Look around there are no tricks to pass the time Forever occupied with greener grass upon her mind And finds no satisfaction in the finest of distractions Though she dolls herself up she will never quench her passion
We theorized that the greatest form of torture Is to keep her here and to endlessly ignore her Took it to market and we did obtain Loneliness is our darkest brand of pain
A dark red carriage is drawn by two black horses down the road to the tavern. Once it stops slowly, a woman steps out. She wears an off-the-shoulder black gown that is decorated with lace (The Dress) along with a set of silver rings on each of her fingers and a thick silver necklace (The Necklace). Her skin is a light almond color and dappled with freckles. Her hair is light brown and done up in a French twist (Hair) while her eyes and lips are done up in smoky black makeup. She carries a satchel at her side as well as a book in one arm. It is set with onyx covers and metal caps. She mutters to herself before snapping her fingers.
Three crawlers, small demons that look like toads, crawl out of the carriage as well. They begin to grab her things and climb on her shoulder affectionately.
Look around there are no tricks to pass the time Forever occupied with greener grass upon her mind And finds no satisfaction in the finest of distractions Though she dolls herself up she will never quench her passion
We theorized that the greatest form of torture Is to keep her here and to endlessly ignore her Took it to market and we did obtain Loneliness is our darkest brand of pain
A dark red carriage is drawn by two black horses down the road to the tavern. Once it stops slowly, a woman steps out. She wears an off-the-shoulder black gown that is decorated with lace (The Dress) along with a set of silver rings on each of her fingers and a thick silver necklace (The Necklace). Her skin is a light almond color and dappled with freckles. Her hair is light brown and done up in a French twist (Hair) while her eyes and lips are done up in smoky black makeup. She carries a satchel at her side as well as a book in one arm. It is set with onyx covers and metal caps. She mutters to herself before snapping her fingers.
Three crawlers, small demons that look like toads, crawl out of the carriage as well. They begin to grab her things and climb on her shoulder affectionately.
Raphael waves to her. "Who are you?" They ask, nonchalantly.
*Truesight?*
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Look around there are no tricks to pass the time Forever occupied with greener grass upon her mind And finds no satisfaction in the finest of distractions Though she dolls herself up she will never quench her passion
We theorized that the greatest form of torture Is to keep her here and to endlessly ignore her Took it to market and we did obtain Loneliness is our darkest brand of pain
A dark red carriage is drawn by two black horses down the road to the tavern. Once it stops slowly, a woman steps out. She wears an off-the-shoulder black gown that is decorated with lace (The Dress) along with a set of silver rings on each of her fingers and a thick silver necklace (The Necklace). Her skin is a light almond color and dappled with freckles. Her hair is light brown and done up in a French twist (Hair) while her eyes and lips are done up in smoky black makeup. She carries a satchel at her side as well as a book in one arm. It is set with onyx covers and metal caps. She mutters to herself before snapping her fingers.
Three crawlers, small demons that look like toads, crawl out of the carriage as well. They begin to grab her things and climb on her shoulder affectionately.
Raphael waves to her. "Who are you?" They ask, nonchalantly.
*Truesight?*
"My name is Kestrel." She said and scratched the Crawler chin who is perched on her shoulder.
*also since I'm pretty sure he's allowed, imma bring back my light god for a bit just so I have a character*
The candles and lanterns within the tavern seem to flare up, the flash of light blinding nearby patrons for a few moments before dying back down, an androgynous humanoid figure made of pure light standing in the center of the inn wearing a Hawaiian shirt. They stretch a little, before looking around, "Ah, a nice vacation"
*Hi wendigo. How are you doing?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Good so far. Making an Archmage of Conjuration.*
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
*Oooo, sounds fun. Got a name yet?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Lady Kestrel Talenis*
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
( :I )
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Howdy:3*
*I'm not sure if I should rejoin this, cause I'm distracted a lot and might forget to respond...*
Theren is talking to a horse
Phoenix is making a cake.
Droidbait is scrapping Battle Droids.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Look around there are no tricks to pass the time
Forever occupied with greener grass upon her mind
And finds no satisfaction in the finest of distractions
Though she dolls herself up she will never quench her passion
We theorized that the greatest form of torture
Is to keep her here and to endlessly ignore her
Took it to market and we did obtain
Loneliness is our darkest brand of pain
A dark red carriage is drawn by two black horses down the road to the tavern. Once it stops slowly, a woman steps out. She wears an off-the-shoulder black gown that is decorated with lace (The Dress) along with a set of silver rings on each of her fingers and a thick silver necklace (The Necklace). Her skin is a light almond color and dappled with freckles. Her hair is light brown and done up in a French twist (Hair) while her eyes and lips are done up in smoky black makeup. She carries a satchel at her side as well as a book in one arm. It is set with onyx covers and metal caps. She mutters to herself before snapping her fingers.
Three crawlers, small demons that look like toads, crawl out of the carriage as well. They begin to grab her things and climb on her shoulder affectionately.
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
Ihtros looks on. You feeling better, space traveler?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Join if you want, I would be happy to have you back*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Raphael waves to her. "Who are you?" They ask, nonchalantly.
*Truesight?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Ooo, nice name!*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He nods, throwing droids into lava.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"My name is Kestrel." She said and scratched the Crawler chin who is perched on her shoulder.
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
*oki ^^*
*I'll start brewing up some characters to join in*
*also since I'm pretty sure he's allowed, imma bring back my light god for a bit just so I have a character*
The candles and lanterns within the tavern seem to flare up, the flash of light blinding nearby patrons for a few moments before dying back down, an androgynous humanoid figure made of pure light standing in the center of the inn wearing a Hawaiian shirt. They stretch a little, before looking around, "Ah, a nice vacation"
Theren is talking to a horse
Phoenix is making a cake.
Droidbait is standing infront of a grave memorial for his fallen comrades.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*
Stares
When did this place get necromanced?
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*NIKI!!! [HUG]*
*Also same lol, I didn't know*
*Hello. I came back because Phoneix dmed me. How goes it?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now