*Anybody have the time or the want to roleplay with me?*
*Meeeeee!*
Felix is back and mostly healthy, aside from missing his left eye and forearm. He's a bit larger than the last time he was here, despite being too old to grow naturally.
Thane watches them silently, his eyes more... focused than usual despite his mind still being bombarded by the thoughts of his masters. He slowly forced his arm up to wave at them.
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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.'
Theren is sitting in the woods, arrows pepper his chest. He isn't moving or breathing.
*Hope you feel better man.*
Rag is walking through the forest, his colossal size allowing him to easily look over most of the trees. Though he does look down and see Theren, leaning down. He pushes the arrow out of him as to not tear any skin off before trying to heal him, if he's alive he gains 100hp.
Theren still doesn't move, the arrow slick with blood. His body is ice cold
He grumbles, picking up his cold body, too long dead for him to revive. He heads to the Inn quickly to find someone who might be able to help.
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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.'
Theren is sitting in the woods, arrows pepper his chest. He isn't moving or breathing.
*Hope you feel better man.*
Rag is walking through the forest, his colossal size allowing him to easily look over most of the trees. Though he does look down and see Theren, leaning down. He pushes the arrow out of him as to not tear any skin off before trying to heal him, if he's alive he gains 100hp.
Theren still doesn't move, the arrow slick with blood. His body is ice cold
He grumbles, picking up his cold body, too long dead for him to revive. He heads to the Inn quickly to find someone who might be able to help.
HIs limp body sits in their hands, his head lulling listlessly.
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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.
“Where’d that come from?” Thirteen asks, gesturing to the viscera.
Riotan continues to silently watch Sparrow.
*Oh my deepest apologies.*
They look down at their hands, then up to Thirteen "My experiments require that I do not wear gloves, or much to prevent the... remains from getting onto me."
Sparrow sighs, blowing smoke "Do you plan on just watchin' me? Cause it's rude to stare pardner."
“Those experiments being?”
He still doesn’t respond.
"Looking for ways to restore a broken soul correctly, for my brother's sake."
He sighs, blowing another puff before taking a drag "Fine." Suddenly there's a hole in his chest, with the boom of a gunshot. He coughs up blood and takes cover.
“Ah, so I take it the grafted divinity continues to reject itself from Damian’s physical form?”
Riotan yelps and leaps down from his perch, looking for the source of the shot.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Anybody have the time or the want to roleplay with me?*
*Meeeeee!*
Felix is back and mostly healthy, aside from missing his left eye and forearm. He's a bit larger than the last time he was here, despite being too old to grow naturally.
Thane watches them silently, his eyes more... focused than usual despite his mind still being bombarded by the thoughts of his masters. He slowly forced his arm up to wave at them.
*Can I have a description? I don't think I've met Thane before.*
Felix waves back, and, seeing this friendly gesture as an invitation, walks over. "Hey there!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
Theren is sitting in the woods, arrows pepper his chest. He isn't moving or breathing.
*Hope you feel better man.*
Rag is walking through the forest, his colossal size allowing him to easily look over most of the trees. Though he does look down and see Theren, leaning down. He pushes the arrow out of him as to not tear any skin off before trying to heal him, if he's alive he gains 100hp.
Theren still doesn't move, the arrow slick with blood. His body is ice cold
He grumbles, picking up his cold body, too long dead for him to revive. He heads to the Inn quickly to find someone who might be able to help.
Thirteen is at the bar, mulling over ancient rhetoric.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Theren is sitting in the woods, arrows pepper his chest. He isn't moving or breathing.
*Hope you feel better man.*
Rag is walking through the forest, his colossal size allowing him to easily look over most of the trees. Though he does look down and see Theren, leaning down. He pushes the arrow out of him as to not tear any skin off before trying to heal him, if he's alive he gains 100hp.
Theren still doesn't move, the arrow slick with blood. His body is ice cold
He grumbles, picking up his cold body, too long dead for him to revive. He heads to the Inn quickly to find someone who might be able to help.
HIs limp body sits in their hands, his head lulling listlessly.
He takes him to the porch of the Lord's Rest Inn, trying to cast spells like Revivify.
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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 tall man, standing at 6 feet 3 inches, strolls through the vibrant streets of town. His short blonde hair catches the sunlight, contrasting with his fair skin, while his striking stormy grey eyes scan his surroundings, albeit with a sense of apprehension. He walks with his gaze fixed firmly on the ground, his brow slightly furrowed in thought, and his hand grips the strap of a well-worn leather satchel that hangs at his side. Intricate tattoos of black vines twist and creep up his forearms, each vine carefully etched into his skin, intertwining with symbols that hint at deeper meanings: some representing health and vitality, others evoking the darker arts of necromancy. The combination of the tattoos gives him an enigmatic allure, a story woven into his flesh.
As he navigates through the bustling town, he occasionally adjusts his square glasses, the frames resting precariously on the bridge of his nose. Despite his imposing stature, there is an air of anxiousness about him. Eventually, he seeks refuge in a quieter area of town, away from the noise and crowd. He finds a secluded bench nestled beneath the shade of a large tree, its branches swaying gently in the breeze. Sitting down, he lets out a deep breath, relief washing over him. Reaching into his satchel, he carefully pulls out a thick tome, its worn leather cover embossed with mysterious symbols. As he opens it, the pages flutter slightly in the wind, revealing an array of notes and sketches filled with arcane knowledge.
Felix approaches with a bottle of homemade soda and a plate of fish and chips, offering them to the man. He has to hold them with one hand, as the other is missing.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Leo chucks the fused bricks at a wall in frustration.
They whine a little and paw at his face slightly.
She goes over to him. “Leo, I can’t imagine how you’re feeling right now, but we can get through this. Nothing ever gets so broken it can’t be fixed.”
In the reflection of his eyes the little god can see the form of a person crouching in the trees. A black mask with a red hand over the center of it covering their face.
"NO! NO IT CANT!" he shouts. "FESTUS IS GONE!"
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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.
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
“Ah, so I take it the grafted divinity continues to reject itself from Damian’s physical form?”
Riotan yelps and leaps down from his perch, looking for the source of the shot.
"Apparently so. I do what I can to try and help, but there seems to be some fundamental thing that still binds itself to the heart, something that makes it reject Damian." He turns "Have we met? If not, Sanviento Alterious, nice to meet you."
Sparrow wouldn't be able to see this from behind his cover, but Riotan can see, 400ft away on a rooftop is a sniper quickly moving away after missing the headshot.
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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.'
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
*Anybody have the time or the want to roleplay with me?*
*Meeeeee!*
Felix is back and mostly healthy, aside from missing his left eye and forearm. He's a bit larger than the last time he was here, despite being too old to grow naturally.
Thane watches them silently, his eyes more... focused than usual despite his mind still being bombarded by the thoughts of his masters. He slowly forced his arm up to wave at them.
*Can I have a description? I don't think I've met Thane before.*
Felix waves back, and, seeing this friendly gesture as an invitation, walks over. "Hey there!"
*Red Dragonborn, brought back from the dead, former friend of Sparrow until his mind and body were taken over by the Valentine sisters, Infernal runes along his body as well as magic strings holding him together. Has an infernal greataxe.*
They struggle to speak, their milky white eyes looking to Felix with some kind of familiarity, his voice rumbling and forced "H-... Hello."
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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 tall man, standing at 6 feet 3 inches, strolls through the vibrant streets of town. His short blonde hair catches the sunlight, contrasting with his fair skin, while his striking stormy grey eyes scan his surroundings, albeit with a sense of apprehension. He walks with his gaze fixed firmly on the ground, his brow slightly furrowed in thought, and his hand grips the strap of a well-worn leather satchel that hangs at his side. Intricate tattoos of black vines twist and creep up his forearms, each vine carefully etched into his skin, intertwining with symbols that hint at deeper meanings: some representing health and vitality, others evoking the darker arts of necromancy. The combination of the tattoos gives him an enigmatic allure, a story woven into his flesh.
As he navigates through the bustling town, he occasionally adjusts his square glasses, the frames resting precariously on the bridge of his nose. Despite his imposing stature, there is an air of anxiousness about him. Eventually, he seeks refuge in a quieter area of town, away from the noise and crowd. He finds a secluded bench nestled beneath the shade of a large tree, its branches swaying gently in the breeze. Sitting down, he lets out a deep breath, relief washing over him. Reaching into his satchel, he carefully pulls out a thick tome, its worn leather cover embossed with mysterious symbols. As he opens it, the pages flutter slightly in the wind, revealing an array of notes and sketches filled with arcane knowledge.
Felix approaches with a bottle of homemade soda and a plate of fish and chips, offering them to the man. He has to hold them with one hand, as the other is missing.
The man doesn't seem to make eye contact with him. He takes it and sets it aside on the bench. He crouches down, closing his eyes. He studies the stump of Felix's arm and mutters something under his breath. He casts regenerate on the stump.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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*fair enough*
Suhou clambers up his front, peering at his face with their wide eyes.
Loriche looks over at him, concerned.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Thane watches them silently, his eyes more... focused than usual despite his mind still being bombarded by the thoughts of his masters. He slowly forced his arm up to wave at them.
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 grumbles, picking up his cold body, too long dead for him to revive. He heads to the Inn quickly to find someone who might be able to help.
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.)
His eyes are open and full of dead shock.
Leo chucks the fused bricks at a wall in frustration.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
HIs limp body sits in their hands, his head lulling listlessly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Ah, so I take it the grafted divinity continues to reject itself from Damian’s physical form?”
Riotan yelps and leaps down from his perch, looking for the source of the shot.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Can I have a description? I don't think I've met Thane before.*
Felix waves back, and, seeing this friendly gesture as an invitation, walks over. "Hey there!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
(morning wendo)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
They whine a little and paw at his face slightly.
She goes over to him. “Leo, I can’t imagine how you’re feeling right now, but we can get through this. Nothing ever gets so broken it can’t be fixed.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Thirteen is at the bar, mulling over ancient rhetoric.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He takes him to the porch of the Lord's Rest Inn, trying to cast spells like Revivify.
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.)
Felix approaches with a bottle of homemade soda and a plate of fish and chips, offering them to the man. He has to hold them with one hand, as the other is missing.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
In the reflection of his eyes the little god can see the form of a person crouching in the trees. A black mask with a red hand over the center of it covering their face.
"NO! NO IT CANT!" he shouts. "FESTUS IS GONE!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(hi Theren)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
"Apparently so. I do what I can to try and help, but there seems to be some fundamental thing that still binds itself to the heart, something that makes it reject Damian." He turns "Have we met? If not, Sanviento Alterious, nice to meet you."
Sparrow wouldn't be able to see this from behind his cover, but Riotan can see, 400ft away on a rooftop is a sniper quickly moving away after missing the headshot.
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.)
*Allo Luna*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(how are you)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
*Red Dragonborn, brought back from the dead, former friend of Sparrow until his mind and body were taken over by the Valentine sisters, Infernal runes along his body as well as magic strings holding him together. Has an infernal greataxe.*
They struggle to speak, their milky white eyes looking to Felix with some kind of familiarity, his voice rumbling and forced "H-... Hello."
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.)
The man doesn't seem to make eye contact with him. He takes it and sets it aside on the bench. He crouches down, closing his eyes. He studies the stump of Felix's arm and mutters something under his breath. He casts regenerate on the stump.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]