“Yeah yeah yeah except we kind of do if it’s an additional charge. I hadn’t been notified, but then again I’m pretty out of the loop.”
“Try it. Unless you have 900 years to spare, you can’t do worse than what I’ve already suffered.”
"... No one can prove that I did accidental terrorism. Someone should probably be in charge of notifying you of these things, maybe get a secretary, or just someone to follow me around."
She laughs, a terrible sound that chills most of the core "We've got all the time we'll ever need. I don't think you've introduced yerself, ain't that rude."
“I can follow you around myself.” They say. “Now tell me, in detail, about all of your crimes.”
Rio gets to his feet, the ground beneath him now smoking and blistering. “I’m Riotan. Ivory Serpent, Misery Eater, the Dark Devourer.”
He begins to explain his long and interesting tales as a pirate, and even the time before that, when he obtained the god soul during a heist of some heavenly treasures made by some of the gods. It would be a very entertaining story if not for the fact he's about to be killed for all these crimes.
The Greatsword they were leaning on turns to ash, which blows away in the wind, the Valentine's eyes shining with recognition "Oh we done heard o you!" Suddenly excited to meet them, holding out a very well made doodle of Riotan and a pen "Could ya sign this fer me?"
“Yeah yeah yeah except we kind of do if it’s an additional charge. I hadn’t been notified, but then again I’m pretty out of the loop.”
“Try it. Unless you have 900 years to spare, you can’t do worse than what I’ve already suffered.”
"... No one can prove that I did accidental terrorism. Someone should probably be in charge of notifying you of these things, maybe get a secretary, or just someone to follow me around."
She laughs, a terrible sound that chills most of the core "We've got all the time we'll ever need. I don't think you've introduced yerself, ain't that rude."
“I can follow you around myself.” They say. “Now tell me, in detail, about all of your crimes.”
Rio gets to his feet, the ground beneath him now smoking and blistering. “I’m Riotan. Ivory Serpent, Misery Eater, the Dark Devourer.”
He begins to explain his long and interesting tales as a pirate, and even the time before that, when he obtained the god soul during a heist of some heavenly treasures made by some of the gods. It would be a very entertaining story if not for the fact he's about to be killed for all these crimes.
The Greatsword they were leaning on turns to ash, which blows away in the wind, the Valentine's eyes shining with recognition "Oh we done heard o you!" Suddenly excited to meet them, holding out a very well made doodle of Riotan and a pen "Could ya sign this fer me?"
*i’m gonna need more detail than that chief*
“No. F[gp]k you.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
“Yeah yeah yeah except we kind of do if it’s an additional charge. I hadn’t been notified, but then again I’m pretty out of the loop.”
“Try it. Unless you have 900 years to spare, you can’t do worse than what I’ve already suffered.”
"... No one can prove that I did accidental terrorism. Someone should probably be in charge of notifying you of these things, maybe get a secretary, or just someone to follow me around."
She laughs, a terrible sound that chills most of the core "We've got all the time we'll ever need. I don't think you've introduced yerself, ain't that rude."
“I can follow you around myself.” They say. “Now tell me, in detail, about all of your crimes.”
Rio gets to his feet, the ground beneath him now smoking and blistering. “I’m Riotan. Ivory Serpent, Misery Eater, the Dark Devourer.”
He begins to explain his long and interesting tales as a pirate, and even the time before that, when he obtained the god soul during a heist of some heavenly treasures made by some of the gods. It would be a very entertaining story if not for the fact he's about to be killed for all these crimes.
The Greatsword they were leaning on turns to ash, which blows away in the wind, the Valentine's eyes shining with recognition "Oh we done heard o you!" Suddenly excited to meet them, holding out a very well made doodle of Riotan and a pen "Could ya sign this fer me?"
*i’m gonna need more detail than that chief*
“No. F[gp]k you.”
*Got you, my fault.*
Lots of Theft around the world, Murder that spans the nine Hells as well as most of the planet, an nearly unparalleled amount of Arson, and the heist of the Celestial realm. In which, he stole the soul of a minor god of Justice, he can assume based on the description it is the long dead, minor god Estarion (Again, bs I'm making up).
They sigh before saying "It was worth at least one shot." The pen and paper turn to ash as well.
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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. We are, infact, bringing back some imperial remnant.*
There is a roaring sound as 4 tie fighters escort a small transport ship to the ground near the old Imperial Facility. Stormtroopers in dirty, cracked armor file out and start to set up a perimeter, entering the factory and setting up sentries at the walls. The Tie-Fighters circle the base, keeping an eye out, swapping for shifts from the Star Destroyer above.
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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. We are, infact, bringing back some imperial remnant.*
There is a roaring sound as 4 tie fighters escort a small transport ship to the ground near the old Imperial Facility. Stormtroopers in dirty, cracked armor file out and start to set up a perimeter, entering the factory and setting up sentries at the walls. The Tie-Fighters circle the base, keeping an eye out, swapping for shifts from the Star Destroyer above.
*Yay the Star Wars bois are back. I almost missed them. Good mornin' Theren, good to see ya.*
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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.'
“Yeah yeah yeah except we kind of do if it’s an additional charge. I hadn’t been notified, but then again I’m pretty out of the loop.”
“Try it. Unless you have 900 years to spare, you can’t do worse than what I’ve already suffered.”
"... No one can prove that I did accidental terrorism. Someone should probably be in charge of notifying you of these things, maybe get a secretary, or just someone to follow me around."
She laughs, a terrible sound that chills most of the core "We've got all the time we'll ever need. I don't think you've introduced yerself, ain't that rude."
“I can follow you around myself.” They say. “Now tell me, in detail, about all of your crimes.”
Rio gets to his feet, the ground beneath him now smoking and blistering. “I’m Riotan. Ivory Serpent, Misery Eater, the Dark Devourer.”
He begins to explain his long and interesting tales as a pirate, and even the time before that, when he obtained the god soul during a heist of some heavenly treasures made by some of the gods. It would be a very entertaining story if not for the fact he's about to be killed for all these crimes.
The Greatsword they were leaning on turns to ash, which blows away in the wind, the Valentine's eyes shining with recognition "Oh we done heard o you!" Suddenly excited to meet them, holding out a very well made doodle of Riotan and a pen "Could ya sign this fer me?"
*i’m gonna need more detail than that chief*
“No. F[gp]k you.”
*Got you, my fault.*
Lots of Theft around the world, Murder that spans the nine Hells as well as most of the planet, an nearly unparalleled amount of Arson, and the heist of the Celestial realm. In which, he stole the soul of a minor god of Justice, he can assume based on the description it is the long dead, minor god Estarion (Again, bs I'm making up).
They sigh before saying "It was worth at least one shot." The pen and paper turn to ash as well.
Vitroze’s body language indicates immense shock. They fold their arms and think for a moment. “Okay. So, uh… I’d say about half of that doesn’t really matter in terms of this case, but the rest is quite severe. Did you have any personal justification for this? I can drum something up either way.”
“Yeah.” Rio shoots forward and attempts to bite off her head. Attack: 14 Damage: 76 psychic damage.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
The sound of… falling can be heard from a clearing in the forest, never getting quieter, only getting faster with time. At the clearing a single man in black bandage rags, with jet black hair, sharp features, and a mad look in his eyes, who seems to be falling infinitely through two portals, only a few feet from each other. Eventually the man reaches terminal velocity, cackling like an insane person, before both portals suddenly close while he’s merely a few inches from the ground. It goes how anyone would expect, skin and muscle torn to shreds, veins exploding blood everywhere, bone collapsing to leave nothing but dust, strangely enough, despite being the splatted, the pieces of the man seem to slowly come back together, forming the man once more.
*Nobody wants to interact with the immortal guy?*
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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. We are, infact, bringing back some imperial remnant.*
There is a roaring sound as 4 tie fighters escort a small transport ship to the ground near the old Imperial Facility. Stormtroopers in dirty, cracked armor file out and start to set up a perimeter, entering the factory and setting up sentries at the walls. The Tie-Fighters circle the base, keeping an eye out, swapping for shifts from the Star Destroyer above.
*yippee! Also do you think Nick could read Mauric’s note real quick?*
Loriche heads over to the site, curious and wary, carrying a whole bunch of weapons.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Good Morning. We are, infact, bringing back some imperial remnant.*
There is a roaring sound as 4 tie fighters escort a small transport ship to the ground near the old Imperial Facility. Stormtroopers in dirty, cracked armor file out and start to set up a perimeter, entering the factory and setting up sentries at the walls. The Tie-Fighters circle the base, keeping an eye out, swapping for shifts from the Star Destroyer above.
*Yay the Star Wars bois are back. I almost missed them. Good mornin' Theren, good to see ya.*
*Good to see you to. Also what do you mean almost missed them. I don't think you were here for that whole thing.*
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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. We are, infact, bringing back some imperial remnant.*
There is a roaring sound as 4 tie fighters escort a small transport ship to the ground near the old Imperial Facility. Stormtroopers in dirty, cracked armor file out and start to set up a perimeter, entering the factory and setting up sentries at the walls. The Tie-Fighters circle the base, keeping an eye out, swapping for shifts from the Star Destroyer above.
*yippee! Also do you think Nick could read Mauric’s note real quick?*
Loriche heads over to the site, curious and wary, carrying a whole bunch of weapons.
*Yeah sure. I didn't know he got one :(*
Two stormtroopers on the wall are talking to one another as a Tie-Fighter flies overhead, heading in her direction. *Stealth if you wanna be undetected*
Nick is shakily opening Mauric's note.
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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.
Vitroze’s body language indicates immense shock. They fold their arms and think for a moment. “Okay. So, uh… I’d say about half of that doesn’t really matter in terms of this case, but the rest is quite severe. Did you have any personal justification for this? I can drum something up either way.”
“Yeah.” Rio shoots forward and attempts to bite off her head. Attack: 28 Damage: 76 psychic damage.
He rubs his chin in thought, trying to think up anything they could use "You could plead insanity but that's not likely to help, I was neglected by both parents as a child which may have lead to a deep want for attention, which may be why. Other than that, absolutely not."
He digs deep into her neck, causing her to give a warbling screech of pain, She raises one hand, the sword forming there before she swings down before necrotic energy forms in her hand, trying to touch them "Cheatin' rat [gp]!" To hit:1021 Damage:2648 *If hit by the touch, they are blinded, deafened, and poisoned.*
*Good Morning. We are, infact, bringing back some imperial remnant.*
There is a roaring sound as 4 tie fighters escort a small transport ship to the ground near the old Imperial Facility. Stormtroopers in dirty, cracked armor file out and start to set up a perimeter, entering the factory and setting up sentries at the walls. The Tie-Fighters circle the base, keeping an eye out, swapping for shifts from the Star Destroyer above.
*Yay the Star Wars bois are back. I almost missed them. Good mornin' Theren, good to see ya.*
*Good to see you to. Also what do you mean almost missed them. I don't think you were here for that whole thing.*
*I wasn't there for the whole thing, I'm pretty sure I arrived near the end, but I liked what I got to experience.*
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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.'
*Feel free to cause drama, i will be doing the same at some point*
*Good morning, everyone!*
Traitor limps towards the Inn from out of the forest, severely wounded.
KK is drawing blueprints for a radio tower.
Coterie is reading in the corner of the 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)
*aight give me a second*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He begins to explain his long and interesting tales as a pirate, and even the time before that, when he obtained the god soul during a heist of some heavenly treasures made by some of the gods. It would be a very entertaining story if not for the fact he's about to be killed for all these crimes.
The Greatsword they were leaning on turns to ash, which blows away in the wind, the Valentine's eyes shining with recognition "Oh we done heard o you!" Suddenly excited to meet them, holding out a very well made doodle of Riotan and a pen "Could ya sign this fer me?"
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.)
*Morning Yvonne ^^* *How are ya doing?*
*I'm doing rather well today. And how art thou?*
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’m gonna need more detail than that chief*
“No. F[gp]k you.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*I'm doing good :D*
*Got you, my fault.*
Lots of Theft around the world, Murder that spans the nine Hells as well as most of the planet, an nearly unparalleled amount of Arson, and the heist of the Celestial realm. In which, he stole the soul of a minor god of Justice, he can assume based on the description it is the long dead, minor god Estarion (Again, bs I'm making up).
They sigh before saying "It was worth at least one shot." The pen and paper turn to ash as well.
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.)
*That's fantastic! :D*
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)
*Good Morning. We are, infact, bringing back some imperial remnant.*
There is a roaring sound as 4 tie fighters escort a small transport ship to the ground near the old Imperial Facility. Stormtroopers in dirty, cracked armor file out and start to set up a perimeter, entering the factory and setting up sentries at the walls. The Tie-Fighters circle the base, keeping an eye out, swapping for shifts from the Star Destroyer above.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Ye :DDD*
*Yay the Star Wars bois are back. I almost missed them. Good mornin' Theren, good to see ya.*
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.)
Vitroze’s body language indicates immense shock. They fold their arms and think for a moment. “Okay. So, uh… I’d say about half of that doesn’t really matter in terms of this case, but the rest is quite severe. Did you have any personal justification for this? I can drum something up either way.”
“Yeah.” Rio shoots forward and attempts to bite off her head. Attack: 14 Damage: 76 psychic damage.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Nobody wants to interact with the immortal guy?*
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.)
*yippee! Also do you think Nick could read Mauric’s note real quick?*
Loriche heads over to the site, curious and wary, carrying a whole bunch of weapons.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Good to see you to. Also what do you mean almost missed them. I don't think you were here for that whole thing.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Yeah sure. I didn't know he got one :(*
Two stormtroopers on the wall are talking to one another as a Tie-Fighter flies overhead, heading in her direction. *Stealth if you wanna be undetected*
Nick is shakily opening Mauric's note.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He rubs his chin in thought, trying to think up anything they could use "You could plead insanity but that's not likely to help, I was neglected by both parents as a child which may have lead to a deep want for attention, which may be why. Other than that, absolutely not."
He digs deep into her neck, causing her to give a warbling screech of pain, She raises one hand, the sword forming there before she swings down before necrotic energy forms in her hand, trying to touch them "Cheatin' rat [gp]!" To hit:10 21 Damage:26 48 *If hit by the touch, they are blinded, deafened, and poisoned.*
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.)
*I wasn't there for the whole thing, I'm pretty sure I arrived near the end, but I liked what I got to experience.*
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.)