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
“And if I do that, what happens to Damian?! What happens to his wife and daughter?”
He puts his smoothie down, his eyes growing sorrowful "He has a wife and daughter?" He puts his hand over his eyes "I hate my job so much. When he is arrest, the god soul will be extracted, if he survives that he will be killed or trapped forever."
“Then just… don’t take him in, maybe?” Mauric proposes hopefully.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
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
“And if I do that, what happens to Damian?! What happens to his wife and daughter?”
He puts his smoothie down, his eyes growing sorrowful "He has a wife and daughter?" He puts his hand over his eyes "I hate my job so much. When he is arrest, the god soul will be extracted, if he survives that he will be killed or trapped forever."
“Then just… don’t take him in, maybe?” Mauric proposes hopefully.
He takes his hand off his face "You know I can't do that. I'm sorry."
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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.'
Thirteen is writing furiously at a table, surrounded by reams of parchment.
Mauric is, for the first time in a while, practicing his druid abilities out in the woods. The thin trees around him have sprouted wicked thorns and barbs, and the ground below him is strangely soft and springy.
Loriche is crafting a deck of metal playing cards.
Riotan is digging energetically on the green beside the inn.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Thirteen is writing furiously at a table, surrounded by reams of parchment.
Mauric is, for the first time in a while, practicing his druid abilities out in the woods. The thin trees around him have sprouted wicked thorns and barbs, and the ground below him is strangely soft and springy.
Loriche is crafting a deck of metal playing cards.
Riotan is digging energetically on the green beside the inn.
Isaac walks in carrying a telescope
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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
“And if I do that, what happens to Damian?! What happens to his wife and daughter?”
He puts his smoothie down, his eyes growing sorrowful "He has a wife and daughter?" He puts his hand over his eyes "I hate my job so much. When he is arrest, the god soul will be extracted, if he survives that he will be killed or trapped forever."
“Then just… don’t take him in, maybe?” Mauric proposes hopefully.
He takes his hand off his face "You know I can't do that. I'm sorry."
“Why not?” It’s clear Mauric is trying to stall at this point, trying desperately to come up with a plan.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Thirteen is writing furiously at a table, surrounded by reams of parchment.
Mauric is, for the first time in a while, practicing his druid abilities out in the woods. The thin trees around him have sprouted wicked thorns and barbs, and the ground below him is strangely soft and springy.
Loriche is crafting a deck of metal playing cards.
Riotan is digging energetically on the green beside the inn.
Isaac walks in carrying a telescope
Thirteen doesn’t look up, utterly consumed by his work.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
“And if I do that, what happens to Damian?! What happens to his wife and daughter?”
He puts his smoothie down, his eyes growing sorrowful "He has a wife and daughter?" He puts his hand over his eyes "I hate my job so much. When he is arrest, the god soul will be extracted, if he survives that he will be killed or trapped forever."
“Then just… don’t take him in, maybe?” Mauric proposes hopefully.
He takes his hand off his face "You know I can't do that. I'm sorry."
“Why not?” It’s clear Mauric is trying to stall at this point, trying desperately to come up with a plan.
"Because someone who isn't interested in talking will just take my place." He looks to them "Please, just take me to Damian. That's all I ask."
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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.'
Thirteen is writing furiously at a table, surrounded by reams of parchment.
Mauric is, for the first time in a while, practicing his druid abilities out in the woods. The thin trees around him have sprouted wicked thorns and barbs, and the ground below him is strangely soft and springy.
Loriche is crafting a deck of metal playing cards.
Riotan is digging energetically on the green beside the inn.
Isaac walks in carrying a telescope
Thirteen doesn’t look up, utterly consumed by his work.
He looks over at what Thirteen is working on
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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
Thirteen is writing furiously at a table, surrounded by reams of parchment.
Mauric is, for the first time in a while, practicing his druid abilities out in the woods. The thin trees around him have sprouted wicked thorns and barbs, and the ground below him is strangely soft and springy.
Loriche is crafting a deck of metal playing cards.
Riotan is digging energetically on the green beside the inn.
KK wanders past, noticing the jagged new plant growth and moving to investigate what's going on, making sketches of her findings.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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
“And if I do that, what happens to Damian?! What happens to his wife and daughter?”
He puts his smoothie down, his eyes growing sorrowful "He has a wife and daughter?" He puts his hand over his eyes "I hate my job so much. When he is arrest, the god soul will be extracted, if he survives that he will be killed or trapped forever."
“Then just… don’t take him in, maybe?” Mauric proposes hopefully.
He takes his hand off his face "You know I can't do that. I'm sorry."
“Why not?” It’s clear Mauric is trying to stall at this point, trying desperately to come up with a plan.
"Because someone who isn't interested in talking will just take my place." He looks to them "Please, just take me to Damian. That's all I ask."
“I… I…” Mauric closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, then resumes speaking, his voice shaky. “What if I go find him and take him to you? I swear I won’t run, and I’ll make sure he doesn’t escape. If he sees you, no doubt he’ll try to flee. But he… trusts me.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*For if anyone wants to rp with my character, new and old!*
Traitor is sitting at a table outside the Inn, admiring the scenery while enjoying a cup of tea.
KK is wandering in the woods, faintly humming a tune in stereo to herself.
Another visitor arrives at the Inn, walking inside with a sense of purpose. They wear a long emerald green dress made of a denim-like fabric with many buttons and pockets, worn-looking work boots, winter gloves, and a wide-brimmed sunhat- all of which faintly glisten in the light with what looks like moisture. With a keen eye, one can occasionally notice a similar shimmering in other places- thin tendrils of translucent slime that slither across the ground to feel their surroundings. They have shoulder-length brown hair that sometimes squirms or shifts in position as though it wasn't entirely solid, and greyish-green eyes- the pupils and irises of which seem to have difficulty staying in a circular shape, quivering and amorphous.
This is Coterie, and they are an Oblex.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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*pretty good*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
(glad to hear it)
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
*you know I could totally see someone making a Shrek cult*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
“Then just… don’t take him in, maybe?” Mauric proposes hopefully.
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.
(anyone want to rp)
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
He takes his hand off his face "You know I can't do that. I'm sorry."
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 think somebody did a while back.*
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.)
*why certainly*
Thirteen is writing furiously at a table, surrounded by reams of parchment.
Mauric is, for the first time in a while, practicing his druid abilities out in the woods. The thin trees around him have sprouted wicked thorns and barbs, and the ground below him is strangely soft and springy.
Loriche is crafting a deck of metal playing cards.
Riotan is digging energetically on the green beside the inn.
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.
*Here if you want to, likely you don't, but if you do, here.*
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.)
Isaac walks in carrying a telescope
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
“Why not?” It’s clear Mauric is trying to stall at this point, trying desperately to come up with a plan.
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Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Thirteen doesn’t look up, utterly consumed by his work.
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Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"Because someone who isn't interested in talking will just take my place." He looks to them "Please, just take me to Damian. That's all I ask."
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 looks over at what Thirteen is working on
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
*Morning you lot*
Zen is quietly hiding out in the woods, his wounds from the previous day healed up.
Dyn is re-bandaging his cut arm in the tavern, cursing to himself.
Nick is mumbling to himself as he munches on breakfast.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
KK wanders past, noticing the jagged new plant growth and moving to investigate what's going on, making sketches of her findings.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
(hi yvonne)
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
Akira is also at the tavern, having taking the head of his outfit off, revealing a green haired Yuan Ti, probably Orochimaru's work.
Merabelle walks into the tavern, ordering an entire plate of raw meat despite her refined appearance, tearing through it like an animal.
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… I…” Mauric closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, then resumes speaking, his voice shaky. “What if I go find him and take him to you? I swear I won’t run, and I’ll make sure he doesn’t escape. If he sees you, no doubt he’ll try to flee. But he… trusts me.”
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.
*For if anyone wants to rp with my character, new and old!*
Traitor is sitting at a table outside the Inn, admiring the scenery while enjoying a cup of tea.
KK is wandering in the woods, faintly humming a tune in stereo to herself.
Another visitor arrives at the Inn, walking inside with a sense of purpose. They wear a long emerald green dress made of a denim-like fabric with many buttons and pockets, worn-looking work boots, winter gloves, and a wide-brimmed sunhat- all of which faintly glisten in the light with what looks like moisture. With a keen eye, one can occasionally notice a similar shimmering in other places- thin tendrils of translucent slime that slither across the ground to feel their surroundings. They have shoulder-length brown hair that sometimes squirms or shifts in position as though it wasn't entirely solid, and greyish-green eyes- the pupils and irises of which seem to have difficulty staying in a circular shape, quivering and amorphous.
This is Coterie, and they are an Oblex.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)