*Anybody else want to roleplay? Pretty please? I would love to spend some time with all of you, enjoying your characters and such.*
*Anyone else at all?*
*sure!*
*Who would you like?*
*anyone could work, and I still don’t know your characters all too well, but I have my new character, Calypso, ready*
*Oh, then if you want to play Calypso, here.*
Elijah is lying down outside of his shop in a hammock that he had set up. He watches people as they pass by, his eyes piercing through all of them as he smiles softly, humming to himself.
He shakes slightly, before looking at them and smiling just a little bit “Thank ya pardner, I needed somebody ta talk ta, an’ ta have ya here really helps. I’m Sparrow Valentine.”
“Maybe you should give yourself some purpose now?” She asks them, “Maybe, I’m not the best one to give that advice though.”
“I am always available to speak with. You need only follow the black stone path in the northeast.”
“And what do you expect me to be good for?”
“An’ if ya ever need ta find me, I got a home in the forest, I am learnin’ how to cook if ya ever want a treat.”
“I don’t know, scouting? Fighting people? I’m a killer, I haven’t done anything more than that.”
“It would not serve me, but the gesture is kind.”
“I haven’t seen you kill anyone.”
He shrugs, chuckling “Either way, visit whenever ya like.”
“I almost killed you, didn’t I?” She asks them, putting a hand her hip “I’m a soldier, it’s what I do.”
“I shall. Your dwelling is open to me, and in that you show the altruism we are commanded to display.”
“Oh. Well I bet you’ve never brought down a steel arch bridge with nothing but your wings.”
“Altruism? Nah, I ain’t good enough fer all that, after all, my sisters used ta be monstrous demons, an’ I wasn’t too good myself.”
“Maybe that’s because I don’t have any wings. I bet you’ve never fought a Shambler before, let alone beat one.”
“One is not the measure of one’s past, but of one’s composition.”
She tilts her head. “What’s a shambler?”
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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.
Stroth has somehow disappeared without a trace. She has left letter behind to only three people, Riotan, Sparrow, and KK. She has addressed that she is hiding in her demiplane for now until she feels safer.
Sable is outside in the garden by the Marrow House, sketching pictures of the flowers that bloom beautifully.
Riotan is reading the letter and feeling worried. It’s not something he’s really ever felt before, however faint it may be. But he’s bottling those feelings up, as he does with all of his less-than-demonic impulses.
For reasons unknown, Thirteen is still trying to investigate.
In his it mostly talks about 'Valentine' and how it has brought back her former lover and The Brand. She is paranoid, in ever sentence and word, that things will get worse for her.
Sable seems to watch him from the garden.
“Wish I could’ve had a chance to tell her about the other effects.” He sighs. “Oh well. If she wanted to talk, she could just sacrifice some virgin blood or whatever they need for communing nowadays.”
Thirteen quickly murmurs an Elvish verse and turns invisible. He then begins to creep along the perimeter.
At the bottom of his letter, in the tiniest of font in a language that converts back to common of read backwards in abyssal, is an incantation.
Sable sighs and continues to his art, trying to ignore the invisible elf.
He shrugs and reads it aloud.
Thirteen infiltrates the edge of the house as best he can. Stealth: 4
Suddenly, he is in Stroth's Demiplane, standing on a circle in the middle of the lab. He can hear the sound of something crashing as Stroth appears, her body a warping mess of previous forms though it seems to stabilize as she sees him. She drops a pipe she has in hand and hugs him.
Sable sighs and rubs his eyes "I could see you trying to sneak in before ye turned invisible you gobshite.."
He hugs her back. “How’s the gestation going? ‘Cause I never got a chance to tell you everything.”
“I know.” Thirteen says calmly.
"Bad.. really bad... I think I am having a panic attack." She said, laughing nervously and pacing.
He shakes slightly, before looking at them and smiling just a little bit “Thank ya pardner, I needed somebody ta talk ta, an’ ta have ya here really helps. I’m Sparrow Valentine.”
“Maybe you should give yourself some purpose now?” She asks them, “Maybe, I’m not the best one to give that advice though.”
“I am always available to speak with. You need only follow the black stone path in the northeast.”
“And what do you expect me to be good for?”
“An’ if ya ever need ta find me, I got a home in the forest, I am learnin’ how to cook if ya ever want a treat.”
“I don’t know, scouting? Fighting people? I’m a killer, I haven’t done anything more than that.”
“It would not serve me, but the gesture is kind.”
“I haven’t seen you kill anyone.”
He shrugs, chuckling “Either way, visit whenever ya like.”
“I almost killed you, didn’t I?” She asks them, putting a hand her hip “I’m a soldier, it’s what I do.”
“I shall. Your dwelling is open to me, and in that you show the altruism we are commanded to display.”
“Oh. Well I bet you’ve never brought down a steel arch bridge with nothing but your wings.”
“Altruism? Nah, I ain’t good enough fer all that, after all, my sisters used ta be monstrous demons, an’ I wasn’t too good myself.”
“Maybe that’s because I don’t have any wings. I bet you’ve never fought a Shambler before, let alone beat one.”
“One is not the measure of one’s past, but of one’s composition.”
She tilts her head. “What’s a shambler?”
“And what is my composition, pardner?” He asks, beginning to wrap his arms with bandages.
“A monster from beyond the cosmos, they suck to fight! They’re the worst!”
*Anybody else want to roleplay? Pretty please? I would love to spend some time with all of you, enjoying your characters and such.*
*Anyone else at all?*
*sure!*
*Who would you like?*
*anyone could work, and I still don’t know your characters all too well, but I have my new character, Calypso, ready*
*Oh, then if you want to play Calypso, here.*
Elijah is lying down outside of his shop in a hammock that he had set up. He watches people as they pass by, his eyes piercing through all of them as he smiles softly, humming to himself.
Calypso, a cloaked woman with dark skin and long, braided hair, stumbles past him, almost tripping on a tree branch. She’s shivering, cold, and wet, definitely not in appropriate clothes for anything under 65 degrees. She looks a bit panicked, and seems to be heading towards the tavern.
Stroth has somehow disappeared without a trace. She has left letter behind to only three people, Riotan, Sparrow, and KK. She has addressed that she is hiding in her demiplane for now until she feels safer.
Sable is outside in the garden by the Marrow House, sketching pictures of the flowers that bloom beautifully.
Riotan is reading the letter and feeling worried. It’s not something he’s really ever felt before, however faint it may be. But he’s bottling those feelings up, as he does with all of his less-than-demonic impulses.
For reasons unknown, Thirteen is still trying to investigate.
In his it mostly talks about 'Valentine' and how it has brought back her former lover and The Brand. She is paranoid, in ever sentence and word, that things will get worse for her.
Sable seems to watch him from the garden.
“Wish I could’ve had a chance to tell her about the other effects.” He sighs. “Oh well. If she wanted to talk, she could just sacrifice some virgin blood or whatever they need for communing nowadays.”
Thirteen quickly murmurs an Elvish verse and turns invisible. He then begins to creep along the perimeter.
At the bottom of his letter, in the tiniest of font in a language that converts back to common of read backwards in abyssal, is an incantation.
Sable sighs and continues to his art, trying to ignore the invisible elf.
He shrugs and reads it aloud.
Thirteen infiltrates the edge of the house as best he can. Stealth: 4
Suddenly, he is in Stroth's Demiplane, standing on a circle in the middle of the lab. He can hear the sound of something crashing as Stroth appears, her body a warping mess of previous forms though it seems to stabilize as she sees him. She drops a pipe she has in hand and hugs him.
Sable sighs and rubs his eyes "I could see you trying to sneak in before ye turned invisible you gobshite.."
He hugs her back. “How’s the gestation going? ‘Cause I never got a chance to tell you everything.”
“I know.” Thirteen says calmly.
"Bad.. really bad... I think I am having a panic attack." She said, laughing nervously and pacing.
"Why are you here?" He asked.
“Is the fetus still there though? It ought to have worked, but your changing forms could disrupt it…”
“Because it’s my mission to catalogue the environment, history, and geography of this place, and I’ve tried to engage in pleasant conversation with you, but you’ve shut me down every time.”
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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.
*Anybody else want to roleplay? Pretty please? I would love to spend some time with all of you, enjoying your characters and such.*
*Anyone else at all?*
*sure!*
*Who would you like?*
*anyone could work, and I still don’t know your characters all too well, but I have my new character, Calypso, ready*
*Oh, then if you want to play Calypso, here.*
Elijah is lying down outside of his shop in a hammock that he had set up. He watches people as they pass by, his eyes piercing through all of them as he smiles softly, humming to himself.
Calypso, a cloaked woman with dark skin and long, braided hair, stumbles past him, almost tripping on a tree branch. She’s shivering, cold, and wet, definitely not in appropriate clothes for anything under 65 degrees. She looks a bit panicked, and seems to be heading towards the tavern.
He flips out of the hammock, dropping to his feet “Ma’am, I hate to tell you this, but you might not want to get hypothermia.” He walks inside of his shop, quickly coming back out with two jackets and a hot cup of cocoa, giving them to her as they both continue to walk “Are you okay?”
He shakes slightly, before looking at them and smiling just a little bit “Thank ya pardner, I needed somebody ta talk ta, an’ ta have ya here really helps. I’m Sparrow Valentine.”
“Maybe you should give yourself some purpose now?” She asks them, “Maybe, I’m not the best one to give that advice though.”
“I am always available to speak with. You need only follow the black stone path in the northeast.”
“And what do you expect me to be good for?”
“An’ if ya ever need ta find me, I got a home in the forest, I am learnin’ how to cook if ya ever want a treat.”
“I don’t know, scouting? Fighting people? I’m a killer, I haven’t done anything more than that.”
“It would not serve me, but the gesture is kind.”
“I haven’t seen you kill anyone.”
He shrugs, chuckling “Either way, visit whenever ya like.”
“I almost killed you, didn’t I?” She asks them, putting a hand her hip “I’m a soldier, it’s what I do.”
“I shall. Your dwelling is open to me, and in that you show the altruism we are commanded to display.”
“Oh. Well I bet you’ve never brought down a steel arch bridge with nothing but your wings.”
“Altruism? Nah, I ain’t good enough fer all that, after all, my sisters used ta be monstrous demons, an’ I wasn’t too good myself.”
“Maybe that’s because I don’t have any wings. I bet you’ve never fought a Shambler before, let alone beat one.”
“One is not the measure of one’s past, but of one’s composition.”
She tilts her head. “What’s a shambler?”
“And what is my composition, pardner?” He asks, beginning to wrap his arms with bandages.
“A monster from beyond the cosmos, they suck to fight! They’re the worst!”
“I do not know.”
She nods. “Anything beyond the cosmos sounds bad to me.”
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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 shakes slightly, before looking at them and smiling just a little bit “Thank ya pardner, I needed somebody ta talk ta, an’ ta have ya here really helps. I’m Sparrow Valentine.”
“Maybe you should give yourself some purpose now?” She asks them, “Maybe, I’m not the best one to give that advice though.”
“I am always available to speak with. You need only follow the black stone path in the northeast.”
“And what do you expect me to be good for?”
“An’ if ya ever need ta find me, I got a home in the forest, I am learnin’ how to cook if ya ever want a treat.”
“I don’t know, scouting? Fighting people? I’m a killer, I haven’t done anything more than that.”
“It would not serve me, but the gesture is kind.”
“I haven’t seen you kill anyone.”
He shrugs, chuckling “Either way, visit whenever ya like.”
“I almost killed you, didn’t I?” She asks them, putting a hand her hip “I’m a soldier, it’s what I do.”
“I shall. Your dwelling is open to me, and in that you show the altruism we are commanded to display.”
“Oh. Well I bet you’ve never brought down a steel arch bridge with nothing but your wings.”
“Altruism? Nah, I ain’t good enough fer all that, after all, my sisters used ta be monstrous demons, an’ I wasn’t too good myself.”
“Maybe that’s because I don’t have any wings. I bet you’ve never fought a Shambler before, let alone beat one.”
“One is not the measure of one’s past, but of one’s composition.”
She tilts her head. “What’s a shambler?”
“And what is my composition, pardner?” He asks, beginning to wrap his arms with bandages.
“A monster from beyond the cosmos, they suck to fight! They’re the worst!”
“I do not know.”
She nods. “Anything beyond the cosmos sounds bad to me.”
He sighs, chuckling “It is what it is.”
“They are strong, but they are so lame! They just summon little minions!”
*Anybody else want to roleplay? Pretty please? I would love to spend some time with all of you, enjoying your characters and such.*
*Anyone else at all?*
*sure!*
*Who would you like?*
*anyone could work, and I still don’t know your characters all too well, but I have my new character, Calypso, ready*
*Oh, then if you want to play Calypso, here.*
Elijah is lying down outside of his shop in a hammock that he had set up. He watches people as they pass by, his eyes piercing through all of them as he smiles softly, humming to himself.
Calypso, a cloaked woman with dark skin and long, braided hair, stumbles past him, almost tripping on a tree branch. She’s shivering, cold, and wet, definitely not in appropriate clothes for anything under 65 degrees. She looks a bit panicked, and seems to be heading towards the tavern.
He flips out of the hammock, dropping to his feet “Ma’am, I hate to tell you this, but you might not want to get hypothermia.” He walks inside of his shop, quickly coming back out with two jackets and a hot cup of cocoa, giving them to her as they both continue to walk “Are you okay?”
She stumbled along with him. “Thank you…” she puts on the jacket. “I… I don’t know… what’s… hypothermia?”
*sure! I have a new character I’d like to try out some, Calypso!*
*of course, sounds awesome.*
Malafasa is perched along the treeline beside the tavern, preening angrily.
A cloaked woman with dark skin, long, braided hair, green eyes, and a panicked expression is making her way to the tavern. She is definitely not dressed for this cold weather.
*sure! I have a new character I’d like to try out some, Calypso!*
*of course, sounds awesome.*
Malafasa is perched along the treeline beside the tavern, preening angrily.
A cloaked woman with dark skin, long, braided hair, green eyes, and a panicked expression is making her way to the tavern. She is definitely not dressed for this cold weather.
Malafasa swoops down beside her. “Cold, are you?”
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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.
*sure! I have a new character I’d like to try out some, Calypso!*
*of course, sounds awesome.*
Malafasa is perched along the treeline beside the tavern, preening angrily.
A cloaked woman with dark skin, long, braided hair, green eyes, and a panicked expression is making her way to the tavern. She is definitely not dressed for this cold weather.
Malafasa swoops down beside her. “Cold, are you?”
She looks up to Malafasa, taking a step back. “Y-yes…. I didn’t know it could get this cold…”
*sure! I have a new character I’d like to try out some, Calypso!*
*of course, sounds awesome.*
Malafasa is perched along the treeline beside the tavern, preening angrily.
A cloaked woman with dark skin, long, braided hair, green eyes, and a panicked expression is making her way to the tavern. She is definitely not dressed for this cold weather.
Malafasa swoops down beside her. “Cold, are you?”
She looks up to Malafasa, taking a step back. “Y-yes…. I didn’t know it could get this cold…”
In the dark, Malafasa looks quite sinister, her wide bloodshot eyes and massive wings overshadowing you greatly. “Where were you before that was so warm then?”
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.
*sure! I have a new character I’d like to try out some, Calypso!*
*of course, sounds awesome.*
Malafasa is perched along the treeline beside the tavern, preening angrily.
A cloaked woman with dark skin, long, braided hair, green eyes, and a panicked expression is making her way to the tavern. She is definitely not dressed for this cold weather.
Malafasa swoops down beside her. “Cold, are you?”
She looks up to Malafasa, taking a step back. “Y-yes…. I didn’t know it could get this cold…”
In the dark, Malafasa looks quite sinister, her wide bloodshot eyes and massive wings overshadowing you greatly. “Where were you before that was so warm then?”
“It was… the island… warm all year, and now, wherever I am… is this… frozen water in the air?” she ponders, examining a snowflake melt in her hands.
*sure! I have a new character I’d like to try out some, Calypso!*
*of course, sounds awesome.*
Malafasa is perched along the treeline beside the tavern, preening angrily.
A cloaked woman with dark skin, long, braided hair, green eyes, and a panicked expression is making her way to the tavern. She is definitely not dressed for this cold weather.
Malafasa swoops down beside her. “Cold, are you?”
She looks up to Malafasa, taking a step back. “Y-yes…. I didn’t know it could get this cold…”
In the dark, Malafasa looks quite sinister, her wide bloodshot eyes and massive wings overshadowing you greatly. “Where were you before that was so warm then?”
“It was… the island… warm all year, and now, wherever I am… is this… frozen water in the air?” she ponders, examining a snowflake melt in her hands.
She fans out her wings and holds them over Calypso’s head like an umbrella. “Well do you want to get somewhere warm enough to survive or not?”
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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.
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*Oh, then if you want to play Calypso, here.*
Elijah is lying down outside of his shop in a hammock that he had set up. He watches people as they pass by, his eyes piercing through all of them as he smiles softly, humming to himself.
“One is not the measure of one’s past, but of one’s composition.”
She tilts her head. “What’s a shambler?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Bad.. really bad... I think I am having a panic attack." She said, laughing nervously and pacing.
"Why are you here?" He asked.
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
“And what is my composition, pardner?” He asks, beginning to wrap his arms with bandages.
“A monster from beyond the cosmos, they suck to fight! They’re the worst!”
Calypso, a cloaked woman with dark skin and long, braided hair, stumbles past him, almost tripping on a tree branch. She’s shivering, cold, and wet, definitely not in appropriate clothes for anything under 65 degrees. She looks a bit panicked, and seems to be heading towards the tavern.
“Is the fetus still there though? It ought to have worked, but your changing forms could disrupt it…”
“Because it’s my mission to catalogue the environment, history, and geography of this place, and I’ve tried to engage in pleasant conversation with you, but you’ve shut me down every time.”
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 flips out of the hammock, dropping to his feet “Ma’am, I hate to tell you this, but you might not want to get hypothermia.” He walks inside of his shop, quickly coming back out with two jackets and a hot cup of cocoa, giving them to her as they both continue to walk “Are you okay?”
“I do not know.”
She nods. “Anything beyond the cosmos sounds bad to me.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*oh hey arch wanna rp?*
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 sighs, chuckling “It is what it is.”
“They are strong, but they are so lame! They just summon little minions!”
*sure! I have a new character I’d like to try out some, Calypso!*
She stumbled along with him. “Thank you…” she puts on the jacket. “I… I don’t know… what’s… hypothermia?”
“Whatever that may be…”
“What do they look like?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*of course, sounds awesome.*
Malafasa is perched along the treeline beside the tavern, preening angrily.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A cloaked woman with dark skin, long, braided hair, green eyes, and a panicked expression is making her way to the tavern. She is definitely not dressed for this cold weather.
Malafasa swoops down beside her. “Cold, are you?”
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 looks up to Malafasa, taking a step back. “Y-yes…. I didn’t know it could get this cold…”
In the dark, Malafasa looks quite sinister, her wide bloodshot eyes and massive wings overshadowing you greatly. “Where were you before that was so warm then?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“It was… the island… warm all year, and now, wherever I am… is this… frozen water in the air?” she ponders, examining a snowflake melt in her hands.
She fans out her wings and holds them over Calypso’s head like an umbrella. “Well do you want to get somewhere warm enough to survive or not?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.