Felix is eepin' in the woods, clutching a half-empty bottle of gourmet brandy. He looks super soft and cozy.
Cathan is laying against a wall in an alley, clutching his side and thrashing in pain and terror. His sobs are painfully loud.
Prospero is inspiring the citizenry the best he can.
Loriche is heading back to camp and almost trips over him.
Riotan, attracted by pain, makes his way to the alley.
He wakes up. "Oh.. hey." He holds out a handpaw. "I'm Felix. Do you know where I am?"
Cathan's red eyes turn. "You... you want to take it from me, don't you? Rotten... traitor!" He spits, but his entire head is covered by his headscarf, so it doesn't go anywhere.
“Uh, the southern part of the woods. I’m Loriche.”
Riotan examines Cathan with interest from a distance. “I’m not here to take anything from you. Your suffering is just so aromatic, I had to see whatever could be triggering it.”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Kazekiri, the Wind Yokai, is playing a round of Sugoruko against a Spirit. She is helping them learn it while also being sneaky and letting them win. She sips a fresh cup of green tea that seems to refill every couple of seconds.
Krist is stitching his coat up from where it had torn on some brambles. He hums to himself, a song about people praying to the gods of war to save them from certain doom in a battle.
Something watches them, Kazekiri cannot easily tell where from, though they know for certain it is not a fellow spirit, something far worse, more vile and evil.
John is sharpening his blade, and eating the bones of smited skeletons, a song of his own being hummed, until he begins to hear theirs, listening silently, providing the occasional foot tap.
She raises a brow, looking up. With a wave of her hand, she summons her pipe. Its made of bird bone and shaped like rolling clouds. She lights it, taking a deep inhale and exhaling. [The mixture allows her eyes to see creatures ' auras for up to 100 ft.]
Krsit looks up, smiling warmly. He stands up, leaning on his cane and hobbling over. "Hello son.. How are you?"
She finds Shredder, watching them both from the treetops, not invisible, simply so stealthy that he was barely able to be noticed. He looks them in the eyes, standing on a tree branch that should support his weight.
John takes his blade off his lap, sticking it into the ground, placing down the rib he was eating "I am doing well. How are you elder?"
She chuckles to herself and watches him for a moment before standing up. She bows to the spirit, and it disappears before her. She walks over to him, looking up and tilting her head "May I help you?"
"I am well, thank you." He said, pushing his glasses back up his nose "What are you making? Looks like a fine blade."
He steps from the tree branch to the ground, his eyes cold as stone "You were letting them win by a large margin." He says, squinting at them, malice emanating from every facet of his being.
He puts the blade into his lap, shining like the sun in the sky with holy power "Thank you, it is what I use to smite the unholy. My only companion during the crusades."
She nods "I am. Is that an issue for you?" She asked, raising a brow.
"A very good blade indeed, well made in every facet. Good swords are hard to find these days unfortunately."
He crosses his arms "How is someone meant to improve when they are coddled into weakness?"
"Thank you, I have been keeping it best I can. I do not know the forger of this blade, but I thank them greatly for it."
She laughs "They're a beginner, better to let them get to know the game and work up from there." she said, folding her arms.
He nods "Where do you come from if I may ask? I have not seen you around before."
He wakes up. "Oh.. hey." He holds out a handpaw. "I'm Felix. Do you know where I am?"
Cathan's red eyes turn. "You... you want to take it from me, don't you? Rotten... traitor!" He spits, but his entire head is covered by his headscarf, so it doesn't go anywhere.
“Uh, the southern part of the woods. I’m Loriche.”
Riotan examines Cathan with interest from a distance. “I’m not here to take anything from you. Your suffering is just so aromatic, I had to see whatever could be triggering it.”
"Cool. Hey Loriche. I was trying to ascend to godhood, but I guess my brandy wasn't strong enough. I'm not even hung over."
"Hhhhhakekeke... their bayonets... they spiral them. Their bullets... all dumdum rounds... you see how they expand in the body? See how they just rip you open, gut you like an animal?" He hisses through his teeth. "They'll gas the (GP)ers soon enough... I worked on it, you know... it'll burn like hell... and that's before we ignite it..."
He wakes up. "Oh.. hey." He holds out a handpaw. "I'm Felix. Do you know where I am?"
Cathan's red eyes turn. "You... you want to take it from me, don't you? Rotten... traitor!" He spits, but his entire head is covered by his headscarf, so it doesn't go anywhere.
“Uh, the southern part of the woods. I’m Loriche.”
Riotan examines Cathan with interest from a distance. “I’m not here to take anything from you. Your suffering is just so aromatic, I had to see whatever could be triggering it.”
"Cool. Hey Loriche. I was trying to ascend to godhood, but I guess my brandy wasn't strong enough. I'm not even hung over."
"Hhhhhakekeke... their bayonets... they spiral them. Their bullets... all dumdum rounds... you see how they expand in the body? See how they just rip you open, gut you like an animal?" He hisses through his teeth. "They'll gas the (GP)ers soon enough... I worked on it, you know... it'll burn like hell... and that's before we ignite it..."
“You were trying to get so drunk you became a god?” She looks perplexed. “What research is that based on?”
Riotan looks intrigued, sitting cross-legged next to Cathan. “Ooh! Sounds like fun. You’re using a lot of nonspecific pronouns though, and I don’t know who any of these people are.”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hey real quick question, how do you guys pronounce Loriche in your heads? I’ve always pronounced it LORE-ih-kay but using ‘ch’ probably made it ambiguous.*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She laughs "They're a beginner, better to let them get to know the game and work up from there." she said, folding her arms.
He nods "Where do you come from if I may ask? I have not seen you around before."
"Hmm. Unorthodox, but I suppose anyone can learn, no matter the teacher." He says standing against a tree, the only skin visible is terribly scarred.
He gains a distant look "I am from somewhere far away, somewhere I can't go back to."
She smiles "Have you played before?" She asked.
"Ah... I am sorry for bringing it up."
He uncrosses his arms "I have not, I assume you are offering to play?"
He sighs "No no, don't be sorry. I am fine, it was my choice."
She shrugs and smiles slyly, walking back to her spot.
"Still, I know how painful memories can be my friend." He says and nods, gripping his cane.
He stands in the spot the other spirit stood, waiting for them to begin.
He puts his blade back into it's sheath "I had chosen to abandon my family to protect them from starvation, but once I came back I was a different man,"
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'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Cool. Hey Loriche. I was trying to ascend to godhood, but I guess my brandy wasn't strong enough. I'm not even hung over."
"Hhhhhakekeke... their bayonets... they spiral them. Their bullets... all dumdum rounds... you see how they expand in the body? See how they just rip you open, gut you like an animal?" He hisses through his teeth. "They'll gas the (GP)ers soon enough... I worked on it, you know... it'll burn like hell... and that's before we ignite it..."
“You were trying to get so drunk you became a god?” She looks perplexed. “What research is that based on?”
Riotan looks intrigued, sitting cross-legged next to Cathan. “Ooh! Sounds like fun. You’re using a lot of nonspecific pronouns though, and I don’t know who any of these people are.”
"Well, it's an ancient ritual to become a Gourmet Spirit. First I need to consume some special food and drink that gives me like, superpowers and stuff." He hugs her, clearly still intoxicated. He feels like a teddy bear.
"Hakekeke... you think they tell us who we're killing? No, they send us out into these trenches, tell us to kill everything in sight... They do the same for the other side, I'm sure. I've treated the injuries for both of us. Look at them..." he points to a piece of trash on the ground. "...they look like a can of chili mac... dumped out on top the pavement and walked on for three days... good Gods... I can't heal this (GP)!"
Blanc the flower girl is at her stand, sticking out her blue tounge as she's tending to a flowering cherry tree bonsai, despite the fact it should definitely not be in bloom
Truesight:
There is a invisible ghost that looks exactly like Blanc, happily admiring the bonsai
Olive is in the forest laying on the Forrest floor next to an empty but foul smelling pickle jar and a pot of tea that smells like dirt, hardtack and... Is that smell orca blood? She's staring at the sky, clearly out of it. "woooaahh..."
She laughs "They're a beginner, better to let them get to know the game and work up from there." she said, folding her arms.
He nods "Where do you come from if I may ask? I have not seen you around before."
"Hmm. Unorthodox, but I suppose anyone can learn, no matter the teacher." He says standing against a tree, the only skin visible is terribly scarred.
He gains a distant look "I am from somewhere far away, somewhere I can't go back to."
She smiles "Have you played before?" She asked.
"Ah... I am sorry for bringing it up."
He uncrosses his arms "I have not, I assume you are offering to play?"
He sighs "No no, don't be sorry. I am fine, it was my choice."
She shrugs and smiles slyly, walking back to her spot.
"Still, I know how painful memories can be my friend." He says and nods, gripping his cane.
He stands in the spot the other spirit stood, waiting for them to begin.
He puts his blade back into it's sheath "I had chosen to abandon my family to protect them from starvation, but once I came back I was a different man,"
"Cool. Hey Loriche. I was trying to ascend to godhood, but I guess my brandy wasn't strong enough. I'm not even hung over."
"Hhhhhakekeke... their bayonets... they spiral them. Their bullets... all dumdum rounds... you see how they expand in the body? See how they just rip you open, gut you like an animal?" He hisses through his teeth. "They'll gas the (GP)ers soon enough... I worked on it, you know... it'll burn like hell... and that's before we ignite it..."
“You were trying to get so drunk you became a god?” She looks perplexed. “What research is that based on?”
Riotan looks intrigued, sitting cross-legged next to Cathan. “Ooh! Sounds like fun. You’re using a lot of nonspecific pronouns though, and I don’t know who any of these people are.”
"Well, it's an ancient ritual to become a Gourmet Spirit. First I need to consume some special food and drink that gives me like, superpowers and stuff." He hugs her, clearly still intoxicated. He feels like a teddy bear.
"Hakekeke... you think they tell us who we're killing? No, they send us out into these trenches, tell us to kill everything in sight... They do the same for the other side, I'm sure. I've treated the injuries for both of us. Look at them..." he points to a piece of trash on the ground. "...they look like a can of chili mac... dumped out on top the pavement and walked on for three days... good Gods... I can't heal this (GP)!"
She pushes him away slightly, rather uncomfortable. “And it didn’t work?”
Riotan cocks his head to one side, his green eyes boring into Cathan’s. This is very amusing to him. Riotan attempts to use his abilities to see what Cathan’s witnessing right now. Make a Wisdom save.
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A stoic-looking ranger enters the inn, with a small child trailing behind him. The ranger is tall and dark with a stubbly face and short black coily hair, wearing a ranger's cloak and sigil, his longbow slung over his back. The little girl following him hardly looks anything like him, with coppery skin and a thick, fluffy mane of auburn hair poorly half-tucked into a wool cap. She wears large puffy gloves and shoes. As they walk in, she asks the ranger question after curious question and he gladly answers.
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She laughs "They're a beginner, better to let them get to know the game and work up from there." she said, folding her arms.
He nods "Where do you come from if I may ask? I have not seen you around before."
"Hmm. Unorthodox, but I suppose anyone can learn, no matter the teacher." He says standing against a tree, the only skin visible is terribly scarred.
He gains a distant look "I am from somewhere far away, somewhere I can't go back to."
She smiles "Have you played before?" She asked.
"Ah... I am sorry for bringing it up."
He uncrosses his arms "I have not, I assume you are offering to play?"
He sighs "No no, don't be sorry. I am fine, it was my choice."
She shrugs and smiles slyly, walking back to her spot.
"Still, I know how painful memories can be my friend." He says and nods, gripping his cane.
He stands in the spot the other spirit stood, waiting for them to begin.
He puts his blade back into it's sheath "I had chosen to abandon my family to protect them from starvation, but once I came back I was a different man,"
She throws the dice on to the board [ 64 ]
"How so?" He asks, leaning on his cane.
*Leaving that to you.*
"I had already given myself into the violence, I became someone unbefitting of such a good family."
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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.'
"Well, it's an ancient ritual to become a Gourmet Spirit. First I need to consume some special food and drink that gives me like, superpowers and stuff." He hugs her, clearly still intoxicated. He feels like a teddy bear.
"Hakekeke... you think they tell us who we're killing? No, they send us out into these trenches, tell us to kill everything in sight... They do the same for the other side, I'm sure. I've treated the injuries for both of us. Look at them..." he points to a piece of trash on the ground. "...they look like a can of chili mac... dumped out on top the pavement and walked on for three days... good Gods... I can't heal this (GP)!"
She pushes him away slightly, rather uncomfortable. “And it didn’t work?”
Riotan cocks his head to one side, his green eyes boring into Cathan’s. This is very amusing to him. Riotan attempts to use his abilities to see what Cathan’s witnessing right now. Make a Wisdom save.
He falls over. "No, I think it worked, I just didn't get accepted into the Spirit World. I think I might have to die first. I'll check the books before I do anything rash."
Auto fail since he's too out of his gourd to resist it. Riotan is suddenly pulled into a world of drug-addled agony. The frontlines of an absolute meat grinder of a war. People ripped to shreds but unable to die. The dead walk the earth. Faith and pain drive. He's looking around, probably admiring all the pain, when suddenly he sees a man standing there, mangled beyond belief and dressed in a medic uniform. Cathan himself. Burned to a crisp by his own gas, too afraid to move or even breathe, pointing to the medical tent with one hand and holding the severed arm of an incinerated comrade in the other. You would think him a grotesque statue, but the bodily fluids pouring from his half-melted body say otherwise. His veiny eyes slowly turn to Riotan.
"Well, it's an ancient ritual to become a Gourmet Spirit. First I need to consume some special food and drink that gives me like, superpowers and stuff." He hugs her, clearly still intoxicated. He feels like a teddy bear.
"Hakekeke... you think they tell us who we're killing? No, they send us out into these trenches, tell us to kill everything in sight... They do the same for the other side, I'm sure. I've treated the injuries for both of us. Look at them..." he points to a piece of trash on the ground. "...they look like a can of chili mac... dumped out on top the pavement and walked on for three days... good Gods... I can't heal this (GP)!"
She pushes him away slightly, rather uncomfortable. “And it didn’t work?”
Riotan cocks his head to one side, his green eyes boring into Cathan’s. This is very amusing to him. Riotan attempts to use his abilities to see what Cathan’s witnessing right now. Make a Wisdom save.
He falls over. "No, I think it worked, I just didn't get accepted into the Spirit World. I think I might have to die first. I'll check the books before I do anything rash."
Auto fail since he's too out of his gourd to resist it. Riotan is suddenly pulled into a world of drug-addled agony. The frontlines of an absolute meat grinder of a war. People ripped to shreds but unable to die. The dead walk the earth. Faith and pain drive. He's looking around, probably admiring all the pain, when suddenly he sees a man standing there, mangled beyond belief and dressed in a medic uniform. Cathan himself. Burned to a crisp by his own gas, too afraid to move or even breathe, pointing to the medical tent with one hand and holding the severed arm of an incinerated comrade in the other. You would think him a grotesque statue, but the bodily fluids pouring from his half-melted body say otherwise. His veiny eyes slowly turn to Riotan.
She worriedly and hurriedly helps him up. “WHOA! Look pal, I’ve heard stories about people dying because they thought it would make them gods. It never works. When you die, you either come back to this world or stay dead.”
Riotan is almost overwhelmed by the sheer quantity of misery and torment flooding his senses. For him, this is a veritable paradise.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A stoic-looking ranger enters the inn, with a small child trailing behind him. The ranger is tall and dark with a stubbly face and short black coily hair, wearing a ranger's cloak and sigil, his longbow slung over his back. The little girl following him hardly looks anything like him, with coppery skin and a thick, fluffy mane of auburn hair poorly half-tucked into a wool cap. She wears large puffy gloves and shoes. As they walk in, she asks the ranger question after curious question and he gladly answers.
A few moments after them someone else walks into the inn. Unlike the warm scene with the two he is absolutely drenched in blood. He is a well built man wearing a breastplate and leather armor, a shortsword in a scabbard to his size and a buckler on his arm. He smells of blood, sweat, and steel. He isn't bleeding from anywhere visible, the fur on his shoulder soaked in blood. He looks like a typical adventurer as he silently sits down in the inn.
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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.'
“Uh, the southern part of the woods. I’m Loriche.”
Riotan examines Cathan with interest from a distance. “I’m not here to take anything from you. Your suffering is just so aromatic, I had to see whatever could be triggering it.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She laughs "They're a beginner, better to let them get to know the game and work up from there." she said, folding her arms.
He nods "Where do you come from if I may ask? I have not seen you around before."
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. Unorthodox, but I suppose anyone can learn, no matter the teacher." He says standing against a tree, the only skin visible is terribly scarred.
He gains a distant look "I am from somewhere far away, somewhere I can't go back to."
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.)
"Cool. Hey Loriche. I was trying to ascend to godhood, but I guess my brandy wasn't strong enough. I'm not even hung over."
"Hhhhhakekeke... their bayonets... they spiral them. Their bullets... all dumdum rounds... you see how they expand in the body? See how they just rip you open, gut you like an animal?" He hisses through his teeth. "They'll gas the (GP)ers soon enough... I worked on it, you know... it'll burn like hell... and that's before we ignite it..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She smiles "Have you played before?" She asked.
"Ah... I am sorry for bringing it up."
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 uncrosses his arms "I have not, I assume you are offering to play?"
He sighs "No no, don't be sorry. I am fine, it was my choice."
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.)
“You were trying to get so drunk you became a god?” She looks perplexed. “What research is that based on?”
Riotan looks intrigued, sitting cross-legged next to Cathan. “Ooh! Sounds like fun. You’re using a lot of nonspecific pronouns though, and I don’t know who any of these people are.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She shrugs and smiles slyly, walking back to her spot.
"Still, I know how painful memories can be my friend." He says and nods, gripping his cane.
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
*Hey real quick question, how do you guys pronounce Loriche in your heads? I’ve always pronounced it LORE-ih-kay but using ‘ch’ probably made it ambiguous.*
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Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
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First ACTUAL RP character as a SHEET!!! He's a foxfolk.
Hewwo! ^w^ You wanna see a surprise? :3
He stands in the spot the other spirit stood, waiting for them to begin.
He puts his blade back into it's sheath "I had chosen to abandon my family to protect them from starvation, but once I came back I was a different man,"
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.)
"Well, it's an ancient ritual to become a Gourmet Spirit. First I need to consume some special food and drink that gives me like, superpowers and stuff." He hugs her, clearly still intoxicated. He feels like a teddy bear.
"Hakekeke... you think they tell us who we're killing? No, they send us out into these trenches, tell us to kill everything in sight... They do the same for the other side, I'm sure. I've treated the injuries for both of us. Look at them..." he points to a piece of trash on the ground. "...they look like a can of chili mac... dumped out on top the pavement and walked on for three days... good Gods... I can't heal this (GP)!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Blanc the flower girl is at her stand, sticking out her blue tounge as she's tending to a flowering cherry tree bonsai, despite the fact it should definitely not be in bloom
Truesight:
There is a invisible ghost that looks exactly like Blanc, happily admiring the bonsai
Olive is in the forest laying on the Forrest floor next to an empty but foul smelling pickle jar and a pot of tea that smells like dirt, hardtack and... Is that smell orca blood? She's staring at the sky, clearly out of it. "woooaahh..."
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
She throws the dice on to the board [ 5 3 ]
"How so?" He asks, leaning on his cane.
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
She pushes him away slightly, rather uncomfortable. “And it didn’t work?”
Riotan cocks his head to one side, his green eyes boring into Cathan’s. This is very amusing to him. Riotan attempts to use his abilities to see what Cathan’s witnessing right now. Make a Wisdom save.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A stoic-looking ranger enters the inn, with a small child trailing behind him. The ranger is tall and dark with a stubbly face and short black coily hair, wearing a ranger's cloak and sigil, his longbow slung over his back. The little girl following him hardly looks anything like him, with coppery skin and a thick, fluffy mane of auburn hair poorly half-tucked into a wool cap. She wears large puffy gloves and shoes. As they walk in, she asks the ranger question after curious question and he gladly answers.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Leaving that to you.*
"I had already given myself into the violence, I became someone unbefitting of such a good family."
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 falls over. "No, I think it worked, I just didn't get accepted into the Spirit World. I think I might have to die first. I'll check the books before I do anything rash."
Auto fail since he's too out of his gourd to resist it. Riotan is suddenly pulled into a world of drug-addled agony. The frontlines of an absolute meat grinder of a war. People ripped to shreds but unable to die. The dead walk the earth. Faith and pain drive. He's looking around, probably admiring all the pain, when suddenly he sees a man standing there, mangled beyond belief and dressed in a medic uniform. Cathan himself. Burned to a crisp by his own gas, too afraid to move or even breathe, pointing to the medical tent with one hand and holding the severed arm of an incinerated comrade in the other. You would think him a grotesque statue, but the bodily fluids pouring from his half-melted body say otherwise. His veiny eyes slowly turn to Riotan.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She worriedly and hurriedly helps him up. “WHOA! Look pal, I’ve heard stories about people dying because they thought it would make them gods. It never works. When you die, you either come back to this world or stay dead.”
Riotan is almost overwhelmed by the sheer quantity of misery and torment flooding his senses. For him, this is a veritable paradise.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A few moments after them someone else walks into the inn. Unlike the warm scene with the two he is absolutely drenched in blood. He is a well built man wearing a breastplate and leather armor, a shortsword in a scabbard to his size and a buckler on his arm. He smells of blood, sweat, and steel. He isn't bleeding from anywhere visible, the fur on his shoulder soaked in blood. He looks like a typical adventurer as he silently sits down in the inn.
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.)