Fate... a concept commonly considered to be an unclashable force, the thought that whatever is supposed to happen will, but what if the cards fate dealt weren't truly right. What if someone was destined for something that should never have come, a fate that is entirely monstrous?
Arriving in town are two people, both covered in jet black cloaks that flutter in the midnight breeze, one appears to be holding the other's hand, much smaller, their skin where it is revealing seems to have deep wounds. The larger person holds their hand with care, both of them wearing the exact same outfit, black everything, doing their best to conceal themselves in the night. The larger person's hand seems darker, although with scars just as deep. When they arrive at the tavern they walk inside, silently ordering a room with the little money they do have, before buying the cheapest meal they can, sitting silently at a table in the corner. Despite wearing identical clothes they provide different auras around them, the larger's dark and ominous, while the smaller's filled with a brightness. They eat without words begin spoken.
Thirteen sits not far away at his typical booth, pondering his orrery. He looks up at the pair curiously.
Whenever he looks at them the larger seems to stare back, like they're burrowing into Thirteen's soul with their dark eyes, but the smaller always tugs on their cloak and stops them.
This only heightens Thirteen’s interests. He tucks the orb back into his satchel and takes out his journal.
Radiant energy seems to move off the smaller in waves as they talk to each other silently. Eventually the larger seems to slump their shoulders as the smaller waves Thirteen over.
Thirteen stands and moves over, not sitting, trying to gauge their reaction. “Yes?”
The larger doesnt speak, although the smaller does, having the voice of a young child "Hello, nice to meet you."
“Good to meet you to. What did you want?” Thirteen sits down tentatively. Insight: 12
They tilt their head, still not visible through the cloak, as far as Thirteen can tell, these are just some strange travelers like everyone else. They say "I don't know." They look up to the larger who just shakes their head.
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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.'
( choose whatever character you want I'm gonna play a character I made yesterday though)
*Okay. Here.*
Shen is taking a nap on the ground, small flowers growing all around him, his legs crossed and using his strong arms as pillows as he soaks in the sunlight, his wood crown growing a soft green.
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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.'
Fate... a concept commonly considered to be an unclashable force, the thought that whatever is supposed to happen will, but what if the cards fate dealt weren't truly right. What if someone was destined for something that should never have come, a fate that is entirely monstrous?
Arriving in town are two people, both covered in jet black cloaks that flutter in the midnight breeze, one appears to be holding the other's hand, much smaller, their skin where it is revealing seems to have deep wounds. The larger person holds their hand with care, both of them wearing the exact same outfit, black everything, doing their best to conceal themselves in the night. The larger person's hand seems darker, although with scars just as deep. When they arrive at the tavern they walk inside, silently ordering a room with the little money they do have, before buying the cheapest meal they can, sitting silently at a table in the corner. Despite wearing identical clothes they provide different auras around them, the larger's dark and ominous, while the smaller's filled with a brightness. They eat without words begin spoken.
Thirteen sits not far away at his typical booth, pondering his orrery. He looks up at the pair curiously.
Whenever he looks at them the larger seems to stare back, like they're burrowing into Thirteen's soul with their dark eyes, but the smaller always tugs on their cloak and stops them.
This only heightens Thirteen’s interests. He tucks the orb back into his satchel and takes out his journal.
Radiant energy seems to move off the smaller in waves as they talk to each other silently. Eventually the larger seems to slump their shoulders as the smaller waves Thirteen over.
Thirteen stands and moves over, not sitting, trying to gauge their reaction. “Yes?”
The larger doesnt speak, although the smaller does, having the voice of a young child "Hello, nice to meet you."
“Good to meet you to. What did you want?” Thirteen sits down tentatively. Insight: 12
They tilt their head, still not visible through the cloak, as far as Thirteen can tell, these are just some strange travelers like everyone else. They say "I don't know." They look up to the larger who just shakes their head.
“Alright. Well, uh… welcome to the Lord’s Rest.” He offers a handshake. “It’s a nice place. Most of the time.”
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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.
*Guys.... The kitten has escaped somewhere in my apartment.*
(is that a bad thing?)
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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
( choose whatever character you want I'm gonna play a character I made yesterday though)
*Okay. Here.*
Shen is taking a nap on the ground, small flowers growing all around him, his legs crossed and using his strong arms as pillows as he soaks in the sunlight, his wood crown growing a soft green.
Aesir walks up to Shen in his lycanthrope form and says "what's your name stranger?"
*I’ll put them in traffic court too for not obeying stoplights*
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.
*glad to have you here bro*
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.
They tilt their head, still not visible through the cloak, as far as Thirteen can tell, these are just some strange travelers like everyone else. They say "I don't know." They look up to the larger who just shakes their head.
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.)
*Same, tea always helps though, I don't have much advice outside of that.*
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.)
*Hello, Moon! How have you been on this 24-hour interval in the man-made construct that is the passage of time?*
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)
*Sure, want me to list out my characters?*
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.)
*unless I am not mistaken, I haven't met you before.*
*I don't mean any offence btw*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*It's Jobah's alt.*
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.)
( choose whatever character you want I'm gonna play a character I made yesterday though)
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*oh! OK. Should probs put that in his sig to make it clear*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*Having a frabjous day, given mine circumstances!*
*(this conversation feels like)*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Okay. Here.*
Shen is taking a nap on the ground, small flowers growing all around him, his legs crossed and using his strong arms as pillows as he soaks in the sunlight, his wood crown growing a soft green.
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.)
*Guys.... The kitten has escaped somewhere in my apartment.*
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
*What was the level limit here?*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
“Alright. Well, uh… welcome to the Lord’s Rest.” He offers a handshake. “It’s a nice place. Most of the time.”
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.
*gotcha*
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.
(is that a bad thing?)
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
*:0*
*Oh no!*
*Catch the smol missile before it causes chaos!*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
Aesir walks up to Shen in his lycanthrope form and says "what's your name stranger?"
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*I don't think I know anything that could help here.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels