Damian is now wearing a fake mustache and is considering cutting his hair as he serves up meals in the morning.
Merabelle happens to be taking part in the Druidic side of herself, her soft brown hair tied into braids, his overalls stained by the grass and paint.
Mauric is at the bar, still looking fraught and fretful. “You probably should shear off your horns if you really want them to not find you.”
Loud metallic clanging echoes throughout the woods.
He takes a second to think about it before saying “Yeah you’re probably right.” He grabs a large knife, feeling for his horns “You shouldn’t be afraid though, just stop being my friend and you’re safe.”
Merabelle decides to investigate, moving through the forest with quick, light steps.
Noctis is walking around, checking out the sights. Occasionally he would step into a shadow, only to appear elsewhere in the town. Though he is enjoying himself, he is on alert.
Deep within the forests that surround the town, a deep feminine voice can be heard singing in an ancient tongue, the trees and the ground reverberating the sound. The plants grow thicker and taller, the animals seem to be invigorated and healed of any injuries or sickness, and the tree branches move, the sound of bark creaking and leaves shifting. Those in the woods see a long and massive shape gracefully crawling and walking between the branches of the tree tops, snaking their way through as branches move to create a path for the large creature.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
Noctis is walking around, checking out the sights. Occasionally he would step into a shadow, only to appear elsewhere in the town. Though he is enjoying himself, he is on alert.
Deep within the forests that surround the town, a deep feminine voice can be heard singing in an ancient tongue, the trees and the ground reverberating the sound. The plants grow thicker and taller, the animals seem to be invigorated and healed of any injuries or sickness, and the tree branches move, the sound of bark creaking and leaves shifting. Those in the woods see a long and massive shape gracefully crawling and walking between the branches of the tree tops, snaking their way through as branches move to create a path for the large creature.
The song is suddenly interrupted by what sounds like distorted crying. The age of the sobbing aggrieved is indeterminate, anywhere from an infant to an old man. It seems to be coming from near the lake.
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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.
Noctis is walking around, checking out the sights. Occasionally he would step into a shadow, only to appear elsewhere in the town. Though he is enjoying himself, he is on alert.
Deep within the forests that surround the town, a deep feminine voice can be heard singing in an ancient tongue, the trees and the ground reverberating the sound. The plants grow thicker and taller, the animals seem to be invigorated and healed of any injuries or sickness, and the tree branches move, the sound of bark creaking and leaves shifting. Those in the woods see a long and massive shape gracefully crawling and walking between the branches of the tree tops, snaking their way through as branches move to create a path for the large creature.
The song is suddenly interrupted by what sounds like distorted crying. The age of the sobbing aggrieved is indeterminate, anywhere from an infant to an old man. It seems to be coming from near the lake.
The singing continues, but the path of the large creature shifts as they begin to make their way to the lake to find the source of the crying.
*Looks like Jobah’s gone, anyone want to roleplay while I’m still here? If so, do you want anyone specific?*
*sure!*
A mysterious salesman has appeared at the inn, hawking about a new product that revolutionizes golem technology
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
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“What happened there?” He gestures to the wounds.
“No no tell me, I’m a good listener. Granted, I don’t have ears, but hey.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*okay nvm jester i have time*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Morning everyone*
*heyo*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*How's it going*
*Oh cool, do you want anyone?*
*Mornin coronet.*
*Damian and someone who’s in the woods*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*good, you?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cool, cool*
Damian is now wearing a fake mustache and is considering cutting his hair as he serves up meals in the morning.
Merabelle happens to be taking part in the Druidic side of herself, her soft brown hair tied into braids, his overalls stained by the grass and paint.
Mauric is at the bar, still looking fraught and fretful. “You probably should shear off your horns if you really want them to not find you.”
Loud metallic clanging echoes throughout the woods.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*It's going good, woke up not too long ago*
He takes a second to think about it before saying “Yeah you’re probably right.” He grabs a large knife, feeling for his horns “You shouldn’t be afraid though, just stop being my friend and you’re safe.”
Merabelle decides to investigate, moving through the forest with quick, light steps.
Noctis is walking around, checking out the sights. Occasionally he would step into a shadow, only to appear elsewhere in the town. Though he is enjoying himself, he is on alert.
Deep within the forests that surround the town, a deep feminine voice can be heard singing in an ancient tongue, the trees and the ground reverberating the sound. The plants grow thicker and taller, the animals seem to be invigorated and healed of any injuries or sickness, and the tree branches move, the sound of bark creaking and leaves shifting. Those in the woods see a long and massive shape gracefully crawling and walking between the branches of the tree tops, snaking their way through as branches move to create a path for the large creature.
*well salem's not on so i'mma just lurk*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
The song is suddenly interrupted by what sounds like distorted crying. The age of the sobbing aggrieved is indeterminate, anywhere from an infant to an old man. It seems to be coming from near the lake.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The singing continues, but the path of the large creature shifts as they begin to make their way to the lake to find the source of the crying.
*Looks like Jobah’s gone, anyone want to roleplay while I’m still here? If so, do you want anyone specific?*
*Noctis could interact with one of your other characters*
*sure!*
A mysterious salesman has appeared at the inn, hawking about a new product that revolutionizes golem technology
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose