He feels a hand on his shoulder, a presence behind him. A male voice chuckles "Good evening." The Herald says in his ear.
Arthur keeps an eye on him just in case, still a bit worried for him.
Stroth jumps on him, giggling "You have to help me!!"
He looks to the hand, and sighs "Take your hand off me or I'll be happy to remove it myself." He says, looking to them as he adjusts the grip on his knife.
He does seem to be healing, going for a light jog as to not work himself, things really are getting better for him with time.
He focuses, looking her into the eyes as he nods "O' course babe, what do ya need?"
"I assure you that removing my hand wouldn't end the troubles." He chuckles but pulls off him anyways "Enjoying a bit time, carving your blade into wood?"
Arthur looks a bit relieved at this, still fretting a bit however.
"Riotan has a crush on someone but is lying his way out of telling me." She grins "I wanna meddle and find out."
"I'm just making sure my skills are still sharp, it looks like I'm getting rusty." He says, looking to the destroyed dummy.
He sees Arthur staring at him, worried about him and sighs, stopping his run.
A look cross his face, telling that he knows who it is, making a sharp inhale before saying "Do ya want me to tell ya?"
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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.'
He feels a hand on his shoulder, a presence behind him. A male voice chuckles "Good evening." The Herald says in his ear.
Arthur keeps an eye on him just in case, still a bit worried for him.
Stroth jumps on him, giggling "You have to help me!!"
He looks to the hand, and sighs "Take your hand off me or I'll be happy to remove it myself." He says, looking to them as he adjusts the grip on his knife.
He does seem to be healing, going for a light jog as to not work himself, things really are getting better for him with time.
He focuses, looking her into the eyes as he nods "O' course babe, what do ya need?"
"I assure you that removing my hand wouldn't end the troubles." He chuckles but pulls off him anyways "Enjoying a bit time, carving your blade into wood?"
Arthur looks a bit relieved at this, still fretting a bit however.
"Riotan has a crush on someone but is lying his way out of telling me." She grins "I wanna meddle and find out."
"I'm just making sure my skills are still sharp, it looks like I'm getting rusty." He says, looking to the destroyed dummy.
He sees Arthur staring at him, worried about him and sighs, stopping his run.
A look cross his face, telling that he knows who it is, making a sharp inhale before saying "Do ya want me to tell ya?"
*I may need to be gone now. I shall be back later.*
He feels a hand on his shoulder, a presence behind him. A male voice chuckles "Good evening." The Herald says in his ear.
Arthur keeps an eye on him just in case, still a bit worried for him.
Stroth jumps on him, giggling "You have to help me!!"
He looks to the hand, and sighs "Take your hand off me or I'll be happy to remove it myself." He says, looking to them as he adjusts the grip on his knife.
He does seem to be healing, going for a light jog as to not work himself, things really are getting better for him with time.
He focuses, looking her into the eyes as he nods "O' course babe, what do ya need?"
"I assure you that removing my hand wouldn't end the troubles." He chuckles but pulls off him anyways "Enjoying a bit time, carving your blade into wood?"
Arthur looks a bit relieved at this, still fretting a bit however.
"Riotan has a crush on someone but is lying his way out of telling me." She grins "I wanna meddle and find out."
"I'm just making sure my skills are still sharp, it looks like I'm getting rusty." He says, looking to the destroyed dummy.
He sees Arthur staring at him, worried about him and sighs, stopping his run.
A look cross his face, telling that he knows who it is, making a sharp inhale before saying "Do ya want me to tell ya?"
*I may need to be gone now. I shall be back later.*
*I also have to go because dnd club.*
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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.'
Tycho is drunk per his usual mood these days, wandering the town
Georgie is reading a book on puppets
Constant is eating lunch
The young man i intro'd yesterday is buying some... odd supplies
(His intro for anyone who missed it ^)
The guards have been putting up posters for missing people a lot more lately. Theres a warning that it could be dangerous to go outside late at night at this time.
A young man stands infront of the notice board, a silent smile on his pale face as he looks at the warnings. His eyes are a deep glossy black, without any whites. He wears a pair of jeans, boots, and a hooded coat that has silvery runes inscribed upon it's black fabric. His hands are wrapped in pristine white bandages that cover up his arm and dissapear into his sleeves. His hair is messy a similar blackish color to his eyes
*Hey everybody, back from my dnd club, everything went pretty well, someone almost died because they cheated during a tournament overseen by the two headed dragon emperor, and then encountered someone who may later be revealed to be the god of death, based on the lich. How are y’all?*
Tycho is drunk per his usual mood these days, wandering the town
Georgie is reading a book on puppets
Constant is eating lunch
The young man i intro'd yesterday is buying some... odd supplies
(His intro for anyone who missed it ^)
The guards have been putting up posters for missing people a lot more lately. Theres a warning that it could be dangerous to go outside late at night at this time.
A young man stands infront of the notice board, a silent smile on his pale face as he looks at the warnings. His eyes are a deep glossy black, without any whites. He wears a pair of jeans, boots, and a hooded coat that has silvery runes inscribed upon it's black fabric. His hands are wrapped in pristine white bandages that cover up his arm and dissapear into his sleeves. His hair is messy a similar blackish color to his eye.
Scott follows Tycho around, keeping an eye on him.
Tycho is drunk per his usual mood these days, wandering the town
Georgie is reading a book on puppets
Constant is eating lunch
The young man i intro'd yesterday is buying some... odd supplies
(His intro for anyone who missed it ^)
The guards have been putting up posters for missing people a lot more lately. Theres a warning that it could be dangerous to go outside late at night at this time.
A young man stands infront of the notice board, a silent smile on his pale face as he looks at the warnings. His eyes are a deep glossy black, without any whites. He wears a pair of jeans, boots, and a hooded coat that has silvery runes inscribed upon it's black fabric. His hands are wrapped in pristine white bandages that cover up his arm and dissapear into his sleeves. His hair is messy a similar blackish color to his eye.
Scott follows Tycho around, keeping an eye on him.
Yuri is watching over Georgie.
Tycho is completely sloshed, but isn't getting into any trouble yet
Georgie hums, folding a piece of paper into a little doll
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"I'm just making sure my skills are still sharp, it looks like I'm getting rusty." He says, looking to the destroyed dummy.
He sees Arthur staring at him, worried about him and sighs, stopping his run.
A look cross his face, telling that he knows who it is, making a sharp inhale before saying "Do ya want me to tell ya?"
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 may need to be gone now. I shall be back later.*
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
*I also have to go because dnd club.*
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 made Abhurai an Illrigger.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Good hello's you critters*
*C H I L D*
*Do you want to end up like the Trubshaw Baby?*
*Bewaaaaaaare...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*[putting baby back into barrel]*
*No, i'm good*
*we.... I say WEEEEEEEEEEE.*
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
*Art thou french from france?*
*Hi wendo :D*
*Hi beloved :3*
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
*How be you?*
*I really want to make an Illrigger character, the class looks fun*
*I really want to make an Illrigger character, the class looks fun*
*I'm back from the bog once more!*
Omori is chilling inside the Inn, reading through an old-looking tome.
KK is outside the Inn, looking for Stroth.
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)
*Eh, same old same old.*
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
*Characters for those interested aswell :D*
Tycho is drunk per his usual mood these days, wandering the town
Georgie is reading a book on puppets
Constant is eating lunch
The young man i intro'd yesterday is buying some... odd supplies
(His intro for anyone who missed it ^)
The guards have been putting up posters for missing people a lot more lately. Theres a warning that it could be dangerous to go outside late at night at this time.
A young man stands infront of the notice board, a silent smile on his pale face as he looks at the warnings. His eyes are a deep glossy black, without any whites. He wears a pair of jeans, boots, and a hooded coat that has silvery runes inscribed upon it's black fabric. His hands are wrapped in pristine white bandages that cover up his arm and dissapear into his sleeves. His hair is messy a similar blackish color to his eyes
*So good?*
*Or hugs needs?*
*Hey everybody, back from my dnd club, everything went pretty well, someone almost died because they cheated during a tournament overseen by the two headed dragon emperor, and then encountered someone who may later be revealed to be the god of death, based on the lich. How are y’all?*
Scott follows Tycho around, keeping an eye on him.
Yuri is watching over Georgie.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
Tycho is completely sloshed, but isn't getting into any trouble yet
Georgie hums, folding a piece of paper into a little doll