Uriel is performing his daily sermon at the church
Sozolek is eating at the tavern, periodically offering a piece of his meal to the pseudodragon on his shoulder
Clover is performing at the carnival, his audience enraptured as usual as he throws knives at a tied up particpant, hitting apples on each of their limbs
Uriel has been marked for death by somebody attending
"Bacon's better for dragons." Jack says insistently, offering both Sozolek and the dragon some
Wyvern is in attendance, not fooled
-0.0-
Uriel doesn't seem to notice, finishing up his sermon after a few minutes, staying in the church for anyone who wants to talk after
The dragon happily snaps up the meat, "Oh, i see. thank you, she never got to eat pork much back home."
The jester's mask holds a perpetual grin on it, the daggers sinking into the apples on target, the rest of the audience cheering
*dw, he'll be fine.. probably*
"Father, good to see you." Says a tall and broad shouldered lion man with white fur, and a mane twisted into braids
"How come?" he asks, turning to them lazily.
Wyvern still is unamused, thinking there's got to be some sort of magic happening.
"Ah, hello. Bless be upon thee," he nods, "How may i assist you my child?" the young priest asks
"We lived in a desert region," he smiles, "Not many pigs made their way to us"
The jester leaves the man tied to the target board, now calling upon the audience for a volunteer, bringing a young man up onto the stage
Uriel is performing his daily sermon at the church
Sozolek is eating at the tavern, periodically offering a piece of his meal to the pseudodragon on his shoulder
Clover is performing at the carnival, his audience enraptured as usual as he throws knives at a tied up particpant, hitting apples on each of their limbs
Uriel has been marked for death by somebody attending
"Bacon's better for dragons." Jack says insistently, offering both Sozolek and the dragon some
Wyvern is in attendance, not fooled
-0.0-
Uriel doesn't seem to notice, finishing up his sermon after a few minutes, staying in the church for anyone who wants to talk after
The dragon happily snaps up the meat, "Oh, i see. thank you, she never got to eat pork much back home."
The jester's mask holds a perpetual grin on it, the daggers sinking into the apples on target, the rest of the audience cheering
*dw, he'll be fine.. probably*
"Father, good to see you." Says a tall and broad shouldered lion man with white fur, and a mane twisted into braids
"How come?" he asks, turning to them lazily.
Wyvern still is unamused, thinking there's got to be some sort of magic happening.
"Ah, hello. Bless be upon thee," he nods, "How may i assist you my child?" the young priest asks
"We lived in a desert region," he smiles, "Not many pigs made their way to us"
The jester leaves the man tied to the target board, now calling upon the audience for a volunteer, bringing a young man up onto the stage
The mark on the back of their neck begins to burn slightly if he's a sinful man. "Just a quick chat, how are you feeling?"
"Sounds like a decent reason." he chuckles
Wyvern licks his chops, watching closer now.
Define sinful i think, "I am well" he says with a smile, "How are you"
"She does like lizard though," he says, "Unsure if thats to do with the dragon side, or just the taste"
He pulls out a deck of cards, shuffling them, before asking the man to draw one. As he draws the card, the jester has him show it to the crowd, "The hanged man"
Uriel is performing his daily sermon at the church
Sozolek is eating at the tavern, periodically offering a piece of his meal to the pseudodragon on his shoulder
Clover is performing at the carnival, his audience enraptured as usual as he throws knives at a tied up particpant, hitting apples on each of their limbs
Uriel has been marked for death by somebody attending
"Bacon's better for dragons." Jack says insistently, offering both Sozolek and the dragon some
Wyvern is in attendance, not fooled
-0.0-
Uriel doesn't seem to notice, finishing up his sermon after a few minutes, staying in the church for anyone who wants to talk after
The dragon happily snaps up the meat, "Oh, i see. thank you, she never got to eat pork much back home."
The jester's mask holds a perpetual grin on it, the daggers sinking into the apples on target, the rest of the audience cheering
*dw, he'll be fine.. probably*
"Father, good to see you." Says a tall and broad shouldered lion man with white fur, and a mane twisted into braids
"How come?" he asks, turning to them lazily.
Wyvern still is unamused, thinking there's got to be some sort of magic happening.
"Ah, hello. Bless be upon thee," he nods, "How may i assist you my child?" the young priest asks
"We lived in a desert region," he smiles, "Not many pigs made their way to us"
The jester leaves the man tied to the target board, now calling upon the audience for a volunteer, bringing a young man up onto the stage
The mark on the back of their neck begins to burn slightly if he's a sinful man. "Just a quick chat, how are you feeling?"
"Sounds like a decent reason." he chuckles
Wyvern licks his chops, watching closer now.
Define sinful i think, "I am well" he says with a smile, "How are you"
"She does like lizard though," he says, "Unsure if thats to do with the dragon side, or just the taste"
He pulls out a deck of cards, shuffling them, before asking the man to draw one. As he draws the card, the jester has him show it to the crowd, "The hanged man"
Dishonest, secret life, etc. "I'm well, glad to be here."
"Not sure either, never tried it."
"You're a liar!" wyvern calls out as it changes to the The Hanged Woman
Then no, under the eyes of his god he's commited no sins, and non such as that. He smiles, "I am glad to have another young soul under Kalibur's love"
"if i catch one, i'll share" he grins
The jester lets out a laugh, producing a second mask as a rope darts out of the card, dragging a women onto the stage by their neck, "I see we have a miscreant. Fine, i'll play along" he says, putting the mask on the face of the girl, a tragedy mask in clash with the comedy one on his face
She walks over to them, leaning on them, “Goodness, I’ve got a visceral hangover.”
“I was polite… but I haven’t been polite to everyone else.”
He shakes his head, blushing a bit, sputtering, “I was just giving you what you wanted, my love.”
"I'm still drunk.." she chuckles, clinging to them
"Well, some people make mistakes.."
"I don't mean just that, though.. the stone, your love in general..."
Heriot holds them up, “You should sleep, I’ll work off this hangover.” She picks them up.
“I don’t think it’s a mistake if you keep doing it… But I don’t want to ruin the mood.”
“I do love you, and I would’ve helped you stay warm, no matter what.” He rubs one side of her face, looking into her eyes, “I’ve want you to be happy.”
Uriel is performing his daily sermon at the church
Sozolek is eating at the tavern, periodically offering a piece of his meal to the pseudodragon on his shoulder
Clover is performing at the carnival, his audience enraptured as usual as he throws knives at a tied up particpant, hitting apples on each of their limbs
Uriel has been marked for death by somebody attending
"Bacon's better for dragons." Jack says insistently, offering both Sozolek and the dragon some
Wyvern is in attendance, not fooled
-0.0-
Uriel doesn't seem to notice, finishing up his sermon after a few minutes, staying in the church for anyone who wants to talk after
The dragon happily snaps up the meat, "Oh, i see. thank you, she never got to eat pork much back home."
The jester's mask holds a perpetual grin on it, the daggers sinking into the apples on target, the rest of the audience cheering
*dw, he'll be fine.. probably*
"Father, good to see you." Says a tall and broad shouldered lion man with white fur, and a mane twisted into braids
"How come?" he asks, turning to them lazily.
Wyvern still is unamused, thinking there's got to be some sort of magic happening.
"Ah, hello. Bless be upon thee," he nods, "How may i assist you my child?" the young priest asks
"We lived in a desert region," he smiles, "Not many pigs made their way to us"
The jester leaves the man tied to the target board, now calling upon the audience for a volunteer, bringing a young man up onto the stage
The mark on the back of their neck begins to burn slightly if he's a sinful man. "Just a quick chat, how are you feeling?"
"Sounds like a decent reason." he chuckles
Wyvern licks his chops, watching closer now.
Define sinful i think, "I am well" he says with a smile, "How are you"
"She does like lizard though," he says, "Unsure if thats to do with the dragon side, or just the taste"
He pulls out a deck of cards, shuffling them, before asking the man to draw one. As he draws the card, the jester has him show it to the crowd, "The hanged man"
Dishonest, secret life, etc. "I'm well, glad to be here."
"Not sure either, never tried it."
"You're a liar!" wyvern calls out as it changes to the The Hanged Woman
Then no, under the eyes of his god he's commited no sins, and non such as that. He smiles, "I am glad to have another young soul under Kalibur's love"
"if i catch one, i'll share" he grins
The jester lets out a laugh, producing a second mask as a rope darts out of the card, dragging a women onto the stage by their neck, "I see we have a miscreant. Fine, i'll play along" he says, putting the mask on the face of the girl, a tragedy mask in clash with the comedy one on his face
"I'm not just under his love, Father. I'm a messenger. You've been cleared." he chuckles "You want to get a drink."
"I'd be happy to join you for one."
Wyvern licks his lips, waiting for an opportonity to get closer to the stage
He tilts his head, "A messenger from whom? And cleared for what." he asks, before simply shrugging, "A drink may clear the mind, but it wets the powder of our psyche"
Sozo nods, feeding more bacon to his dragon
No one stops him from pushing forward, "Now, lets see who the real fool is. Me, the girl, or perhaps...." he says, the rope lifting the women off her feet by the neck
"Ah, hello. Bless be upon thee," he nods, "How may i assist you my child?" the young priest asks
"We lived in a desert region," he smiles, "Not many pigs made their way to us"
The jester leaves the man tied to the target board, now calling upon the audience for a volunteer, bringing a young man up onto the stage
She holds her head, “What happened last night?” She looks around the Inn, confused.
“I wish I was nicer…” She says, fidgeting with her hands, “But I’m an adventurer.”
“Really? Then I’m happy I could give you something you more than enjoyed.”
Define sinful i think, "I am well" he says with a smile, "How are you"
"She does like lizard though," he says, "Unsure if thats to do with the dragon side, or just the taste"
He pulls out a deck of cards, shuffling them, before asking the man to draw one. As he draws the card, the jester has him show it to the crowd, "The hanged man"
*Cut for Salem.*
She walks over to them, leaning on them, “Goodness, I’ve got a visceral hangover.”
“I was polite… but I haven’t been polite to everyone else.”
He shakes his head, blushing a bit, sputtering, “I was just giving you what you wanted, my love.”
Then no, under the eyes of his god he's commited no sins, and non such as that. He smiles, "I am glad to have another young soul under Kalibur's love"
"if i catch one, i'll share" he grins
The jester lets out a laugh, producing a second mask as a rope darts out of the card, dragging a women onto the stage by their neck, "I see we have a miscreant. Fine, i'll play along" he says, putting the mask on the face of the girl, a tragedy mask in clash with the comedy one on his face
*i’m baaaaack*
*and I want to stab something.*
Heriot holds them up, “You should sleep, I’ll work off this hangover.” She picks them up.
“I don’t think it’s a mistake if you keep doing it… But I don’t want to ruin the mood.”
“I do love you, and I would’ve helped you stay warm, no matter what.” He rubs one side of her face, looking into her eyes, “I’ve want you to be happy.”
*I wish I RPed more on here, but I'm having a hard time picking characters.*
*Besides, I need to intro someone who is totally not Anastasia the Tarnished Eater...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I made a character you can stab multiple times, and he won't even die!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*gasp, how wonderful! Stabby stab I shall!*
*anyways, how are you?*
*Alright, but I need to take the pizza out of the oven soon.*
Podmorski is nailing an eladrin's fresh corpse to a dying tree.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He tilts his head, "A messenger from whom? And cleared for what." he asks, before simply shrugging, "A drink may clear the mind, but it wets the powder of our psyche"
Sozo nods, feeding more bacon to his dragon
No one stops him from pushing forward, "Now, lets see who the real fool is. Me, the girl, or perhaps...." he says, the rope lifting the women off her feet by the neck