A man enters the tavern. He looks similar to Leo and Noctis, but with some noticeable differences. His silken black hair falls into shaggy locks, his skin is a deep sun kissed tan, and his eyes are two toned, the right a golden yellow and the left a deep crimson red. He sports two sets of horns, the larger outder horns a deep violet that darken to black that seem to taper off into flames the color of the void. The smaller inner horns start as a bright violet before stopping a few inches and connecting together to form a halo of soft golden light. Both horns together give the vibe of a star surrounded by the black void of space. He wears a long purple robe with shimmering golden flecks sprinkled throughout as the edges of the fabric seem to taper into the same black flame effect as his horns. Various rings and bracelets adorn his hands and arms, and he also sports a few necklaces and ear piercings as well. A large and thick spell tome floats near him.
The man walks over to the counter,looking for any of the cooks in the place.
*Does anyone feel like rp rn, if not that's ok, I'm down to talk as well*
*I'm totally down, who would you want?*
*Idk. I have a new character and some old ones*
Theren is in the woods, fighting a cultist. His arm, leg, and side are cut open, pouring blood.
Phoenix is still baking Christmas cookies.
An all black dragon with green flecked scales lands nearby the woods, an average sized man on its back. He has ruffled brown hair, blue eyes, and viking clothes on a long with a fur cloak. On his hip is just the hilt of a sword. He has a clean shaven face as he dismounts the dragon
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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.
A man enters the tavern. He looks similar to Leo and Noctis, but with some noticeable differences. His silken black hair falls into shaggy locks, his skin is a deep sun kissed tan, and his eyes are two toned, the right a golden yellow and the left a deep crimson red. He sports two sets of horns, the larger outder horns a deep violet that darken to black that seem to taper off into flames the color of the void. The smaller inner horns start as a bright violet before stopping a few inches and connecting together to form a halo of soft golden light. Both horns together give the vibe of a star surrounded by the black void of space. He wears a long purple robe with shimmering golden flecks sprinkled throughout as the edges of the fabric seem to taper into the same black flame effect as his horns. Various rings and bracelets adorn his hands and arms, and he also sports a few necklaces and ear piercings as well. A large and thick spell tome floats near him.
The man walks over to the counter,looking for any of the cooks in the place.
Felix hops up on his footstool once more. "Hey. You looking for anything?" His eyes slowly widen as he takes in the man's appearance. "Ah. I was wondering when I'd meet you. You're, uh, cooler than I expected."
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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.
*Does anyone feel like rp rn, if not that's ok, I'm down to talk as well*
*I'm totally down, who would you want?*
*Idk. I have a new character and some old ones*
Theren is in the woods, fighting a cultist. His arm, leg, and side are cut open, pouring blood.
An all black dragon with green flecked scales lands nearby the woods, an average sized man on its back. He has ruffled brown hair, blue eyes, and viking clothes on a long with a fur cloak. On his hip is just the hilt of a sword. He has a clean shaven face as he dismounts the dragon
Someone walks into view, a man with long, jet black hair, more a mane than anything. He has a knife in his leg, but doesn't seem to mind it much, or at all really. He leans against a tree, watching with basic black eyes.
They can hear Rag is the forest doing a workout, which sounds like a massive battle. They are likely able to see him too, considering he's 15ft of pure muscle and dragon genetics.
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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.'
*Does anyone feel like rp rn, if not that's ok, I'm down to talk as well*
*I'm totally down, who would you want?*
*Idk. I have a new character and some old ones*
Theren is in the woods, fighting a cultist. His arm, leg, and side are cut open, pouring blood.
An all black dragon with green flecked scales lands nearby the woods, an average sized man on its back. He has ruffled brown hair, blue eyes, and viking clothes on a long with a fur cloak. On his hip is just the hilt of a sword. He has a clean shaven face as he dismounts the dragon
Someone walks into view, a man with long, jet black hair, more a mane than anything. He has a knife in his leg, but doesn't seem to mind it much, or at all really. He leans against a tree, watching with basic black eyes.
They can hear Rag is the forest doing a workout, which sounds like a massive battle. They are likely able to see him too, considering he's 15ft of pure muscle and dragon genetics.
Theren struggles to stay standing as the wooden animal masked cultist lashes out at him.
the Viking looks at his dragon and snorts a bit.
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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.
*Time to write down every character I have so people can pick from my stupidly long list.*
Kelipso is outside, practicing his aim with his bow and arrow with wooden dummy targets.
Lore is crawling around on the ceiling, being a goblin with her children who are pretending to fight her. Them being knights and her being a demon.
Allison is tuning her lute, humming each note to get it perfect.
Father Luciano is in the temple, sweeping the floors.
Sable is sitting in the basement, the darkest place in the tavern, playing chess with a rat.
The Brand has set up camp with his army outside the tavern grounds.
Stroth is giggling madly, still kinda loopy from the surgery.
Zee is munching on a straight-up giant bug, scrolling on their phone.
William is thinking about Mauric's words about Felix, sitting on the tavern roof.
Samaritan is on his fifth energy drink, having been up for three days now due to the Thanksgiving rush of people in his restaurant.
Johan is painting a scene of the tavern, humming to himself as his dog sits beside him.
Hart is trying to remember his life but is failing and is having an existential crisis over it.
Iris is hotboxing the tent she and Zephyr stay in, watching some bugs.
Jack is practicing his sigils, etching them on his spellbook.
Toboroth is rummaging around in garbage cans for his kids.
The Herald is taking care of some bad people, happy as can be.
Saint Nick is outside, chopping wood for a fire.
Bea is spray painting a wall with pictures of a fire.
Scott is asleep on the sofa in the tavern library since he didn't sleep last night.
Theren is in the woods, fighting a cultist. His arm, leg, and side are cut open, pouring blood.
Phoenix walks in with a tray of Christmas cookies and chuckles.
An all black dragon with green flecked scales lands nearby the woods, an average sized man on its back. He has ruffled brown hair, blue eyes, and viking clothes on a long with a fur cloak. On his hip is just the hilt of a sword. He has a clean shaven face as he dismounts the dragon
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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.
*Time to write down every character I have so people can pick from my stupidly long list.*
Kelipso is outside, practicing his aim with his bow and arrow with wooden dummy targets.
Lore is crawling around on the ceiling, being a goblin with her children who are pretending to fight her. Them being knights and her being a demon.
Allison is tuning her lute, humming each note to get it perfect.
Father Luciano is in the temple, sweeping the floors.
Sable is sitting in the basement, the darkest place in the tavern, playing chess with a rat.
The Brand has set up camp with his army outside the tavern grounds.
Stroth is giggling madly, still kinda loopy from the surgery.
Zee is munching on a straight-up giant bug, scrolling on their phone.
William is thinking about Mauric's words about Felix, sitting on the tavern roof.
Samaritan is on his fifth energy drink, having been up for three days now due to the Thanksgiving rush of people in his restaurant.
Johan is painting a scene of the tavern, humming to himself as his dog sits beside him.
Hart is trying to remember his life but is failing and is having an existential crisis over it.
Iris is hotboxing the tent she and Zephyr stay in, watching some bugs.
Jack is practicing his sigils, etching them on his spellbook.
Toboroth is rummaging around in garbage cans for his kids.
The Herald is taking care of some bad people, happy as can be.
Saint Nick is outside, chopping wood for a fire.
Bea is spray painting a wall with pictures of a fire.
Scott is asleep on the sofa in the tavern library since he didn't sleep last night.
Theren is in the woods, fighting a cultist. His arm, leg, and side are cut open, pouring blood.
Phoenix walks in with a tray of Christmas cookies and chuckles.
An all black dragon with green flecked scales lands nearby the woods, an average sized man on its back. He has ruffled brown hair, blue eyes, and viking clothes on a long with a fur cloak. On his hip is just the hilt of a sword. He has a clean shaven face as he dismounts the dragon
Kelipso hears this and whistles. Gordon sniffs out Theren and snarls at those responsible for attacking him. Kelipso runs over "Theren!"
Lore looks down and chuckles, using her tail to grab one. Haromina giggles and brandishes her wooden sword "The demon stole the gold!!"
Allison raises a brow and bows her head at them.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man enters the tavern. He looks similar to Leo and Noctis, but with some noticeable differences. His silken black hair falls into shaggy locks, his skin is a deep sun kissed tan, and his eyes are two toned, the right a golden yellow and the left a deep crimson red. He sports two sets of horns, the larger outder horns a deep violet that darken to black that seem to taper off into flames the color of the void. The smaller inner horns start as a bright violet before stopping a few inches and connecting together to form a halo of soft golden light. Both horns together give the vibe of a star surrounded by the black void of space. He wears a long purple robe with shimmering golden flecks sprinkled throughout as the edges of the fabric seem to taper into the same black flame effect as his horns. Various rings and bracelets adorn his hands and arms, and he also sports a few necklaces and ear piercings as well. A large and thick spell tome floats near him.
The man walks over to the counter,looking for any of the cooks in the place.
Felix hops up on his footstool once more. "Hey. You looking for anything?" His eyes slowly widen as he takes in the man's appearance. "Ah. I was wondering when I'd meet you. You're, uh, cooler than I expected."
The man chuckles warmly. "I've been told, but the compliment is appreciated my good sir. You may call me Asada. Now...Leo has mentioned that you make some pleasant cuisines, and considering his own skills, I consider that high praise. What do you have on the menu for today?" The man asks as he takes a seat at the bar.
Theren is in the woods, fighting a cultist. His arm, leg, and side are cut open, pouring blood.
Phoenix walks in with a tray of Christmas cookies and chuckles.
An all black dragon with green flecked scales lands nearby the woods, an average sized man on its back. He has ruffled brown hair, blue eyes, and viking clothes on a long with a fur cloak. On his hip is just the hilt of a sword. He has a clean shaven face as he dismounts the dragon
Kelipso hears this and whistles. Gordon sniffs out Theren and snarls at those responsible for attacking him. Kelipso runs over "Theren!"
Lore looks down and chuckles, using her tail to grab one. Haromina giggles and brandishes her wooden sword "The demon stole the gold!!"
Allison raises a brow and bows her head at them.
Theren spits out a wad of blood. The animal masked cultist snarls at Gordon.
"Oh did she now? She doesn't deserve a cookie then."
He bows back. "Madam Allison."
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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.
*I'm totally down, who would you want?*
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.)
*Two more years, than Four more years, than two more and I'll be free of school.*
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.)
A man enters the tavern. He looks similar to Leo and Noctis, but with some noticeable differences. His silken black hair falls into shaggy locks, his skin is a deep sun kissed tan, and his eyes are two toned, the right a golden yellow and the left a deep crimson red. He sports two sets of horns, the larger outder horns a deep violet that darken to black that seem to taper off into flames the color of the void. The smaller inner horns start as a bright violet before stopping a few inches and connecting together to form a halo of soft golden light. Both horns together give the vibe of a star surrounded by the black void of space. He wears a long purple robe with shimmering golden flecks sprinkled throughout as the edges of the fabric seem to taper into the same black flame effect as his horns. Various rings and bracelets adorn his hands and arms, and he also sports a few necklaces and ear piercings as well. A large and thick spell tome floats near him.
The man walks over to the counter,looking for any of the cooks in the place.
*Idk. I have a new character and some old ones*
Theren is in the woods, fighting a cultist. His arm, leg, and side are cut open, pouring blood.
Phoenix is still baking Christmas cookies.
An all black dragon with green flecked scales lands nearby the woods, an average sized man on its back. He has ruffled brown hair, blue eyes, and viking clothes on a long with a fur cloak. On his hip is just the hilt of a sword. He has a clean shaven face as he dismounts the dragon
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Felix hops up on his footstool once more. "Hey. You looking for anything?" His eyes slowly widen as he takes in the man's appearance. "Ah. I was wondering when I'd meet you. You're, uh, cooler than I expected."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Someone walks into view, a man with long, jet black hair, more a mane than anything. He has a knife in his leg, but doesn't seem to mind it much, or at all really. He leans against a tree, watching with basic black eyes.
They can hear Rag is the forest doing a workout, which sounds like a massive battle. They are likely able to see him too, considering he's 15ft of pure muscle and dragon genetics.
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.)
*Time to write down every character I have so people can pick from my stupidly long list.*
Kelipso is outside, practicing his aim with his bow and arrow with wooden dummy targets.
Lore is crawling around on the ceiling, being a goblin with her children who are pretending to fight her. Them being knights and her being a demon.
Allison is tuning her lute, humming each note to get it perfect.
Father Luciano is in the temple, sweeping the floors.
Sable is sitting in the basement, the darkest place in the tavern, playing chess with a rat.
The Brand has set up camp with his army outside the tavern grounds.
Stroth is giggling madly, still kinda loopy from the surgery.
Zee is munching on a straight-up giant bug, scrolling on their phone.
William is thinking about Mauric's words about Felix, sitting on the tavern roof.
Samaritan is on his fifth energy drink, having been up for three days now due to the Thanksgiving rush of people in his restaurant.
Johan is painting a scene of the tavern, humming to himself as his dog sits beside him.
Hart is trying to remember his life but is failing and is having an existential crisis over it.
Iris is hotboxing the tent she and Zephyr stay in, watching some bugs.
Jack is practicing his sigils, etching them on his spellbook.
Toboroth is rummaging around in garbage cans for his kids.
The Herald is taking care of some bad people, happy as can be.
Saint Nick is outside, chopping wood for a fire.
Bea is spray painting a wall with pictures of a fire.
Scott is asleep on the sofa in the tavern library since he didn't sleep last night.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Theren struggles to stay standing as the wooden animal masked cultist lashes out at him.
the Viking looks at his dragon and snorts a bit.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren is in the woods, fighting a cultist. His arm, leg, and side are cut open, pouring blood.
Phoenix walks in with a tray of Christmas cookies and chuckles.
An all black dragon with green flecked scales lands nearby the woods, an average sized man on its back. He has ruffled brown hair, blue eyes, and viking clothes on a long with a fur cloak. On his hip is just the hilt of a sword. He has a clean shaven face as he dismounts the dragon
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Omori is at the Inn, continuing work on her drawing. She's not as skilled as Kiko, but manages to add a decent amount of detail.
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)
Kelipso hears this and whistles. Gordon sniffs out Theren and snarls at those responsible for attacking him. Kelipso runs over "Theren!"
Lore looks down and chuckles, using her tail to grab one. Haromina giggles and brandishes her wooden sword "The demon stole the gold!!"
Allison raises a brow and bows her head at them.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The man chuckles warmly. "I've been told, but the compliment is appreciated my good sir. You may call me Asada. Now...Leo has mentioned that you make some pleasant cuisines, and considering his own skills, I consider that high praise. What do you have on the menu for today?" The man asks as he takes a seat at the bar.
*Well that is deeply overwhelming, I don't think I can choose.*
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 sighs, walking out, taking the knife out of his leg, though it doesn't bleed "Do ya need help with that?"
Rag turns, his senses incredibly powerful. He waves at them, a boulder in his other hand, he holds it casually.
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.)
Theren spits out a wad of blood. The animal masked cultist snarls at Gordon.
"Oh did she now? She doesn't deserve a cookie then."
He bows back. "Madam Allison."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*XD I am so sorry.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Aye, please."
Ladon raises an eyebrow. Stormcutter tilts his head, looking at Ladon, confused
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Don't worry about it, I just can't decide who I want.*
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.)
Gordon snarls again, his hackles raising. Kelipso picks him up and begins to heal him.
Lore cackles and skitters around. Harmonia and Soul screech and try to take it from her.
"You know my name?" She raises a brow.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Omori enters the temple, looking around with no clear objective.
Kiko walks over to Stroth, visibly happy. "Hello again! You still feeling alright?"
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)