Theren is sitting inside by the fire. he is bundled in a blanket, grumbling about the snow.
-and a new character I guess-
A young man, about 13 years old is walking through the snowy trees. He is bundled in winter gear and carries a staff and a huge backpack. His pale white skin almost blends in with the snow, his bright green eyes looking around. A small amount of his black hair sticks out from under a beanie. He is about 5'3" and is brushing some snow off of his shoulders as he walks. A green scarf is wrapped around his mouth.
Riotan is also by the fire, staying warm to avoid torpor.
Eito is wandering the forest and notices his presence. Their head snaps to stare at him like an analog horror creature, and their eyes glow lilac-rimmed white through the falling snow, uninterrupted by blinking.
Theren smiles a bit at him. "Hate the cold too?"
The kid doesn't notice them, coughing into his arm as he stumbles slightly. He uses his staff to keep walking
“So. Much.” He hisses.
Eito slowly approaches, their stride coldly composed like a ballerina.
"Cheers to that." he grumbles
He stumbles again, coughing some more
“So who’re you?”
Eito moves beside him. “Are you ill?”
"Theren. Theren Dotsk. Nice to meet you." he says with a smile.
The kid stumbles back a bit, startled at first. He then looks at him curiously while nodding.
“Hm. I’ve heard of you somewhere, haven’t I?”
Eito offers their arm for support. “Where is your goal?”
"Probably. Myths, legends, ghost stories, etc."
He takes it. "The Inn..." he coughs into his arm again.
“Ghost stories? What are you, some kind of revenant?”
Eito ushers you through the forested paths toward the inn.
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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.
Helianth follows, its other flower heads absorbing the sun's rays as it does. Omori is sound asleep in her especially dark corner of the cave, blending into the shadows with virtually no indication that she's there at all. Helianth certainly doesn't notice her.
KK's Con save: 24. The four mannequins move into melee range and continue to try to crush him into paste, each making two attacks. (Mannequin 1: 24 to hit, 13 damage and 21 to hit, 11 damage. Mannequin 2: 8 to hit, 14 damage and 22 to hit, 17 damage. Mannequin 3: 17 to hit, 15 damage and 17 to hit, 11 damage. Mannequin 4: 19 to hit, 10 damage and 23 to hit, 10 damage.)
Merabelle walks over, used to this and knowing where they usually sleep. She whispers to Helianth "Do you mind apologizin' ta my daughter Omori? Just so she ain't as scared anymore?" She asks them, preparing to paint them while she waits for an answer.
She is able to resist the effect of the smoke bomb and the mannequins are able to beat him into unconsciousness, though even then the hits he was able to endure were pretty impressive. After he goes down he drops his axe, and the other thing in his hand, his bones broken in places.
"I don't mind, no. I'll do when she's awake." It responds in an equally hushed tone, being able to infer the missing details. It moves carefully to make sure its roots don't accidentally knock anything over.
She calls off the mannequins from continuing their attacks, them all stepping back as she walks through the smoke and picks up the axe and other thing that was in his hand. She sees he has broken bones in spots, looking a little surprised. "Oh, that... that's more damage than I was expecting.You two." She replies, pointing to two of the mannequins. "Get him to the Inn and see if you can get him healed." The two nod, before picking up his unconscious body and leave the warehouse for the Inn.
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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)
He takes it. "The Inn..." he coughs into his arm again.
“Ghost stories? What are you, some kind of revenant?”
Eito ushers you through the forested paths toward the inn.
"Nah I'm solid. Died a few times and have been revived. That's probably why."
He stumbles a few times, coughing as they walk
"Well if that's the case, you're probably more of a revenant than you think. Minus the time limit. But then again, if you're hellbent on living, you probably got something trying to keep you dead, huh?" His reptilian face splits into a cruel grin. "But a demon like me probably isn't the expert on matters of undeath. And besides, you've already got someone for that, don'tcha?"
Eventually they reach the Inn, and Eito helps you over the threshold.
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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.
He takes it. "The Inn..." he coughs into his arm again.
“Ghost stories? What are you, some kind of revenant?”
Eito ushers you through the forested paths toward the inn.
"Nah I'm solid. Died a few times and have been revived. That's probably why."
He stumbles a few times, coughing as they walk
"Well if that's the case, you're probably more of a revenant than you think. Minus the time limit. But then again, if you're hellbent on living, you probably got something trying to keep you dead, huh?" His reptilian face splits into a cruel grin. "But a demon like me probably isn't the expert on matters of undeath. And besides, you've already got someone for that, don'tcha?"
Eventually they reach the Inn, and Eito helps you over the threshold.
He nods. "Yeah. Well my wife doesn't want me dead. She's the one who keeps reviving me."
He looks up at them. "Thank you..."
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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.
He takes it. "The Inn..." he coughs into his arm again.
“Ghost stories? What are you, some kind of revenant?”
Eito ushers you through the forested paths toward the inn.
"Nah I'm solid. Died a few times and have been revived. That's probably why."
He stumbles a few times, coughing as they walk
"Well if that's the case, you're probably more of a revenant than you think. Minus the time limit. But then again, if you're hellbent on living, you probably got something trying to keep you dead, huh?" His reptilian face splits into a cruel grin. "But a demon like me probably isn't the expert on matters of undeath. And besides, you've already got someone for that, don'tcha?"
Eventually they reach the Inn, and Eito helps you over the threshold.
He nods. "Yeah. Well my wife doesn't want me dead. She's the one who keeps reviving me."
He looks up at them. "Thank you..."
"Lucky you."
Eito nods, their expression still unreadable. "It is of no consequence."
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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.
*Looks like I'm back earlier than I expected. Does anyone want to rp? Or continue an rp? If not, I'll just be working on coming up with character ideas I don't hate.*
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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.'
*Looks like I'm back earlier than I expected. Does anyone want to rp? Or continue an rp? If not, I'll just be working on coming up with character ideas I don't hate.*
*-yanks on arm- I wanna do something with oliver*
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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.
*Looks like I'm back earlier than I expected. Does anyone want to rp? Or continue an rp? If not, I'll just be working on coming up with character ideas I don't hate.*
*-yanks on arm- I wanna do something with oliver*
*(Is easily pulled) Of course, do you want anyone specific?*
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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.'
*Looks like I'm back earlier than I expected. Does anyone want to rp? Or continue an rp? If not, I'll just be working on coming up with character ideas I don't hate.*
*-yanks on arm- I wanna do something with oliver*
*(Is easily pulled) Of course, do you want anyone specific?*
*You got any parental esqe figures?*
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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.
*Looks like I'm back earlier than I expected. Does anyone want to rp? Or continue an rp? If not, I'll just be working on coming up with character ideas I don't hate.*
*-yanks on arm- I wanna do something with oliver*
*(Is easily pulled) Of course, do you want anyone specific?*
*You got any parental esqe figures?*
*Do you want the list? Merabelle, Rag, Sparrow, John Dungeon (Though I don't recommend him), & Damian off the top of my head.*
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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.'
“Ghost stories? What are you, some kind of revenant?”
Eito ushers you through the forested paths toward the inn.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Nah I'm solid. Died a few times and have been revived. That's probably why."
He stumbles a few times, coughing as they walk
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I don't mind, no. I'll do when she's awake." It responds in an equally hushed tone, being able to infer the missing details. It moves carefully to make sure its roots don't accidentally knock anything over.
She calls off the mannequins from continuing their attacks, them all stepping back as she walks through the smoke and picks up the axe and other thing that was in his hand. She sees he has broken bones in spots, looking a little surprised. "Oh, that... that's more damage than I was expecting.You two." She replies, pointing to two of the mannequins. "Get him to the Inn and see if you can get him healed." The two nod, before picking up his unconscious body and leave the warehouse for the Inn.
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)
"Well if that's the case, you're probably more of a revenant than you think. Minus the time limit. But then again, if you're hellbent on living, you probably got something trying to keep you dead, huh?" His reptilian face splits into a cruel grin. "But a demon like me probably isn't the expert on matters of undeath. And besides, you've already got someone for that, don'tcha?"
Eventually they reach the Inn, and Eito helps you over the threshold.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He nods. "Yeah. Well my wife doesn't want me dead. She's the one who keeps reviving me."
He looks up at them. "Thank you..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*So I just looked at how many pictures I have in my files of Alan Wake....
118 pictures.*
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
*jeebers*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*On this computer alone. Which scares me.
On the other side, I only have 13 items for COD.*
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
*Yikes...erm...maybe you like Alan Wake?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*zoinks*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Lucky you."
Eito nods, their expression still unreadable. "It is of no consequence."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Looks like I'm back earlier than I expected. Does anyone want to rp? Or continue an rp? If not, I'll just be working on coming up with character ideas I don't hate.*
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.)
"Yeah.." he says, picking at his arm.
"My names Oliver..." he says, still holding onto their arm
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*-yanks on arm- I wanna do something with oliver*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*(Is easily pulled) Of course, do you want anyone specific?*
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.)
*You got any parental esqe figures?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I'll be back in like 30 ish min. Gotta go to lunch*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Do you want the list? Merabelle, Rag, Sparrow, John Dungeon (Though I don't recommend him), & Damian off the top of my head.*
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.)
*Only one more hour then I have to go get my sister, drive home, make dinner, then I can finally relax.*
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
*Hope that hour flies by for you.*
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.)