*Hello Friends. I am in the mood to cause mass chaos*
Xan is inside, drinking coffee. "How in the bloody hells do people drink this?" he said to the cup "Your very bland" In his hand suddenly appears chili flakes as he sprinkles them in.
Adder is outside. He is cleaning blood off himself and humming "Rasputin" to himself. His shirt, a specialized metal vest, layers of bandages, and his prosthetic arm sat beside him on a tree stump.
Cold is training against Cold-light walkers to hone his skill. He was dressed in Mercenary-like clothes (bound metal plates, treated-leathers, etc) with his signature white mask over his face. He had on metal gauntlets with sharp blades that could retract in an out.
*Casually replys to all of these*
The chimera watches him do this, confused on why he's talking to a cup
Azazel spots him and teleports over, "Adder! What happened, did you kill someone?" he asks
Aovin watches Cold from the trees, currently invisible
Iralias is sitting in his usual spot, a chair pulled close to his as though waiting for someone. Two plates of eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns sit in front of him.
Phantom sits on a boulder on the edge of the lake, simply watching the waters below him.
Aricyra is back inside, seeming a bit calmer now, and eating some breakfast.
Ella appears behind him and chuckles "well well well!"
A dirty, hand-painted clockwork kobold, painted and dressed in faded reds and whites, strides into the inn. They seem to radiate a tangible aura of excitement.
A simple-looking clockwork man, with the same colors and stylings as the kobold, shuffles in behind them. They do not radiate a tangible aura of excitement.
*Can't go a single day without making a new character, can I?*
Xan is inside, drinking coffee. "How in the bloody hells do people drink this?" he said to the cup "Your very bland" In his hand suddenly appears chili flakes as he sprinkles them in.
Adder is outside. He is cleaning blood off himself and humming "Rasputin" to himself. His shirt, a specialized metal vest, layers of bandages, and his prosthetic arm sat beside him on a tree stump.
*Description?*
The little automaton walks up to him, with the sad clown construct following behind.
The kobold pulls out a rag and pours something on it. They then offer it to Adder.
"It's antibiotics. It works as both a medicine and disinfectant. I had to learn the hard way that blood-borne diseases are a bad deal."
*Adder is a special type of Tiefling called a Cratch. Cratch's don't follow the rules of exhaustion like normal D&D races. They don't need food or water for more then 15 days and can go without sleep for 10.*
"Im fine" he said and chuckled "besides, not all of it's mine"
"I thought so." They look at the prosthetic arm. "I can tune that up if you like."
"No thanks mate" he said "I already got somebody who can do that for me"
They seem a little dissapointed. Then they perk up. "Wanna see a trick?"
"Sure?" he says and tilts his head
The sad clown pulls out a wind-up key made of metal and bone and inserts it into the kobold's back, and turns it a couple of times before pulling it out. Caliope music begins playing from the kobold as they conjure three, small, flaming skulls and begin juggling them.
After juggling them for a little while, they toss the skulls up into the air, causing them to explode into fireworks. Wait, since when was it nighttime? As adder looks around, he sees that he is in a carnival on a foggy night. The kobold is nowhere to be seen, and Adder can't see further than 120 feet.
At the very edge of his vision, is a tall, tophatted silhouette with glowing red pinpricks for eyes.
Adder narrows his eyes and turns his head towards the Silhouette
The figure walks forward into the light. Religion, History, or Arcana check, please.
*History: 16 *
Adder knows him. Almost everyone who has been an adventurer for more than a day knows him: Lord Koszmar, the Hero Slayer.
The death knight had disappeared decades ago, and only brief sightings of him had been reported since then. They say he is always looking for more heroic, strong souls to add to his collection.
He is supposed to be a myth. Something to scare children away from becoming adventurers. Now here he is, in the metaphorical flesh.
*Hello Friends. I am in the mood to cause mass chaos*
Xan is inside, drinking coffee. "How in the bloody hells do people drink this?" he said to the cup "Your very bland" In his hand suddenly appears chili flakes as he sprinkles them in.
Adder is outside. He is cleaning blood off himself and humming "Rasputin" to himself. His shirt, a specialized metal vest, layers of bandages, and his prosthetic arm sat beside him on a tree stump.
Cold is training against Cold-light walkers to hone his skill. He was dressed in Mercenary-like clothes (bound metal plates, treated-leathers, etc) with his signature white mask over his face. He had on metal gauntlets with sharp blades that could retract in an out.
*Casually replys to all of these*
The chimera watches him do this, confused on why he's talking to a cup
Azazel spots him and teleports over, "Adder! What happened, did you kill someone?" he asks
Aovin watches Cold from the trees, currently invisible
"I can feel your eyes weirdo" Xan says and chuckles.
Adder bites his lips for a minute, wanting to come up with a half-baked lie but tells the truth "maybeeee"
Cold is tearing a cold-light walker apart at the moment.
Iralias is sitting in his usual spot, a chair pulled close to his as though waiting for someone. Two plates of eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns sit in front of him.
Phantom sits on a boulder on the edge of the lake, simply watching the waters below him.
Aricyra is back inside, seeming a bit calmer now, and eating some breakfast.
Ella appears behind him and chuckles "well well well!"
Orchid glides down out of the rafters and lands on her shoulder, purring. Iralias chuckles. "Good morning, my dear. Care to join me for some breakfast?" He says with a smile, tilting his head back to look at her.
Iralias is sitting in his usual spot, a chair pulled close to his as though waiting for someone. Two plates of eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns sit in front of him.
Phantom sits on a boulder on the edge of the lake, simply watching the waters below him.
Aricyra is back inside, seeming a bit calmer now, and eating some breakfast.
Ella appears behind him and chuckles "well well well!"
Orchid glides down out of the rafters and lands on her shoulder, purring. Iralias chuckles. "Good morning, my dear. Care to join me for some breakfast?" He says with a smile, tilting his head back to look at her.
Iralias is sitting in his usual spot, a chair pulled close to his as though waiting for someone. Two plates of eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns sit in front of him.
Phantom sits on a boulder on the edge of the lake, simply watching the waters below him.
Aricyra is back inside, seeming a bit calmer now, and eating some breakfast.
Ella appears behind him and chuckles "well well well!"
Orchid glides down out of the rafters and lands on her shoulder, purring. Iralias chuckles. "Good morning, my dear. Care to join me for some breakfast?" He says with a smile, tilting his head back to look at her.
"Of course" she said and chuckled
He beams, and gestures to the chair next to him. "Then have a seat, Ella." He says with a warm smile.
*Hello Friends. I am in the mood to cause mass chaos*
Xan is inside, drinking coffee. "How in the bloody hells do people drink this?" he said to the cup "Your very bland" In his hand suddenly appears chili flakes as he sprinkles them in.
Adder is outside. He is cleaning blood off himself and humming "Rasputin" to himself. His shirt, a specialized metal vest, layers of bandages, and his prosthetic arm sat beside him on a tree stump.
Cold is training against Cold-light walkers to hone his skill. He was dressed in Mercenary-like clothes (bound metal plates, treated-leathers, etc) with his signature white mask over his face. He had on metal gauntlets with sharp blades that could retract in an out.
*Casually replys to all of these*
The chimera watches him do this, confused on why he's talking to a cup
Azazel spots him and teleports over, "Adder! What happened, did you kill someone?" he asks
Aovin watches Cold from the trees, currently invisible
"I can feel your eyes weirdo" Xan says and chuckles.
Adder bites his lips for a minute, wanting to come up with a half-baked lie but tells the truth "maybeeee"
Cold is tearing a cold-light walker apart at the moment.
"I would prefer you didn't touch my eyes," they reply
"Alright, wheres the body." he asks, arms crossed
Aovin hops down from the tree, rolling forward slightly as he hits the ground. He then considers pranks he could play while invisible
A dirty, hand-painted clockwork kobold, painted and dressed in faded reds and whites, strides into the inn. They seem to radiate a tangible aura of excitement.
A simple-looking clockwork man, with the same colors and stylings as the kobold, shuffles in behind them. They do not radiate a tangible aura of excitement.
*Can't go a single day without making a new character, can I?*
Xan is inside, drinking coffee. "How in the bloody hells do people drink this?" he said to the cup "Your very bland" In his hand suddenly appears chili flakes as he sprinkles them in.
Adder is outside. He is cleaning blood off himself and humming "Rasputin" to himself. His shirt, a specialized metal vest, layers of bandages, and his prosthetic arm sat beside him on a tree stump.
*Description?*
The little automaton walks up to him, with the sad clown construct following behind.
The kobold pulls out a rag and pours something on it. They then offer it to Adder.
"It's antibiotics. It works as both a medicine and disinfectant. I had to learn the hard way that blood-borne diseases are a bad deal."
*Adder is a special type of Tiefling called a Cratch. Cratch's don't follow the rules of exhaustion like normal D&D races. They don't need food or water for more then 15 days and can go without sleep for 10.*
"Im fine" he said and chuckled "besides, not all of it's mine"
"I thought so." They look at the prosthetic arm. "I can tune that up if you like."
"No thanks mate" he said "I already got somebody who can do that for me"
They seem a little dissapointed. Then they perk up. "Wanna see a trick?"
"Sure?" he says and tilts his head
The sad clown pulls out a wind-up key made of metal and bone and inserts it into the kobold's back, and turns it a couple of times before pulling it out. Caliope music begins playing from the kobold as they conjure three, small, flaming skulls and begin juggling them.
After juggling them for a little while, they toss the skulls up into the air, causing them to explode into fireworks. Wait, since when was it nighttime? As adder looks around, he sees that he is in a carnival on a foggy night. The kobold is nowhere to be seen, and Adder can't see further than 120 feet.
At the very edge of his vision, is a tall, tophatted silhouette with glowing red pinpricks for eyes.
Adder narrows his eyes and turns his head towards the Silhouette
The figure walks forward into the light. Religion, History, or Arcana check, please.
*History: 16 *
Adder knows him. Almost everyone who has been an adventurer for more than a day knows him: Lord Koszmar, the Hero Slayer.
The death knight had disappeared decades ago, and only brief sightings of him had been reported since then. They say he is always looking for more heroic, strong souls to add to his collection.
He is supposed to be a myth. Something to scare children away from becoming adventurers. Now here he is, in the metaphorical flesh.
Adder raises and eyebrow "What the?"
Lord Koszmar unsheathes his equally legendary sword, the Screamdrinker, so named because of what it was forged from: the dying screams of the mightiest heroes.
He moves toward Adder in almost dance-like motions, his piercing eyes never leaving the tiefling.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Iralias is sitting in his usual spot, a chair pulled close to his as though waiting for someone. Two plates of eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns sit in front of him.
Phantom sits on a boulder on the edge of the lake, simply watching the waters below him.
Aricyra is back inside, seeming a bit calmer now, and eating some breakfast.
Ella appears behind him and chuckles "well well well!"
Orchid glides down out of the rafters and lands on her shoulder, purring. Iralias chuckles. "Good morning, my dear. Care to join me for some breakfast?" He says with a smile, tilting his head back to look at her.
"Of course" she said and chuckled
He beams, and gestures to the chair next to him. "Then have a seat, Ella." He says with a warm smile.
Ella sits on his lap and chuckles "I will sit here"
*Hello Friends. I am in the mood to cause mass chaos*
Xan is inside, drinking coffee. "How in the bloody hells do people drink this?" he said to the cup "Your very bland" In his hand suddenly appears chili flakes as he sprinkles them in.
Adder is outside. He is cleaning blood off himself and humming "Rasputin" to himself. His shirt, a specialized metal vest, layers of bandages, and his prosthetic arm sat beside him on a tree stump.
Cold is training against Cold-light walkers to hone his skill. He was dressed in Mercenary-like clothes (bound metal plates, treated-leathers, etc) with his signature white mask over his face. He had on metal gauntlets with sharp blades that could retract in an out.
*Casually replys to all of these*
The chimera watches him do this, confused on why he's talking to a cup
Azazel spots him and teleports over, "Adder! What happened, did you kill someone?" he asks
Aovin watches Cold from the trees, currently invisible
"I can feel your eyes weirdo" Xan says and chuckles.
Adder bites his lips for a minute, wanting to come up with a half-baked lie but tells the truth "maybeeee"
Cold is tearing a cold-light walker apart at the moment.
"I would prefer you didn't touch my eyes," they reply
"Alright, wheres the body." he asks, arms crossed
Aovin hops down from the tree, rolling forward slightly as he hits the ground. He then considers pranks he could play while invisible
"Its an expression" He said and stood up, walking over to the Chimera. (His current form is my Profile Picture)
Iralias is sitting in his usual spot, a chair pulled close to his as though waiting for someone. Two plates of eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns sit in front of him.
Phantom sits on a boulder on the edge of the lake, simply watching the waters below him.
Aricyra is back inside, seeming a bit calmer now, and eating some breakfast.
Ella appears behind him and chuckles "well well well!"
Orchid glides down out of the rafters and lands on her shoulder, purring. Iralias chuckles. "Good morning, my dear. Care to join me for some breakfast?" He says with a smile, tilting his head back to look at her.
"Of course" she said and chuckled
He beams, and gestures to the chair next to him. "Then have a seat, Ella." He says with a warm smile.
Ella sits on his lap and chuckles "I will sit here"
He chuckles, and kisses her gently. "You'll get no argument from me, dear."
A dirty, hand-painted clockwork kobold, painted and dressed in faded reds and whites, strides into the inn. They seem to radiate a tangible aura of excitement.
A simple-looking clockwork man, with the same colors and stylings as the kobold, shuffles in behind them. They do not radiate a tangible aura of excitement.
*Can't go a single day without making a new character, can I?*
Xan is inside, drinking coffee. "How in the bloody hells do people drink this?" he said to the cup "Your very bland" In his hand suddenly appears chili flakes as he sprinkles them in.
Adder is outside. He is cleaning blood off himself and humming "Rasputin" to himself. His shirt, a specialized metal vest, layers of bandages, and his prosthetic arm sat beside him on a tree stump.
*Description?*
The little automaton walks up to him, with the sad clown construct following behind.
The kobold pulls out a rag and pours something on it. They then offer it to Adder.
"It's antibiotics. It works as both a medicine and disinfectant. I had to learn the hard way that blood-borne diseases are a bad deal."
*Adder is a special type of Tiefling called a Cratch. Cratch's don't follow the rules of exhaustion like normal D&D races. They don't need food or water for more then 15 days and can go without sleep for 10.*
"Im fine" he said and chuckled "besides, not all of it's mine"
"I thought so." They look at the prosthetic arm. "I can tune that up if you like."
"No thanks mate" he said "I already got somebody who can do that for me"
They seem a little dissapointed. Then they perk up. "Wanna see a trick?"
"Sure?" he says and tilts his head
The sad clown pulls out a wind-up key made of metal and bone and inserts it into the kobold's back, and turns it a couple of times before pulling it out. Caliope music begins playing from the kobold as they conjure three, small, flaming skulls and begin juggling them.
After juggling them for a little while, they toss the skulls up into the air, causing them to explode into fireworks. Wait, since when was it nighttime? As adder looks around, he sees that he is in a carnival on a foggy night. The kobold is nowhere to be seen, and Adder can't see further than 120 feet.
At the very edge of his vision, is a tall, tophatted silhouette with glowing red pinpricks for eyes.
Adder narrows his eyes and turns his head towards the Silhouette
The figure walks forward into the light. Religion, History, or Arcana check, please.
*History: 16 *
Adder knows him. Almost everyone who has been an adventurer for more than a day knows him: Lord Koszmar, the Hero Slayer.
The death knight had disappeared decades ago, and only brief sightings of him had been reported since then. They say he is always looking for more heroic, strong souls to add to his collection.
He is supposed to be a myth. Something to scare children away from becoming adventurers. Now here he is, in the metaphorical flesh.
Adder raises and eyebrow "What the?"
Lord Koszmar unsheathes his equally legendary sword, the Screamdrinker, so named because of what it was forged from: the dying screams of the mightiest heroes.
He moves toward Adder in almost dance-like motions, his piercing eyes never leaving the tiefling.
*Don't worry, it's all gonna be fine.*
Adder narrows his eyes "what in the bloody hells do you want? Am i drunk again?"
*Hello Friends. I am in the mood to cause mass chaos*
Xan is inside, drinking coffee. "How in the bloody hells do people drink this?" he said to the cup "Your very bland" In his hand suddenly appears chili flakes as he sprinkles them in.
Adder is outside. He is cleaning blood off himself and humming "Rasputin" to himself. His shirt, a specialized metal vest, layers of bandages, and his prosthetic arm sat beside him on a tree stump.
Cold is training against Cold-light walkers to hone his skill. He was dressed in Mercenary-like clothes (bound metal plates, treated-leathers, etc) with his signature white mask over his face. He had on metal gauntlets with sharp blades that could retract in an out.
*Casually replys to all of these*
The chimera watches him do this, confused on why he's talking to a cup
Azazel spots him and teleports over, "Adder! What happened, did you kill someone?" he asks
Aovin watches Cold from the trees, currently invisible
"I can feel your eyes weirdo" Xan says and chuckles.
Adder bites his lips for a minute, wanting to come up with a half-baked lie but tells the truth "maybeeee"
Cold is tearing a cold-light walker apart at the moment.
"I would prefer you didn't touch my eyes," they reply
"Alright, wheres the body." he asks, arms crossed
Aovin hops down from the tree, rolling forward slightly as he hits the ground. He then considers pranks he could play while invisible
"Its an expression" He said and stood up, walking over to the Chimera. (His current form is my Profile Picture)
"I didnt kill-kill him plus it isnt here!"
Cold ears twitch as he looks around and grumbles.
"You keep changing appearance, but you have the same trail."
"I see, that makes it better," He says sarcastiacally as he sits down next to him
*Hello Friends. I am in the mood to cause mass chaos*
Xan is inside, drinking coffee. "How in the bloody hells do people drink this?" he said to the cup "Your very bland" In his hand suddenly appears chili flakes as he sprinkles them in.
Adder is outside. He is cleaning blood off himself and humming "Rasputin" to himself. His shirt, a specialized metal vest, layers of bandages, and his prosthetic arm sat beside him on a tree stump.
Cold is training against Cold-light walkers to hone his skill. He was dressed in Mercenary-like clothes (bound metal plates, treated-leathers, etc) with his signature white mask over his face. He had on metal gauntlets with sharp blades that could retract in an out.
*Casually replys to all of these*
The chimera watches him do this, confused on why he's talking to a cup
Azazel spots him and teleports over, "Adder! What happened, did you kill someone?" he asks
Aovin watches Cold from the trees, currently invisible
"I can feel your eyes weirdo" Xan says and chuckles.
Adder bites his lips for a minute, wanting to come up with a half-baked lie but tells the truth "maybeeee"
Cold is tearing a cold-light walker apart at the moment.
"I would prefer you didn't touch my eyes," they reply
"Alright, wheres the body." he asks, arms crossed
Aovin hops down from the tree, rolling forward slightly as he hits the ground. He then considers pranks he could play while invisible
"Its an expression" He said and stood up, walking over to the Chimera. (His current form is my Profile Picture)
"I didnt kill-kill him plus it isnt here!"
Cold ears twitch as he looks around and grumbles.
"You keep changing appearance, but you have the same trail."
"I see, that makes it better," He says sarcastiacally as he sits down next to him
Aovin suddenly tackles him
"Its how i am" He said and chuckled.
"Its nothing" he said and attached his prosthetic arm back onto its stump. He picked up his shirt and put that one on as well.
Cold grimaces and spins around, his metal gauntlet unsheathing a blade
A dirty, hand-painted clockwork kobold, painted and dressed in faded reds and whites, strides into the inn. They seem to radiate a tangible aura of excitement.
A simple-looking clockwork man, with the same colors and stylings as the kobold, shuffles in behind them. They do not radiate a tangible aura of excitement.
*Can't go a single day without making a new character, can I?*
Xan is inside, drinking coffee. "How in the bloody hells do people drink this?" he said to the cup "Your very bland" In his hand suddenly appears chili flakes as he sprinkles them in.
Adder is outside. He is cleaning blood off himself and humming "Rasputin" to himself. His shirt, a specialized metal vest, layers of bandages, and his prosthetic arm sat beside him on a tree stump.
*Description?*
The little automaton walks up to him, with the sad clown construct following behind.
The kobold pulls out a rag and pours something on it. They then offer it to Adder.
"It's antibiotics. It works as both a medicine and disinfectant. I had to learn the hard way that blood-borne diseases are a bad deal."
*Adder is a special type of Tiefling called a Cratch. Cratch's don't follow the rules of exhaustion like normal D&D races. They don't need food or water for more then 15 days and can go without sleep for 10.*
"Im fine" he said and chuckled "besides, not all of it's mine"
"I thought so." They look at the prosthetic arm. "I can tune that up if you like."
"No thanks mate" he said "I already got somebody who can do that for me"
They seem a little dissapointed. Then they perk up. "Wanna see a trick?"
"Sure?" he says and tilts his head
The sad clown pulls out a wind-up key made of metal and bone and inserts it into the kobold's back, and turns it a couple of times before pulling it out. Caliope music begins playing from the kobold as they conjure three, small, flaming skulls and begin juggling them.
After juggling them for a little while, they toss the skulls up into the air, causing them to explode into fireworks. Wait, since when was it nighttime? As adder looks around, he sees that he is in a carnival on a foggy night. The kobold is nowhere to be seen, and Adder can't see further than 120 feet.
At the very edge of his vision, is a tall, tophatted silhouette with glowing red pinpricks for eyes.
Adder narrows his eyes and turns his head towards the Silhouette
The figure walks forward into the light. Religion, History, or Arcana check, please.
*History: 16 *
Adder knows him. Almost everyone who has been an adventurer for more than a day knows him: Lord Koszmar, the Hero Slayer.
The death knight had disappeared decades ago, and only brief sightings of him had been reported since then. They say he is always looking for more heroic, strong souls to add to his collection.
He is supposed to be a myth. Something to scare children away from becoming adventurers. Now here he is, in the metaphorical flesh.
Adder raises and eyebrow "What the?"
Lord Koszmar unsheathes his equally legendary sword, the Screamdrinker, so named because of what it was forged from: the dying screams of the mightiest heroes.
He moves toward Adder in almost dance-like motions, his piercing eyes never leaving the tiefling.
*Don't worry, it's all gonna be fine.*
Adder narrows his eyes "what in the bloody hells do you want? Am i drunk again?"
The figure lunges an impossible distance, swinging the blade right toward Adder's face. Everything goes black. "I'm coming."
Adder is back near the inn. The kobold and the clown are picking up bone shards off of the ground. The kobold stops and rushes up the Adder "Did you like the trick? You kinda spaced out for a minute there. Was that a good thing?"
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*Casually replys to all of these*
The chimera watches him do this, confused on why he's talking to a cup
Azazel spots him and teleports over, "Adder! What happened, did you kill someone?" he asks
Aovin watches Cold from the trees, currently invisible
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Howdy, i just got on!*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Brand has Passive preception of 22
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
Ella appears behind him and chuckles "well well well!"
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
Adder raises and eyebrow "What the?"
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
"I can feel your eyes weirdo" Xan says and chuckles.
Adder bites his lips for a minute, wanting to come up with a half-baked lie but tells the truth "maybeeee"
Cold is tearing a cold-light walker apart at the moment.
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
Orchid glides down out of the rafters and lands on her shoulder, purring. Iralias chuckles. "Good morning, my dear. Care to join me for some breakfast?" He says with a smile, tilting his head back to look at her.
"Of course" she said and chuckled
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
He beams, and gestures to the chair next to him. "Then have a seat, Ella." He says with a warm smile.
"I would prefer you didn't touch my eyes," they reply
"Alright, wheres the body." he asks, arms crossed
Aovin hops down from the tree, rolling forward slightly as he hits the ground. He then considers pranks he could play while invisible
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
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Lord Koszmar unsheathes his equally legendary sword, the Screamdrinker, so named because of what it was forged from: the dying screams of the mightiest heroes.
He moves toward Adder in almost dance-like motions, his piercing eyes never leaving the tiefling.
*Don't worry, it's all gonna be fine.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Jesus*
A two pinecones are nested on a tree about 1000 feet away.
"I'll get the right, you'll get the left, okay?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Ella sits on his lap and chuckles "I will sit here"
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
"Its an expression" He said and stood up, walking over to the Chimera. (His current form is my Profile Picture)
"I didnt kill-kill him plus it isnt here!"
Cold ears twitch as he looks around and grumbles.
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
He chuckles, and kisses her gently. "You'll get no argument from me, dear."
Adder narrows his eyes "what in the bloody hells do you want? Am i drunk again?"
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
"You keep changing appearance, but you have the same trail."
"I see, that makes it better," He says sarcastiacally as he sits down next to him
Aovin suddenly tackles him
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Deal" he said and pulled out his pistol (+2) with a grin. Hit: 14
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
"Its how i am" He said and chuckled.
"Its nothing" he said and attached his prosthetic arm back onto its stump. He picked up his shirt and put that one on as well.
Cold grimaces and spins around, his metal gauntlet unsheathing a blade
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
The figure lunges an impossible distance, swinging the blade right toward Adder's face. Everything goes black. "I'm coming."
Adder is back near the inn. The kobold and the clown are picking up bone shards off of the ground. The kobold stops and rushes up the Adder "Did you like the trick? You kinda spaced out for a minute there. Was that a good thing?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels