"Is it living?" He has a vague British accent, mixed with another that you can't recognize.
(I legit dont remember what this is from. Im sorry)
*Nothing's happened here yet, I just asked you if the head was living, and you don't really need to know the rest, but if you want to, it's all on the same first page of your posts in your account, or pages 1443-1445 on the Lord's Rest Inn*
"Is it living?" He has a vague British accent, mixed with another that you can't recognize.
(I legit dont remember what this is from. Im sorry)
*Nothing's happened here yet, I just asked you if the head was living, and you don't really need to know the rest, but if you want to, it's all on the same first page of your posts in your account, or pages 1443-1445 on the Lord's Rest Inn*
*ah, okie dokie*
"It is. or it was"
"So it's not anymore?"
"No" He says and chuckles
Hmm... Did you kill it?"
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remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
Violet is sitting in his room, sharpening his spear.
Jasmine is downstairs, messing with his spellbook.
Mr Stealy is napping in the hallway.
A tall figure of shadows looms over Mr. Stealy. It stands there watching him for awhile.
Sylvan approaches holding a bag of meat and tells him, “He is not dead”
IF HE ISN’T DEAD THEN WHY DOES HE REMAIN INERT FOR SUCH A LONG PERIOD OF TIME?
*Also, what is Mr. Stealy?*
*Mr Stealy is a Cat who can speak common and is able to portal jump*
The cat is jolted awake by the Grim Sweepers hollow and haunting voice, SORRY TO DISTURB YOU AS YOU WASTE WHAT LITTLE TIME YOU HAVE ON THIS EARTH LEFT, BUT I WOULD LIKE TO ASK HOW MANY OF YOUR LIVES DO YOU HAVE LEFT?
An undead character you say? You should introduce them to the towering, dusty figure of shadow that stands in a dark corner of Lord's Rest, observing its inhabitants.
An undead character you say? You should introduce them to the towering, dusty figure of shadow that stands in a dark corner of Lord's Rest, observing its inhabitants.
Red Raven walks by the figure and says, “Stop being so edgy sweeps.”
The Door of the tavern swings open, and an old lady walks in. She is wearing a fine red dress and a scarlet cloak. She has green eyes and grey hair. She look quite pale, and exhausted. She also carried a lyre, as well as what seems to be a bag of holding. She sits down at a table. She seemed to be aging multiple years every few minutes.
An undead character you say? You should introduce them to the towering, dusty figure of shadow that stands in a dark corner of Lord's Rest, observing its inhabitants.
Red Raven walks by the figure and says, “Stop being so edgy sweeps.”
I AM SORRY IF I SEEM STRANGE. I AM MERELY ATTEMPTING TO UNDERSTAND THE LIVING.
The Door of the tavern swings open, and an old lady walks in. She is wearing a fine red dress and a scarlet cloak. She has green eyes and grey hair. She look quite pale, and exhausted. She also carried a lyre, as well as what seems to be a bag of holding. She sits down at a table. She seemed to be aging multiple years every few minutes.
An undead character you say? You should introduce them to the towering, dusty figure of shadow that stands in a dark corner of Lord's Rest, observing its inhabitants.
Red Raven walks by the figure and says, “Stop being so edgy sweeps.”
I AM SORRY IF I SEEM STRANGE. I AM MERELY ATTEMPTING TO UNDERSTAND THE LIVING.
“We like living and want to make the most of it. What’s there not to understand?”
The Door of the tavern swings open, and an old lady walks in. She is wearing a fine red dress and a scarlet cloak. She has green eyes and grey hair. She look quite pale, and exhausted. She also carried a lyre, as well as what seems to be a bag of holding. She sits down at a table. She seemed to be aging multiple years every few minutes.
The Door of the tavern swings open, and an old lady walks in. She is wearing a fine red dress and a scarlet cloak. She has green eyes and grey hair. She look quite pale, and exhausted. She also carried a lyre, as well as what seems to be a bag of holding. She sits down at a table. She seemed to be aging multiple years every few minutes.
The Door of the tavern swings open, and an old lady walks in. She is wearing a fine red dress and a scarlet cloak. She has green eyes and grey hair. She look quite pale, and exhausted. She also carried a lyre, as well as what seems to be a bag of holding. She sits down at a table. She seemed to be aging multiple years every few minutes.
"No" He says and chuckles
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
Hmm... Did you kill it?"
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
waitin on ya, ella
The cat is jolted awake by the Grim Sweepers hollow and haunting voice, SORRY TO DISTURB YOU AS YOU WASTE WHAT LITTLE TIME YOU HAVE ON THIS EARTH LEFT, BUT I WOULD LIKE TO ASK HOW MANY OF YOUR LIVES DO YOU HAVE LEFT?
*Mornin*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Here*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Lonely again*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Still lonely*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Ello’*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Haberdasheries. This seems fun.
*alright. Are undead characters allowed?*
*alright. Time to start typing*
An undead character you say? You should introduce them to the towering, dusty figure of shadow that stands in a dark corner of Lord's Rest, observing its inhabitants.
Red Raven walks by the figure and says, “Stop being so edgy sweeps.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The Door of the tavern swings open, and an old lady walks in. She is wearing a fine red dress and a scarlet cloak. She has green eyes and grey hair. She look quite pale, and exhausted. She also carried a lyre, as well as what seems to be a bag of holding. She sits down at a table. She seemed to be aging multiple years every few minutes.
I AM SORRY IF I SEEM STRANGE. I AM MERELY ATTEMPTING TO UNDERSTAND THE LIVING.
Sylvan puts a plate of food in front of them.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“We like living and want to make the most of it. What’s there not to understand?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Thank you.” She coughs, looking up at them.
“You’re welcome. Do you need anything else?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“No. I’m fine. I’m Alexandria, by the way.”