*Sounds good. Oh, and I'm using the Illrigger class! Not with a standard PC, but still.*
In one hand she holds a lantern with a glowing, beating heart inside of it, in the other is an oversized cigar on an even larger holder, as if a fancy lady from the 1920s wanted to bludgeon people. On her back is a massive axe of living meat and fat, decorated in gold and blood-red ribbons, matching the breastplate and flamboyant clothing wrapped around her own overlarge frame.
The golden boar woman is massive, standing at about 11 feet and built like an ogre. She moves a ringed trotter to her face, takes a drag from her white-hot cigar, and blows out some multicolored smoke into the crisp winter air. She then places the lantern into her striped tophat and moves her hand in a commanding gesture, causing the snow in the forest to melt as carnival tents begin to set themselves up, similar heart lanterns casting a red glow over the encampment of debauchery.
Any vice can be indulged here, assuming no one gets... well, as long as everyone consents to getting hurt. The ringmaster nods and makes her way toward the tavern as various carnival monsters appear from the tents to hawk and advertise, kept warm by the molten fat pumping underneath their feet and the hot light from the lanterns.
*Anyone can interact with this, by the way.*
*Forgot to reply to this.*
The Herald watches from the darkness in the Shadow Void, carefully taking note of each and every item. He then slips out of it, his own being concealed from any sort of magic that would have him recognized or found.
*Interesting. I don't think I can actually respond to this.*
There are all sorts of treasures and trinkets, gold and rubies and soul jars galore. A hellish bazaar filled with oddly tame monsters.
"He is unlike our first encounter. Beats his wife and son and killed the family cat, the wife is pretty sure he has been cheating." He shrugs "Much worse."
"I know, so do I." He chuckles and sits down by the fire.
"Wanna deface the guys restaurant? The dude is like a devil or demon or something stupid."
He nods "Then I'll put a bullet in between his eyes and he'll end up dead." He cracks his neck "Just get me where I need to be, he wont get the chance to run."
He gets up, sitting next to them, smiling softly and drinking cider.
She slowly calms down, opening her hand and letting the sand fall, taking a long deep breath "No, if Riotan like someone else, I'll just accept that."
"He'll be at the main square at 9 pm. Luckily it will be dark so I can grab him before anyone finds out."
He hums happily.
She shrugs "Okay, but imma gonna deface his building."
*Sounds good. Oh, and I'm using the Illrigger class! Not with a standard PC, but still.*
In one hand she holds a lantern with a glowing, beating heart inside of it, in the other is an oversized cigar on an even larger holder, as if a fancy lady from the 1920s wanted to bludgeon people. On her back is a massive axe of living meat and fat, decorated in gold and blood-red ribbons, matching the breastplate and flamboyant clothing wrapped around her own overlarge frame.
The golden boar woman is massive, standing at about 11 feet and built like an ogre. She moves a ringed trotter to her face, takes a drag from her white-hot cigar, and blows out some multicolored smoke into the crisp winter air. She then places the lantern into her striped tophat and moves her hand in a commanding gesture, causing the snow in the forest to melt as carnival tents begin to set themselves up, similar heart lanterns casting a red glow over the encampment of debauchery.
Any vice can be indulged here, assuming no one gets... well, as long as everyone consents to getting hurt. The ringmaster nods and makes her way toward the tavern as various carnival monsters appear from the tents to hawk and advertise, kept warm by the molten fat pumping underneath their feet and the hot light from the lanterns.
*Anyone can interact with this, by the way.*
*Forgot to reply to this.*
The Herald watches from the darkness in the Shadow Void, carefully taking note of each and every item. He then slips out of it, his own being concealed from any sort of magic that would have him recognized or found.
*Interesting. I don't think I can actually respond to this.*
There are all sorts of treasures and trinkets, gold and rubies and soul jars galore. A hellish bazaar filled with oddly tame monsters.
He chuckles lightly and walks throughout the carnival. A bit through it all, he drops his cover, allowing for himself to be seen. His normal outfit of a black shifts. It turns into a black jacket with blue stripes and the writhing tendrils of cloth turn into hoodie strings. He switched eout hisasled face for one he hasn't used in awhile. The face of his first kill. A young man with black hair and grey eyes.
*Interesting. I don't think I can actually respond to this.*
There are all sorts of treasures and trinkets, gold and rubies and soul jars galore. A hellish bazaar filled with oddly tame monsters.
He chuckles lightly and walks throughout the carnival. A bit through it all, he drops his cover, allowing for himself to be seen. His normal outfit of a black shifts. It turns into a black jacket with blue stripes and the writhing tendrils of cloth turn into hoodie strings. He switched eout hisasled face for one he hasn't used in awhile. The face of his first kill. A young man with black hair and grey eyes.
A shadow looms over him suddenly. A heavy, ring-laden trotter lands on his shoulder. "Hey, pal! You excited?"
*Interesting. I don't think I can actually respond to this.*
There are all sorts of treasures and trinkets, gold and rubies and soul jars galore. A hellish bazaar filled with oddly tame monsters.
He chuckles lightly and walks throughout the carnival. A bit through it all, he drops his cover, allowing for himself to be seen. His normal outfit of a black shifts. It turns into a black jacket with blue stripes and the writhing tendrils of cloth turn into hoodie strings. He switched eout hisasled face for one he hasn't used in awhile. The face of his first kill. A young man with black hair and grey eyes.
A shadow looms over him suddenly. A heavy, ring-laden trotter lands on his shoulder. "Hey, pal! You excited?"
"Mn?" He turns around, looking surprised despite his senses telling him they appeared "Oh very."
A shadow looms over him suddenly. A heavy, ring-laden trotter lands on his shoulder. "Hey, pal! You excited?"
"Mn?" He turns around, looking surprised despite his senses telling him they appeared "Oh very."
The giant demon doesn't seem to notice his mock shock. She gestures sweepingly with her axe. "All this..." She taps it to his chest. "Yours to enjoy. You got any idea where you want to go first?"
A shadow looms over him suddenly. A heavy, ring-laden trotter lands on his shoulder. "Hey, pal! You excited?"
"Mn?" He turns around, looking surprised despite his senses telling him they appeared "Oh very."
The giant demon doesn't seem to notice his mock shock. She gestures sweepingly with her axe. "All this..." She taps it to his chest. "Yours to enjoy. You got any idea where you want to go first?"
"Not particularly." He gives his best laugh and tilts his head "More interested in the folks than anything else."
The giant demon doesn't seem to notice his mock shock. She gestures sweepingly with her axe. "All this..." She taps it to his chest. "Yours to enjoy. You got any idea where you want to go first?"
"Not particularly." He gives his best laugh and tilts his head "More interested in the folks than anything else."
"The fiends? Not particularly interesting. Yugoloths. They don't matter."
The giant demon doesn't seem to notice his mock shock. She gestures sweepingly with her axe. "All this..." She taps it to his chest. "Yours to enjoy. You got any idea where you want to go first?"
"Not particularly." He gives his best laugh and tilts his head "More interested in the folks than anything else."
"The fiends? Not particularly interesting. Yugoloths. They don't matter."
"Mn, I disagree with you there." He shrugs "But you're the boss apparently."
"He'll be at the main square at 9 pm. Luckily it will be dark so I can grab him before anyone finds out."
He hums happily.
She shrugs "Okay, but imma gonna deface his building."
*Back, so sorry for being stupid and gone*
He nods "What time is it now, I'll find a building nearby at the time."
He takes an accordion out of his back pocket and begins to play along with his humming.
She sighs "Ya shouldn't, if ya do though, I'm comin' with ya. Let me change, an' grab my paint." She goes back to her cave, coming out in her overalls, carrying two barrels of paint.
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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'll be at the main square at 9 pm. Luckily it will be dark so I can grab him before anyone finds out."
He hums happily.
She shrugs "Okay, but imma gonna deface his building."
*Back, so sorry for being stupid and gone*
He nods "What time is it now, I'll find a building nearby at the time."
He takes an accordion out of his back pocket and begins to play along with his humming.
She sighs "Ya shouldn't, if ya do though, I'm comin' with ya. Let me change, an' grab my paint." She goes back to her cave, coming out in her overalls, carrying two barrels of paint.
*You're not stupid 🩷*
"6 or so, I haven't checked the clock." He nods and grins behind his mask.
Arthur laughs a bit, wiping a tear from his eye "An accordion?"
She grins madly and cackles, leading the way to Samaritan's restaurant.
*Interesting. I don't think I can actually respond to this.*
There are all sorts of treasures and trinkets, gold and rubies and soul jars galore. A hellish bazaar filled with oddly tame monsters.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(you want to rp wendo)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't really hear me
"He'll be at the main square at 9 pm. Luckily it will be dark so I can grab him before anyone finds out."
He hums happily.
She shrugs "Okay, but imma gonna deface his building."
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 lightly and walks throughout the carnival. A bit through it all, he drops his cover, allowing for himself to be seen. His normal outfit of a black shifts. It turns into a black jacket with blue stripes and the writhing tendrils of cloth turn into hoodie strings. He switched eout hisasled face for one he hasn't used in awhile. The face of his first kill. A young man with black hair and grey eyes.
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
A shadow looms over him suddenly. A heavy, ring-laden trotter lands on his shoulder. "Hey, pal! You excited?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Mn?" He turns around, looking surprised despite his senses telling him they appeared "Oh very."
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
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't really hear me
*:D yerp!*
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 giant demon doesn't seem to notice his mock shock. She gestures sweepingly with her axe. "All this..." She taps it to his chest. "Yours to enjoy. You got any idea where you want to go first?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Another pop-up session! Yay!*
*And I get to play this time!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Postponed for an hour, I'm back.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Not particularly." He gives his best laugh and tilts his head "More interested in the folks than anything else."
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 fiends? Not particularly interesting. Yugoloths. They don't matter."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Mn, I disagree with you there." He shrugs "But you're the boss apparently."
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
*Hiiiiiiii*
(okay :D )
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't really hear me
*Back, so sorry for being stupid and gone*
He nods "What time is it now, I'll find a building nearby at the time."
He takes an accordion out of his back pocket and begins to play along with his humming.
She sighs "Ya shouldn't, if ya do though, I'm comin' with ya. Let me change, an' grab my paint." She goes back to her cave, coming out in her overalls, carrying two barrels of paint.
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.)
"No, I'd like to hear your opinion. What do you think is special about them?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*You're not stupid 🩷*
"6 or so, I haven't checked the clock." He nods and grins behind his mask.
Arthur laughs a bit, wiping a tear from his eye "An accordion?"
She grins madly and cackles, leading the way to Samaritan's restaurant.
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
Xan is inside, having a poker game with some devils
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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