Inspector Thorne is in the library of the tavern, looking over an old map of the area. He sips a glass of whiskey, making notes in a small black leather bound notebook of places on the maps.
Samaritan is pacing back and forth, looking a bit agitated. He has somehow smoked three cigars in the last hour, each one smoked right down to the filter.
Azeral is sharpening his sword, sitting on a pile of bodies be has managed to kill in the past day. He is thinking of making himself of throne of bones.
Thirteen is meditating in his chair, trying to commune with something.
Rio is keeping watch over him, worried.
*desc?* Loriche is out hunting and spots him. She stays back, a bit concerned by the carnage.
Thorne glances up to retrieve the whiskey bottle perched on his desk and looks over at Thirteen.
Samaritan turns around, flames nearly bursting to life on his form before blurring out the words "Marry me." to Rio.
*6'7 black armor wearing Angel of Death wearing a mask depicting skeletal features.*
Azeral looks up and tilts his head, nodding at them.
Patterns of interlocking ethereal blue triangles are glowing along his skin.
"Okay." He responds without missing a beat.
Loriche nods back. "You're not a god or anything, right?"
Thorne watches a moment more, intrigued but not one to bother someone when they are occupied.
Samaritan exhales harshly like he just ran across the world's surface, hands on his knees. "Christ.. why was that hard for me.."
"If I was, more than just these few would be dead." He chuckles.
After a bit, Thirteen opens his eyes and sits back up. "So impatient. Doesn't he know it's rude to call me when I'm writing?"
"Because you were nervous? I dunno, never felt it." He laughs a bit. "But I'm very glad you mustered up the effort to do it."
"Oh. Are you Nerephos then?"
"Issues with a higher force?" Thorne asks, not looking up from his notes.
"I was worried there..." He sighs, rubbing his eyes.
"No. A bit worse."
"No, just my nephew. Well, the son of my clone, but basically the same thing."
"You thought I'd say no? Because we haven't been dating all that long or something?"
"Hm. Worse than Nerephos, better than Baphomet... what are you?"
"Mn, a bit but not entirely. More of a brother than a clone I would assume but I am not your clone therefore I do not know." He shrugs.
"A bit.. We have been dating yes but I got the feeling you didn't want to be tied down.." he rubs the back of his neck.
He stands up, his heavy iron boots leaving deep prints in the dirt "I am Azeral, the Lord of Blades, the Angel of War and Death."
Inspector Thorne is in the library of the tavern, looking over an old map of the area. He sips a glass of whiskey, making notes in a small black leather bound notebook of places on the maps.
Samaritan is pacing back and forth, looking a bit agitated. He has somehow smoked three cigars in the last hour, each one smoked right down to the filter.
Azeral is sharpening his sword, sitting on a pile of bodies be has managed to kill in the past day. He is thinking of making himself of throne of bones.
He sees Gravedigger walk by
Azeral looks up, his eyes glinting "Evening."
Gravedigger nods to him "good evening. how are you doing?"
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Always had a fear of being typical Looking at my body feeling miserable Always hanging on to the visual I wanna be invisible
*A trident reflavored to be a gunlance. An enormous weapon that fires massive, cannonball-like bullets into targets and knocks them down.*
*A bit lackluster at range, but the trident's mixed-ranged capabilities are no slouch in the 2024 rules.*
*you don't have to change that characters name, it was just... a bit hard reading it.*
*I understand. I don't want to make you uncomfortable. The character isn't really for forum play anyway. He's supposed to be the protagonist to my manga.*
She puts her mask on, coating her spear with thick poison, before going to attack, leaving Malafasa to follow. (Surprise round) To hit:1414 Damage:65 Scorpion con saves or take 143 Con save:1421
“I guess im lucky I like your boyfriend then. Anyone you approve I probably would’ve approved of either way.”
Mala rushes forward and starts bashing against its mandibles with her hammers. Attack: 10 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll. Attack: 11 Damage: 7 Attack: 8 Damage: 4 Attack: 25 Damage: 7
"You sure about that? 'Cause I've had some pretty [gp]ed up friends in my life. Well, not exactly friends, but that's a story for another day."
Only the last attack, along with Sersha’s pierce through the shell in places, causing them to bleed and shriek, as they wake up. Init:6 Scorpion init:-1
“You aren’t the only one, Paracelsus used to have the nickname Doctor Gaslight, can you guess why?” He says laughing, leaning back in his chair, “I’ve got a girlfriend now though, so that’s nice.”
Init: 14
"Oh?"
Malafasa is the fastest.
“Life’s getting better each day, though she is technically both dead and a monster, sharing two bodies.”
She beats her wings furiously, unleashing a cutting wind. Make a DEX save.
"And that's a... bad thing?"
Dex save:-1 (Wouldn’t this hit Sersha too?)
“Never said that, I do often finding myself loving someone outside of the norm.”
*no she's in the air aiming diagonally down, so it misses her. she's too precise with the wind for that*
The scorpion takes 22 slashing damage as gale after gale ravages its carapace.
"I gotcha. What's her name?"
With the poison and the wind and the hammer and the spear, the Scorpion never stood a chance, dropping to the ground, leaking blood and venom. Sersha looks to them in awe, pulling down her mask, “You… really are amazing.”
“Rei, hopefully I won’t do anything stupid and lose her too.”
Inspector Thorne is in the library of the tavern, looking over an old map of the area. He sips a glass of whiskey, making notes in a small black leather bound notebook of places on the maps.
Samaritan is pacing back and forth, looking a bit agitated. He has somehow smoked three cigars in the last hour, each one smoked right down to the filter.
Azeral is sharpening his sword, sitting on a pile of bodies be has managed to kill in the past day. He is thinking of making himself of throne of bones.
Thirteen is meditating in his chair, trying to commune with something.
Rio is keeping watch over him, worried.
*desc?* Loriche is out hunting and spots him. She stays back, a bit concerned by the carnage.
Thorne glances up to retrieve the whiskey bottle perched on his desk and looks over at Thirteen.
Samaritan turns around, flames nearly bursting to life on his form before blurring out the words "Marry me." to Rio.
*6'7 black armor wearing Angel of Death wearing a mask depicting skeletal features.*
Azeral looks up and tilts his head, nodding at them.
Patterns of interlocking ethereal blue triangles are glowing along his skin.
"Okay." He responds without missing a beat.
Loriche nods back. "You're not a god or anything, right?"
Thorne watches a moment more, intrigued but not one to bother someone when they are occupied.
Samaritan exhales harshly like he just ran across the world's surface, hands on his knees. "Christ.. why was that hard for me.."
"If I was, more than just these few would be dead." He chuckles.
After a bit, Thirteen opens his eyes and sits back up. "So impatient. Doesn't he know it's rude to call me when I'm writing?"
"Because you were nervous? I dunno, never felt it." He laughs a bit. "But I'm very glad you mustered up the effort to do it."
"Oh. Are you Nerephos then?"
"Issues with a higher force?" Thorne asks, not looking up from his notes.
"I was worried there..." He sighs, rubbing his eyes.
"No. A bit worse."
"No, just my nephew. Well, the son of my clone, but basically the same thing."
"You thought I'd say no? Because we haven't been dating all that long or something?"
"Hm. Worse than Nerephos, better than Baphomet... what are you?"
"Mn, a bit but not entirely. More of a brother than a clone I would assume but I am not your clone therefore I do not know." He shrugs.
"A bit.. We have been dating yes but I got the feeling you didn't want to be tied down.." he rubs the back of his neck.
He stands up, his heavy iron boots leaving deep prints in the dirt "I am Azeral, the Lord of Blades, the Angel of War and Death."
"Well, given the genetic identicality of clones, she's basically my twin sister. More or less. I just call him 'nephew' either way. For brevity's sake."
"Pffft. There's a difference between relationships I had in the past and this one. You're just... fulfilling."
"Lord of blades? Well all the blades I made are mine! And I'm not handing them over."
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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.
*idk here have some goobers* Captain Mckinley is once again getting ridiculously drunk
A tall figure with a hat obscuring the top of their face comes into the tavern, nearly bumping their head on a hanging lantern.
I'm garbage at describing clothes but they're wearing this
The person sits down and orders something warm cheerily, adjusting their hat. Their shaggy hair is coal-black, as are their eyes.
*here salem*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, and certified silly goose
She puts her mask on, coating her spear with thick poison, before going to attack, leaving Malafasa to follow. (Surprise round) To hit:1414 Damage:65 Scorpion con saves or take 143 Con save:1421
“I guess im lucky I like your boyfriend then. Anyone you approve I probably would’ve approved of either way.”
Mala rushes forward and starts bashing against its mandibles with her hammers. Attack: 10 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll. Attack: 11 Damage: 7 Attack: 8 Damage: 4 Attack: 25 Damage: 7
"You sure about that? 'Cause I've had some pretty [gp]ed up friends in my life. Well, not exactly friends, but that's a story for another day."
Only the last attack, along with Sersha’s pierce through the shell in places, causing them to bleed and shriek, as they wake up. Init:6 Scorpion init:-1
“You aren’t the only one, Paracelsus used to have the nickname Doctor Gaslight, can you guess why?” He says laughing, leaning back in his chair, “I’ve got a girlfriend now though, so that’s nice.”
Init: 14
"Oh?"
Malafasa is the fastest.
“Life’s getting better each day, though she is technically both dead and a monster, sharing two bodies.”
She beats her wings furiously, unleashing a cutting wind. Make a DEX save.
"And that's a... bad thing?"
Dex save:-1 (Wouldn’t this hit Sersha too?)
“Never said that, I do often finding myself loving someone outside of the norm.”
*no she's in the air aiming diagonally down, so it misses her. she's too precise with the wind for that*
The scorpion takes 22 slashing damage as gale after gale ravages its carapace.
"I gotcha. What's her name?"
With the poison and the wind and the hammer and the spear, the Scorpion never stood a chance, dropping to the ground, leaking blood and venom. Sersha looks to them in awe, pulling down her mask, “You… really are amazing.”
“Rei, hopefully I won’t do anything stupid and lose her too.”
Mala hits the floor hard and gets to her feet. "Thanks. You did great too..."
"I doubt you will."
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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.
She walks over to them, helping them to their feet, looking into their eyes like they’re about to kiss them for a moment, before shaking their head, and begins to harvest the scorpion.
“Wanna bet?” He says with a little smile, “Either I win, or I have a happy life. Sound good?”
She walks over to them, helping them to their feet, looking into their eyes like they’re about to kiss them for a moment, before shaking their head, and begins to harvest the scorpion.
“Wanna bet?” He says with a little smile, “Either I win, or I have a happy life. Sound good?”
Mala follows after her and starts bashing loose the mandibles and faceparts. "If you were going to, you can kiss me."
"Hm. I do love winning. But that would be cheap when there's no chance of losing, wouldn't it be?"
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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.
Inspector Thorne is in the library of the tavern, looking over an old map of the area. He sips a glass of whiskey, making notes in a small black leather bound notebook of places on the maps.
Samaritan is pacing back and forth, looking a bit agitated. He has somehow smoked three cigars in the last hour, each one smoked right down to the filter.
Azeral is sharpening his sword, sitting on a pile of bodies be has managed to kill in the past day. He is thinking of making himself of throne of bones.
Thirteen is meditating in his chair, trying to commune with something.
Rio is keeping watch over him, worried.
*desc?* Loriche is out hunting and spots him. She stays back, a bit concerned by the carnage.
Thorne glances up to retrieve the whiskey bottle perched on his desk and looks over at Thirteen.
Samaritan turns around, flames nearly bursting to life on his form before blurring out the words "Marry me." to Rio.
*6'7 black armor wearing Angel of Death wearing a mask depicting skeletal features.*
Azeral looks up and tilts his head, nodding at them.
Patterns of interlocking ethereal blue triangles are glowing along his skin.
"Okay." He responds without missing a beat.
Loriche nods back. "You're not a god or anything, right?"
Thorne watches a moment more, intrigued but not one to bother someone when they are occupied.
Samaritan exhales harshly like he just ran across the world's surface, hands on his knees. "Christ.. why was that hard for me.."
"If I was, more than just these few would be dead." He chuckles.
After a bit, Thirteen opens his eyes and sits back up. "So impatient. Doesn't he know it's rude to call me when I'm writing?"
"Because you were nervous? I dunno, never felt it." He laughs a bit. "But I'm very glad you mustered up the effort to do it."
"Oh. Are you Nerephos then?"
"Issues with a higher force?" Thorne asks, not looking up from his notes.
"I was worried there..." He sighs, rubbing his eyes.
"No. A bit worse."
"No, just my nephew. Well, the son of my clone, but basically the same thing."
"You thought I'd say no? Because we haven't been dating all that long or something?"
"Hm. Worse than Nerephos, better than Baphomet... what are you?"
"Mn, a bit but not entirely. More of a brother than a clone I would assume but I am not your clone therefore I do not know." He shrugs.
"A bit.. We have been dating yes but I got the feeling you didn't want to be tied down.." he rubs the back of his neck.
He stands up, his heavy iron boots leaving deep prints in the dirt "I am Azeral, the Lord of Blades, the Angel of War and Death."
"Well, given the genetic identicality of clones, she's basically my twin sister. More or less. I just call him 'nephew' either way. For brevity's sake."
"Pffft. There's a difference between relationships I had in the past and this one. You're just... fulfilling."
"Lord of blades? Well all the blades I made are mine! And I'm not handing them over."
"Better an idea than any I suppose." He nods, leaning back in his chair.
Samaritan smiles and takes off his mask, setting it aside, and kissing him.
"It is a title, I don't want your weapons." He chuckles.
She walks over to them, helping them to their feet, looking into their eyes like they’re about to kiss them for a moment, before shaking their head, and begins to harvest the scorpion.
“Wanna bet?” He says with a little smile, “Either I win, or I have a happy life. Sound good?”
Mala follows after her and starts bashing loose the mandibles and faceparts. "If you were going to, you can kiss me."
"Hm. I do love winning. But that would be cheap when there's no chance of losing, wouldn't it be?"
She seems spooked by that, before getting up, Scorpion viscera covering one of her hands. She leans in, and gives their beak a smooch, blushing heavily.
“That’s assuming I have no chance of failing, how about we set some rules to the bet first?”
*A trident reflavored to be a gunlance. An enormous weapon that fires massive, cannonball-like bullets into targets and knocks them down.*
*A bit lackluster at range, but the trident's mixed-ranged capabilities are no slouch in the 2024 rules.*
*you don't have to change that characters name, it was just... a bit hard reading it.*
*I understand. I don't want to make you uncomfortable. The character isn't really for forum play anyway. He's supposed to be the protagonist to my manga.*
*okay, cool :3*
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Inspector Thorne is in the library of the tavern, looking over an old map of the area. He sips a glass of whiskey, making notes in a small black leather bound notebook of places on the maps.
Samaritan is pacing back and forth, looking a bit agitated. He has somehow smoked three cigars in the last hour, each one smoked right down to the filter.
Azeral is sharpening his sword, sitting on a pile of bodies be has managed to kill in the past day. He is thinking of making himself of throne of bones.
Thirteen is meditating in his chair, trying to commune with something.
Rio is keeping watch over him, worried.
*desc?* Loriche is out hunting and spots him. She stays back, a bit concerned by the carnage.
Thorne glances up to retrieve the whiskey bottle perched on his desk and looks over at Thirteen.
Samaritan turns around, flames nearly bursting to life on his form before blurring out the words "Marry me." to Rio.
*6'7 black armor wearing Angel of Death wearing a mask depicting skeletal features.*
Azeral looks up and tilts his head, nodding at them.
Patterns of interlocking ethereal blue triangles are glowing along his skin.
"Okay." He responds without missing a beat.
Loriche nods back. "You're not a god or anything, right?"
Thorne watches a moment more, intrigued but not one to bother someone when they are occupied.
Samaritan exhales harshly like he just ran across the world's surface, hands on his knees. "Christ.. why was that hard for me.."
"If I was, more than just these few would be dead." He chuckles.
After a bit, Thirteen opens his eyes and sits back up. "So impatient. Doesn't he know it's rude to call me when I'm writing?"
"Because you were nervous? I dunno, never felt it." He laughs a bit. "But I'm very glad you mustered up the effort to do it."
"Oh. Are you Nerephos then?"
"Issues with a higher force?" Thorne asks, not looking up from his notes.
"I was worried there..." He sighs, rubbing his eyes.
"No. A bit worse."
"No, just my nephew. Well, the son of my clone, but basically the same thing."
"You thought I'd say no? Because we haven't been dating all that long or something?"
"Hm. Worse than Nerephos, better than Baphomet... what are you?"
"Mn, a bit but not entirely. More of a brother than a clone I would assume but I am not your clone therefore I do not know." He shrugs.
"A bit.. We have been dating yes but I got the feeling you didn't want to be tied down.." he rubs the back of his neck.
He stands up, his heavy iron boots leaving deep prints in the dirt "I am Azeral, the Lord of Blades, the Angel of War and Death."
"Well, given the genetic identicality of clones, she's basically my twin sister. More or less. I just call him 'nephew' either way. For brevity's sake."
"Pffft. There's a difference between relationships I had in the past and this one. You're just... fulfilling."
"Lord of blades? Well all the blades I made are mine! And I'm not handing them over."
"Better an idea than any I suppose." He nods, leaning back in his chair.
Samaritan smiles and takes off his mask, setting it aside, and kissing him.
"It is a title, I don't want your weapons." He chuckles.
"But my complicated corpus of relatives is a minor issue right now. What are you working on?"
Rio embraces him happily.
"Good. 'Cause they're mine." She reaffirms.
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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.
*i 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.
"Mn, a bit but not entirely. More of a brother than a clone I would assume but I am not your clone therefore I do not know." He shrugs.
"A bit.. We have been dating yes but I got the feeling you didn't want to be tied down.." he rubs the back of his neck.
He stands up, his heavy iron boots leaving deep prints in the dirt "I am Azeral, the Lord of Blades, the Angel of War and Death."
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
*you don't have to change that characters name, it was just... a bit hard reading it.*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Always had a fear of being typical
Looking at my body feeling miserable
Always hanging on to the visual
I wanna be invisible
*anybody wanna rp?*
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My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*I understand. I don't want to make you uncomfortable. The character isn't really for forum play anyway. He's supposed to be the protagonist to my manga.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
With the poison and the wind and the hammer and the spear, the Scorpion never stood a chance, dropping to the ground, leaking blood and venom. Sersha looks to them in awe, pulling down her mask, “You… really are amazing.”
“Rei, hopefully I won’t do anything stupid and lose her too.”
*Hello my beloved, wanna rp?*
*Gunlance? Like from Monster Hunter? I love Monster, there is someone who made a subclass that actually made all of the weapons from that into items.*
"Well, given the genetic identicality of clones, she's basically my twin sister. More or less. I just call him 'nephew' either way. For brevity's sake."
"Pffft. There's a difference between relationships I had in the past and this one. You're just... fulfilling."
"Lord of blades? Well all the blades I made are mine! And I'm not handing them over."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*here salem*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, and certified silly goose
Mala hits the floor hard and gets to her feet. "Thanks. You did great too..."
"I doubt you will."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut for Jobah.*
She walks over to them, helping them to their feet, looking into their eyes like they’re about to kiss them for a moment, before shaking their head, and begins to harvest the scorpion.
“Wanna bet?” He says with a little smile, “Either I win, or I have a happy life. Sound good?”
Mala follows after her and starts bashing loose the mandibles and faceparts. "If you were going to, you can kiss me."
"Hm. I do love winning. But that would be cheap when there's no chance of losing, wouldn't it be?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I have to go, but I will finish my robot!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
"Better an idea than any I suppose." He nods, leaning back in his chair.
Samaritan smiles and takes off his mask, setting it aside, and kissing him.
"It is a title, I don't want your weapons." He chuckles.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
She seems spooked by that, before getting up, Scorpion viscera covering one of her hands. She leans in, and gives their beak a smooch, blushing heavily.
“That’s assuming I have no chance of failing, how about we set some rules to the bet first?”
*okay, cool :3*
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My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
"But my complicated corpus of relatives is a minor issue right now. What are you working on?"
Rio embraces him happily.
"Good. 'Cause they're mine." She reaffirms.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*yis*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25