Harlow is outside, eating breakfast which consists of applesauce, plain noodles, and ground beef. He appears to be reading a book of the history of the tavern and it's surrounding area, taking notes in a book beside him.
Yuri is outside, chatting with Donn while the two sharpening their spear and pitchfork. A bottle of fey wine is passed back and forth between their glasses that sit on the ground. Yuri is talking about Oswald, gushing about him in fact, while Donn talks of his children.
James is with Masuki, though Masuki looks like she has been dragged along by force rather than willingly going with him. The two appear to be shopping downtown, though Masuki is hidden by her armor.
Mauric is on the roof, putting covers over his precious plants.
Thirteen is nearby, drawing celestial ritual circles with a sylvan bent.
Malafasa is a couple hundred feet above, watching them with a mix of concern and paranoia.
Harlow looks up from his books at the first sign of noise, eyes turning to Mauric.
Yuri and Donn seem to read the words perfectly, both saying it at the same time.
James turns his head, looking up at them, grinning as their eyes meet.
“Hi!” Mauric looks down and smiles at him.
The sigils recite an ancient elven dirge that commemorates Angharradh.
She scowls and dives, landing in front of the two of them.
Harlow nods at him, tilting his head.
"What in the world are you doing Thirteen?" Donn asks.
Masuki jumps nearly out of her skin "Christ Malafasa!"
“Ooh, whatcha eating?”
“Setting up a circle of communion.”
Mala tilts her head. “You’d like me to land differently?”
"Angel hair spaghetti, Granny Smith applesauce, and ground beef with salt on it." He shrugs "Nothing special."
"Why?" Yuri asks, chuckling.
She ignores her and looks away. James smirks at them both, not deterred in the slightest.
“Nice. A bit simple, but nothing wrong with that.”
“Research.”
“Look, I didn’t mean to scare you. What are you all even doing?”
"Can't handle most other foods. Spices make me want to throw up, I barely get down salt as it is.." he shrugs.
"Why?" She chirps again, chuckling.
"I am shopping, I dragged her along with me." He chirps happily and tilts his head.
“Oh dear. Medical condition?”
“I’m writing a new book.”
She looks agitated. “Why do you need an audience for everything?”
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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.
*Sorry, I've never actually written any sort of romance before.*
*Also, where is he?*
*Gonna say about 50 feet away.*
*Alright, I'm gonna assume he's not in the cotton fields himself but just near them.*
The shadow steps down from the air and lands in the nearby river, creating streaks of blood in it as a skeleton slowly forms, starting from the feet. The shadow itself seems to displece the water. "Howdy there. Cold outside, isn't it?" The way the darkness moves gives it an almost classical art vibe, like every motion and pose is effortlessly beautiful, excellently composed.
Harlow is outside, eating breakfast which consists of applesauce, plain noodles, and ground beef. He appears to be reading a book of the history of the tavern and it's surrounding area, taking notes in a book beside him.
Yuri is outside, chatting with Donn while the two sharpening their spear and pitchfork. A bottle of fey wine is passed back and forth between their glasses that sit on the ground. Yuri is talking about Oswald, gushing about him in fact, while Donn talks of his children.
James is with Masuki, though Masuki looks like she has been dragged along by force rather than willingly going with him. The two appear to be shopping downtown, though Masuki is hidden by her armor.
Mauric is on the roof, putting covers over his precious plants.
Thirteen is nearby, drawing celestial ritual circles with a sylvan bent.
Malafasa is a couple hundred feet above, watching them with a mix of concern and paranoia.
Harlow looks up from his books at the first sign of noise, eyes turning to Mauric.
Yuri and Donn seem to read the words perfectly, both saying it at the same time.
James turns his head, looking up at them, grinning as their eyes meet.
“Hi!” Mauric looks down and smiles at him.
The sigils recite an ancient elven dirge that commemorates Angharradh.
She scowls and dives, landing in front of the two of them.
Harlow nods at him, tilting his head.
"What in the world are you doing Thirteen?" Donn asks.
Masuki jumps nearly out of her skin "Christ Malafasa!"
“Ooh, whatcha eating?”
“Setting up a circle of communion.”
Mala tilts her head. “You’d like me to land differently?”
"Angel hair spaghetti, Granny Smith applesauce, and ground beef with salt on it." He shrugs "Nothing special."
"Why?" Yuri asks, chuckling.
She ignores her and looks away. James smirks at them both, not deterred in the slightest.
“Nice. A bit simple, but nothing wrong with that.”
“Research.”
“Look, I didn’t mean to scare you. What are you all even doing?”
"Can't handle most other foods. Spices make me want to throw up, I barely get down salt as it is.." he shrugs.
"Why?" She chirps again, chuckling.
"I am shopping, I dragged her along with me." He chirps happily and tilts his head.
“Oh dear. Medical condition?”
“I’m writing a new book.”
She looks agitated. “Why do you need an audience for everything?”
"Autism." He said, wiping his mouth off with a napkin "My name is Harlow."
Seb walks into the Inn. their pink hair still in their signature braided array.
*GASP*
*YOU’RE BACK*
*Indeebely. I'm glad to see you! I remember you from Yonstore. That was cool.*
(Good to be back! Sorry I've been away for a while, lol; I'm mostly on discord nowadays, but Nolkis has my cell number)
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Fully Homebrew Campaign, feel free to explore it! (Otherworlds inaccessible) YonStore/Wolf&Rat - Siberius "Sie" Phynxx, Zalanthaar Heavensfield, Keilynn Othraph; Fallout D&D - Zach Koch; Last of Us D&D - Leveth; Town of Agreal - Zalanthaar Heavensfield; Scrap Pile - Æshe; Site-72 - Dr. Elias Shaw; The Electric State - Zachariah; Eris' Fortune - Magi (Maykaa, Mage, Sage); The Nightmare Hold - Keilynn Othraph; Lord's Rest Inn - Lokan'Ahri
*Sorry, I've never actually written any sort of romance before.*
*Also, where is he?*
*Gonna say about 50 feet away.*
*Alright, I'm gonna assume he's not in the cotton fields himself but just near them.*
The shadow steps down from the air and lands in the nearby river, creating streaks of blood in it as a skeleton slowly forms, starting from the feet. The shadow itself seems to displece the water. "Howdy there. Cold outside, isn't it?" The way the darkness moves gives it an almost classical art vibe, like every motion and pose is effortlessly beautiful, excellently composed.
"Yes, I suppose. My skin has become numb to it." He says and looks down at his book "Is there something I can help you out with?"
Seb walks into the Inn. their pink hair still in their signature braided array.
*GASP*
*YOU’RE BACK*
*Indeebely. I'm glad to see you! I remember you from Yonstore. That was cool.*
(Good to be back! Sorry I've been away for a while, lol; I'm mostly on discord nowadays, but Nolkis has my cell number)
(nice to see you again)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*But I do not know who I want. I don't think I've played with Tengen, but I don't know who would interact with him.*
*If I could give a little description of him, he’s a lot like my other characters, lots of regrets, but as where Rag tries to move from them, and where Sparrow accepts them and moves, Tengen just tries to avoid people when he’s enraged, and pretends to be not a sin otherwise, appearing human.*
*Good idea, Lawrence. Have an introductory cutscene. And yes, it is going to read like a bad sfw yaoi.*
A handful of young adults, none of them older than 22, are in an old, abandoned plantation house, crouched around a recently discovered tabletop RPG set next to a broken-down wall revealing the ancient cotton fields.
The GM laughs as he looks down at the 12 his friend just rolled. "Looks like you critically failed." The friend smirks. "Don't worry, no one knows where my Object of Power is, so I'm safe even if I die here." The GM grins as a menacing reply, nobody noticing his horned shadow. "Yeah... but you know that house rule we agreed on?" The three girls giggle, looking at their fellow player as he blushes and his smile falters. "I... that's bull(GP)! I thought that was just for the girls! Besides, I've still got 5 Essence left before I'm out." The GM hummus a bit and rolls a d12, which turns oddly and lands on exactly 5.
"Looks like you gotta kiss me." The player looks nervous and thrilled at the same time. "But... my dad's the pastor... if he finds out-" "What, he'll disown you? Unlikely. Just say I pushed you into-" The player slams into the GM, hugging him tightly with a big kiss. Everyone seems surprised, even the player... but not the GM. After a bit, the pastor's son pulls back a bit, blushing furiously. "I... I'm sorry." The GM smiles and runs his hand through the other man's hair. "Don't be. My gaydar has been going off for the past 3 years. Honestly, I didn't expect this all to work out. I don't even know where I got this dumb idea." He chuckles, and the two kiss again.
The monstrous shadow leaves the house, rapidly constructing a physical form and dripping blood over the fields as the girls laugh at the two young men confessing their crushes on each other. It is free, and it has a cult to build. And all it took was a little manipulation of luck, and a little whisper into one man's dreams.
Riotan is nearby, listening, his spirits raised by the presence of increased gayness in the world.
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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.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*Alright, I'm gonna assume he's not in the cotton fields himself but just near them.*
The shadow steps down from the air and lands in the nearby river, creating streaks of blood in it as a skeleton slowly forms, starting from the feet. The shadow itself seems to displece the water. "Howdy there. Cold outside, isn't it?" The way the darkness moves gives it an almost classical art vibe, like every motion and pose is effortlessly beautiful, excellently composed.
"Yes, I suppose. My skin has become numb to it." He says and looks down at his book "Is there something I can help you out with?"
"Not especially. I'm not all here at the moment." The pelvis has been constructed now, and muscle, fat, and fabric have begun building around the feet and shins, causing more blood to pour out. "That's an interesting breakfast you have. Do you like it?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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“Oh dear. Medical condition?”
“I’m writing a new book.”
She looks agitated. “Why do you need an audience for everything?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Alright, I'm gonna assume he's not in the cotton fields himself but just near them.*
The shadow steps down from the air and lands in the nearby river, creating streaks of blood in it as a skeleton slowly forms, starting from the feet. The shadow itself seems to displece the water. "Howdy there. Cold outside, isn't it?" The way the darkness moves gives it an almost classical art vibe, like every motion and pose is effortlessly beautiful, excellently composed.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oh please, because I have a sense of fashion doesn't mean I have to demean myself with poor clothes." He smirks.
"But I want to do what you want." She chuckles.
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
“Your clothing choice is just as ugly as your personality. I’m disgusted by you.”
He seemingly stops himself from saying something before saying “I don’t know, teach ya how ta shoot a gun?”
"Autism." He said, wiping his mouth off with a napkin "My name is Harlow."
"A book of whaaaat?" She chuckles.
"Yes, I do, I am a drama queen." He smirks.
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 am fime as a squime, friend. My birthday is tomorrow.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(Good to be back! Sorry I've been away for a while, lol; I'm mostly on discord nowadays, but Nolkis has my cell number)
Fully Homebrew Campaign, feel free to explore it! (Otherworlds inaccessible)
YonStore/Wolf&Rat - Siberius "Sie" Phynxx, Zalanthaar Heavensfield, Keilynn Othraph; Fallout D&D - Zach Koch; Last of Us D&D - Leveth; Town of Agreal - Zalanthaar Heavensfield; Scrap Pile - Æshe; Site-72 - Dr. Elias Shaw; The Electric State - Zachariah; Eris' Fortune - Magi (Maykaa, Mage, Sage); The Nightmare Hold - Keilynn Othraph; Lord's Rest Inn - Lokan'Ahri
*ANYBODY? PLEASE?*
"Yes, I suppose. My skin has become numb to it." He says and looks down at his book "Is there something I can help you out with?"
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
"Oh dear, sticks and stones my friend." He chuckles.
"Ooh! Sure!" She claps her hands.
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
(nice to see you again)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*I would enjoy.*
*But I do not know who I want. I don't think I've played with Tengen, but I don't know who would interact with him.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“One of these days… one of these days.” He rolls his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
He hands her Rosemary “I’ll set up somethin’ fer ya ta shoot.”
*If I could give a little description of him, he’s a lot like my other characters, lots of regrets, but as where Rag tries to move from them, and where Sparrow accepts them and moves, Tengen just tries to avoid people when he’s enraged, and pretends to be not a sin otherwise, appearing human.*
Riotan is nearby, listening, his spirits raised by the presence of increased gayness in the world.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"One of these days?" He asks, smirking.
She jumps up and down, pointing to away from them both.
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
(hi wendo)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Cut for Wendi.*
“I will die, one of these days, all I have to do is be patient.” He rubs his eyes, “I can’t do anything until then, but repent, and continue.”
He sets up some empty cans and smaller targets, before going behind her, wrapping his arms around her to help her arm “Okay, do ya know anythin’?”
"Repent? You? What a dream." He sighs.
"Uhhh yes?" She offers
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
"Not especially. I'm not all here at the moment." The pelvis has been constructed now, and muscle, fat, and fabric have begun building around the feet and shins, causing more blood to pour out. "That's an interesting breakfast you have. Do you like it?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels