I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
The gorgon is sketching out a map in a clearing in the forest..
Kendel is inside the tavern, sharpening his dagger.
Xan is watching Emmet quietly.
Emmet tosses some debris out and steps in.
Xan chuckles " trying to re-bury yourself?"
Emmet has his helmet adjusted so it's hard to see most of his face. "Just looking for my things."
"Need any help" he askes and jumps down.
"That would be nice, though it's a little cramped down here now." Emmet digs down and raps his knuckles on the coffin. "Here's where all the stuff will be."
Xan watches and uses Telekinesis to move the soil out of the way.
A surprisingly fresh flower, a set of carpenters tools, and some other trinkets lie at the bottom.
"Might wanna get those"
Emmet gathers the tools and trinkets, and delicately picks up the flower.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
The tiefling (Ghost, you'll know who she is) is sitting at a table, eating a steak with a Hellfire Bourbon next to her.
Iralias is sitting at his usual corner table, his guitar sitting in a chair next to him, and a second chair pulled close on his other side, as though he's expecting someone.
[Open slot]
A hooded tiefling opens the door of the tavern. The only real way to tell is a horn peaking up out of a hood, and their tail draggin behind them. A sheathed rapier is hooked to their belt, a satchel slung over their shoulder
*Sorry, irl stuff popped up, lol*
She peers at the newcomer a bit curiously, as though trying to figure out who they are.
*Its chill*
*I legit cannot remember aovin's appearance tbh*
They look around, letting out a breath as they pull their hood down, its aovin cause i cannot describe good
*No worries, lmao. I just went back to the Tavernpedia for Ari's description.*
Her eyes go wide. "Aovin..." She mouths, before straight up yelling it, drawing some odd looks from the other patrons of the inn. "AOVIN!!" she's genuinely surprised, but happy he's here, if a bit confused.
He flinches as his name is yelled, looking around. As he spots her, he smiles slightly, though he looks different than when they last saw each other, "Hey Ari."
She smiles widely. "Get your butt over here, brother!" She says, obviously thrilled he's back.
He walks over to her, immedietly hugging her
She chuckles, and hugs him back, wrapping her wings around him. "I missed you, brother."
"T-thanks, i missed you too." He smiles, leaning into her
She looks at him, a little confused. "What's wrong, Aovin?" She asks, before taking a sip of her drink.
"Uh, its just been a while. You dissapeared, and i needed to go back to glasya."
She smiles sadly. "That it has. Sorry for vanishing on all of you. I can't ignore when Asmodeus calls, though."
"It uh... wasn't the easiest." He says thtough a very forced smile.
She frowns, obviously noticing that he's forcing things. "Aovin... stop hiding things from me..."
perception?
"I'm not hiding things..."
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Its pretty noticable that although his horns are longer, one is bandaged back on. He's also pretty bruised in certain places, and a couple new scars
She shakes her head, frowning. "You're hiding things, brother. Your horn, the scars... Tell me. What is going on?"
"Its just n-normal life Ari." He replys
"Aovin..." She says, a hint of a warning and frustration lacing her tone. "Tell me. The truth, this time."
"I am. Its normal life in malbolge." he grimaces at her tone
She sighs, and shakes her head, obviously saddened. "You never wore those... battle wound before, brother... what happened? What happened to the little brother of mine who was more interested in studying than fighting?"
"I grew up for once," He says, crossing his arms. "I realised i couldn't rely on my family all the time," his tone is slightly laced with venom, which is something Ari had never heard from him before
She narrows her eyes, the fires that she usually reserves for those who anger her lighting behind them. "I never once abandoned you, or any of our family, Aovin. If I could, I would always be there for you, for all of us."
"But you aren't. You stick to your devil, and i stick with mine." He says through gritted teeth, "Its nothing personal Ari, its just what we were made for."
As the word devil is said, a letter seems to gravitate closer for a moment
Aovin picks it up
The outside says 'To the siblings of the Grave Worshipper, Pegasus Rider, and Coward'. Sounds as if Tabanvae had an enemy of some sort sending these
"....Wha?" he opens the letter
'To a likely servant of the hells,
Hello. My name is Grondincal. I seek your cowardly brother, who likely has told you many lies. I seek your help in this endeavor, and Im willing to offer payment, and increased glory and possible promotion in the hells. You could be more respected there...
And if more motivation is needed, I can be transparent on every lie Tabanvae has ever told you. He fears you all. He serves the hypocritical gods, and I have evidence of this. If you wish to discuss, meet me as soon as you can. The faster we end his lies, the better the law of the infernal can make our world. You can find me by setting 2 mirrors across from each other and speaking my name.
Even if you do not wish to hear his lies or help in my task, I still take great interest in meeting you. Feel free to visit when you have a chance.
-With regards, Grondincal'
"..." Aovin is quiet for a moment, before he does the 2 mirrors across from eachother thing and speaks 'Grondincal'
(Greetings. Who might I be speaking to?)
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
Aovin is out in the forest, sat out against a tree. the knuckles on his hands are busted, likely from punching something
Zenix is heading towards the tower, a scroll stuffed into his bag
Horus has another set of fresh bandages on his arms as he lays tarroka cards on a table
*I am awake, this is stuff now*
Xan is with Emmet.
Kendel is outside, sharpening his swords.
Adder is talking with Galax.
<Other characters>
Ella is curled up indoors in the library.
Lore is outside, enjoying the chilliness.
Harbor is curled up in front of the fire, strumming his banjo.
Penny is inside, upstairs, half asleep.
Remor is curled up on the roof outside
Kelipso is treating frost-bitten plants outdoors.
Cold (If you don't know him then i will write a little diddy for ya) is walking outside.
*Imma swap out zenix for the chimera for the plot*
The chimera walks up to them, arms crossed
Xan raises an eyebrow "yes?"
"Yes what?" It replys
"Your the one who came up to me" he said "what do you want?"
"I wanted to ask some stuff." he says, "Mostly about what you did last time."
"and your question is?" he asked and tilted his head with a smirk on his face.
(Also his form is currently based upon the PFP i have RN)
"What did you mean by affection?" it asked
"Affection? Affection is a gentle feeling such as love or fondness." he said "Then there is Lust but thats a whole nother story"
Its quiet for a second, "And what are those?" he asks
"Love is a intense feeling where you want to be apart of their life. You want to hug and kiss them, be there for them, Be with them" he said "Lust is a deeper feeling that only lasts a few seconds but the moment in those seconds can be true to what you want."
The gorgon is sketching out a map in a clearing in the forest..
Kendel is inside the tavern, sharpening his dagger.
Xan is watching Emmet quietly.
Emmet tosses some debris out and steps in.
Xan chuckles " trying to re-bury yourself?"
Emmet has his helmet adjusted so it's hard to see most of his face. "Just looking for my things."
"Need any help" he askes and jumps down.
"That would be nice, though it's a little cramped down here now." Emmet digs down and raps his knuckles on the coffin. "Here's where all the stuff will be."
Xan watches and uses Telekinesis to move the soil out of the way.
A surprisingly fresh flower, a set of carpenters tools, and some other trinkets lie at the bottom.
"Might wanna get those"
Emmet gathers the tools and trinkets, and delicately picks up the flower.
"Those are pretty" he said "Now, what was all the grave digging about?"
The gorgon is sketching out a map in a clearing in the forest..
Kendel is inside the tavern, sharpening his dagger.
Xan is watching Emmet quietly.
Emmet tosses some debris out and steps in.
Xan chuckles " trying to re-bury yourself?"
Emmet has his helmet adjusted so it's hard to see most of his face. "Just looking for my things."
"Need any help" he askes and jumps down.
"That would be nice, though it's a little cramped down here now." Emmet digs down and raps his knuckles on the coffin. "Here's where all the stuff will be."
Xan watches and uses Telekinesis to move the soil out of the way.
A surprisingly fresh flower, a set of carpenters tools, and some other trinkets lie at the bottom.
"Might wanna get those"
Emmet gathers the tools and trinkets, and delicately picks up the flower.
"Those are pretty" he said "Now, what was all the grave digging about?"
Emmet holds up a finger. "One more thing." He reaches into the dirt and sifts around. After a little, he pulls out a hand carved cane.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
The gorgon is sketching out a map in a clearing in the forest..
Kendel is inside the tavern, sharpening his dagger.
Xan is watching Emmet quietly.
Emmet tosses some debris out and steps in.
Xan chuckles " trying to re-bury yourself?"
Emmet has his helmet adjusted so it's hard to see most of his face. "Just looking for my things."
"Need any help" he askes and jumps down.
"That would be nice, though it's a little cramped down here now." Emmet digs down and raps his knuckles on the coffin. "Here's where all the stuff will be."
Xan watches and uses Telekinesis to move the soil out of the way.
A surprisingly fresh flower, a set of carpenters tools, and some other trinkets lie at the bottom.
"Might wanna get those"
Emmet gathers the tools and trinkets, and delicately picks up the flower.
"Those are pretty" he said "Now, what was all the grave digging about?"
Emmet holds up a finger. "One more thing." He reaches into the dirt and sifts around. After a little, he pulls out a hand carved cane.
Aovin is out in the forest, sat out against a tree. the knuckles on his hands are busted, likely from punching something
Zenix is heading towards the tower, a scroll stuffed into his bag
Horus has another set of fresh bandages on his arms as he lays tarroka cards on a table
*I am awake, this is stuff now*
Xan is with Emmet.
Kendel is outside, sharpening his swords.
Adder is talking with Galax.
<Other characters>
Ella is curled up indoors in the library.
Lore is outside, enjoying the chilliness.
Harbor is curled up in front of the fire, strumming his banjo.
Penny is inside, upstairs, half asleep.
Remor is curled up on the roof outside
Kelipso is treating frost-bitten plants outdoors.
Cold (If you don't know him then i will write a little diddy for ya) is walking outside.
*Imma swap out zenix for the chimera for the plot*
The chimera walks up to them, arms crossed
Xan raises an eyebrow "yes?"
"Yes what?" It replys
"Your the one who came up to me" he said "what do you want?"
"I wanted to ask some stuff." he says, "Mostly about what you did last time."
"and your question is?" he asked and tilted his head with a smirk on his face.
(Also his form is currently based upon the PFP i have RN)
"What did you mean by affection?" it asked
"Affection? Affection is a gentle feeling such as love or fondness." he said "Then there is Lust but thats a whole nother story"
Its quiet for a second, "And what are those?" he asks
"Love is a intense feeling where you want to be apart of their life. You want to hug and kiss them, be there for them, Be with them" he said "Lust is a deeper feeling that only lasts a few seconds but the moment in those seconds can be true to what you want."
The gorgon is sketching out a map in a clearing in the forest..
Kendel is inside the tavern, sharpening his dagger.
Xan is watching Emmet quietly.
Emmet tosses some debris out and steps in.
Xan chuckles " trying to re-bury yourself?"
Emmet has his helmet adjusted so it's hard to see most of his face. "Just looking for my things."
"Need any help" he askes and jumps down.
"That would be nice, though it's a little cramped down here now." Emmet digs down and raps his knuckles on the coffin. "Here's where all the stuff will be."
Xan watches and uses Telekinesis to move the soil out of the way.
A surprisingly fresh flower, a set of carpenters tools, and some other trinkets lie at the bottom.
"Might wanna get those"
Emmet gathers the tools and trinkets, and delicately picks up the flower.
"Those are pretty" he said "Now, what was all the grave digging about?"
Emmet holds up a finger. "One more thing." He reaches into the dirt and sifts around. After a little, he pulls out a hand carved cane.
Xan chuckles "only that?"
Emmet grabs the cane and leans on it. "A sparse soldier's burial."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
The gorgon is sketching out a map in a clearing in the forest..
Kendel is inside the tavern, sharpening his dagger.
Xan is watching Emmet quietly.
Emmet tosses some debris out and steps in.
Xan chuckles " trying to re-bury yourself?"
Emmet has his helmet adjusted so it's hard to see most of his face. "Just looking for my things."
"Need any help" he askes and jumps down.
"That would be nice, though it's a little cramped down here now." Emmet digs down and raps his knuckles on the coffin. "Here's where all the stuff will be."
Xan watches and uses Telekinesis to move the soil out of the way.
A surprisingly fresh flower, a set of carpenters tools, and some other trinkets lie at the bottom.
"Might wanna get those"
Emmet gathers the tools and trinkets, and delicately picks up the flower.
"Those are pretty" he said "Now, what was all the grave digging about?"
Emmet holds up a finger. "One more thing." He reaches into the dirt and sifts around. After a little, he pulls out a hand carved cane.
Xan chuckles "only that?"
Emmet grabs the cane and leans on it. "A sparse soldier's burial."
The gorgon is sketching out a map in a clearing in the forest..
Kendel is inside the tavern, sharpening his dagger.
Xan is watching Emmet quietly.
Emmet tosses some debris out and steps in.
Xan chuckles " trying to re-bury yourself?"
Emmet has his helmet adjusted so it's hard to see most of his face. "Just looking for my things."
"Need any help" he askes and jumps down.
"That would be nice, though it's a little cramped down here now." Emmet digs down and raps his knuckles on the coffin. "Here's where all the stuff will be."
Xan watches and uses Telekinesis to move the soil out of the way.
A surprisingly fresh flower, a set of carpenters tools, and some other trinkets lie at the bottom.
"Might wanna get those"
Emmet gathers the tools and trinkets, and delicately picks up the flower.
"Those are pretty" he said "Now, what was all the grave digging about?"
Emmet holds up a finger. "One more thing." He reaches into the dirt and sifts around. After a little, he pulls out a hand carved cane.
Xan chuckles "only that?"
Emmet grabs the cane and leans on it. "A sparse soldier's burial."
Xan chuckles again "Cmon, lets get a drink"
"Sure." Emmet tosses the things up and climbs out. He holds out his hand for Xan.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
"Affection? Affection is a gentle feeling such as love or fondness." he said "Then there is Lust but thats a whole nother story"
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
(Hello)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
*Ello*
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
(How are you?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
*Good, You?*
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'm doing good)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
Its quiet for a second, "And what are those?" he asks
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Good to hear :]*
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
Emmet gathers the tools and trinkets, and delicately picks up the flower.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
"Love is a intense feeling where you want to be apart of their life. You want to hug and kiss them, be there for them, Be with them" he said "Lust is a deeper feeling that only lasts a few seconds but the moment in those seconds can be true to what you want."
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
"Those are pretty" he said "Now, what was all the grave digging about?"
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
Emmet holds up a finger. "One more thing." He reaches into the dirt and sifts around. After a little, he pulls out a hand carved cane.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Xan chuckles "only that?"
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
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
Emmet grabs the cane and leans on it. "A sparse soldier's burial."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Xan chuckles again "Cmon, lets get a drink"
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
"Sure." Emmet tosses the things up and climbs out. He holds out his hand for Xan.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Jonas is setting up Halloween decorations
Gravedigger is looking at a map
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
Raphael waves to them. "May I assist?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now