*Feel free to pick out any of my characters* *Also if anyone else finds these interesting, go ahead*
Georgie is reading in the library
Tycho is sat on a rooftop, eating lunch
The local church is being swarmed with guards, due to the priests having been hung from the rafters overnight
Mary-Anne Beckett, a little doll girl in a black dress, is happily watching the event unfold from a nearby bench.
Theres some laughter from nearby, one of the carnival folk, form the look of it a jester, sits down on the bench with her, "My my, seems theres been an eventful night"
Heriot has healed from her battle injuries and is better from it, currently doing some strength training to keep herself in shape.
Tengen is meditating in the forest, a moat of blue hellfire surrounding him as he takes long deep breath, his eyes closed.
Malafasa lands behind her softly.
Loriche walks through the flames absentmindedly, looking around.
They look up at them, getting out of push up position “Oh, you’re back.” She smiles a bit.
Tengen opens an eye, before tapping them softly, considering how close they are “Hello?”
Mala smiles a tiny bit too. “Yep.”
“Hiya.” She says nonchalantly, waving.
“Come to see how I was recovering? I’m fine.” She puts her halberd over her shoulder.
He sighs, taking a step back, the flames following him “Tengen, nice to meet you.”
“Glad to hear it.”
Loriche turns and smiles. “I’m Loriche va Bental. What brings you to this neck of the woods?”
“What? Are you my friend now or something?”
He smiles back at them, though only slightly “Simple meditation, not anything important. Loriche? That’s… a strangely familiar name, but they would be long dead by now.”
“I mean… I thought our fight was just, like, sparring, I guess…”
“Well it might be me. I should’ve been dead long ago.”
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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.
*Feel free to pick out any of my characters* *Also if anyone else finds these interesting, go ahead*
Georgie is reading in the library
Tycho is sat on a rooftop, eating lunch
The local church is being swarmed with guards, due to the priests having been hung from the rafters overnight
Mary-Anne Beckett, a little doll girl in a black dress, is happily watching the event unfold from a nearby bench.
Theres some laughter from nearby, one of the carnival folk, form the look of it a jester, sits down on the bench with her, "My my, seems theres been an eventful night"
She chuckles. “I heard the priests died. I wonder, do you think it was painful?” her head turns to face the jester, but not the rest of her body.
He chews on their words, frowning a bit. "I will admit, thats not the offer i wanted... but, I'm tired of destroying my life and invading on others. Consider it done."
"Did you f-find Him?" she asks nervously.
He shakes his had. "I don't know, perhaps I'll stay in this town for a while."
“Sweet. Hold still.” Rio turns to him and suddenly plunges his fangs into your forehead. However, they sink through you like water and don’t hurt you at all. It’s just an odd sensation.
“No. I’m no detective. But I think there actually is some investigator guy who came to town recently.”
“Okay.” Yod shrugs. “So, uh… who are you anyhow?”
He fights the instinct to jump back, wincing in non existent pain.
"O-oh, okay...." she frowns. "Thats okay... I just wanna keep myself safe."
"Cevin Lyverious of Lindenwald, unflatteringly known in my kingdom as... The Puppy Prince." He says the last words with a pout.
After a couple moments of this, he draws back. “There you go. Simple as that.”
“Well don’t worry, I’ll make sure nobody hurts you! Not in my establishment!”
“I can see why.” Yod responds bluntly.
He shudders, grabbing his forehead. "Really? It's over?"
"Last I heard, you're the janitor..."
"The title is degrading, and unruly!" he pouts again. "Just because i act different, and enjoy certain things, does not make me a puppy!"
“Yeah. Try a spell. All you have to do is, like, clench your brain, and the words and motions will come to you.”
He frowns. “True. But doesn’t mean I can’t do my part to help people, right?”
“Certain things? Like what.”
He tries to summon... a waffle.
She giggles. "of course."
He flushes again "Things I shan't discuss in public."
It doesn’t work because that’s not a warlock ability at level 1, but he still can feel the unknown tingling of magical energy and its potential.
“I mean, being the janitor here ain’t too bad. Eventful, for sure. So what do you do for a living?”
Yod looks around at the utterly silent and deserted forest, brushing some hair out of his face. “Doesn’t get much more private than this, I’d say.” He seems quite oblivious.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Feel free to pick out any of my characters* *Also if anyone else finds these interesting, go ahead*
Georgie is reading in the library
Tycho is sat on a rooftop, eating lunch
The local church is being swarmed with guards, due to the priests having been hung from the rafters overnight
Mary-Anne Beckett, a little doll girl in a black dress, is happily watching the event unfold from a nearby bench.
Theres some laughter from nearby, one of the carnival folk, form the look of it a jester, sits down on the bench with her, "My my, seems theres been an eventful night"
She chuckles. “I heard the priests died. I wonder, do you think it was painful?” her head turns to face the jester, but not the rest of her body.
*Feel free to pick out any of my characters* *Also if anyone else finds these interesting, go ahead*
Georgie is reading in the library
Tycho is sat on a rooftop, eating lunch
The local church is being swarmed with guards, due to the priests having been hung from the rafters overnight
Mary-Anne Beckett, a little doll girl in a black dress, is happily watching the event unfold from a nearby bench.
Theres some laughter from nearby, one of the carnival folk, form the look of it a jester, sits down on the bench with her, "My my, seems theres been an eventful night"
She chuckles. “I heard the priests died. I wonder, do you think it was painful?” her head turns to face the jester, but not the rest of her body.
"From the sound of it, they were hung with rope"
“Gah, that’s boring… were those priests important?” She gets up from the bench, as if she‘s going to go into the church to see what happened for herself.
Heriot has healed from her battle injuries and is better from it, currently doing some strength training to keep herself in shape.
Tengen is meditating in the forest, a moat of blue hellfire surrounding him as he takes long deep breath, his eyes closed.
Malafasa lands behind her softly.
Loriche walks through the flames absentmindedly, looking around.
They look up at them, getting out of push up position “Oh, you’re back.” She smiles a bit.
Tengen opens an eye, before tapping them softly, considering how close they are “Hello?”
Mala smiles a tiny bit too. “Yep.”
“Hiya.” She says nonchalantly, waving.
“Come to see how I was recovering? I’m fine.” She puts her halberd over her shoulder.
He sighs, taking a step back, the flames following him “Tengen, nice to meet you.”
“Glad to hear it.”
Loriche turns and smiles. “I’m Loriche va Bental. What brings you to this neck of the woods?”
“What? Are you my friend now or something?”
He smiles back at them, though only slightly “Simple meditation, not anything important. Loriche? That’s… a strangely familiar name, but they would be long dead by now.”
“I mean… I thought our fight was just, like, sparring, I guess…”
“Well it might be me. I should’ve been dead long ago.”
“I mean… I started out a fight, I guess it was sparring. You’re right I guess.” She shrugs.
“I know it’s rude, but how old are you?” He asks, tilting his head
Heriot has healed from her battle injuries and is better from it, currently doing some strength training to keep herself in shape.
Tengen is meditating in the forest, a moat of blue hellfire surrounding him as he takes long deep breath, his eyes closed.
Malafasa lands behind her softly.
Loriche walks through the flames absentmindedly, looking around.
They look up at them, getting out of push up position “Oh, you’re back.” She smiles a bit.
Tengen opens an eye, before tapping them softly, considering how close they are “Hello?”
Mala smiles a tiny bit too. “Yep.”
“Hiya.” She says nonchalantly, waving.
“Come to see how I was recovering? I’m fine.” She puts her halberd over her shoulder.
He sighs, taking a step back, the flames following him “Tengen, nice to meet you.”
“Glad to hear it.”
Loriche turns and smiles. “I’m Loriche va Bental. What brings you to this neck of the woods?”
“What? Are you my friend now or something?”
He smiles back at them, though only slightly “Simple meditation, not anything important. Loriche? That’s… a strangely familiar name, but they would be long dead by now.”
“I mean… I thought our fight was just, like, sparring, I guess…”
“Well it might be me. I should’ve been dead long ago.”
“I mean… I started out a fight, I guess it was sparring. You’re right I guess.” She shrugs.
“I know it’s rude, but how old are you?” He asks, tilting his head
“Okay. Good. Just making sure you didn’t think I was just like whaling on you for no reason.”
“Somewhere around 960, give or take.”
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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 chews on their words, frowning a bit. "I will admit, thats not the offer i wanted... but, I'm tired of destroying my life and invading on others. Consider it done."
"Did you f-find Him?" she asks nervously.
He shakes his had. "I don't know, perhaps I'll stay in this town for a while."
“Sweet. Hold still.” Rio turns to him and suddenly plunges his fangs into your forehead. However, they sink through you like water and don’t hurt you at all. It’s just an odd sensation.
“No. I’m no detective. But I think there actually is some investigator guy who came to town recently.”
“Okay.” Yod shrugs. “So, uh… who are you anyhow?”
He fights the instinct to jump back, wincing in non existent pain.
"O-oh, okay...." she frowns. "Thats okay... I just wanna keep myself safe."
"Cevin Lyverious of Lindenwald, unflatteringly known in my kingdom as... The Puppy Prince." He says the last words with a pout.
After a couple moments of this, he draws back. “There you go. Simple as that.”
“Well don’t worry, I’ll make sure nobody hurts you! Not in my establishment!”
“I can see why.” Yod responds bluntly.
He shudders, grabbing his forehead. "Really? It's over?"
"Last I heard, you're the janitor..."
"The title is degrading, and unruly!" he pouts again. "Just because i act different, and enjoy certain things, does not make me a puppy!"
“Yeah. Try a spell. All you have to do is, like, clench your brain, and the words and motions will come to you.”
He frowns. “True. But doesn’t mean I can’t do my part to help people, right?”
“Certain things? Like what.”
He tries to summon... a waffle.
She giggles. "of course."
He flushes again "Things I shan't discuss in public."
It doesn’t work because that’s not a warlock ability at level 1, but he still can feel the unknown tingling of magical energy and its potential.
“I mean, being the janitor here ain’t too bad. Eventful, for sure. So what do you do for a living?”
Yod looks around at the utterly silent and deserted forest, brushing some hair out of his face. “Doesn’t get much more private than this, I’d say.” He seems quite oblivious.
"F[GP]" he says, pouting. instead, he tries chill touch on his glass of water.
"I am... a hired mercenary and escort."
"N-not what i meant..." he says, rubbing the back of his head. "Uhm, do you know of... anywhere to get a drink?" he asks, clicking his pointer claws together.
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Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Anytown, USA] (That's a link.. Please click it.) S♡J 2-13-25
*Feel free to pick out any of my characters* *Also if anyone else finds these interesting, go ahead*
Georgie is reading in the library
Tycho is sat on a rooftop, eating lunch
The local church is being swarmed with guards, due to the priests having been hung from the rafters overnight
Mary-Anne Beckett, a little doll girl in a black dress, is happily watching the event unfold from a nearby bench.
Theres some laughter from nearby, one of the carnival folk, form the look of it a jester, sits down on the bench with her, "My my, seems theres been an eventful night"
She chuckles. “I heard the priests died. I wonder, do you think it was painful?” her head turns to face the jester, but not the rest of her body.
"From the sound of it, they were hung with rope"
“Gah, that’s boring… were those priests important?” She gets up from the bench, as if she‘s going to go into the church to see what happened for herself.
"Hmm, lets see." he muses, "16 priests, a few head priests, and the rest are jsut normal priests. But the whole church is a massacre" he chuckles, "Sounds like a bad joke"
He chews on their words, frowning a bit. "I will admit, thats not the offer i wanted... but, I'm tired of destroying my life and invading on others. Consider it done."
"Did you f-find Him?" she asks nervously.
He shakes his had. "I don't know, perhaps I'll stay in this town for a while."
“Sweet. Hold still.” Rio turns to him and suddenly plunges his fangs into your forehead. However, they sink through you like water and don’t hurt you at all. It’s just an odd sensation.
“No. I’m no detective. But I think there actually is some investigator guy who came to town recently.”
“Okay.” Yod shrugs. “So, uh… who are you anyhow?”
He fights the instinct to jump back, wincing in non existent pain.
"O-oh, okay...." she frowns. "Thats okay... I just wanna keep myself safe."
"Cevin Lyverious of Lindenwald, unflatteringly known in my kingdom as... The Puppy Prince." He says the last words with a pout.
After a couple moments of this, he draws back. “There you go. Simple as that.”
“Well don’t worry, I’ll make sure nobody hurts you! Not in my establishment!”
“I can see why.” Yod responds bluntly.
He shudders, grabbing his forehead. "Really? It's over?"
"Last I heard, you're the janitor..."
"The title is degrading, and unruly!" he pouts again. "Just because i act different, and enjoy certain things, does not make me a puppy!"
“Yeah. Try a spell. All you have to do is, like, clench your brain, and the words and motions will come to you.”
He frowns. “True. But doesn’t mean I can’t do my part to help people, right?”
“Certain things? Like what.”
He tries to summon... a waffle.
She giggles. "of course."
He flushes again "Things I shan't discuss in public."
It doesn’t work because that’s not a warlock ability at level 1, but he still can feel the unknown tingling of magical energy and its potential.
“I mean, being the janitor here ain’t too bad. Eventful, for sure. So what do you do for a living?”
Yod looks around at the utterly silent and deserted forest, brushing some hair out of his face. “Doesn’t get much more private than this, I’d say.” He seems quite oblivious.
"F[GP]" he says, pouting. instead, he tries chill touch on his glass of water.
"I am... a hired mercenary and escort."
"N-not what i meant..." he says, rubbing the back of his head. "Uhm, do you know of... anywhere to get a drink?" he asks, clicking his pointer claws together.
The liquid freezes and small spidery cracks begin weaving along the surface of the glass.
“…okay.” He nods.
“There’s a tavern of sorts a couple miles west. I can bring you there.”
*bro hit that 🥺👉👈*
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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.
Heriot has healed from her battle injuries and is better from it, currently doing some strength training to keep herself in shape.
Tengen is meditating in the forest, a moat of blue hellfire surrounding him as he takes long deep breath, his eyes closed.
Malafasa lands behind her softly.
Loriche walks through the flames absentmindedly, looking around.
They look up at them, getting out of push up position “Oh, you’re back.” She smiles a bit.
Tengen opens an eye, before tapping them softly, considering how close they are “Hello?”
Mala smiles a tiny bit too. “Yep.”
“Hiya.” She says nonchalantly, waving.
“Come to see how I was recovering? I’m fine.” She puts her halberd over her shoulder.
He sighs, taking a step back, the flames following him “Tengen, nice to meet you.”
“Glad to hear it.”
Loriche turns and smiles. “I’m Loriche va Bental. What brings you to this neck of the woods?”
“What? Are you my friend now or something?”
He smiles back at them, though only slightly “Simple meditation, not anything important. Loriche? That’s… a strangely familiar name, but they would be long dead by now.”
“I mean… I thought our fight was just, like, sparring, I guess…”
“Well it might be me. I should’ve been dead long ago.”
“I mean… I started out a fight, I guess it was sparring. You’re right I guess.” She shrugs.
“I know it’s rude, but how old are you?” He asks, tilting his head
“Okay. Good. Just making sure you didn’t think I was just like whaling on you for no reason.”
“Somewhere around 960, give or take.”
“No no, even if you were, I wouldn’t hold it against you. Has anything happened to you since then?”
He raises an eyebrow before laughing “Good to know I’m not one of the only elderly around here.”
Theres some laughter from nearby, one of the carnival folk, form the look of it a jester, sits down on the bench with her, "My my, seems theres been an eventful night"
“I mean… I thought our fight was just, like, sparring, I guess…”
“Well it might be me. I should’ve been dead long ago.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She chuckles. “I heard the priests died. I wonder, do you think it was painful?” her head turns to face the jester, but not the rest of her body.
It doesn’t work because that’s not a warlock ability at level 1, but he still can feel the unknown tingling of magical energy and its potential.
“I mean, being the janitor here ain’t too bad. Eventful, for sure. So what do you do for a living?”
Yod looks around at the utterly silent and deserted forest, brushing some hair out of his face. “Doesn’t get much more private than this, I’d say.” He seems quite oblivious.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"From the sound of it, they were hung with rope"
“Gah, that’s boring… were those priests important?” She gets up from the bench, as if she‘s going to go into the church to see what happened for herself.
"You've certainly given me a boisterous greeting." he jerks a bit at the pat, being 5'11 but scrawny.
He looks up at her tentatively. "Duchess?..."
He kisses her cheek, leaving another golden lip print, before returning to his food. "I love you so, my dear."
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Anytown, USA] (That's a link.. Please click it.)
S♡J
2-13-25
“I mean… I started out a fight, I guess it was sparring. You’re right I guess.” She shrugs.
“I know it’s rude, but how old are you?” He asks, tilting his head
*Does anyone wanna RP?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Okay. Good. Just making sure you didn’t think I was just like whaling on you for no reason.”
“Somewhere around 960, give or take.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"F[GP]" he says, pouting. instead, he tries chill touch on his glass of water.
"I am... a hired mercenary and escort."
"N-not what i meant..." he says, rubbing the back of his head. "Uhm, do you know of... anywhere to get a drink?" he asks, clicking his pointer claws together.
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Anytown, USA] (That's a link.. Please click it.)
S♡J
2-13-25
“It’s the least I can do for a prince!” He says, giving the warmest smile anyone could ever give before beginning to walk again.
She hugs them tightly, her eyes moistening with tears “I’m… so sorry…”
“And I do as well, more than all the jewels in the world.” She says, making herself a small meal, beginning to be alongside them.
*I must away! love you guys*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Anytown, USA] (That's a link.. Please click it.)
S♡J
2-13-25
"Hmm, lets see." he muses, "16 priests, a few head priests, and the rest are jsut normal priests. But the whole church is a massacre" he chuckles, "Sounds like a bad joke"
*Ye*
The liquid freezes and small spidery cracks begin weaving along the surface of the glass.
“…okay.” He nods.
“There’s a tavern of sorts a couple miles west. I can bring you there.”
*bro hit that 🥺👉👈*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Who ya want?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*aww no! see you around dude…*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“No no, even if you were, I wouldn’t hold it against you. Has anything happened to you since then?”
He raises an eyebrow before laughing “Good to know I’m not one of the only elderly around here.”
*See you around dude, have a good one man, love.*