Theren is in the library flipping through books, frustrated. Sigils line his arms and legs.
Leo is by his forge crafting something.
The Tarnished and Helena are outside weaving baskets.
Father Yosef is cleansing (read killing) a demon in a small village nearby.
Thirteen walks into the library with some scrolls he needs to return, looking unusually cheerful. “What’s wrong?”
Riotan, attracted by the brutality, strolls over to the scene casually.
"The commune with dead spell I'm trying to use keeps backfiring." he says, grumbling to himself. "hence the protective sigils."
Father Yosef is standing over the bloodied corpse of the demon, who is sinking into the ground, with bloodied fists. Tattoos of crosses are on his fingers. He murmurs something in Russian before looking over at Riotan.
Thirteen moves closer to examine the books, intrigued. “Oh I could help with that if you like. Who are you trying to speak with?”
Riotan waves at him. “Hi!”
"Hearthstone and Alric.." he says quietly.
"Hello." Yosef says, pulling on his gloves after he wipes his hands clean
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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.
Theren is in the library flipping through books, frustrated. Sigils line his arms and legs.
Leo is by his forge crafting something.
The Tarnished and Helena are outside weaving baskets.
Father Yosef is cleansing (read killing) a demon in a small village nearby.
Isaac heads over "what are you making?"
Leo looks up with a smile, his hands covered in grease. "New motor for Festus."
"I hope it's not too difficult" he chuckles
"Nope, just need to tighten this last bolt then we should be good to go."
"could I use the forge once you're done? I have some stuff to cast"
"Yeah feel free. I'm done with the fire for now."
"thanks. I shouldn't take very long"
He just nods, using a wrench to tighten the lug
"while you're here though, can I get a second opinion on something?"
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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
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
Theren is in the library flipping through books, frustrated. Sigils line his arms and legs.
Leo is by his forge crafting something.
The Tarnished and Helena are outside weaving baskets.
Father Yosef is cleansing (read killing) a demon in a small village nearby.
Home is jamming out to the Ramones using the walkman that Tyrone got. He is cleaning the bathroom of the Guilt House, the body wrapped in a white plastic garbage bag sitting at the counter in the kitchen on a stool.
Father Luciano is cleaning the temple, sweeping the floors to get ready for the day ahead. He hums to himself as he does so.
Allison is restringing her lute, grumbling about why it is so hard to tune such a simple instrument.
Father Yosef walks into the temple, pulling a glove on. "Morning Father Luciano."
The Tarnished and Helena walk up to her. "Good morning Miss Alison." The Tarnished says quietly.
Luciano looks up and smiles "Hello my son, how art thou this morning?"
Allison looks up and beams "Hello you two, how are you?"
"Well enough." he says with a shrug. "And you Father?"
"We are doing great!" Helena pipes up. "We made you a present."
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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.
Theren is in the library flipping through books, frustrated. Sigils line his arms and legs.
Leo is by his forge crafting something.
The Tarnished and Helena are outside weaving baskets.
Father Yosef is cleansing (read killing) a demon in a small village nearby.
Home is jamming out to the Ramones using the walkman that Tyrone got. He is cleaning the bathroom of the Guilt House, the body wrapped in a white plastic garbage bag sitting at the counter in the kitchen on a stool.
Father Luciano is cleaning the temple, sweeping the floors to get ready for the day ahead. He hums to himself as he does so.
Allison is restringing her lute, grumbling about why it is so hard to tune such a simple instrument.
Father Yosef walks into the temple, pulling a glove on. "Morning Father Luciano."
The Tarnished and Helena walk up to her. "Good morning Miss Alison." The Tarnished says quietly.
Luciano looks up and smiles "Hello my son, how art thou this morning?"
Allison looks up and beams "Hello you two, how are you?"
"Well enough." he says with a shrug. "And you Father?"
"We are doing great!" Helena pipes up. "We made you a present."
"Tired, unfortunately." He chuckles.
She blinks and looks up "You didn't need to guys.."
Theren is in the library flipping through books, frustrated. Sigils line his arms and legs.
Leo is by his forge crafting something.
The Tarnished and Helena are outside weaving baskets.
Father Yosef is cleansing (read killing) a demon in a small village nearby.
Home is jamming out to the Ramones using the walkman that Tyrone got. He is cleaning the bathroom of the Guilt House, the body wrapped in a white plastic garbage bag sitting at the counter in the kitchen on a stool.
Father Luciano is cleaning the temple, sweeping the floors to get ready for the day ahead. He hums to himself as he does so.
Allison is restringing her lute, grumbling about why it is so hard to tune such a simple instrument.
Father Yosef walks into the temple, pulling a glove on. "Morning Father Luciano."
The Tarnished and Helena walk up to her. "Good morning Miss Alison." The Tarnished says quietly.
Luciano looks up and smiles "Hello my son, how art thou this morning?"
Allison looks up and beams "Hello you two, how are you?"
"Well enough." he says with a shrug. "And you Father?"
"We are doing great!" Helena pipes up. "We made you a present."
"Tired, unfortunately." He chuckles.
She blinks and looks up "You didn't need to guys.."
"Bad dreams? Or just staying up too late?"
"It's our thanks for keeping us, well him, alive." Helena says, poking the Tarnished's side. He grumbles something while handing Allison a hand woven basket.
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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.
"while you're here though, can I get a second opinion on something?"
Leo looks up, eyebrows raised. "Yea, what's up hermano?"
he pulls a folded paper out of his pocket "got a project that may backfire quite badly. I want a second set of eyes for the schematic"
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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
Traitor is skulking about the fields around the Inn, causing random destruction to inanimate objects in her vicinity.
KK is sketching something inside the Inn, faintly playing music as she does.
Isaac comes over and looks at the drawing
*sorry for the delay*
The drawing seems to depict a rather... unnatural thing. It appears to be of a large, prism-shaped something made of what looks to be metal and flesh and other things. It looks somewhat horrific, and yet there are measurements and different angles of that abominable shape as though the drawing were a blueprint- but surely she wouldn't try to make something so monstrous... right?
KK notices him, and turns to face him. "Sup?"
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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)
Theren is in the library flipping through books, frustrated. Sigils line his arms and legs.
Leo is by his forge crafting something.
The Tarnished and Helena are outside weaving baskets.
Father Yosef is cleansing (read killing) a demon in a small village nearby.
Home is jamming out to the Ramones using the walkman that Tyrone got. He is cleaning the bathroom of the Guilt House, the body wrapped in a white plastic garbage bag sitting at the counter in the kitchen on a stool.
Father Luciano is cleaning the temple, sweeping the floors to get ready for the day ahead. He hums to himself as he does so.
Allison is restringing her lute, grumbling about why it is so hard to tune such a simple instrument.
Father Yosef walks into the temple, pulling a glove on. "Morning Father Luciano."
The Tarnished and Helena walk up to her. "Good morning Miss Alison." The Tarnished says quietly.
Luciano looks up and smiles "Hello my son, how art thou this morning?"
Allison looks up and beams "Hello you two, how are you?"
"Well enough." he says with a shrug. "And you Father?"
"We are doing great!" Helena pipes up. "We made you a present."
"Tired, unfortunately." He chuckles.
She blinks and looks up "You didn't need to guys.."
"Bad dreams? Or just staying up too late?"
"It's our thanks for keeping us, well him, alive." Helena says, poking the Tarnished's side. He grumbles something while handing Allison a hand woven basket.
"More so I have been working late." He sighs.
She takes it and looks starstruck, in awe. Se runs her fingers against the work and grins "This is beautiful!"
"while you're here though, can I get a second opinion on something?"
Leo looks up, eyebrows raised. "Yea, what's up hermano?"
he pulls a folded paper out of his pocket "got a project that may backfire quite badly. I want a second set of eyes for the schematic"
Leo wipes his hands on a rag and opens the paper, looking it over.
it looks to be schematics for some kind of gun
(history check)
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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
(this is what I got when I accidentally double-clicked on sup and have Grammarly's show definitions and synonyms on sup.Sup or SUP may refer to: Saskatchewan United Party, a political party in Saskatchewan Supremum or sup, in mathematics, the least upper bound Societas unius personae, proposed EU type of single-person company SUP Media or Sup Fabrik, a Russian ...)
He just nods, using a wrench to tighten the lug
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nuzzles him, grinning "Howre ya?"
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
"Hearthstone and Alric.." he says quietly.
"Hello." Yosef says, pulling on his gloves after he wipes his hands clean
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"while you're here though, can I get a second opinion on something?"
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
"Better now that you're here"
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
*Back now, drunk something that should help with the fever. How y’all doin? Anyone want to role play? If so, picking the characters would be nice.*
"Well enough." he says with a shrug. "And you Father?"
"We are doing great!" Helena pipes up. "We made you a present."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Leo looks up, eyebrows raised. "Yea, what's up hermano?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
No… I am water. But I like to stay in my river when I can… though I have to leave a lot anyway.
“How do you know??” Loriche is utterly baffled right now.
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.
*Who do you have Jester?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Tired, unfortunately." He chuckles.
She blinks and looks up "You didn't need to guys.."
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
"oooh, sorry, im a bit stupid." He chuckles.
"I see what the house produces." He chuckles
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
(good I got to visit my grandparents yesterday)
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"Bad dreams? Or just staying up too late?"
"It's our thanks for keeping us, well him, alive." Helena says, poking the Tarnished's side. He grumbles something while handing Allison a hand woven basket.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
he pulls a folded paper out of his pocket "got a project that may backfire quite badly. I want a second set of eyes for the schematic"
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
Leo wipes his hands on a rag and opens the paper, looking it over.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*sorry for the delay*
The drawing seems to depict a rather... unnatural thing. It appears to be of a large, prism-shaped something made of what looks to be metal and flesh and other things. It looks somewhat horrific, and yet there are measurements and different angles of that abominable shape as though the drawing were a blueprint- but surely she wouldn't try to make something so monstrous... right?
KK notices him, and turns to face him. "Sup?"
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)
"More so I have been working late." He sighs.
She takes it and looks starstruck, in awe. Se runs her fingers against the work and grins "This is beautiful!"
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 looks to be schematics for some kind of gun
(history check)
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
(this is what I got when I accidentally double-clicked on sup and have Grammarly's show definitions and synonyms on sup.Sup or SUP may refer to: Saskatchewan United Party, a political party in Saskatchewan Supremum or sup, in mathematics, the least upper bound Societas unius personae, proposed EU type of single-person company SUP Media or Sup Fabrik, a Russian ...)
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