"One of my best ones. May he rest in peace under his mountain home, his successors singing of his fame." he says sadly.
He lowers his head, understanding "Like ya said, it's always the good ones. Some of 'em don't survive the hurt." He says, leaning forward "My dad didn't."
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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.'
"One of my best ones. May he rest in peace under his mountain home, his successors singing of his fame." he says sadly.
He lowers his head, understanding "Like ya said, it's always the good ones. Some of 'em don't survive the hurt." He says, leaning forward "My dad didn't."
"Nor did mine, nor my mother." he says. "You start to appreciate the little things when you lose so much."
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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.
"One of my best ones. May he rest in peace under his mountain home, his successors singing of his fame." he says sadly.
He lowers his head, understanding "Like ya said, it's always the good ones. Some of 'em don't survive the hurt." He says, leaning forward "My dad didn't."
"Nor did mine, nor my mother." he says. "You start to appreciate the little things when you lose so much."
He nods "Every thing matters then, even the bad becomes good, because you live long enough to experience it, everyone you meet, every minute you have."
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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.'
He cups her face with his hands. "Just give him a chance love."
"Why. Not." he says, kneeing him again
She sighs and nods "Okay..."
He hisses "Ow... I can't because magic." he huffs.
He scoops her up. "Goody! Cause he's here!"
"Explain better." he snarls
She screeches, squirming violently like a wet cat.
He sighed and tapped his forehead, the two transferring back. He folds her arms "A liberator hunts those who have wronged someone. We work for the God of Justice and the Goddess of Shadows."
"One of my best ones. May he rest in peace under his mountain home, his successors singing of his fame." he says sadly.
He lowers his head, understanding "Like ya said, it's always the good ones. Some of 'em don't survive the hurt." He says, leaning forward "My dad didn't."
"Nor did mine, nor my mother." he says. "You start to appreciate the little things when you lose so much."
He nods "Every thing matters then, even the bad becomes good, because you live long enough to experience it, everyone you meet, every minute you have."
He nods
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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.
He cups her face with his hands. "Just give him a chance love."
"Why. Not." he says, kneeing him again
She sighs and nods "Okay..."
He hisses "Ow... I can't because magic." he huffs.
He scoops her up. "Goody! Cause he's here!"
"Explain better." he snarls
She screeches, squirming violently like a wet cat.
He sighed and tapped his forehead, the two transferring back. He folds her arms "A liberator hunts those who have wronged someone. We work for the God of Justice and the Goddess of Shadows."
He holds on tightly. "Relax! Jesus!" he says, walking outside and setting her on her feet. An all black dragon with green flecked scales lands nearby, an average sized man on its back. He has ruffled brown hair, blue eyes, and viking clothes on a long with a fur cloak. Ladon bows and says, "Madam Lore. Theren."
Phoenix sighs, happy his back in his own body. "You could've just asked you dunce."
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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.
"One of my best ones. May he rest in peace under his mountain home, his successors singing of his fame." he says sadly.
He lowers his head, understanding "Like ya said, it's always the good ones. Some of 'em don't survive the hurt." He says, leaning forward "My dad didn't."
"Nor did mine, nor my mother." he says. "You start to appreciate the little things when you lose so much."
He nods "Every thing matters then, even the bad becomes good, because you live long enough to experience it, everyone you meet, every minute you have."
He nods
He leans back in his chair, silently carving more statues.
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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.'
"Still. Dragons always are... mnnnn." She grumbles.
He groans in pain and closes his eyes "Okay.. That is not one thing I have thought of." he grumbles "Mnnnnnn."
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
"Friend of yers?" He says, putting down his carving knife.
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.)
He pats her head. "But his dragons good. You liked Stormcutter!"
"Transfer back now."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He laughs as well, "Not often at least. Welcome to the Lord's Point, it is truly a wonderful town."
"Paid in big bucks, I can take one job a week and live comfortably, if it wasn't for my gambling addiction."
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.)
"One of my best ones. May he rest in peace under his mountain home, his successors singing of his fame." he says sadly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I suppose but I had a bad interaction with a dragon back at my cabin so I am a bit hesitant..." she sighs, her tail flicking.
"I told you I cannot." He sighs "Do you not listen?"
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
*Howdy y'all. Haven't role-played here in a while.*
A spiraling column of grey smoke slithers out of the leaves of a nearby tree.
He lowers his head, understanding "Like ya said, it's always the good ones. Some of 'em don't survive the hurt." He says, leaning forward "My dad didn't."
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.)
He cups her face with his hands. "Just give him a chance love."
"Why. Not." he says, kneeing him again
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Mn, from what I saw but also a few rats in the shadows." She shrugs, chuckling "Anything fun around here?"
He snorts, laughing a bit "I get that."
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
"Nor did mine, nor my mother." he says. "You start to appreciate the little things when you lose so much."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She sighs and nods "Okay..."
He hisses "Ow... I can't because magic." he huffs.
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 scoops her up. "Goody! Cause he's here!"
"Explain better." he snarls
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods "Every thing matters then, even the bad becomes good, because you live long enough to experience it, everyone you meet, every minute you have."
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.)
She screeches, squirming violently like a wet cat.
He sighed and tapped his forehead, the two transferring back. He folds her arms "A liberator hunts those who have wronged someone. We work for the God of Justice and the Goddess of Shadows."
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
"Depends on what you are interested in doing. I spend most of my time here or the library, so much to read."
He stands up "I should get going, I've got a person to capture soon."
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.)
He nods
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Books can only entertain for so long. My brain seems to need constant stimulation or I get bored quickly." She sighs.
He nods, grinning under the mask "Have fun, thanks for the cig."
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 holds on tightly. "Relax! Jesus!" he says, walking outside and setting her on her feet. An all black dragon with green flecked scales lands nearby, an average sized man on its back. He has ruffled brown hair, blue eyes, and viking clothes on a long with a fur cloak. Ladon bows and says, "Madam Lore. Theren."
Phoenix sighs, happy his back in his own body. "You could've just asked you dunce."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He leans back in his chair, silently carving more statues.
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.)