Traitor is back to tearing the rest of that one abandoned house from a few scenes ago to wood chips.
KK is in her studio, revising her lyrics.
The Seer is probably off somewhere cackling maniacally or monologuing to stormy skies in true villainous fashion. Her corruption is spreading a little more, reaching near the edge of the forest.
Isaac knocks on the door
The Seer hears the quiet buzzing of propellers behind her
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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
*Mornin y'all. Here's there characters I wanna use today*
Theren is sitting outside, enjoying the cool morning. He sips a cup of coffee, rubbing his tired eyes slightly.
Phoenix is inside making gingersnaps. The smell wafts through the air, making everything smell like the holidays.
Leo is outside by his forge making something new. Festus is laying next to him, the metal dragon radiating heat.
-thinking about bringing in a new character-
Mauric scampers over toward the smell, his eyes wide.
Phoenix, who is a big and bulky dude, is wearing an apron that is too small for him. He is currently watching a batch cooking in the oven
He inhales deeply. “Just the right amount of cardamom… evoking memories of pfeffernüsse… absolutely sublime.” He whispers to himself, standing back a few feet from Phoenix.
Phoenix looks at them, eyebrow raised
“Oh, heh, sorry.” He realizes that he may have been perceived as weird. “…they smell good.”
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This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Mornin y'all. Here's there characters I wanna use today*
Theren is sitting outside, enjoying the cool morning. He sips a cup of coffee, rubbing his tired eyes slightly.
Phoenix is inside making gingersnaps. The smell wafts through the air, making everything smell like the holidays.
Leo is outside by his forge making something new. Festus is laying next to him, the metal dragon radiating heat.
-thinking about bringing in a new character-
Mauric scampers over toward the smell, his eyes wide.
Phoenix, who is a big and bulky dude, is wearing an apron that is too small for him. He is currently watching a batch cooking in the oven
He inhales deeply. “Just the right amount of cardamom… evoking memories of pfeffernüsse… absolutely sublime.” He whispers to himself, standing back a few feet from Phoenix.
Phoenix looks at them, eyebrow raised
“Oh, heh, sorry.” He realizes that he may have been perceived as weird. “…they smell good.”
"It's my Nan's recipe."
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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.
*Now that Baalze is gone, does anyone else want to rp? If so, here, if you want anyone else, just ask.*
Damian is cleaning up the town from the previous night, walking around with a trash bag, picking up candy, trash, paper plates, and anything else people happened to leave behind. He's wearing some plain and modest clothes, deciding he doesn't have to look fabulous every day.
Paracelsus is in her laboratory, experimenting on things she got from the nearby graveyard, graves no one bothered to clean up. The sound of crackling lightning and mad laughter can be heard.
Thane is outside of the Tavern, sitting, staring silently. His knees are up against his chest, a strange look for such a large Dragonborn. He's in the outfit he arrived in, looking like a wild west bartender, his black Bowler hat sitting tilted atop His head.
Sparrow is working outside of town, clearing out a crypt full of evil spirits for some decent pay. He's got his bandana on so no one can see his real face as he guns down everything in his path with Rosemary's holy bullets.
Rowan is in the library crying. Blood stains his red velvet Jester costume, and the mask sits on the table in front of him, mocking him in his mind for what he did.
Thirteen knocks on the door, holding several scrolls and tomes under one arm.
Riotan walks up behind him. “What a shame. Such a lovely outfit, ruined.”
The cackling stops as Paracelsus opens the door, peaking out her head until she sees Thirteen, opening it fully.
Rowan turns to them, slowly crying less "Who are you?" The Mask goes silent at the sight of Riotan.
*Gtg to a pep rally.*
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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.'
*Mornin y'all. Here's there characters I wanna use today*
Theren is sitting outside, enjoying the cool morning. He sips a cup of coffee, rubbing his tired eyes slightly.
Phoenix is inside making gingersnaps. The smell wafts through the air, making everything smell like the holidays.
Leo is outside by his forge making something new. Festus is laying next to him, the metal dragon radiating heat.
-thinking about bringing in a new character-
Mauric scampers over toward the smell, his eyes wide.
Phoenix, who is a big and bulky dude, is wearing an apron that is too small for him. He is currently watching a batch cooking in the oven
He inhales deeply. “Just the right amount of cardamom… evoking memories of pfeffernüsse… absolutely sublime.” He whispers to himself, standing back a few feet from Phoenix.
Phoenix looks at them, eyebrow raised
“Oh, heh, sorry.” He realizes that he may have been perceived as weird. “…they smell good.”
"It's my Nan's recipe."
“Oh cool! Where’s your nan from?”
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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.
*Mornin y'all. Here's there characters I wanna use today*
Theren is sitting outside, enjoying the cool morning. He sips a cup of coffee, rubbing his tired eyes slightly.
Phoenix is inside making gingersnaps. The smell wafts through the air, making everything smell like the holidays.
Leo is outside by his forge making something new. Festus is laying next to him, the metal dragon radiating heat.
-thinking about bringing in a new character-
Mauric scampers over toward the smell, his eyes wide.
Phoenix, who is a big and bulky dude, is wearing an apron that is too small for him. He is currently watching a batch cooking in the oven
He inhales deeply. “Just the right amount of cardamom… evoking memories of pfeffernüsse… absolutely sublime.” He whispers to himself, standing back a few feet from Phoenix.
Phoenix looks at them, eyebrow raised
“Oh, heh, sorry.” He realizes that he may have been perceived as weird. “…they smell good.”
"It's my Nan's recipe."
“Oh cool! Where’s your nan from?”
"Britain. London to be exact."
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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.
Traitor is back to tearing the rest of that one abandoned house from a few scenes ago to wood chips.
KK is in her studio, revising her lyrics.
The Seer is probably off somewhere cackling maniacally or monologuing to stormy skies in true villainous fashion. Her corruption is spreading a little more, reaching near the edge of the forest.
Isaac knocks on the door
The Seer hears the quiet buzzing of propellers behind her
After a few seconds of what sounds like many, many locking mechanisms being unlocked, opens the door and pokes her head through the gap. "Hi Isaac! How are you doing?"
She doesn't turn around, eyes opening from the surrounding shadows to look for the source of the sound in her stead.
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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)
*Now that Baalze is gone, does anyone else want to rp? If so, here, if you want anyone else, just ask.*
Damian is cleaning up the town from the previous night, walking around with a trash bag, picking up candy, trash, paper plates, and anything else people happened to leave behind. He's wearing some plain and modest clothes, deciding he doesn't have to look fabulous every day.
Paracelsus is in her laboratory, experimenting on things she got from the nearby graveyard, graves no one bothered to clean up. The sound of crackling lightning and mad laughter can be heard.
Thane is outside of the Tavern, sitting, staring silently. His knees are up against his chest, a strange look for such a large Dragonborn. He's in the outfit he arrived in, looking like a wild west bartender, his black Bowler hat sitting tilted atop His head.
Sparrow is working outside of town, clearing out a crypt full of evil spirits for some decent pay. He's got his bandana on so no one can see his real face as he guns down everything in his path with Rosemary's holy bullets.
Rowan is in the library crying. Blood stains his red velvet Jester costume, and the mask sits on the table in front of him, mocking him in his mind for what he did.
Thirteen knocks on the door, holding several scrolls and tomes under one arm.
Riotan walks up behind him. “What a shame. Such a lovely outfit, ruined.”
The cackling stops as Paracelsus opens the door, peaking out her head until she sees Thirteen, opening it fully.
Rowan turns to them, slowly crying less "Who are you?" The Mask goes silent at the sight of Riotan.
*Gtg to a pep rally.*
*the several dozen pep rallies I was forced to attend in my high school tenure did nothing but worsen my existing hearing condition. If you can, run.*
“Sorry to disturb. I thought we could perhaps discuss the extraplanar sources of necrotic effects today, but if you’re busy I understand.”
“I have lots of names! None of them important.” He grins. “Call me whatever you like.”
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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.
Walking through the woods on a path, headed towards town is an older man. He has brown hair with a bit of gray creeping in, light blue eyes, and fair skin. He is dressed in a nice, long coat and pants and he wears gloves over his hands. He hums to himself as a cross on a chain swings from his neck.
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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.
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
*Mornin y'all. Here's there characters I wanna use today*
Theren is sitting outside, enjoying the cool morning. He sips a cup of coffee, rubbing his tired eyes slightly.
Phoenix is inside making gingersnaps. The smell wafts through the air, making everything smell like the holidays.
Leo is outside by his forge making something new. Festus is laying next to him, the metal dragon radiating heat.
-thinking about bringing in a new character-
Mauric scampers over toward the smell, his eyes wide.
Phoenix, who is a big and bulky dude, is wearing an apron that is too small for him. He is currently watching a batch cooking in the oven
He inhales deeply. “Just the right amount of cardamom… evoking memories of pfeffernüsse… absolutely sublime.” He whispers to himself, standing back a few feet from Phoenix.
Phoenix looks at them, eyebrow raised
“Oh, heh, sorry.” He realizes that he may have been perceived as weird. “…they smell good.”
"It's my Nan's recipe."
“Oh cool! Where’s your nan from?”
"Britain. London to be exact."
“Ah, the marvel of English cuisine. Are you from the UK too?”
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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.
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
Isaac knocks on the door
The Seer hears the quiet buzzing of propellers behind her
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
“Oh, heh, sorry.” He realizes that he may have been perceived as weird. “…they smell good.”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"It's my Nan's recipe."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The cackling stops as Paracelsus opens the door, peaking out her head until she sees Thirteen, opening it fully.
Rowan turns to them, slowly crying less "Who are you?" The Mask goes silent at the sight of Riotan.
*Gtg to a pep rally.*
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 cool! Where’s your nan from?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Britain. London to be exact."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
After a few seconds of what sounds like many, many locking mechanisms being unlocked, opens the door and pokes her head through the gap. "Hi Isaac! How are you doing?"
She doesn't turn around, eyes opening from the surrounding shadows to look for the source of the sound in her stead.
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)
*[A WILD WENDIGO HAS APPEARED]*
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
*[tackles] GOTCHAAA*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I'm doing alright. A little sleepy, but not too much. How are you?*
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)
*the several dozen pep rallies I was forced to attend in my high school tenure did nothing but worsen my existing hearing condition. If you can, run.*
“Sorry to disturb. I thought we could perhaps discuss the extraplanar sources of necrotic effects today, but if you’re busy I understand.”
“I have lots of names! None of them important.” He grins. “Call me whatever you like.”
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 WILD WENDIGO USES EXPLOSION]*
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 have made a new character.*
Walking through the woods on a path, headed towards town is an older man. He has brown hair with a bit of gray creeping in, light blue eyes, and fair skin. He is dressed in a nice, long coat and pants and he wears gloves over his hands. He hums to himself as a cross on a chain swings from his neck.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(hey wendi)
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
*NOOOOO!!! [Theren has fainted!]*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Ah, the marvel of English cuisine. Are you from the UK too?”
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. "Yeah, born and raised."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(hey theren)
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
*hello*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Neat. Technically, my surname is from Cambridgeshire, but I have mostly French and Italian ancestors and I was born in Canada.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.