Dyn walks up to them. "Sorry to bother but I have a question for you."
"Fire away, stranger." He replies without turning around.
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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%.
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."
*Traitor stands at 8 feet tall and has spindly long arms and legs. She is clad in bronze armor that makes little noise as she moves, with a black ribbon bow on each pauldron and foot-long metal claws with a hook on the ends on her hands. She has long black hair that extends down to her midsection (which, especially given her height, is quite long), and wears a large black sunhat with a matching bow around its center. Her 'face' is a featureless void of darkness, empty except for those two glowing lights that serve as her eyes.*
"Ah, a hunt. Intriguing. Who are you pursuing?" She becomes fully visible.
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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)
Dyn walks up to them. "Sorry to bother but I have a question for you."
"Fire away, stranger." He replies without turning around.
He pulls out a small leather bound book and opens it to show a drawing of a man with light brown hair and grey eyes. "Just curious iff you've seen this man anywhere. Or if you've seen someone with a black mask with a red handprint on it?"
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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."
*Traitor stands at 8 feet tall and has spindly long arms and legs. She is clad in bronze armor that makes little noise as she moves, with a black ribbon bow on each pauldron and foot-long metal claws with a hook on the ends on her hands. She has long black hair that extends down to her midsection (which, especially given her height, is quite long), and wears a large black sunhat with a matching bow around its center. Her 'face' is a featureless void of darkness, empty except for those two glowing lights that serve as her eyes.*
"Ah, a hunt. Intriguing. Who are you pursuing?" She becomes fully visible.
*ooo. That's so cool!*
He pulls out a small leather bound book and shows her a picture of Zen with his mask on and one without his mask on. "This guy."
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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.
"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."
He quickly steadies his steps "I don't think the Anbu care as much as you do." He says, turning to them, "I assume you're here to kill someone then?"
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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.'
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.
*NO BAALZE, DON'T LEAVE ME!!!*
She reaches into her pouch, pulling out some rare seasoning only found in the Gnarly Desert, mainly spices, holding them out "Well hello sweetheart, you may want to use these if you want anythin' spicy." Her voice is very Southern and equally kind.
Dyn walks up to them. "Sorry to bother but I have a question for you."
"Fire away, stranger." He replies without turning around.
He pulls out a small leather bound book and opens it to show a drawing of a man with light brown hair and grey eyes. "Just curious if you've seen this man anywhere. Or if you've seen someone with a black mask with a red handprint on it?"
"Sorry, sir, but I've been here the best part of a day. I haven't seen your man." The dragonborn replies apologetically. "My name's Tearthorn, by the way."
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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%.
"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."
He quickly steadies his steps "I don't think the Anbu care as much as you do." He says, turning to them, "I assume you're here to kill someone then?"
"Yep. Zen Farfield. Wanted for accounts of burglary and manslaughter." he says, sheathing his sword
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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."
*Traitor stands at 8 feet tall and has spindly long arms and legs. She is clad in bronze armor that makes little noise as she moves, with a black ribbon bow on each pauldron and foot-long metal claws with a hook on the ends on her hands. She has long black hair that extends down to her midsection (which, especially given her height, is quite long), and wears a large black sunhat with a matching bow around its center. Her 'face' is a featureless void of darkness, empty except for those two glowing lights that serve as her eyes.*
"Ah, a hunt. Intriguing. Who are you pursuing?" She becomes fully visible.
*ooo. That's so cool!*
He pulls out a small leather bound book and shows her a picture of Zen with his mask on and one without his mask on. "This guy."
*Thank you!*
She crouches down slightly to get a better look at the picture. "Hmm... I think I might have seen them before. No idea where they are now, though. Sorry."
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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)
Dyn walks up to them. "Sorry to bother but I have a question for you."
"Fire away, stranger." He replies without turning around.
He pulls out a small leather bound book and opens it to show a drawing of a man with light brown hair and grey eyes. "Just curious if you've seen this man anywhere. Or if you've seen someone with a black mask with a red handprint on it?"
"Sorry, sir, but I've been here the best part of a day. I haven't seen your man." The dragonborn replies apologetically. "My name's Tearthorn, by the way."
"Dyn." he says, extending a gloved hand.
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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.
"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."
He quickly steadies his steps "I don't think the Anbu care as much as you do." He says, turning to them, "I assume you're here to kill someone then?"
"Yep. Zen Farfield. Wanted for accounts of burglary and manslaughter." he says, sheathing his sword
He puts away his own small katana, which he unsheathed while Dyn was focusing on his other hand "It seems you wouldn't need my help, though I would with nothing better to do."
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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.'
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."
*Traitor stands at 8 feet tall and has spindly long arms and legs. She is clad in bronze armor that makes little noise as she moves, with a black ribbon bow on each pauldron and foot-long metal claws with a hook on the ends on her hands. She has long black hair that extends down to her midsection (which, especially given her height, is quite long), and wears a large black sunhat with a matching bow around its center. Her 'face' is a featureless void of darkness, empty except for those two glowing lights that serve as her eyes.*
"Ah, a hunt. Intriguing. Who are you pursuing?" She becomes fully visible.
*ooo. That's so cool!*
He pulls out a small leather bound book and shows her a picture of Zen with his mask on and one without his mask on. "This guy."
*Thank you!*
She crouches down slightly to get a better look at the picture. "Hmm... I think I might have seen them before. No idea where they are now, though. Sorry."
Dyn curses, running a gloved hand over the ashes. "He really couldn't have gotten far."
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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.
"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."
He quickly steadies his steps "I don't think the Anbu care as much as you do." He says, turning to them, "I assume you're here to kill someone then?"
"Yep. Zen Farfield. Wanted for accounts of burglary and manslaughter." he says, sheathing his sword
He puts away his own small katana, which he unsheathed while Dyn was focusing on his other hand "It seems you wouldn't need my help, though I would with nothing better to do."
"I'd love help. He's been alluding me this whole time." he grumbles. "also you speak as if you know the Anbu."
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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.
Dyn walks up to them. "Sorry to bother but I have a question for you."
"Fire away, stranger." He replies without turning around.
He pulls out a small leather bound book and opens it to show a drawing of a man with light brown hair and grey eyes. "Just curious if you've seen this man anywhere. Or if you've seen someone with a black mask with a red handprint on it?"
"Sorry, sir, but I've been here the best part of a day. I haven't seen your man." The dragonborn replies apologetically. "My name's Tearthorn, by the way."
"Dyn." he says, extending a gloved hand.
Tearthorn shakes it. "A pleasure, Dyn. What is your business?"
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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%.
Dyn walks up to them. "Sorry to bother but I have a question for you."
"Fire away, stranger." He replies without turning around.
He pulls out a small leather bound book and opens it to show a drawing of a man with light brown hair and grey eyes. "Just curious if you've seen this man anywhere. Or if you've seen someone with a black mask with a red handprint on it?"
"Sorry, sir, but I've been here the best part of a day. I haven't seen your man." The dragonborn replies apologetically. "My name's Tearthorn, by the way."
"Dyn." he says, extending a gloved hand.
Tearthorn shakes it. "A pleasure, Dyn. What is your business?"
"Killing or capturing that man. Probably gonna end up killing him. he's too much of a liability to keep alive."
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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.
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*okay buddy. You know if you need to talk shoot me a dm okay?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*gtg for a while! Bye!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Fire away, stranger." He replies without turning around.
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.
*I know. Just mental [GP] is all.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Traitor stands at 8 feet tall and has spindly long arms and legs. She is clad in bronze armor that makes little noise as she moves, with a black ribbon bow on each pauldron and foot-long metal claws with a hook on the ends on her hands. She has long black hair that extends down to her midsection (which, especially given her height, is quite long), and wears a large black sunhat with a matching bow around its center. Her 'face' is a featureless void of darkness, empty except for those two glowing lights that serve as her eyes.*
"Ah, a hunt. Intriguing. Who are you pursuing?" She becomes fully visible.
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)
He pulls out a small leather bound book and opens it to show a drawing of a man with light brown hair and grey eyes. "Just curious iff you've seen this man anywhere. Or if you've seen someone with a black mask with a red handprint on it?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*You can talk to us you know*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
*ooo. That's so cool!*
He pulls out a small leather bound book and shows her a picture of Zen with his mask on and one without his mask on. "This guy."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He quickly steadies his steps "I don't think the Anbu care as much as you do." He says, turning to them, "I assume you're here to kill someone then?"
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.)
*NO BAALZE, DON'T LEAVE ME!!!*
She reaches into her pouch, pulling out some rare seasoning only found in the Gnarly Desert, mainly spices, holding them out "Well hello sweetheart, you may want to use these if you want anythin' spicy." Her voice is very Southern and equally kind.
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.)
"Sorry, sir, but I've been here the best part of a day. I haven't seen your man." The dragonborn replies apologetically. "My name's Tearthorn, by the way."
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.
"Yep. Zen Farfield. Wanted for accounts of burglary and manslaughter." he says, sheathing his sword
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Thank you!*
She crouches down slightly to get a better look at the picture. "Hmm... I think I might have seen them before. No idea where they are now, though. Sorry."
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)
"Dyn." he says, extending a gloved hand.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He puts away his own small katana, which he unsheathed while Dyn was focusing on his other hand "It seems you wouldn't need my help, though I would with nothing better to do."
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.)
Dyn curses, running a gloved hand over the ashes. "He really couldn't have gotten far."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I'd love help. He's been alluding me this whole time." he grumbles. "also you speak as if you know the Anbu."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Tearthorn shakes it. "A pleasure, Dyn. What is your business?"
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.
*Cut for Traitor and Dyn*
"There's only so much distance a person can travel in one day. Have you checked the Lord's Rest Inn?"
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)
"Killing or capturing that man. Probably gonna end up killing him. he's too much of a liability to keep alive."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.