*Good Morning. I have a little more energy than usual.*
Dyn is talking to some of the villagers, asking if they've seen a man who looks like Zen
They feel that someone is watching them. When they turn the direction of the feeling they see someone is pure black Ninja attire hiding in shadow. They are lean with an oni mask, their eyes the only visible part of their body, a sharp green color. Only one small blade visible on them.
His form flickers as he appears behind him, blade pressed to the back of their neck. "Don't move."
They sighs, their voice near silent as they raise their empty hands "Well done, who are you?"
"Dyn. Who are you?"
"Akira. I assume you would slit my throat if I tried anything?"
"Exactly. I don't take kind to those stalking me Akira."
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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.
*Good Morning. I have a little more energy than usual.*
Dyn is talking to some of the villagers, asking if they've seen a man who looks like Zen
They feel that someone is watching them. When they turn the direction of the feeling they see someone is pure black Ninja attire hiding in shadow. They are lean with an oni mask, their eyes the only visible part of their body, a sharp green color. Only one small blade visible on them.
His form flickers as he appears behind him, blade pressed to the back of their neck. "Don't move."
They sighs, their voice near silent as they raise their empty hands "Well done, who are you?"
"Dyn. Who are you?"
"Akira. I assume you would slit my throat if I tried anything?"
"Exactly. I don't take kind to those stalking me Akira."
"Can you blame me for being curious when I find another similar to my kind of work?" He turns one of his hands to face Dyn.
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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.'
*Good Morning. I have a little more energy than usual.*
Dyn is talking to some of the villagers, asking if they've seen a man who looks like Zen
They feel that someone is watching them. When they turn the direction of the feeling they see someone is pure black Ninja attire hiding in shadow. They are lean with an oni mask, their eyes the only visible part of their body, a sharp green color. Only one small blade visible on them.
His form flickers as he appears behind him, blade pressed to the back of their neck. "Don't move."
They sighs, their voice near silent as they raise their empty hands "Well done, who are you?"
"Dyn. Who are you?"
"Akira. I assume you would slit my throat if I tried anything?"
"Exactly. I don't take kind to those stalking me Akira."
"Can you blame me for being curious when I find another similar to my kind of work?" He turns one of his hands to face Dyn.
"Don't even think about it." he snarls, pressing the blade closer
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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.
Traitor is skulking about the woods invisibly, hunting for the Seer.
KK is in her studio, finally finishing some of her works of art, the happiest she's been in days.
She comes across Dyn, who is examining a long burnt out campfire.
Her glowing 'eyes' become visible again, looking between the campfire and Dyn as she approaches quietly. "Oh, hello. What are you doing?"
*Do you want his description*
Dyn looks up, one hand reaching for the sword on his back. "Examining this fire."
*Sure. You want hers?*
The two motes of light turn back towards the campfire for a moment. "I see. Did you make it?"
*Yes please. A young man, maybe about 19, is walking through the woods. He has a headband with a symbol on it over his forehead. He has messy brown hair and green eyes. He wears a black T-shirt under some crude armor with a shortsword on his back. He wears pants with small pockets which hold some tools.*
"No. it was made yesterday. By the man I'm hunting down."
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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.
"Don't even think about it." he snarls, pressing the blade closer
"Then I would suggest you let me go, it's not very friendly talking this way." He grunts, the blade pushed against the fabric, sticking next to his flesh.
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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.'
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
Felix is making a giant meatball, slapping ground meat from various creatures into it.
Merabelle sees Felix at work and decides to walk over, politely curtsying before crossing their legs as they sit, watching them silently, a soft smile on their face and in their eyes.
He bows to them. "Hello there! I'm preparing for Thanksgiving right now. Practicing, you know?" He presses some more pulverized flesh to the monument of sin.
"Don't even think about it." he snarls, pressing the blade closer
"Then I would suggest you let me go, it's not very friendly talking this way." He grunts, the blade pushed against the fabric, sticking next to his flesh.
"Then you should've thought twice about stalking." he says, letting him go and shoving him forward. "The Anbu Black Ops don't take kindly to that."
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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 am doing quite well! I'm strongly considering returning to my old power system, Vitae, and giving it a more horrific tone.*
*That's great! Spooky power systems are always fun. What are your ideas for it so far?*
*So, Vitae is the energy of change, right? It makes heat, movement, deliciousness, evolution, and all that fun stuff. What if you slowly lost your humanity if you overused it? There were already hints of this, but like, imagine if someone became a straight-up dragon or demon or something. All this, and the more Vitae-rich foods are pretty much all going to the elite who can afford it. So, put those two elements together, and...*
Donn disappears into the woods, slipping between shadows, following the man
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
"Exactly. I don't take kind to those stalking me Akira."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He leaps from tree to tree, moving quickly. He then jumps behind a huge rock outcropping.
Stealth: 33
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She shakes her head, her long-clawed hands becoming visible once more. "I appreciate the gesture, but I don't want to accidentally hurt them."
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)
"Can you blame me for being curious when I find another similar to my kind of work?" He turns one of his hands to face Dyn.
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.)
*Sure. You want hers?*
The two motes of light turn back towards the campfire for a moment. "I see. Did you make it?"
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)
*I am doing quite well! I'm strongly considering returning to my old power system, Vitae, and giving it a more horrific tone.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Don't even think about it." he snarls, pressing the blade closer
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Yes please. A young man, maybe about 19, is walking through the woods. He has a headband with a symbol on it over his forehead. He has messy brown hair and green eyes. He wears a black T-shirt under some crude armor with a shortsword on his back. He wears pants with small pockets which hold some tools.*
"No. it was made yesterday. By the man I'm hunting down."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*That's great! Spooky power systems are always fun. What are your ideas for it so far?*
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)
"Then I would suggest you let me go, it's not very friendly talking this way." He grunts, the blade pushed against the fabric, sticking next to his flesh.
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.)
(hi yvonne)
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
He bows to them. "Hello there! I'm preparing for Thanksgiving right now. Practicing, you know?" He presses some more pulverized flesh to the monument of sin.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Then you should've thought twice about stalking." he says, letting him go and shoving him forward. "The Anbu Black Ops don't take kindly to that."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Kharn is outside.
Krail is avoiding Kharn.
A dragonborn in a fancy cloak is at the bar.
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.
*So, Vitae is the energy of change, right? It makes heat, movement, deliciousness, evolution, and all that fun stuff. What if you slowly lost your humanity if you overused it? There were already hints of this, but like, imagine if someone became a straight-up dragon or demon or something. All this, and the more Vitae-rich foods are pretty much all going to the elite who can afford it. So, put those two elements together, and...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(Is he moving in the shadows because if a creature enters the shadows, Donn knows where they are.*
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
Dyn walks up to them. "Sorry to bother but I have a question for you."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Kinda. He has a skill where once he's in the darkness he becomes invisible*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hey guys, I am feeling kinda sad rn. I am gonna disappear for a bit so I don't bum y'all out.*
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