Kharn is sat at a table in the corner, doing a great 'mysterious man an adventuring party meets in a tavern/Aragorn before Frodo knew he was Aragorn' act.
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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%.
René Du Bois was born into the esteemed House of Shadows, the first son among seven children of Sarah and Richard Du Bois. The House of Shadows, one of the four prominent houses that constituted the Home of Shields, was renowned for its expertise in stealth and secrecy. Members of this house often found themselves in the service of the king, functioning as spies or informants, gathering intelligence on rival kingdoms to bolster their own’s power and influence.
Within the realm of the Home of Shields, the other houses played crucial roles: The House of Cards, known for producing exceptionally powerful magic users; The House of Blades, a prestigious lineage of formidable guards; and The House of Hands, a less revered house primarily supplying workers for labor-intensive roles in the fields.
From a young age, René was burdened with high expectations as the firstborn. His parents had hopes that he would become the kingdom’s finest spy—an honor that came with immense pressure. The age-old rumor whispered among nobles was that the firstborn was the "golden child" destined for greatness. This daunting expectation loomed over René like a shadow, instilling in him a constant fear of failure that gnawed at his psyche more than the prospect of losing his life in a dangerous mission.
During his teenage years, René forged a bond with Oar, the firstborn son of the House of Blades. Their connection flourished amidst the stone walls of the castle, where they would escape their responsibilities, laughing and exploring the grounds freely. Oar, with his warrior’s spirit, taught René the art of wielding a blade, imparting lessons on both offense and defense. In exchange, René shared the delicate skills of stealth, guiding Oar on how to slip away unnoticed.
However, as they transitioned into adulthood, the reality of their fates settled heavily upon them. The kingdom expected them to relinquish their childhood enjoyments. Oar pledged his life to knighthood, while René stepped into the shadowy world of espionage. The two friends parted ways with a heavy heart, their paths diverging into duty and expectation.
Not long after their separation, the kingdom was plunged into turmoil as war erupted between rival territories. Oar, true to his new title, was dispatched into battle, bravely defending the realm. Tragically, he died in combat, a casualty of the very war that had taken him from his innocent boyhood. News of Oar's demise sent René spiraling into a profound despair, the weight of loss pressing upon him like a suffocating cloak.
As time passed, the seasons changed, and René evolved from a grieving boy into a formidable and infamous spy, feared and respected in equal measure. Yet, he grew cold, distancing himself emotionally from others, unwilling to risk the pain of loss again. His heart had become a fortress, fortified by the memory of his dear friend’s death.
In the midst of his solitary existence, fate introduced him to Basil, a man born into the House of Hands. Basil’s role typically placed him in the background of the kingdom’s hierarchy, but his frequent visits to deliver provisions—grains, fruits, vegetables, and meats—brought him into René's orbit. Despite the metaphorical shields René had erected, his innate curiosity as a spy compelled him to learn more about this man.
Their interactions began as mere snippets of conversation, but over time, a true friendship blossomed between them. René discovered that Basil, like him, was a firstborn, expected to manage the kingdom's fields and agriculture. The tremendous pressure was a heavy burden for Basil, one that stifled his spirit and self-worth, echoing René’s own struggles. As they shared their burdens and small victories, the seasons turned, deepening their bond.
In their kingdom, tradition mandated early marriages and the urgency to produce heirs. Despite never having experienced love, René found himself captivated by Basil. In the depths of their shared conversations and shared glances, he dared to nurture feelings that he had thought long buried. However, the harsh reality struck him when he learned that Basil was already married, leaving René heartbroken and despondent.
Their friendship, once a source of solace, gradually slipped away as René buried himself in work, hoping to overshadow his emotions. One day, René received a mission from the king: he was to escort the prince to a neighboring kingdom for an arranged marriage to its princess. Eager to focus on the task and escape his heartache, René accepted without hesitation.
As they traveled through the dense woods, navigating the path that twisted like a serpent, René became separated from the prince’s carriage. He followed the deep impressions of the wheels in the dirt, but instead of safety, he stumbled upon a horrifying sight. A clearing revealed a scene of chaos: the prince and several guards lay lifeless, victims of a robbery gone tragically wrong.
Frozen in shock, the reality of the aftermath took hold of him. Lives had been snuffed out on his watch, a direct consequence of his distraction and unpreparedness. Panic surged through him, and he fled the scene, an overwhelming fear paralyzing him—he had failed, and the weight of that failure echoed in the woods around him. In that moment of despair, he felt utterly helpless, lost in the shadows of his mistakes. *
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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%.
An Ironclad warrior (Slay the Spire) sits down in the inn, their face hidden by their helm, beginning to sharpen their blade.
*Slay the Spire?*
Krail takes a draft, still looking grumpy, and glances at the Ironclad. He shakes his head, and mutters something along the lines of 'Everyone is hiding their face these days'.
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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%.
An Ironclad warrior (Slay the Spire) sits down in the inn, their face hidden by their helm, beginning to sharpen their blade.
*Slay the Spire?*
Krail takes a draft, still looking grumpy, and glances at the Ironclad. He shakes his head, and mutters something along the lines of 'Everyone is hiding their face these days'.
*Slay the Spire is a game, character’s based off them.*
They turn up to look at Krail, his eyes filled with fire, and not metaphorically. He takes his blade, putting it on his back once more “It is rude to talk about people behind their backs.” He says, taking off his helmet to reveal a handsome human, with devil horns.
An Ironclad warrior (Slay the Spire) sits down in the inn, their face hidden by their helm, beginning to sharpen their blade.
*Slay the Spire?*
Krail takes a draft, still looking grumpy, and glances at the Ironclad. He shakes his head, and mutters something along the lines of 'Everyone is hiding their face these days'.
*Slay the Spire is a game, character’s based off them.*
They turn up to look at Krail, his eyes filled with fire, and not metaphorically. He takes his blade, putting it on his back once more “It is rude to talk about people behind their backs.” He says, taking off his helmet to reveal a handsome human, with devil horns.
Krail gives the man a nasty look. He's a very unpleasant looking person when he's grumpy, with the top part of his face hidden in shadows and his teeth jagged and broken in places. "It's true, though. My brother, me, and for a moment there, you. It feels like everyone's trying to be the mysterious man in the corner." His voice is slightly nasal and a bit cracked, overall quite annoying.
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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%.
An Ironclad warrior (Slay the Spire) sits down in the inn, their face hidden by their helm, beginning to sharpen their blade.
*Slay the Spire?*
Krail takes a draft, still looking grumpy, and glances at the Ironclad. He shakes his head, and mutters something along the lines of 'Everyone is hiding their face these days'.
*Slay the Spire is a game, character’s based off them.*
They turn up to look at Krail, his eyes filled with fire, and not metaphorically. He takes his blade, putting it on his back once more “It is rude to talk about people behind their backs.” He says, taking off his helmet to reveal a handsome human, with devil horns.
Krail gives the man a nasty look. He's a very unpleasant looking person when he's grumpy, with the top part of his face hidden in shadows and his teeth jagged and broken in places. "It's true, though. My brother, me, and for a moment there, you. It feels like everyone's trying to be the mysterious man in the corner." His voice is slightly nasal and a bit cracked, overall quite annoying.
They chuckle, their teeth fully sharp, an entire mouth full of canines, their voice having the sound of crackling fire in the undertones “I’m not very interested in being mysterious, the helm is just part of the armor, and I like wearing the armor.” They say, trying to be friendly.
*Nice backstory, Wendi! A bit one-note, though. Very grimdark.*
*I like creating somewhat grim 'oh the love of my life is dead' sort of characters, and French.*
*I get that. I do too, but I've discovered that I do that a bit too often. Also, the House of Hands should have been the combat faction.*
*I felt like there needed to be different factions and unfortunately the Hisue of Blades already was a combat faction so I decided to make the House of Hands a sort of farm working group.*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Nice backstory, Wendi! A bit one-note, though. Very grimdark.*
*I like creating somewhat grim 'oh the love of my life is dead' sort of characters, and French.*
*I get that. I do too, but I've discovered that I do that a bit too often. Also, the House of Hands should have been the combat faction.*
*I felt like there needed to be different factions and unfortunately the Hisue of Blades already was a combat faction so I decided to make the House of Hands a sort of farm working group.*
*Then the House of Hands is the ammunition. Because those foes? They're about to eat some Hands.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Nice backstory, Wendi! A bit one-note, though. Very grimdark.*
*I like creating somewhat grim 'oh the love of my life is dead' sort of characters, and French.*
*I get that. I do too, but I've discovered that I do that a bit too often. Also, the House of Hands should have been the combat faction.*
*I felt like there needed to be different factions and unfortunately the Hisue of Blades already was a combat faction so I decided to make the House of Hands a sort of farm working group.*
*Then the House of Hands is the ammunition. Because those foes? They're about to eat some Hands.*
*XD maybe. Maybe I'll change it up because if there is four houses, then their has to be people under those who weren't born into them.*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Then the House of Hands is the ammunition. Because those foes? They're about to eat some Hands.*
*XD maybe. Maybe I'll change it up because if there is four houses, then their has to be people under those who weren't born into them.*
*Hufflepuff*
*Also, I made Hyacinthe into Guy Fieri. His name and pretty much everything have changed, but the important thing is that he's sending you to Flavortown instead of Hell.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Howdy partner.*
*Hello!*
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)
*Hey guys*
Tearthorn is back to muttering to himself.
Krail is grumpily staring into his drink.
Kharn is sat at a table in the corner, doing a great 'mysterious man an adventuring party meets in a tavern/Aragorn before Frodo knew he was Aragorn' act.
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.
*yet another backstory, weeeee
René Du Bois was born into the esteemed House of Shadows, the first son among seven children of Sarah and Richard Du Bois. The House of Shadows, one of the four prominent houses that constituted the Home of Shields, was renowned for its expertise in stealth and secrecy. Members of this house often found themselves in the service of the king, functioning as spies or informants, gathering intelligence on rival kingdoms to bolster their own’s power and influence.
Within the realm of the Home of Shields, the other houses played crucial roles: The House of Cards, known for producing exceptionally powerful magic users; The House of Blades, a prestigious lineage of formidable guards; and The House of Hands, a less revered house primarily supplying workers for labor-intensive roles in the fields.
From a young age, René was burdened with high expectations as the firstborn. His parents had hopes that he would become the kingdom’s finest spy—an honor that came with immense pressure. The age-old rumor whispered among nobles was that the firstborn was the "golden child" destined for greatness. This daunting expectation loomed over René like a shadow, instilling in him a constant fear of failure that gnawed at his psyche more than the prospect of losing his life in a dangerous mission.
During his teenage years, René forged a bond with Oar, the firstborn son of the House of Blades. Their connection flourished amidst the stone walls of the castle, where they would escape their responsibilities, laughing and exploring the grounds freely. Oar, with his warrior’s spirit, taught René the art of wielding a blade, imparting lessons on both offense and defense. In exchange, René shared the delicate skills of stealth, guiding Oar on how to slip away unnoticed.
However, as they transitioned into adulthood, the reality of their fates settled heavily upon them. The kingdom expected them to relinquish their childhood enjoyments. Oar pledged his life to knighthood, while René stepped into the shadowy world of espionage. The two friends parted ways with a heavy heart, their paths diverging into duty and expectation.
Not long after their separation, the kingdom was plunged into turmoil as war erupted between rival territories. Oar, true to his new title, was dispatched into battle, bravely defending the realm. Tragically, he died in combat, a casualty of the very war that had taken him from his innocent boyhood. News of Oar's demise sent René spiraling into a profound despair, the weight of loss pressing upon him like a suffocating cloak.
As time passed, the seasons changed, and René evolved from a grieving boy into a formidable and infamous spy, feared and respected in equal measure. Yet, he grew cold, distancing himself emotionally from others, unwilling to risk the pain of loss again. His heart had become a fortress, fortified by the memory of his dear friend’s death.
In the midst of his solitary existence, fate introduced him to Basil, a man born into the House of Hands. Basil’s role typically placed him in the background of the kingdom’s hierarchy, but his frequent visits to deliver provisions—grains, fruits, vegetables, and meats—brought him into René's orbit. Despite the metaphorical shields René had erected, his innate curiosity as a spy compelled him to learn more about this man.
Their interactions began as mere snippets of conversation, but over time, a true friendship blossomed between them. René discovered that Basil, like him, was a firstborn, expected to manage the kingdom's fields and agriculture. The tremendous pressure was a heavy burden for Basil, one that stifled his spirit and self-worth, echoing René’s own struggles. As they shared their burdens and small victories, the seasons turned, deepening their bond.
In their kingdom, tradition mandated early marriages and the urgency to produce heirs. Despite never having experienced love, René found himself captivated by Basil. In the depths of their shared conversations and shared glances, he dared to nurture feelings that he had thought long buried. However, the harsh reality struck him when he learned that Basil was already married, leaving René heartbroken and despondent.
Their friendship, once a source of solace, gradually slipped away as René buried himself in work, hoping to overshadow his emotions. One day, René received a mission from the king: he was to escort the prince to a neighboring kingdom for an arranged marriage to its princess. Eager to focus on the task and escape his heartache, René accepted without hesitation.
As they traveled through the dense woods, navigating the path that twisted like a serpent, René became separated from the prince’s carriage. He followed the deep impressions of the wheels in the dirt, but instead of safety, he stumbled upon a horrifying sight. A clearing revealed a scene of chaos: the prince and several guards lay lifeless, victims of a robbery gone tragically wrong.
Frozen in shock, the reality of the aftermath took hold of him. Lives had been snuffed out on his watch, a direct consequence of his distraction and unpreparedness. Panic surged through him, and he fled the scene, an overwhelming fear paralyzing him—he had failed, and the weight of that failure echoed in the woods around him. In that moment of despair, he felt utterly helpless, lost in the shadows of his mistakes. *
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Anybody want to roleplay if anyone is here?*
*Me. I just introed.*
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.
An Ironclad warrior (Slay the Spire) sits down in the inn, their face hidden by their helm, beginning to sharpen their blade.
*Slay the Spire?*
Krail takes a draft, still looking grumpy, and glances at the Ironclad. He shakes his head, and mutters something along the lines of 'Everyone is hiding their face these days'.
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.
*Slay the Spire is a game, character’s based off them.*
They turn up to look at Krail, his eyes filled with fire, and not metaphorically. He takes his blade, putting it on his back once more “It is rude to talk about people behind their backs.” He says, taking off his helmet to reveal a handsome human, with devil horns.
Krail gives the man a nasty look. He's a very unpleasant looking person when he's grumpy, with the top part of his face hidden in shadows and his teeth jagged and broken in places. "It's true, though. My brother, me, and for a moment there, you. It feels like everyone's trying to be the mysterious man in the corner." His voice is slightly nasal and a bit cracked, overall quite annoying.
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.
They chuckle, their teeth fully sharp, an entire mouth full of canines, their voice having the sound of crackling fire in the undertones “I’m not very interested in being mysterious, the helm is just part of the armor, and I like wearing the armor.” They say, trying to be friendly.
*Nice backstory, Wendi! A bit one-note, though. Very grimdark.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I like creating somewhat grim 'oh the love of my life is dead' sort of characters, and French.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I get that. I do too, but I've discovered that I do that a bit too often. Also, the House of Hands should have been the combat faction.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I felt like there needed to be different factions and unfortunately the Hisue of Blades already was a combat faction so I decided to make the House of Hands a sort of farm working group.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Then the House of Hands is the ammunition. Because those foes? They're about to eat some Hands.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*XD maybe. Maybe I'll change it up because if there is four houses, then their has to be people under those who weren't born into them.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Hufflepuff*
*Also, I made Hyacinthe into Guy Fieri. His name and pretty much everything have changed, but the important thing is that he's sending you to Flavortown instead of Hell.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Nevermind I must go.*