*Well, looks like with the support from all of you I’m not leaving dnd. Also, don’t any of yall compare me to Nothic, I could never hope to be a fraction of the legend he is. Anyway, anybody want to role play for a bit?*
*shore*
*Who do you want to deal with?*
*Shen, Hellion, and uhh Damian*
*Given without issue.*
Shen is practicing his martial arts with a spectral version of what is assumed to be his assistant, deftly blocking and parrying strikes as they come, a calm smile on his face.
The Hellion is doing what she always is, training for the day when she must fight for her life, she’s lives through it before, and this time she will be able to fight, and not just run.
Damian is just chillin in the tavern, living his best life, still suffering from alcohol withdrawal, but moving through the symptoms by sheer force of will.
Mauric watches from a rooftop (one of his favorite kinds of locations) with interest.
Riotan is working on sewing together his makeshift marilith carcass not far away.
Thirteen sits close by, poring over Vecnic writs.
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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.
*Well, looks like with the support from all of you I’m not leaving dnd. Also, don’t any of yall compare me to Nothic, I could never hope to be a fraction of the legend he is. Anyway, anybody want to role play for a bit?*
*I do, pick your three faves of mine*
*I don’t really have favorites of yours, Saphuno is always a great time, but any others are fair game.*
*oh, I always pick favorites. Here are the fluffy goofs*
Saphuno is behind the tavern, forging something.
Reese is watering flowers in the public garden.
Lilac is sleeping in the sunny patch of grass by the entrance to the tavern
*I can’t really pick favorites, like everybody too much to.*
Damian is making sure his magic skills haven’t gotten too rusty nearby, which means massive explosions can be seen from where he’s presumed to be.
Shen the wood elf is meditating in the public garden, the plants seeming to lean towards him as he sits on his legs, soaking in the sun.
Ragnerious is making some steaming hot stew for the people around town to eat, the smell as wonderful as the taste.
She sighs, carrying her newly forged sword over to where he is. "Damian!"
"Hello, friend." she says, watering the plants around him. "How are you."
The scent hits her nose. "food..." She whimpers softly, dashing towards the source.
He’s surrounded by ash and dust, covered in sweat, wearing his old adventuring clothes. He smiles at her, wiping his brow “Hey, beautiful sword.” He pants.
Shen opens a single, piercing blue eye, his friendly voice saying “I’m doing quite well, not many people ask that anymore do they? How are you?”
Rag is handing out bowls to those in need, using the rare ingredients only people like him are able to get.
"Thanks, it's magic... but what the F[GP]!?...." she says, exasperated.
"No they don't. I'm okay, came to clear my head." She says, sitting down next to him. "You have pretty eyes.."
"Unc!" She says, hugging his leg. "Are you the smell-maker?!"
He laughs, so hard he falls onto his back, breathing deep “Where do you want me to start?”
He smiles, opening both to look into her’s “You think so? Not many of my coworkers like my eyes, but maybe that’s for a different reason.” He chuckles, rubbing the back of his messy brown hair.
He smiles, immediately pouring them a bowl “Would you like to have some Lilac?”
*Well, looks like with the support from all of you I’m not leaving dnd. Also, don’t any of yall compare me to Nothic, I could never hope to be a fraction of the legend he is. Anyway, anybody want to role play for a bit?*
*shore*
*Who do you want to deal with?*
*Shen, Hellion, and uhh Damian*
*Given without issue.*
Shen is practicing his martial arts with a spectral version of what is assumed to be his assistant, deftly blocking and parrying strikes as they come, a calm smile on his face.
The Hellion is doing what she always is, training for the day when she must fight for her life, she’s lives through it before, and this time she will be able to fight, and not just run.
Damian is just chillin in the tavern, living his best life, still suffering from alcohol withdrawal, but moving through the symptoms by sheer force of will.
Mauric watches from a rooftop (one of his favorite kinds of locations) with interest.
Riotan is working on sewing together his makeshift marilith carcass not far away.
Thirteen sits close by, poring over Vecnic writs.
He seems to always know which direction the projection will swing, countering accordingly, his fighting style mainly focused on defense, although it does have some power to it.
A javelin flies past his head, thrown by the Hellion, not meaning to aim for him, missing their actual target.
Damian places a drink at his table, smiling at Thirteen.
A MASSIVE EXPLOSION IS HEARD ALL THROUGHOUT THE TOWN. THE PUBLIC GARDEN HAS BEEN DESTROYED. CURRENT STORYLINES ARE UNNAFECTED, THOUGH, RUMORS HAVE BEGUN TO SPREAD ABOUT TOWN THAT THE CULPRIT IS "X".
*Anyone? Baal?*
X hears the drifting voice of that nightmare entity once more. "Impressive work, Xavier. Not exactly nightmare-inducing on its own, but certainly anger-inducing. Haven't had something with that flavor for a while."
her head plonks unceremoniously to the ground and winces, while her body stands up confusedly, dusted with various corpse particulates and chunks of hair
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Every part of that sentence is concerning to me on some level.*
*Dont worry about it, it’s not like I don’t have friends here to support me through the bad times. Right?*
*What I'm worried about is the possibility that I solved our current problem by worsening your mental health in general. I love you a lot, and I never wanted to get mad at you like that.*
*I know you don't think it was that bad, but that kind of stress can be really damaging to people and friendships.*
*Well, looks like with the support from all of you I’m not leaving dnd. Also, don’t any of yall compare me to Nothic, I could never hope to be a fraction of the legend he is. Anyway, anybody want to role play for a bit?*
*I do, pick your three faves of mine*
*I don’t really have favorites of yours, Saphuno is always a great time, but any others are fair game.*
*oh, I always pick favorites. Here are the fluffy goofs*
Saphuno is behind the tavern, forging something.
Reese is watering flowers in the public garden.
Lilac is sleeping in the sunny patch of grass by the entrance to the tavern
*I can’t really pick favorites, like everybody too much to.*
Damian is making sure his magic skills haven’t gotten too rusty nearby, which means massive explosions can be seen from where he’s presumed to be.
Shen the wood elf is meditating in the public garden, the plants seeming to lean towards him as he sits on his legs, soaking in the sun.
Ragnerious is making some steaming hot stew for the people around town to eat, the smell as wonderful as the taste.
She sighs, carrying her newly forged sword over to where he is. "Damian!"
"Hello, friend." she says, watering the plants around him. "How are you."
The scent hits her nose. "food..." She whimpers softly, dashing towards the source.
He’s surrounded by ash and dust, covered in sweat, wearing his old adventuring clothes. He smiles at her, wiping his brow “Hey, beautiful sword.” He pants.
Shen opens a single, piercing blue eye, his friendly voice saying “I’m doing quite well, not many people ask that anymore do they? How are you?”
Rag is handing out bowls to those in need, using the rare ingredients only people like him are able to get.
"Thanks, it's magic... but what the F[GP]!?...." she says, exasperated.
"No they don't. I'm okay, came to clear my head." She says, sitting down next to him. "You have pretty eyes.."
"Unc!" She says, hugging his leg. "Are you the smell-maker?!"
He laughs, so hard he falls onto his back, breathing deep “Where do you want me to start?”
He smiles, opening both to look into her’s “You think so? Not many of my coworkers like my eyes, but maybe that’s for a different reason.” He chuckles, rubbing the back of his messy brown hair.
He smiles, immediately pouring them a bowl “Would you like to have some Lilac?”
"You're coming home." She says, stuffing the blade into a scabbard and picking him up.
"They remind me of my mother's eyes, though I didn't know her well." She looks deeply into his, her own purple ones gleaming softly.
"I sure would..Thank you, so much!"
Damian struggles weakly, already exhausted “Hey, I was training here, why do I have to go home. I need to stay sharp.”
“Your mother must have had absolutely exquisite eyes, not that mine are half as nice. Yours are quite pretty though.” He says, giving a friendly smile.
“It’s nothing at all.” He places the bowl in front of them.
her head plonks unceremoniously to the ground and winces, while her body stands up confusedly, dusted with various corpse particulates and chunks of hair
*Every part of that sentence is concerning to me on some level.*
*Dont worry about it, it’s not like I don’t have friends here to support me through the bad times. Right?*
*What I'm worried about is the possibility that I solved our current problem by worsening your mental health in general. I love you a lot, and I never wanted to get mad at you like that.*
*I know you don't think it was that bad, but that kind of stress can be really damaging to people and friendships.*
*Dont worry, my mental health didn’t get worse because of you, I’ve been feeling kinda empty recently anyway, and having you say these things really is making me feel again.*
her head plonks unceremoniously to the ground and winces, while her body stands up confusedly, dusted with various corpse particulates and chunks of hair
Blork wants to go again
felicity, in her headless state, cannot.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
her head plonks unceremoniously to the ground and winces, while her body stands up confusedly, dusted with various corpse particulates and chunks of hair
Blork wants to go again
"Well.... interesting."
her body stumbles off the platform and begins looking for the fainted head
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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Mauric watches from a rooftop (one of his favorite kinds of locations) with interest.
Riotan is working on sewing together his makeshift marilith carcass not far away.
Thirteen sits close by, poring over Vecnic writs.
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 laughs, so hard he falls onto his back, breathing deep “Where do you want me to start?”
He smiles, opening both to look into her’s “You think so? Not many of my coworkers like my eyes, but maybe that’s for a different reason.” He chuckles, rubbing the back of his messy brown hair.
He smiles, immediately pouring them a bowl “Would you like to have some Lilac?”
*Blork wants to go again*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*also I finally figured out that Thirteen has a Bristol accent, so just imagine his voice being that of Wheatley from Portal 2*
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 seems to always know which direction the projection will swing, countering accordingly, his fighting style mainly focused on defense, although it does have some power to it.
A javelin flies past his head, thrown by the Hellion, not meaning to aim for him, missing their actual target.
Damian places a drink at his table, smiling at Thirteen.
X hears the drifting voice of that nightmare entity once more. "Impressive work, Xavier. Not exactly nightmare-inducing on its own, but certainly anger-inducing. Haven't had something with that flavor for a while."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
her head plonks unceremoniously to the ground and winces, while her body stands up confusedly, dusted with various corpse particulates and chunks of hair
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*What I'm worried about is the possibility that I solved our current problem by worsening your mental health in general. I love you a lot, and I never wanted to get mad at you like that.*
*I know you don't think it was that bad, but that kind of stress can be really damaging to people and friendships.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Damian struggles weakly, already exhausted “Hey, I was training here, why do I have to go home. I need to stay sharp.”
“Your mother must have had absolutely exquisite eyes, not that mine are half as nice. Yours are quite pretty though.” He says, giving a friendly smile.
“It’s nothing at all.” He places the bowl in front of them.
Blork wants to go again
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*Dont worry, my mental health didn’t get worse because of you, I’ve been feeling kinda empty recently anyway, and having you say these things really is making me feel again.*
felicity, in her headless state, cannot.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
her body stumbles off the platform and begins looking for the fainted head
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)