjoy staying in the Feywild more than the material plane.
"..." they bow their head and quietly scratch their horn in the dirt.
He chuckles. You can think your thoughts, you know. I will hear them.
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
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.
The Eladrin newcomer smiles slightly to himself, and walks inside, pulling a bottle of spiced Feywine from his cloak as well as a glass before sitting down at a table in the corner. He unslings a rather old-looking, but still beautiful, guitar off his shoulder and sets it in the chair next to him as the Faerie Dragon flies off his shoulder and lands in the rafters.
*Good morning all! Finally got up after my alarm failed to go off, lol.*
*Hey dude bro!!*
<Here lies open characters for you to RP with>
- Kelipso (Tiefling Ranger)
- Allison (Half-elf Bard)
- Xan (Incubus Rogue)
- The Brand (Human Fighter)
- Remor (Demon trapped inside cat)
- Paladis (Angel Fighter)
- Harbor (Tabaxi Artificer/Bard)
- Friendel (Beholder Rogue)
- Stroth (Human Warlock)
- Lore (Tiefling Warlock)
- Gilbert Kaz (Human Sorcerer)
- Joshua Kavandish (Dhampir Fighter)
- Yuri (Archfey Druid)
- Tir'el'nog (God of Broken realities)
- Elladoba (Human Paladin)
- Alton (Half-orc Paladin)
- Oval (Axolotl-Dragonborn Rogue)
- Penny (Human-symbiote Wizard/Artificer)
- Kalon (Warforge Rogue)
- Scoob (Warforge fighter)
- Seph (Human Rogue)
- Kramer (Human Rogue)
- Arshedon (Moonstone Dragon)
*Lot of familiar names on that list! Some I had almost forgotten about, like Elladoba. Still keeping Iralias out of here for now. Don't want a repeat of why I got kicked from End of the World, after all.*
*Anyways, Got my original three mains here.*
Soldaer is sitting outside under a tree, watching the sunrise.
Phantom sits in the main room of the inn, sipping on a mug of light ale, simply watching the crowd.
Yazrin is wandering the woods, flitting from shadow to shadow, almost always invisible.
*hmmmm im not sure who to pick for each character!*
*LOL.*
*Maybe Arshedon for Phantom (Little dragon-meet-dragon rp there.)*
*And Actually... may reintro Iralias anyways, since I don't think Alaric is up for continuing with Nia. (No offense, Alaric, my friend, and no worries either!)*
*Hmmm sure*
A young high-elf sits outside. They stand a staggering 7'3 with long white hair with green-blue highlights like the moon, peach colored skin, and long limbs with sharp nails. They wear a white gown with a archmagi cape made of grey fabric. The hood covered their head as a light blue triangular cloth is tied around their eyes.
Phantom finishes off his ale, and stands, walking outside. He only stands about 6'0, but yet seems taller and more imposing than that. He stretches slightly after exiting the inn, and starts walking up a nearby hill, to a spot where there's the imprints of four massive dragon feet, each imprint being nearly a dozen feet across.
Arshedon senses the presence of another dragon and looks around "Mn?"
Phantom glances over out of the corner of his eye, and keeps walking, before stopping and doing a double take. Another dragon?
They tilt their head and let out a small noise equivalent to a confused purr.
He chuckles. You're not yet old enough to have truesight... how unfortunate... He smiles, seeming a little amused, but not hostile. A swirl of mist surrounds him, and he transforms into his normal form; that of a massive greatwyrm. He stands nearly 80 feet at the shoulder, and is well over 300 feet long. His scales are a rich, vibrant black with silver highlights that remind Arshedon of the night sky. His eyes remain the same deep green, almost like pine needles at twilight. A bone blade about 7 feet long replaces what is a normal tail tip for most dragons, and it seems to slowly ooze a dark green liquid. He is obviously not a black dragon, nor any sort of hybrid though: his head is more akin to that of a Green or Silver in shape, and his horns sweep backwards, curling forwards in a full loop before sweeping upwards and back.
Arshedon sees all this in an instant before he vanishes from sight. Not gone; just invisible, as several gusts of wind come from where he was standing, as does the sound of his wings flapping. If you wish to talk, meet me by the lake. I don't like revealing myself where too many of the humanoid races can see me.
"Mrr?" They tilt their head again and follow.
When Arshedon reaches the shore of the lake, Phantom is already there, curled up rather like a cat sitting on his rear legs. His tail splashes in the water a bit, as he peers into the depths. If you can, you can shift to your true form. I know you're a dragon already.
"Mrrrr."
They shift into large Moonstone dragon with iridescent white scales that glimmer hints of green and blue like the moon reflecting on the water. They have blind eyes that look pale and have a blue tint to them. A large crescent horn sits on their muzzle, its almost transparent and gives off a soft glowing color. Their long tail is feathered with white fur that glows softly. Their claws and trimmed and kept sharp as needles. They wear no jewelry, no crests, nothing.
He nods slightly. Good. Haven't really talked to, or met, many Moonstone dragons. Most of your kin seem to enjoy staying in the Feywild more than the material plane.
"..." they bow their head and quietly scratch their horn in the dirt.
He chuckles. You can think your thoughts, you know. I will hear them.
They close their eyes and even their thoughts are silent or a bunch of random noises. They shake their head back and forth "MRRRRRRRRR"
Horus is shuffling a deck of cards at a table, specifically a tarokka deck
Vivian is having breakfast, a bowl of cereal
The chimera is out in the field, laying in the grass
<Open Characters>
- Kelipso (Tiefling Ranger)
- Allison (Half-elf Bard)
- Xan (Incubus Rogue)
- The Brand (Human Fighter)
- Remor (Demon trapped inside cat)
- Paladis (Angel Fighter)
- Harbor (Tabaxi Artificer/Bard)
- Friendel (Beholder Rogue)
- Stroth (Human Warlock)
- Lore (Tiefling Warlock)
- Gilbert Kaz (Human Sorcerer)
- Joshua Kavandish (Dhampir Fighter)
- Yuri (Archfey Druid)
- Tir'el'nog (God of Broken realities)
- Elladoba (Human Paladin)
- Alton (Half-orc Paladin)
- Oval (Axolotl-Dragonborn Rogue)
- Penny (Human-symbiote Wizard/Artificer)
- Kalon (Warforge Rogue)
- Scoob (Warforge fighter)
- Seph (Human Rogue)
- Kramer (Human Rogue)
- Arsherdon (Moonstone Dragon)
Horus watches Oval for a moment before walking over, "Hello there."
Oval looks up and waves slightly "oh... hello!"
"So, they let kids in here?" he asks, still shuffling the deck
*Is she able to tell other peoples emotions?*
"Mhm" she said and nodded her head
*yes*
He gives a smile, "Well, ever had your fortune told?"
Whatever she can feel from him, theres a mixture of extreme sadness, and a sense of great apathy
"No..?" she said and walked up to the tavern, her eyes just poking over the edge. She takes his hand and studies it "You are sad... why?"
"Thats a.... long story." He sighs, his face faltering for a second before he forces it back to nuetrality, "I could tell you your fortune if you need."
"No im good" she said and climbed up to the seat across from him "Tell me what happened"
He sets some cards infront of him, "What would you do if you could see the future, but do nothing to change it?"
"I don't care either way. i rather be in the here and now"
"And what if you couldn't stop it? In theory, you'd know how you'd die and when, how everyone you love will die in vivid detail."
The Eladrin newcomer smiles slightly to himself, and walks inside, pulling a bottle of spiced Feywine from his cloak as well as a glass before sitting down at a table in the corner. He unslings a rather old-looking, but still beautiful, guitar off his shoulder and sets it in the chair next to him as the Faerie Dragon flies off his shoulder and lands in the rafters.
A voice emanates from upstairs, singing an old song.
The Eladrin newcomer smiles slightly to himself, and walks inside, pulling a bottle of spiced Feywine from his cloak as well as a glass before sitting down at a table in the corner. He unslings a rather old-looking, but still beautiful, guitar off his shoulder and sets it in the chair next to him as the Faerie Dragon flies off his shoulder and lands in the rafters.
*Gonna summon elladoba just for you*
A young woman sits on the couch. He brown-black hair is cut short and falls in front of one of her eyes. Her fair skin is dappled with pale freckles. Her golden eyes scan over a book titled "Complete history of wars and treaties". She wears a knitted cream-colored wool sweater, grey slacks, and simple shoes.
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.
They shift into large Moonstone dragon with iridescent white scales that glimmer hints of green and blue like the moon reflecting on the water. They have blind eyes that look pale and have a blue tint to them. A large crescent horn sits on their muzzle, its almost transparent and gives off a soft glowing color. Their long tail is feathered with white fur that glows softly. Their claws and trimmed and kept sharp as needles. They wear no jewelry, no crests, nothing.
He nods slightly. Good. Haven't really talked to, or met, many Moonstone dragons. Most of your kin seem to enjoy staying in the Feywild more than the material plane.
"..." they bow their head and quietly scratch their horn in the dirt.
He chuckles. You can think your thoughts, you know. I will hear them.
They close their eyes and even their thoughts are silent or a bunch of random noises. They shake their head back and forth "MRRRRRRRRR"
He furrows his brow, obviously confused. What is wrong? Were you cursed or something?
Horus is shuffling a deck of cards at a table, specifically a tarokka deck
Vivian is having breakfast, a bowl of cereal
The chimera is out in the field, laying in the grass
<Open Characters>
- Kelipso (Tiefling Ranger)
- Allison (Half-elf Bard)
- Xan (Incubus Rogue)
- The Brand (Human Fighter)
- Remor (Demon trapped inside cat)
- Paladis (Angel Fighter)
- Harbor (Tabaxi Artificer/Bard)
- Friendel (Beholder Rogue)
- Stroth (Human Warlock)
- Lore (Tiefling Warlock)
- Gilbert Kaz (Human Sorcerer)
- Joshua Kavandish (Dhampir Fighter)
- Yuri (Archfey Druid)
- Tir'el'nog (God of Broken realities)
- Elladoba (Human Paladin)
- Alton (Half-orc Paladin)
- Oval (Axolotl-Dragonborn Rogue)
- Penny (Human-symbiote Wizard/Artificer)
- Kalon (Warforge Rogue)
- Scoob (Warforge fighter)
- Seph (Human Rogue)
- Kramer (Human Rogue)
- Arsherdon (Moonstone Dragon)
Horus watches Oval for a moment before walking over, "Hello there."
Oval looks up and waves slightly "oh... hello!"
"So, they let kids in here?" he asks, still shuffling the deck
*Is she able to tell other peoples emotions?*
"Mhm" she said and nodded her head
*yes*
He gives a smile, "Well, ever had your fortune told?"
Whatever she can feel from him, theres a mixture of extreme sadness, and a sense of great apathy
"No..?" she said and walked up to the tavern, her eyes just poking over the edge. She takes his hand and studies it "You are sad... why?"
"Thats a.... long story." He sighs, his face faltering for a second before he forces it back to nuetrality, "I could tell you your fortune if you need."
"No im good" she said and climbed up to the seat across from him "Tell me what happened"
He sets some cards infront of him, "What would you do if you could see the future, but do nothing to change it?"
"I don't care either way. i rather be in the here and now"
"And what if you couldn't stop it? In theory, you'd know how you'd die and when, how everyone you love will die in vivid detail."
"I still wouldn't care." she said "If i die then i die. I would use those moments i was alive to be happy"
*The Baron, as usual.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Xan is burning down a forest because he is in the mood to cause mass destruction
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 care either way. i rather be in the here and now"
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
*The forest is still resistant to fire damage.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He chuckles. You can think your thoughts, you know. I will hear them.
Okay, well, firstly, Xan hears a lot of yelling and complaining about how today is less quiet of a day than yesterday
Secondly, a couple spears get flung at him 15 to hit
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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
"No"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
He happens across a curiously shaped pebble.
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.
The Eladrin newcomer smiles slightly to himself, and walks inside, pulling a bottle of spiced Feywine from his cloak as well as a glass before sitting down at a table in the corner. He unslings a rather old-looking, but still beautiful, guitar off his shoulder and sets it in the chair next to him as the Faerie Dragon flies off his shoulder and lands in the rafters.
They close their eyes and even their thoughts are silent or a bunch of random noises. They shake their head back and forth "MRRRRRRRRR"
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
The Baron uses mage hand to pick it up.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They bounce of Xan as he sighs "Ugh... children"
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
"And what if you couldn't stop it? In theory, you'd know how you'd die and when, how everyone you love will die in vivid detail."
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 voice emanates from upstairs, singing an old song.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Gonna summon elladoba just for you*
A young woman sits on the couch. He brown-black hair is cut short and falls in front of one of her eyes. Her fair skin is dappled with pale freckles. Her golden eyes scan over a book titled "Complete history of wars and treaties". She wears a knitted cream-colored wool sweater, grey slacks, and simple shoes.
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 seems shaped like a... finger.
*Survival?*
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.
He furrows his brow, obviously confused. What is wrong? Were you cursed or something?
"I still wouldn't care." she said "If i die then i die. I would use those moments i was alive to be happy"
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
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels