He hears a distant cry of rage and pain from the woods
His head snaps up. He sheathes the kris and runs toward the sound.
He sees a man in shattered and bloody armor shoving a sword through a red dragons chest. Nearby a lady lays on the ground, motionless.
Kharn slows down to a walk. "What happened here?" He asks, looking from the dragon, to the man, to the unconscious/dead woman.
"Was...attacked..." the man says, breathing heavily and stumbling over to the woman.
"By... the dragon, I expect." Kharn follows, looking over her.
He nods, uncorking a bottle and dripping it into her mouth
Khanr closely examines the woman for wounds or anything that may be fatal. "Who is she? A partner? Accomplice?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
*Good morning my friends! I feel like ruining some characters lives today!!!*
Leo is sitting in his destroyed forge, Festus's head in the center, his body obliterated. Leo's face is full of shock as he holds bits of the forge in his hands. He stumbles over to Festus, touching the cold metal head of his best friend.
*why?*
Loriche walks toward the area, shocked as well. “Wh-what happened??”
*Saturday was hell at work*
Leo looks up, tears in his eyes. "I...I don't know..."
*oof i’m sorry*
Loriche goes over to Festus and examines him sadly.
The dragons head is cold and his ruby eyes dead and empty.
“There’s got to be some way to fix him… right?”
Leo slowly shakes his head no. "Can't....cantcantcant.." he says, starting to cry
Loriche moves forward and hugs him silently.
He sobs into her shoulder, shaking with each sob
“There’s got to be some way to fix him…” She murmurs.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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, uncorking a bottle and dripping it into her mouth
Khanr closely examines the woman for wounds or anything that may be fatal. "Who is she? A partner? Accomplice?"
He raises her and his hands. Rings glint on both of their fingers.
Kharn nods grimly. "Do you know a doctor? I am unfortunately not one."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
He nods, uncorking a bottle and dripping it into her mouth
Khanr closely examines the woman for wounds or anything that may be fatal. "Who is she? A partner? Accomplice?"
He raises her and his hands. Rings glint on both of their fingers.
Kharn nods grimly. "Do you know a doctor? I am unfortunately not one."
"The potion I gave her should save her..." he says, sitting down heavily.
Kharn sits as well. He is silent a while, before saying, "I am Kharn. What is your name?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
He nods, uncorking a bottle and dripping it into her mouth
Khanr closely examines the woman for wounds or anything that may be fatal. "Who is she? A partner? Accomplice?"
He raises her and his hands. Rings glint on both of their fingers.
Kharn nods grimly. "Do you know a doctor? I am unfortunately not one."
"The potion I gave her should save her..." he says, sitting down heavily.
Kharn sits as well. He is silent a while, before saying, "I am Kharn. What is your name?"
"Just call me, Tarnished." he says, breathing slowly.
"Unusual name, for certain. Anyway, we should get your wife back to the safety of the inn. Come on." Kharn gets up.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
"Just call me, Tarnished." he says, breathing slowly.
"Unusual name, for certain. Anyway, we should get your wife back to the safety of the inn. Come on." Kharn gets up.
He tries to stand but sits back down. "Can't..." he says. After a second his wife stirs, sitting up. "What...?"
"Well, Tarnished, that potion really did work." Kharn says, a note of surprise in his voice.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
"Just call me, Tarnished." he says, breathing slowly.
"Unusual name, for certain. Anyway, we should get your wife back to the safety of the inn. Come on." Kharn gets up.
He tries to stand but sits back down. "Can't..." he says. After a second his wife stirs, sitting up. "What...?"
"Well, Tarnished, that potion really did work." Kharn says, a note of surprise in his voice.
He nods, one of his blue eyes closing a bit. Helena sees Kharn and then sees the Tarnished. She looks frightened by his wounds, rushing over to him. "no no no no..."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Just call me, Tarnished." he says, breathing slowly.
"Unusual name, for certain. Anyway, we should get your wife back to the safety of the inn. Come on." Kharn gets up.
He tries to stand but sits back down. "Can't..." he says. After a second his wife stirs, sitting up. "What...?"
"Well, Tarnished, that potion really did work." Kharn says, a note of surprise in his voice.
He nods, one of his blue eyes closing a bit. Helena sees Kharn and then sees the Tarnished. She looks frightened by his wounds, rushing over to him. "no no no no..."
"Ah. Yes. Honestly, Tarnished, we need to get you to a hospital." Kharn says, walking over.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
"Just call me, Tarnished." he says, breathing slowly.
"Unusual name, for certain. Anyway, we should get your wife back to the safety of the inn. Come on." Kharn gets up.
He tries to stand but sits back down. "Can't..." he says. After a second his wife stirs, sitting up. "What...?"
"Well, Tarnished, that potion really did work." Kharn says, a note of surprise in his voice.
He nods, one of his blue eyes closing a bit. Helena sees Kharn and then sees the Tarnished. She looks frightened by his wounds, rushing over to him. "no no no no..."
"Ah. Yes. Honestly, Tarnished, we need to get you to a hospital." Kharn says, walking over.
Helena takes off his broken helmet and holds his face. "No no. Focus on me. Do not sleep." she whispers. Helena looks over at Kharn. "Please...help me get him on his feet."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
I'm Balthoran formerly known as drizztlonedruid not particularly active but if we were on friendly terms feel free to DM me on discord my user is just balthoran
I'm a Roomba high cultist and a few other things
Avid supporter of 5e and an okay minmaxer
Former Archivist of various threads the rest you can figure out yourself
"Just call me, Tarnished." he says, breathing slowly.
"Unusual name, for certain. Anyway, we should get your wife back to the safety of the inn. Come on." Kharn gets up.
He tries to stand but sits back down. "Can't..." he says. After a second his wife stirs, sitting up. "What...?"
"Well, Tarnished, that potion really did work." Kharn says, a note of surprise in his voice.
He nods, one of his blue eyes closing a bit. Helena sees Kharn and then sees the Tarnished. She looks frightened by his wounds, rushing over to him. "no no no no..."
"Ah. Yes. Honestly, Tarnished, we need to get you to a hospital." Kharn says, walking over.
Helena takes off his broken helmet and holds his face. "No no. Focus on me. Do not sleep." she whispers. Helena looks over at Kharn. "Please...help me get him on his feet."
Kharn takes the large form of Tarnished, and props him up like he weighs nothing. "Do you know any healers?" He asks Helena.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
"Just call me, Tarnished." he says, breathing slowly.
"Unusual name, for certain. Anyway, we should get your wife back to the safety of the inn. Come on." Kharn gets up.
He tries to stand but sits back down. "Can't..." he says. After a second his wife stirs, sitting up. "What...?"
"Well, Tarnished, that potion really did work." Kharn says, a note of surprise in his voice.
He nods, one of his blue eyes closing a bit. Helena sees Kharn and then sees the Tarnished. She looks frightened by his wounds, rushing over to him. "no no no no..."
"Ah. Yes. Honestly, Tarnished, we need to get you to a hospital." Kharn says, walking over.
Helena takes off his broken helmet and holds his face. "No no. Focus on me. Do not sleep." she whispers. Helena looks over at Kharn. "Please...help me get him on his feet."
Kharn takes the large form of Tarnished, and props him up like he weighs nothing. "Do you know any healers?" He asks Helena.
Helena wrings her hands nervously. "T-there is a bard named Allison."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Just call me, Tarnished." he says, breathing slowly.
"Unusual name, for certain. Anyway, we should get your wife back to the safety of the inn. Come on." Kharn gets up.
He tries to stand but sits back down. "Can't..." he says. After a second his wife stirs, sitting up. "What...?"
"Well, Tarnished, that potion really did work." Kharn says, a note of surprise in his voice.
He nods, one of his blue eyes closing a bit. Helena sees Kharn and then sees the Tarnished. She looks frightened by his wounds, rushing over to him. "no no no no..."
"Ah. Yes. Honestly, Tarnished, we need to get you to a hospital." Kharn says, walking over.
Helena takes off his broken helmet and holds his face. "No no. Focus on me. Do not sleep." she whispers. Helena looks over at Kharn. "Please...help me get him on his feet."
Kharn takes the large form of Tarnished, and props him up like he weighs nothing. "Do you know any healers?" He asks Helena.
Helena wrings her hands nervously. "T-there is a bard named Allison."
"Bardic healer is better than no healer." Kharn carefully slings tarnished over his shoulder. "Lead the way."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
Helena wrings her hands nervously. "T-there is a bard named Allison."
"Bardic healer is better than no healer." Kharn carefully slings tarnished over his shoulder. "Lead the way."
She leads him to the tavern, as soon as they are in the protective field, his wounds stop bleeding. "I-i don't know where she is but the magic field should keep him from bleeding out..." she stammers
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Helena wrings her hands nervously. "T-there is a bard named Allison."
"Bardic healer is better than no healer." Kharn carefully slings tarnished over his shoulder. "Lead the way."
She leads him to the tavern, as soon as they are in the protective field, his wounds stop bleeding. "I-i don't know where she is but the magic field should keep him from bleeding out..." she stammers
"I hope so." Kharn lays Tarnished over some chairs. He turns to Helena. "Please be calm, frie-"
"Saving wounded people I see!" Comes a slightly irritatingly cheerful voice from the bar.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
To post a comment, please login or register a new account.
Khanr closely examines the woman for wounds or anything that may be fatal. "Who is she? A partner? Accomplice?"
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
“There’s got to be some way to fix him…” She murmurs.
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 raises her and his hands. Rings glint on both of their fingers.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He shakes his head. "Not without a lot of celestial bronze..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Kharn nods grimly. "Do you know a doctor? I am unfortunately not one."
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
"The potion I gave her should save her..." he says, sitting down heavily.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Kharn sits as well. He is silent a while, before saying, "I am Kharn. What is your name?"
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
"Just call me, Tarnished." he says, breathing slowly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Unusual name, for certain. Anyway, we should get your wife back to the safety of the inn. Come on." Kharn gets up.
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
He tries to stand but sits back down. "Can't..." he says. After a second his wife stirs, sitting up. "What...?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Well, Tarnished, that potion really did work." Kharn says, a note of surprise in his voice.
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
He nods, one of his blue eyes closing a bit. Helena sees Kharn and then sees the Tarnished. She looks frightened by his wounds, rushing over to him. "no no no no..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Ah. Yes. Honestly, Tarnished, we need to get you to a hospital." Kharn says, walking over.
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
Helena takes off his broken helmet and holds his face. "No no. Focus on me. Do not sleep." she whispers. Helena looks over at Kharn. "Please...help me get him on his feet."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(:P)
I'm Balthoran formerly known as drizztlonedruid not particularly active but if we were on friendly terms feel free to DM me on discord my user is just balthoran
I'm a Roomba high cultist and a few other things
Avid supporter of 5e and an okay minmaxer
Former Archivist of various threads the rest you can figure out yourself
Kharn takes the large form of Tarnished, and props him up like he weighs nothing. "Do you know any healers?" He asks Helena.
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
Helena wrings her hands nervously. "T-there is a bard named Allison."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Bardic healer is better than no healer." Kharn carefully slings tarnished over his shoulder. "Lead the way."
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
She leads him to the tavern, as soon as they are in the protective field, his wounds stop bleeding. "I-i don't know where she is but the magic field should keep him from bleeding out..." she stammers
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I hope so." Kharn lays Tarnished over some chairs. He turns to Helena. "Please be calm, frie-"
"Saving wounded people I see!" Comes a slightly irritatingly cheerful voice from the bar.
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me