Screams cut through a village. A half-elf with short black hair, green clothing and eyes, and twin swords of death walks through the destruction. Theren surveys it with cold, dead eyes. A villager tries to stand up to him but is cut down by Theren swiftly. Bodies litter the ground as Theren slowly, methodically eliminates every single person in the village, letting blood bathe the stones. He then makes his way into the woods, trudging across the mud with bloodstained boots, leaving a trail of dripping blood. Theren soon stands in front of a throne of bones hidden in the woods, blood stains his swords as he stares at the figure in the throne. Therens cold dead eyes lock onto the figure as the figure leans forward. The Nameless God speaks, admiration and fear lacing his voice. "Wait....something's different. This isn't the same noble hero I've fought before. No. You've changed. What have you done....?" Theren doesn't respond, merely raising his blades in challenge to his question.
Theren is dragging a corpse through the woods. The Nameless God finally lays dead by Therens hand.
He hears a chuckle from behind him "Do you feel accomplished?"
Theren tilts his head, his cold, dead eyes landing on them. "Do you wish to be next?"
"That would serve no purpose other than to dull my blade. You are not worth the effort"
"I am death itself."
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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.
Rory is smoking on the roof of the shrine, out of view of the people trying to get in
Efflore is working at the bar today, surprisingly good at putting on a show as he pours drinks
-free pick-
Korh accidentally runs into them, distracted.
There is a commotion in the square. There is a half-elf raising a god on a pole. The god seems to be dead.
*Annnd a cutscene*
Screams cut through a village. A half-elf with short black hair, green clothing and eyes, and twin swords of death walks through the destruction. Theren surveys it with cold, dead eyes. A villager tries to stand up to him but is cut down by Theren swiftly. Bodies litter the ground as Theren slowly, methodically eliminates every single person in the village, letting blood bathe the stones. He then makes his way into the woods, trudging across the mud with bloodstained boots, leaving a trail of dripping blood. Theren soon stands in front of a throne of bones hidden in the woods, blood stains his swords as he stares at the figure in the throne. Therens cold dead eyes lock onto the figure as the figure leans forward. The Nameless God speaks, admiration and fear lacing his voice. "Wait....something's different. This isn't the same noble hero I've fought before. No. You've changed. What have you done....?" Theren doesn't respond, merely raising his blades in challenge to his question.
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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.
Screams cut through a village. A half-elf with short black hair, green clothing and eyes, and twin swords of death walks through the destruction. Theren surveys it with cold, dead eyes. A villager tries to stand up to him but is cut down by Theren swiftly. Bodies litter the ground as Theren slowly, methodically eliminates every single person in the village, letting blood bathe the stones. He then makes his way into the woods, trudging across the mud with bloodstained boots, leaving a trail of dripping blood. Theren soon stands in front of a throne of bones hidden in the woods, blood stains his swords as he stares at the figure in the throne. Therens cold dead eyes lock onto the figure as the figure leans forward. The Nameless God speaks, admiration and fear lacing his voice. "Wait....something's different. This isn't the same noble hero I've fought before. No. You've changed. What have you done....?" Theren doesn't respond, merely raising his blades in challenge to his question.
Theren is dragging a corpse through the woods. The Nameless God finally lays dead by Therens hand.
He hears a chuckle from behind him "Do you feel accomplished?"
Theren tilts his head, his cold, dead eyes landing on them. "Do you wish to be next?"
"That would serve no purpose other than to dull my blade. You are not worth the effort"
"I am death itself."
"Ah, another fledgling god who overestimates his powers. Tell me, what hold does death have over a being that cannot die?"
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Rory is smoking on the roof of the shrine, out of view of the people trying to get in
Efflore is working at the bar today, surprisingly good at putting on a show as he pours drinks
-free pick-
Korh accidentally runs into them, distracted.
There is a commotion in the square. There is a half-elf raising a god on a pole. The god seems to be dead.
*Annnd a cutscene*
Screams cut through a village. A half-elf with short black hair, green clothing and eyes, and twin swords of death walks through the destruction. Theren surveys it with cold, dead eyes. A villager tries to stand up to him but is cut down by Theren swiftly. Bodies litter the ground as Theren slowly, methodically eliminates every single person in the village, letting blood bathe the stones. He then makes his way into the woods, trudging across the mud with bloodstained boots, leaving a trail of dripping blood. Theren soon stands in front of a throne of bones hidden in the woods, blood stains his swords as he stares at the figure in the throne. Therens cold dead eyes lock onto the figure as the figure leans forward. The Nameless God speaks, admiration and fear lacing his voice. "Wait....something's different. This isn't the same noble hero I've fought before. No. You've changed. What have you done....?" Theren doesn't respond, merely raising his blades in challenge to his question.
Quinn stumbles a little bit, catching themselves on the trooper, "Jeez big guy, careful" He says with a soft chuckle
Rory watches from the rooftop, curling up as he trys to ignore the emotions this provokes
Screams cut through a village. A half-elf with short black hair, green clothing and eyes, and twin swords of death walks through the destruction. Theren surveys it with cold, dead eyes. A villager tries to stand up to him but is cut down by Theren swiftly. Bodies litter the ground as Theren slowly, methodically eliminates every single person in the village, letting blood bathe the stones. He then makes his way into the woods, trudging across the mud with bloodstained boots, leaving a trail of dripping blood. Theren soon stands in front of a throne of bones hidden in the woods, blood stains his swords as he stares at the figure in the throne. Therens cold dead eyes lock onto the figure as the figure leans forward. The Nameless God speaks, admiration and fear lacing his voice. "Wait....something's different. This isn't the same noble hero I've fought before. No. You've changed. What have you done....?" Theren doesn't respond, merely raising his blades in challenge to his question.
Theren is dragging a corpse through the woods. The Nameless God finally lays dead by Therens hand.
He hears a chuckle from behind him "Do you feel accomplished?"
Theren tilts his head, his cold, dead eyes landing on them. "Do you wish to be next?"
"That would serve no purpose other than to dull my blade. You are not worth the effort"
"I am death itself."
"Ah, another fledgling god who overestimates his powers. Tell me, what hold does death have over a being that cannot die?"
"You may not be able to die but I can put you through a world of pain."
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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.
Rory is smoking on the roof of the shrine, out of view of the people trying to get in
Efflore is working at the bar today, surprisingly good at putting on a show as he pours drinks
-free pick-
Korh accidentally runs into them, distracted.
There is a commotion in the square. There is a half-elf raising a god on a pole. The god seems to be dead.
*Annnd a cutscene*
Screams cut through a village. A half-elf with short black hair, green clothing and eyes, and twin swords of death walks through the destruction. Theren surveys it with cold, dead eyes. A villager tries to stand up to him but is cut down by Theren swiftly. Bodies litter the ground as Theren slowly, methodically eliminates every single person in the village, letting blood bathe the stones. He then makes his way into the woods, trudging across the mud with bloodstained boots, leaving a trail of dripping blood. Theren soon stands in front of a throne of bones hidden in the woods, blood stains his swords as he stares at the figure in the throne. Therens cold dead eyes lock onto the figure as the figure leans forward. The Nameless God speaks, admiration and fear lacing his voice. "Wait....something's different. This isn't the same noble hero I've fought before. No. You've changed. What have you done....?" Theren doesn't respond, merely raising his blades in challenge to his question.
Quinn stumbles a little bit, catching themselves on the trooper, "Jeez big guy, careful" He says with a soft chuckle
Rory watches from the rooftop, curling up as he trys to ignore the emotions this provokes
"O-oh hey Quinn. S-sorry bout that."
Theren looks at the townspeople with soulless, dead eyes. Two swords appear in his hands. "You all have been chosen for a cleansing."
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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.
Screams cut through a village. A half-elf with short black hair, green clothing and eyes, and twin swords of death walks through the destruction. Theren surveys it with cold, dead eyes. A villager tries to stand up to him but is cut down by Theren swiftly. Bodies litter the ground as Theren slowly, methodically eliminates every single person in the village, letting blood bathe the stones. He then makes his way into the woods, trudging across the mud with bloodstained boots, leaving a trail of dripping blood. Theren soon stands in front of a throne of bones hidden in the woods, blood stains his swords as he stares at the figure in the throne. Therens cold dead eyes lock onto the figure as the figure leans forward. The Nameless God speaks, admiration and fear lacing his voice. "Wait....something's different. This isn't the same noble hero I've fought before. No. You've changed. What have you done....?" Theren doesn't respond, merely raising his blades in challenge to his question.
Theren is dragging a corpse through the woods. The Nameless God finally lays dead by Therens hand.
He hears a chuckle from behind him "Do you feel accomplished?"
Theren tilts his head, his cold, dead eyes landing on them. "Do you wish to be next?"
"That would serve no purpose other than to dull my blade. You are not worth the effort"
"I am death itself."
"Ah, another fledgling god who overestimates his powers. Tell me, what hold does death have over a being that cannot die?"
"You may not be able to die but I can put you through a world of pain."
He his hand on the hilt of his sword "Do you really wish to try that?"
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Screams cut through a village. A half-elf with short black hair, green clothing and eyes, and twin swords of death walks through the destruction. Theren surveys it with cold, dead eyes. A villager tries to stand up to him but is cut down by Theren swiftly. Bodies litter the ground as Theren slowly, methodically eliminates every single person in the village, letting blood bathe the stones. He then makes his way into the woods, trudging across the mud with bloodstained boots, leaving a trail of dripping blood. Theren soon stands in front of a throne of bones hidden in the woods, blood stains his swords as he stares at the figure in the throne. Therens cold dead eyes lock onto the figure as the figure leans forward. The Nameless God speaks, admiration and fear lacing his voice. "Wait....something's different. This isn't the same noble hero I've fought before. No. You've changed. What have you done....?" Theren doesn't respond, merely raising his blades in challenge to his question.
Theren is dragging a corpse through the woods. The Nameless God finally lays dead by Therens hand.
He hears a chuckle from behind him "Do you feel accomplished?"
Theren tilts his head, his cold, dead eyes landing on them. "Do you wish to be next?"
"That would serve no purpose other than to dull my blade. You are not worth the effort"
"I am death itself."
"Ah, another fledgling god who overestimates his powers. Tell me, what hold does death have over a being that cannot die?"
"You may not be able to die but I can put you through a world of pain."
He his hand on the hilt of his sword "Do you really wish to try that?"
"I could." he says evenly.
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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.
Screams cut through a village. A half-elf with short black hair, green clothing and eyes, and twin swords of death walks through the destruction. Theren surveys it with cold, dead eyes. A villager tries to stand up to him but is cut down by Theren swiftly. Bodies litter the ground as Theren slowly, methodically eliminates every single person in the village, letting blood bathe the stones. He then makes his way into the woods, trudging across the mud with bloodstained boots, leaving a trail of dripping blood. Theren soon stands in front of a throne of bones hidden in the woods, blood stains his swords as he stares at the figure in the throne. Therens cold dead eyes lock onto the figure as the figure leans forward. The Nameless God speaks, admiration and fear lacing his voice. "Wait....something's different. This isn't the same noble hero I've fought before. No. You've changed. What have you done....?" Theren doesn't respond, merely raising his blades in challenge to his question.
Theren is dragging a corpse through the woods. The Nameless God finally lays dead by Therens hand.
He hears a chuckle from behind him "Do you feel accomplished?"
Theren tilts his head, his cold, dead eyes landing on them. "Do you wish to be next?"
"That would serve no purpose other than to dull my blade. You are not worth the effort"
"I am death itself."
"Ah, another fledgling god who overestimates his powers. Tell me, what hold does death have over a being that cannot die?"
"You may not be able to die but I can put you through a world of pain."
He his hand on the hilt of his sword "Do you really wish to try that?"
"I could." he says evenly.
"Save me the trouble and don't try to fight"
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Rory is smoking on the roof of the shrine, out of view of the people trying to get in
Efflore is working at the bar today, surprisingly good at putting on a show as he pours drinks
-free pick-
Korh accidentally runs into them, distracted.
There is a commotion in the square. There is a half-elf raising a god on a pole. The god seems to be dead.
*Annnd a cutscene*
Screams cut through a village. A half-elf with short black hair, green clothing and eyes, and twin swords of death walks through the destruction. Theren surveys it with cold, dead eyes. A villager tries to stand up to him but is cut down by Theren swiftly. Bodies litter the ground as Theren slowly, methodically eliminates every single person in the village, letting blood bathe the stones. He then makes his way into the woods, trudging across the mud with bloodstained boots, leaving a trail of dripping blood. Theren soon stands in front of a throne of bones hidden in the woods, blood stains his swords as he stares at the figure in the throne. Therens cold dead eyes lock onto the figure as the figure leans forward. The Nameless God speaks, admiration and fear lacing his voice. "Wait....something's different. This isn't the same noble hero I've fought before. No. You've changed. What have you done....?" Theren doesn't respond, merely raising his blades in challenge to his question.
Quinn stumbles a little bit, catching themselves on the trooper, "Jeez big guy, careful" He says with a soft chuckle
Rory watches from the rooftop, curling up as he trys to ignore the emotions this provokes
"O-oh hey Quinn. S-sorry bout that."
Theren looks at the townspeople with soulless, dead eyes. Two swords appear in his hands. "You all have been chosen for a cleansing."
"Its ok" He smiles warmly, "So where you off to in such a rush?"
Rory sighs, coming down and heading for the square despite what he's telling himself
Screams cut through a village. A half-elf with short black hair, green clothing and eyes, and twin swords of death walks through the destruction. Theren surveys it with cold, dead eyes. A villager tries to stand up to him but is cut down by Theren swiftly. Bodies litter the ground as Theren slowly, methodically eliminates every single person in the village, letting blood bathe the stones. He then makes his way into the woods, trudging across the mud with bloodstained boots, leaving a trail of dripping blood. Theren soon stands in front of a throne of bones hidden in the woods, blood stains his swords as he stares at the figure in the throne. Therens cold dead eyes lock onto the figure as the figure leans forward. The Nameless God speaks, admiration and fear lacing his voice. "Wait....something's different. This isn't the same noble hero I've fought before. No. You've changed. What have you done....?" Theren doesn't respond, merely raising his blades in challenge to his question.
Theren is dragging a corpse through the woods. The Nameless God finally lays dead by Therens hand.
He hears a chuckle from behind him "Do you feel accomplished?"
Theren tilts his head, his cold, dead eyes landing on them. "Do you wish to be next?"
"That would serve no purpose other than to dull my blade. You are not worth the effort"
"I am death itself."
"Ah, another fledgling god who overestimates his powers. Tell me, what hold does death have over a being that cannot die?"
"You may not be able to die but I can put you through a world of pain."
He his hand on the hilt of his sword "Do you really wish to try that?"
"I could." he says evenly.
"Save me the trouble and don't try to fight"
"Nah, I'm good."
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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.
Rory is smoking on the roof of the shrine, out of view of the people trying to get in
Efflore is working at the bar today, surprisingly good at putting on a show as he pours drinks
-free pick-
Korh accidentally runs into them, distracted.
There is a commotion in the square. There is a half-elf raising a god on a pole. The god seems to be dead.
*Annnd a cutscene*
Screams cut through a village. A half-elf with short black hair, green clothing and eyes, and twin swords of death walks through the destruction. Theren surveys it with cold, dead eyes. A villager tries to stand up to him but is cut down by Theren swiftly. Bodies litter the ground as Theren slowly, methodically eliminates every single person in the village, letting blood bathe the stones. He then makes his way into the woods, trudging across the mud with bloodstained boots, leaving a trail of dripping blood. Theren soon stands in front of a throne of bones hidden in the woods, blood stains his swords as he stares at the figure in the throne. Therens cold dead eyes lock onto the figure as the figure leans forward. The Nameless God speaks, admiration and fear lacing his voice. "Wait....something's different. This isn't the same noble hero I've fought before. No. You've changed. What have you done....?" Theren doesn't respond, merely raising his blades in challenge to his question.
Quinn stumbles a little bit, catching themselves on the trooper, "Jeez big guy, careful" He says with a soft chuckle
Rory watches from the rooftop, curling up as he trys to ignore the emotions this provokes
"O-oh hey Quinn. S-sorry bout that."
Theren looks at the townspeople with soulless, dead eyes. Two swords appear in his hands. "You all have been chosen for a cleansing."
"Its ok" He smiles warmly, "So where you off to in such a rush?"
Rory sighs, coming down and heading for the square despite what he's telling himself
"J-just gotta get back to my camp."
Theren has already fell a few people. Some try to fight while others flee.
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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.
Rory is smoking on the roof of the shrine, out of view of the people trying to get in
Efflore is working at the bar today, surprisingly good at putting on a show as he pours drinks
-free pick-
Korh accidentally runs into them, distracted.
There is a commotion in the square. There is a half-elf raising a god on a pole. The god seems to be dead.
*Annnd a cutscene*
Screams cut through a village. A half-elf with short black hair, green clothing and eyes, and twin swords of death walks through the destruction. Theren surveys it with cold, dead eyes. A villager tries to stand up to him but is cut down by Theren swiftly. Bodies litter the ground as Theren slowly, methodically eliminates every single person in the village, letting blood bathe the stones. He then makes his way into the woods, trudging across the mud with bloodstained boots, leaving a trail of dripping blood. Theren soon stands in front of a throne of bones hidden in the woods, blood stains his swords as he stares at the figure in the throne. Therens cold dead eyes lock onto the figure as the figure leans forward. The Nameless God speaks, admiration and fear lacing his voice. "Wait....something's different. This isn't the same noble hero I've fought before. No. You've changed. What have you done....?" Theren doesn't respond, merely raising his blades in challenge to his question.
Quinn stumbles a little bit, catching themselves on the trooper, "Jeez big guy, careful" He says with a soft chuckle
Rory watches from the rooftop, curling up as he trys to ignore the emotions this provokes
"O-oh hey Quinn. S-sorry bout that."
Theren looks at the townspeople with soulless, dead eyes. Two swords appear in his hands. "You all have been chosen for a cleansing."
"Its ok" He smiles warmly, "So where you off to in such a rush?"
Rory sighs, coming down and heading for the square despite what he's telling himself
"J-just gotta get back to my camp."
Theren has already fell a few people. Some try to fight while others flee.
"Oooo, can I come?" He asks, holding into their arm
Rory directs those who flee towards the shrine, dropping his cigarette along the way as he lets out a breath, "I'm sorry for my intrusion, but thats enough." He says to theren
Rory is smoking on the roof of the shrine, out of view of the people trying to get in
Efflore is working at the bar today, surprisingly good at putting on a show as he pours drinks
-free pick-
Korh accidentally runs into them, distracted.
There is a commotion in the square. There is a half-elf raising a god on a pole. The god seems to be dead.
*Annnd a cutscene*
Screams cut through a village. A half-elf with short black hair, green clothing and eyes, and twin swords of death walks through the destruction. Theren surveys it with cold, dead eyes. A villager tries to stand up to him but is cut down by Theren swiftly. Bodies litter the ground as Theren slowly, methodically eliminates every single person in the village, letting blood bathe the stones. He then makes his way into the woods, trudging across the mud with bloodstained boots, leaving a trail of dripping blood. Theren soon stands in front of a throne of bones hidden in the woods, blood stains his swords as he stares at the figure in the throne. Therens cold dead eyes lock onto the figure as the figure leans forward. The Nameless God speaks, admiration and fear lacing his voice. "Wait....something's different. This isn't the same noble hero I've fought before. No. You've changed. What have you done....?" Theren doesn't respond, merely raising his blades in challenge to his question.
Quinn stumbles a little bit, catching themselves on the trooper, "Jeez big guy, careful" He says with a soft chuckle
Rory watches from the rooftop, curling up as he trys to ignore the emotions this provokes
"O-oh hey Quinn. S-sorry bout that."
Theren looks at the townspeople with soulless, dead eyes. Two swords appear in his hands. "You all have been chosen for a cleansing."
"Its ok" He smiles warmly, "So where you off to in such a rush?"
Rory sighs, coming down and heading for the square despite what he's telling himself
"J-just gotta get back to my camp."
Theren has already fell a few people. Some try to fight while others flee.
"Oooo, can I come?" He asks, holding into their arm
Rory directs those who flee towards the shrine, dropping his cigarette along the way as he lets out a breath, "I'm sorry for my intrusion, but thats enough." He says to theren
"Sure." he says, sounding flustered.
"Who are you to say?"
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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.
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"SHUT UP!" *make a dex save*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I am death itself."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"So angry." Dex:24
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Korh accidentally runs into them, distracted.
There is a commotion in the square. There is a half-elf raising a god on a pole. The god seems to be dead.
*Annnd a cutscene*
Screams cut through a village. A half-elf with short black hair, green clothing and eyes, and twin swords of death walks through the destruction. Theren surveys it with cold, dead eyes. A villager tries to stand up to him but is cut down by Theren swiftly. Bodies litter the ground as Theren slowly, methodically eliminates every single person in the village, letting blood bathe the stones. He then makes his way into the woods, trudging across the mud with bloodstained boots, leaving a trail of dripping blood. Theren soon stands in front of a throne of bones hidden in the woods, blood stains his swords as he stares at the figure in the throne. Therens cold dead eyes lock onto the figure as the figure leans forward. The Nameless God speaks, admiration and fear lacing his voice. "Wait....something's different. This isn't the same noble hero I've fought before. No. You've changed. What have you done....?" Theren doesn't respond, merely raising his blades in challenge to his question.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
You are pushed back 30 feet as the ground become more unstable.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Ah, another fledgling god who overestimates his powers. Tell me, what hold does death have over a being that cannot die?"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Geto smiles "Very much like Togi." He simply puts his hands back in his sleeves and begins to walk away.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Quinn stumbles a little bit, catching themselves on the trooper, "Jeez big guy, careful" He says with a soft chuckle
Rory watches from the rooftop, curling up as he trys to ignore the emotions this provokes
"You may not be able to die but I can put you through a world of pain."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"O-oh hey Quinn. S-sorry bout that."
Theren looks at the townspeople with soulless, dead eyes. Two swords appear in his hands. "You all have been chosen for a cleansing."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He his hand on the hilt of his sword "Do you really wish to try that?"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"I could." he says evenly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Save me the trouble and don't try to fight"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Its ok" He smiles warmly, "So where you off to in such a rush?"
Rory sighs, coming down and heading for the square despite what he's telling himself
*ooo, I can do something >:)*
Quinn watches from a bit away, "Well, never thought you'd show up." He says with a smile
"Nah, I'm good."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"J-just gotta get back to my camp."
Theren has already fell a few people. Some try to fight while others flee.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*greetings friends*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Oooo, can I come?" He asks, holding into their arm
Rory directs those who flee towards the shrine, dropping his cigarette along the way as he lets out a breath, "I'm sorry for my intrusion, but thats enough." He says to theren
"Sure." he says, sounding flustered.
"Who are you to say?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.