Blubs is cleaning out the factory still, crawling through the walls to get rid of any rats and mice or bones that might seems off putting. Once he climbs out, he is covered in dust and cobwebs.
Home is in the basement with the bodybag, talking to it "You know, it's silly but I am really starting to get tired of you. You scream for help during the middle of the night, you appear at the worst times, you sit in my chair when I'm trying to organize the area... I should get rid of you for real."
Nathan is curled up in the corner of the tavern library, trying to bring dead rodents back to life. He is trying different variations of the Ressurection Spell to see if they work for it.
Felix walks in, carrying a basket of food and candles.
Blubs looks up and gasps "Oh my! A new person! Welcome!" They waddle over.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Blubs is cleaning out the factory still, crawling through the walls to get rid of any rats and mice or bones that might seems off putting. Once he climbs out, he is covered in dust and cobwebs.
Home is in the basement with the bodybag, talking to it "You know, it's silly but I am really starting to get tired of you. You scream for help during the middle of the night, you appear at the worst times, you sit in my chair when I'm trying to organize the area... I should get rid of you for real."
Nathan is curled up in the corner of the tavern library, trying to bring dead rodents back to life. He is trying different variations of the Ressurection Spell to see if they work for it.
A man walks in with a black mask over his face with a red handprint on it. He has short light brown hair and fair skin. He wears brown boots, a black cloak, and grey pants and a black shirt. Attached to one of his legs is a dagger with a shortsword on his hip. Over his back is a quiver with arrows and a shortbow. A small bag rests on the small of his back.
The chinchilla-like creature stares it him, fixing its tiny pair of spectacles "A vistor! Oh my! Welcome welcome!!" They waddle over.
The man tilts his head. "I thought this place was abandoned?"
"I'm afraid that is true. You're about ten billion years too late." It sighs and twiddles is tiny paws.
He crouches down, his cloak kicking up some dust. "I'm sure there are still some valuables here, yeah?"
"Oh.. Are you to rob me?" It asks.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
Blubs is cleaning out the factory still, crawling through the walls to get rid of any rats and mice or bones that might seems off putting. Once he climbs out, he is covered in dust and cobwebs.
Home is in the basement with the bodybag, talking to it "You know, it's silly but I am really starting to get tired of you. You scream for help during the middle of the night, you appear at the worst times, you sit in my chair when I'm trying to organize the area... I should get rid of you for real."
Nathan is curled up in the corner of the tavern library, trying to bring dead rodents back to life. He is trying different variations of the Ressurection Spell to see if they work for it.
A man walks in with a black mask over his face with a red handprint on it. He has short light brown hair and fair skin. He wears brown boots, a black cloak, and grey pants and a black shirt. Attached to one of his legs is a dagger with a shortsword on his hip. Over his back is a quiver with arrows and a shortbow. A small bag rests on the small of his back.
The chinchilla-like creature stares it him, fixing its tiny pair of spectacles "A vistor! Oh my! Welcome welcome!!" They waddle over.
The man tilts his head. "I thought this place was abandoned?"
"I'm afraid that is true. You're about ten billion years too late." It sighs and twiddles is tiny paws.
He crouches down, his cloak kicking up some dust. "I'm sure there are still some valuables here, yeah?"
"Oh.. Are you to rob me?" It asks.
The man shrugs. "Depends if your gonna cooperate or not. I'm sure some of these automatons still work and are worth a pretty penny." he says, walking over to one.
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The man follows the cat, leaping nimbly from tree to tree.
He points at Festus's head.
Suhou runs faster, terrified.
She moves over to it, searching for the aforementioned disc. Investigation: 24
The man keeps pace, firing a shot. Attack: 26 Damage: 8
She finds the badly charred disk in Festus's forehead.
The arrow passes into their body and becomes tangled in a small cluster of muddy roots floating near their hind leg. They stumble and fall to the ground, now fully panicking.
Loriche withdraws the disc and begins trying to feel for the shapes of the characters. “Oh by the way, what’s Greek?” Sleight of Hand: 19
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Blubs is cleaning out the factory still, crawling through the walls to get rid of any rats and mice or bones that might seems off putting. Once he climbs out, he is covered in dust and cobwebs.
Home is in the basement with the bodybag, talking to it "You know, it's silly but I am really starting to get tired of you. You scream for help during the middle of the night, you appear at the worst times, you sit in my chair when I'm trying to organize the area... I should get rid of you for real."
Nathan is curled up in the corner of the tavern library, trying to bring dead rodents back to life. He is trying different variations of the Ressurection Spell to see if they work for it.
A man walks in with a black mask over his face with a red handprint on it. He has short light brown hair and fair skin. He wears brown boots, a black cloak, and grey pants and a black shirt. Attached to one of his legs is a dagger with a shortsword on his hip. Over his back is a quiver with arrows and a shortbow. A small bag rests on the small of his back.
The chinchilla-like creature stares it him, fixing its tiny pair of spectacles "A vistor! Oh my! Welcome welcome!!" They waddle over.
The man tilts his head. "I thought this place was abandoned?"
"I'm afraid that is true. You're about ten billion years too late." It sighs and twiddles is tiny paws.
He crouches down, his cloak kicking up some dust. "I'm sure there are still some valuables here, yeah?"
"Oh.. Are you to rob me?" It asks.
The man shrugs. "Depends if your gonna cooperate or not. I'm sure some of these automatons still work and are worth a pretty penny." he says, walking over to one.
He hears the click of a gun's hammer. "I suggest you do not."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The man follows the cat, leaping nimbly from tree to tree.
He points at Festus's head.
Suhou runs faster, terrified.
She moves over to it, searching for the aforementioned disc. Investigation: 24
The man keeps pace, firing a shot. Attack: 26 Damage: 8
She finds the badly charred disk in Festus's forehead.
The arrow passes into their body and becomes tangled in a small cluster of muddy roots floating near their hind leg. They stumble and fall to the ground, now fully panicking.
Loriche withdraws the disc and begins trying to feel for the shapes of the characters. “Oh by the way, what’s Greek?” Sleight of Hand: 10
The man drops down infront of them. "Don't move unless you wanna be dispelled."
"It's an older language I can speak. My father is Hephaestus. God of the Forge and Fire." she cant make out any of the letters.
*By the way do you wanna have Thirteen try to revive Theren?*
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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.
Blubs is cleaning out the factory still, crawling through the walls to get rid of any rats and mice or bones that might seems off putting. Once he climbs out, he is covered in dust and cobwebs.
Home is in the basement with the bodybag, talking to it "You know, it's silly but I am really starting to get tired of you. You scream for help during the middle of the night, you appear at the worst times, you sit in my chair when I'm trying to organize the area... I should get rid of you for real."
Nathan is curled up in the corner of the tavern library, trying to bring dead rodents back to life. He is trying different variations of the Ressurection Spell to see if they work for it.
A man walks in with a black mask over his face with a red handprint on it. He has short light brown hair and fair skin. He wears brown boots, a black cloak, and grey pants and a black shirt. Attached to one of his legs is a dagger with a shortsword on his hip. Over his back is a quiver with arrows and a shortbow. A small bag rests on the small of his back.
The chinchilla-like creature stares it him, fixing its tiny pair of spectacles "A vistor! Oh my! Welcome welcome!!" They waddle over.
The man tilts his head. "I thought this place was abandoned?"
"I'm afraid that is true. You're about ten billion years too late." It sighs and twiddles is tiny paws.
He crouches down, his cloak kicking up some dust. "I'm sure there are still some valuables here, yeah?"
"Oh.. Are you to rob me?" It asks.
The man shrugs. "Depends if your gonna cooperate or not. I'm sure some of these automatons still work and are worth a pretty penny." he says, walking over to one.
He hears the click of a gun's hammer. "I suggest you do not."
The man sighs, turning slowly. "And why not. I'm sure a chinchilla cant handle a gun properly."
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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.
"I have lived with him or near him for far, far longer than you've been alive." Kharn sighs. "Yes, I know he's annoying." Helena can sense he's withholding something, though she can't tell if it's important or not.
*His backstory an stuff is in the Notes section*
Helena furrows her eyebrows. "There's more to it though isn't there?"
Kharn sighs, glancing around. "I am taking a risk here, Helena. If Krail finds out I've told you, he'll kill us both. Likely your husband as well." He glances behind him. Krail, it seems, has had one too many drinks. "We'll have to go somewhere more private."
She nods, helping the Tarnished to his feet. "Come on doll, we're going somewhere more comfortable."
Kharn moves outside. Krail is completely out for the count. Kharn ges to the most private place he can find: the woods. Then kharn sits himself against a tree, and slowly removes his mask.
Revealing a bleached white skull.
Helena looks unphased, more saddened than anything. "He did that to you?" she asks softly
"We were both Umbral humans at one point. Lived in the shadowfell as part of a large tribe. For some reason or another, we found a way out and took it. I was clan chief, and for the most part immune to the shadowfell's effects for unknown reasons. Krail, however, the clan mystic, was driven insane by them. He gained a lust for power, and used me, unwittingly if he is to be believed, in a ritual to gain it. The ritual failed in doing anything but making me a bleached skeleton, and giving Krail a largely inflated ego." Kharn's emotionless death mask still seams to harbor sadness, the jaw open slightly and at an angle. Two pinpricks of deep blue light serve as eyes.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
"I have lived with him or near him for far, far longer than you've been alive." Kharn sighs. "Yes, I know he's annoying." Helena can sense he's withholding something, though she can't tell if it's important or not.
*His backstory an stuff is in the Notes section*
Helena furrows her eyebrows. "There's more to it though isn't there?"
Kharn sighs, glancing around. "I am taking a risk here, Helena. If Krail finds out I've told you, he'll kill us both. Likely your husband as well." He glances behind him. Krail, it seems, has had one too many drinks. "We'll have to go somewhere more private."
She nods, helping the Tarnished to his feet. "Come on doll, we're going somewhere more comfortable."
Kharn moves outside. Krail is completely out for the count. Kharn ges to the most private place he can find: the woods. Then kharn sits himself against a tree, and slowly removes his mask.
Revealing a bleached white skull.
Helena looks unphased, more saddened than anything. "He did that to you?" she asks softly
"We were both Umbral humans at one point. Lived in the shadowfell as part of a large tribe. For some reason or another, we found a way out and took it. I was clan chief, and for the most part immune to the shadowfell's effects for unknown reasons. Krail, however, the clan mystic, was driven insane by them. He gained a lust for power, and used me, unwittingly if he is to be believed, in a ritual to gain it. The ritual failed in doing anything but making me a bleached skeleton, and giving Krail a largely inflated ego." Kharn's emotionless death mask still seams to harbor sadness, the jaw open slightly and at an angle. Two pinpricks of deep blue light serve as eyes.
Helena gently reaches out to touch the skull. "You poor thing.." she whispers. "Is there any cure?"
The Tarnished looks ticked off. "I should crush your brothers skull to powder for what he did to you."
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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.
“Depending on their portfolio, it’d certainly be important to know exactly who they are.”
Riotan lets out a horrific, unearthly screech that promises brutality in every conceivable manner and starts stalking through the woods, moving like a ghost, old murderous thoughts boiling in his inhuman mind.
He nods "I agree, considering they seem to occasionally succeed in possessing him for short periods. Hmm."
They can hear the guy absolutely jetting away, but then it stops again, until they hear a gunshot as they peak from a bush 120ft away. To hit:14 Damage:16
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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.'
The man follows the cat, leaping nimbly from tree to tree.
He points at Festus's head.
Suhou runs faster, terrified.
She moves over to it, searching for the aforementioned disc. Investigation: 24
The man keeps pace, firing a shot. Attack: 26 Damage: 8
She finds the badly charred disk in Festus's forehead.
The arrow passes into their body and becomes tangled in a small cluster of muddy roots floating near their hind leg. They stumble and fall to the ground, now fully panicking.
Loriche withdraws the disc and begins trying to feel for the shapes of the characters. “Oh by the way, what’s Greek?” Sleight of Hand: 10
The man drops down infront of them. "Don't move unless you wanna be dispelled."
"It's an older language I can speak. My father is Hephaestus. God of the Forge and Fire." she cant make out any of the letters.
*By the way do you wanna have Thirteen try to revive Theren?*
They remain utterly motionless, staring at the man.
“Here, maybe you’ll have better luck with this…” She passes the disc to him. “You said your father is a god?”
*yeah. Also just realized that Suhou is literally just Chaos from SA1*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Felix smiles and shakes Thane's hand. "Nice to finally meet you, Thane. I'm glad I could help. Do you need any more? I've got plenty of it."
He shakes his head as much as he can without hurting himself more than he feels all the time "I... will just be b- broken again, and again. T-thank you."
Felix frowns. "Why? Who breaks you?"
He look at his hand "The... V-Val-Valentine S-Sisters."
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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.'
“Depending on their portfolio, it’d certainly be important to know exactly who they are.”
Riotan lets out a horrific, unearthly screech that promises brutality in every conceivable manner and starts stalking through the woods, moving like a ghost, old murderous thoughts boiling in his inhuman mind.
He nods "I agree, considering they seem to occasionally succeed in possessing him for short periods. Hmm."
They can hear the guy absolutely jetting away, but then it stops again, until they hear a gunshot as they peak from a bush 120ft away. To hit:15 Damage:24
“I would assume them to be only a vestige or a lesser deity if they rely on possessing mortals.”
The bullet misses by about a quarter of a foot. “Not smart…” Riotan whispers, running at full speed at the shot’s origin.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"I have lived with him or near him for far, far longer than you've been alive." Kharn sighs. "Yes, I know he's annoying." Helena can sense he's withholding something, though she can't tell if it's important or not.
*His backstory an stuff is in the Notes section*
Helena furrows her eyebrows. "There's more to it though isn't there?"
Kharn sighs, glancing around. "I am taking a risk here, Helena. If Krail finds out I've told you, he'll kill us both. Likely your husband as well." He glances behind him. Krail, it seems, has had one too many drinks. "We'll have to go somewhere more private."
She nods, helping the Tarnished to his feet. "Come on doll, we're going somewhere more comfortable."
Kharn moves outside. Krail is completely out for the count. Kharn ges to the most private place he can find: the woods. Then kharn sits himself against a tree, and slowly removes his mask.
Revealing a bleached white skull.
Helena looks unphased, more saddened than anything. "He did that to you?" she asks softly
"We were both Umbral humans at one point. Lived in the shadowfell as part of a large tribe. For some reason or another, we found a way out and took it. I was clan chief, and for the most part immune to the shadowfell's effects for unknown reasons. Krail, however, the clan mystic, was driven insane by them. He gained a lust for power, and used me, unwittingly if he is to be believed, in a ritual to gain it. The ritual failed in doing anything but making me a bleached skeleton, and giving Krail a largely inflated ego." Kharn's emotionless death mask still seams to harbor sadness, the jaw open slightly and at an angle. Two pinpricks of deep blue light serve as eyes.
Helena gently reaches out to touch the skull. "You poor thing.." she whispers. "Is there any cure?"
The Tarnished looks ticked off. "I should crush your brothers skull to powder for what he did to you."
Kharn is silent for a moment. The bone is slightly warm, no doubt from whatever energies keep Kharn alive. "Not for me. I hope there is one for the madness that has taken my brother."
*Gtg. I always have to at the most dramatic moments, don't I?*
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
"I have lived with him or near him for far, far longer than you've been alive." Kharn sighs. "Yes, I know he's annoying." Helena can sense he's withholding something, though she can't tell if it's important or not.
*His backstory an stuff is in the Notes section*
Helena furrows her eyebrows. "There's more to it though isn't there?"
Kharn sighs, glancing around. "I am taking a risk here, Helena. If Krail finds out I've told you, he'll kill us both. Likely your husband as well." He glances behind him. Krail, it seems, has had one too many drinks. "We'll have to go somewhere more private."
She nods, helping the Tarnished to his feet. "Come on doll, we're going somewhere more comfortable."
Kharn moves outside. Krail is completely out for the count. Kharn ges to the most private place he can find: the woods. Then kharn sits himself against a tree, and slowly removes his mask.
Revealing a bleached white skull.
Helena looks unphased, more saddened than anything. "He did that to you?" she asks softly
"We were both Umbral humans at one point. Lived in the shadowfell as part of a large tribe. For some reason or another, we found a way out and took it. I was clan chief, and for the most part immune to the shadowfell's effects for unknown reasons. Krail, however, the clan mystic, was driven insane by them. He gained a lust for power, and used me, unwittingly if he is to be believed, in a ritual to gain it. The ritual failed in doing anything but making me a bleached skeleton, and giving Krail a largely inflated ego." Kharn's emotionless death mask still seams to harbor sadness, the jaw open slightly and at an angle. Two pinpricks of deep blue light serve as eyes.
Helena gently reaches out to touch the skull. "You poor thing.." she whispers. "Is there any cure?"
The Tarnished looks ticked off. "I should crush your brothers skull to powder for what he did to you."
Kharn is silent for a moment. The bone is slightly warm, no doubt from whatever energies keep Kharn alive. "Not for me. I hope there is one for the madness that has taken my brother."
*Gtg. I always have to at the most dramatic moments, don't I?*
*Uuughhh yeah :( *
"I hope we can help you find it." she says
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Blubs looks up and gasps "Oh my! A new person! Welcome!" They waddle over.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Crap, gtg for a while.*
*See y'all later!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh.. Are you to rob me?" It asks.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(you want to rp wendo?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
The man shrugs. "Depends if your gonna cooperate or not. I'm sure some of these automatons still work and are worth a pretty penny." he says, walking over to one.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The arrow passes into their body and becomes tangled in a small cluster of muddy roots floating near their hind leg. They stumble and fall to the ground, now fully panicking.
Loriche withdraws the disc and begins trying to feel for the shapes of the characters. “Oh by the way, what’s Greek?” Sleight of Hand: 19
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*farewell fren*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*hello -_-*
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Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
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He hears the click of a gun's hammer. "I suggest you do not."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The man drops down infront of them. "Don't move unless you wanna be dispelled."
"It's an older language I can speak. My father is Hephaestus. God of the Forge and Fire." she cant make out any of the letters.
*By the way do you wanna have Thirteen try to revive Theren?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The man sighs, turning slowly. "And why not. I'm sure a chinchilla cant handle a gun properly."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"We were both Umbral humans at one point. Lived in the shadowfell as part of a large tribe. For some reason or another, we found a way out and took it. I was clan chief, and for the most part immune to the shadowfell's effects for unknown reasons. Krail, however, the clan mystic, was driven insane by them. He gained a lust for power, and used me, unwittingly if he is to be believed, in a ritual to gain it. The ritual failed in doing anything but making me a bleached skeleton, and giving Krail a largely inflated ego." Kharn's emotionless death mask still seams to harbor sadness, the jaw open slightly and at an angle. Two pinpricks of deep blue light serve as eyes.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
Helena gently reaches out to touch the skull. "You poor thing.." she whispers. "Is there any cure?"
The Tarnished looks ticked off. "I should crush your brothers skull to powder for what he did to you."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods "I agree, considering they seem to occasionally succeed in possessing him for short periods. Hmm."
They can hear the guy absolutely jetting away, but then it stops again, until they hear a gunshot as they peak from a bush 120ft away. To hit:14 Damage:16
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.)
They remain utterly motionless, staring at the man.
“Here, maybe you’ll have better luck with this…” She passes the disc to him. “You said your father is a god?”
*yeah. Also just realized that Suhou is literally just Chaos from SA1*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He look at his hand "The... V-Val-Valentine S-Sisters."
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.)
*SA1?*
"Now, little God, what do you have to do with that man...that piece of elven filth?"
"Yeah. My mom was a human mechanic. He fell for her and they had me. Their little demigod." he says bitterly, running his fingers over the metal.
Theren lays motionless at Thirteens feet.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I would assume them to be only a vestige or a lesser deity if they rely on possessing mortals.”
The bullet misses by about a quarter of a foot. “Not smart…” Riotan whispers, running at full speed at the shot’s origin.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Kharn is silent for a moment. The bone is slightly warm, no doubt from whatever energies keep Kharn alive. "Not for me. I hope there is one for the madness that has taken my brother."
*Gtg. I always have to at the most dramatic moments, don't I?*
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
*Uuughhh yeah :( *
"I hope we can help you find it." she says
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.