A young, pale human runs into the tavern, his face hidden by his cloak, a huge, rune-covered greatsword slung across his back, chasing after a large mastiff, clattering through several tables with a few hasty, "Sorry!"s.
Riotan sees the running dog and stretches out an arm, the runes engraved on his scales flaring a deep purple as he casts hold monster. The mastiff must make a Wisdom save.
The mastiff fails, and is now under Riotan's control. The human walks up to him and offers a hand. "Sorry, that's Peoz. He's gets quite excited when he smells meat. I'm Eriol, Rat-Exterminator Extraordinaire, nice to meet your acquaintance."
The runes fade, and Riotan ends the spell, using the same hand to shake Eriol’s. “Welcome to the Lord’s Rest. You’ll probably end up having to exterminate more than just rodents.”
"What do you mean?" Eriol blocks Peoz from leaping over into a plate of ham.
“All is madness, friend.” Riotan grins, exposing his fangs, which are covered by ornate steel sheaths. “Slaughter is the only freedom from the perils of this place. There is a beast that cannot be named any differently than what he is, for he is the very soul that sustains you. Will you feed him or starve him, and, in doing so, starve yourself?”
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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.
“Don’t necessarily concern yourself just with learning that which is already known. Rather, once you know enough, use it to discover something new. That is the truest way to excel in any field, especially a magical one.”
"Oh so you want me to innovate where there is nothing yet made. Hmm, interesting, I will likely try, but first I must gain and understanding." She looks to her wrist as if there is a watch there, there isn't, "Seems about time for lunch. Want anything?"
“I’m alright, but thank you for offering.” Thirteen stands and exits the lab. “Just make sure no blood spills on the boneless. It might develop a taste for it. Just soak it in vinegar or rice milk or something every now and then and it should be satisfied.”
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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.
“Don’t necessarily concern yourself just with learning that which is already known. Rather, once you know enough, use it to discover something new. That is the truest way to excel in any field, especially a magical one.”
"Oh so you want me to innovate where there is nothing yet made. Hmm, interesting, I will likely try, but first I must gain and understanding." She looks to her wrist as if there is a watch there, there isn't, "Seems about time for lunch. Want anything?"
“I’m alright, but thank you for offering.” Thirteen stands and exits the lab. “Just make sure no blood spills on the boneless. It might develop a taste for it. Just soak it in vinegar or rice milk or something every now and then and it should be satisfied.”
She nods "Of course professor.", before walking to the tavern to get something to eat.
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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.'
*But i also wanna make an eldritch themed character...*
(why not do both)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*But i also wanna make an eldritch themed character...*
(why not do both)
*hmmm, fair enough :3*
(how are you doing)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
A young, pale human runs into the tavern, his face hidden by his cloak, a huge, rune-covered greatsword slung across his back, chasing after a large mastiff, clattering through several tables with a few hasty, "Sorry!"s.
Riotan sees the running dog and stretches out an arm, the runes engraved on his scales flaring a deep purple as he casts hold monster. The mastiff must make a Wisdom save.
The mastiff fails, and is now under Riotan's control. The human walks up to him and offers a hand. "Sorry, that's Peoz. He's gets quite excited when he smells meat. I'm Eriol, Rat-Exterminator Extraordinaire, nice to meet your acquaintance."
The runes fade, and Riotan ends the spell, using the same hand to shake Eriol’s. “Welcome to the Lord’s Rest. You’ll probably end up having to exterminate more than just rodents.”
"What do you mean?" Eriol blocks Peoz from leaping over into a plate of ham.
“All is madness, friend.” Riotan grins, exposing his fangs, which are covered by ornate steel sheaths. “Slaughter is the only freedom from the perils of this place. There is a beast that cannot be named any differently than what he is, for he is the very soul that sustains you. Will you feed him or starve him, and, in doing so, starve yourself?”
Confusion flashes in Eriol's eyes, but only for a moment. He unsheathes his great sword and barks and order to Peoz, his kind eyes turning dark. "I will not stand for threatening or unnecessary violence, but it seems to me that you are a menace to the light of this world. You neither feed or starve the beast. You let it free of its chains and let it feed itself." The runes on the great sword angrily flash colors of flame. "A duel?"
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
A house has seemed to form in the woods. It is in the style of an old 1990's Ranch home complete with white siding, white plastic shutter, and a slate roof. The lawn is mowed nicely and the driveway... Well the driveway has seen better days. It is cracked, grass growing from those cracks like tendrils of green. Aside from that, the rest of the house is cared for well, not a spot of dirt.
A house has seemed to form in the woods. It is in the style of an old 1990's Ranch home complete with white siding, white plastic shutter, and a slate roof. The lawn is mowed nicely and the driveway... Well the driveway has seen better days. It is cracked, grass growing from those cracks like tendrils of green. Aside from that, the rest of the house is cared for well, not a spot of dirt.
The Crusader has stumbled his way through the woods, found this house by pure fortune, or in his case, pure misfortune. Taking off his helmet and sword off his back, feeling a kind of familiarity from the house, resting all his weapons outside. He moves his sweat drenched hair from his face, walking inside the home. (If you want to know what his guilt is, it's his son and wife, who he abandoned when he became a Crusader to stave off starvation.)
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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.'
A house has seemed to form in the woods. It is in the style of an old 1990's Ranch home complete with white siding, white plastic shutter, and a slate roof. The lawn is mowed nicely and the driveway... Well the driveway has seen better days. It is cracked, grass growing from those cracks like tendrils of green. Aside from that, the rest of the house is cared for well, not a spot of dirt.
Tycho, enjoying the cold fresh air, invigorating his mind, curiously inspects the house that has formed, especially the strange grass.
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
“All is madness, friend.” Riotan grins, exposing his fangs, which are covered by ornate steel sheaths. “Slaughter is the only freedom from the perils of this place. There is a beast that cannot be named any differently than what he is, for he is the very soul that sustains you. Will you feed him or starve him, and, in doing so, starve yourself?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“I’m alright, but thank you for offering.” Thirteen stands and exits the lab. “Just make sure no blood spills on the boneless. It might develop a taste for it. Just soak it in vinegar or rice milk or something every now and then and it should be satisfied.”
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 nods "Of course professor.", before walking to the tavern to get something to eat.
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.)
*I kinda wanna make a wizard...*
*But i also wanna make an eldritch themed character...*
(why not do both)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*I want to implode..*
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 would prefer your corporal form to stay intact if you don't mind.*
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.)
*Mnnnnnn.*
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
*hmmm, fair enough :3*
(how are you doing)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Thank you, now I hope you are doing well.*
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.)
Confusion flashes in Eriol's eyes, but only for a moment. He unsheathes his great sword and barks and order to Peoz, his kind eyes turning dark. "I will not stand for threatening or unnecessary violence, but it seems to me that you are a menace to the light of this world. You neither feed or starve the beast. You let it free of its chains and let it feed itself." The runes on the great sword angrily flash colors of flame. "A duel?"
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
*-lays blanket on ye- it's oki*
*i'm ok, been at work since 8 for me*
hey gulpmissile i have an idea for another event
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
A house has seemed to form in the woods. It is in the style of an old 1990's Ranch home complete with white siding, white plastic shutter, and a slate roof. The lawn is mowed nicely and the driveway... Well the driveway has seen better days. It is cracked, grass growing from those cracks like tendrils of green. Aside from that, the rest of the house is cared for well, not a spot of dirt.
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 Crusader has stumbled his way through the woods, found this house by pure fortune, or in his case, pure misfortune. Taking off his helmet and sword off his back, feeling a kind of familiarity from the house, resting all his weapons outside. He moves his sweat drenched hair from his face, walking inside the home. (If you want to know what his guilt is, it's his son and wife, who he abandoned when he became a Crusader to stave off starvation.)
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.)
*Characters for you peeps*
Georgie is eating breakfast in the tavern
Mirror is in the forest, staying away from people
tycho is enjoying the cold air
-to be introed/free choices-
Tycho, enjoying the cold fresh air, invigorating his mind, curiously inspects the house that has formed, especially the strange grass.
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)