"If that thing is inanimate, then yes." The shadow examines the weapon with mild disinterest. Neave still doesn't move.
The weapon is magical, and he seems to hold it with a possessive kind of nature, masterfully crafted for putting bullets in brains "Said the sentient shadow."
"I am not an object." It replies, sounding mildly offended. At this point, Neave realises what is happening, and walks over. "Sorry for my friend here. He gets a little nosy sometimes." He speaks in an oddly defined british accent.
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed theArcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
"If that thing is inanimate, then yes." The shadow examines the weapon with mild disinterest. Neave still doesn't move.
The weapon is magical, and he seems to hold it with a possessive kind of nature, masterfully crafted for putting bullets in brains "Said the sentient shadow."
"I am not an object." It replies, sounding mildly offended. At this point, Neave realises what is happening, and walks over. "Sorry for my friend here. He gets a little nosy sometimes." He speaks in an oddly defined british accent.
"You are being rude for now reason." He turns from the shadow and smiles with teeth that shouldn't be as perfect as they are, "A fellow Brit, a pleasure to meet you." He rubs the barrel of the gun lovingly, tilting his head.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"If that thing is inanimate, then yes." The shadow examines the weapon with mild disinterest. Neave still doesn't move.
The weapon is magical, and he seems to hold it with a possessive kind of nature, masterfully crafted for putting bullets in brains "Said the sentient shadow."
"I am not an object." It replies, sounding mildly offended. At this point, Neave realises what is happening, and walks over. "Sorry for my friend here. He gets a little nosy sometimes." He speaks in an oddly defined british accent.
"You are being rude for now reason." He turns from the shadow and smiles with teeth that shouldn't be as perfect as they are, "A fellow Brit, a pleasure to meet you." He rubs the barrel of the gun lovingly, tilting his head.
The shadow huffs and becomes 2-dimensional again. Neave grins. His jet-black hair falls down to his shoulders, and his midnight robe flows behind him despite there being no wind inside the inn. "Nice to meetcha. The name's Neave. What about you?"
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed theArcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
The shadow huffs and becomes 2-dimensional again. Neave grins. His jet-black hair falls down to his shoulders, and his midnight robe flows behind him despite there being no wind inside the inn. "Nice to meetcha. The name's Neave. What about you?"
He bows his hand as he slings his sniper onto his back, smiling "Johnny, Johnny Cash, and this is Matilda." He gestures to the sniper on his back as if it were a person they could also talk with "She says hello."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Carrion is giggling to himself as he prepares a full seafood boil complete with corn, eggs, lobster, crab, shrimp, oysters, rockfish, salmon, trout, sea urchin, and even a full swordfish. He is no chef but he is extremely pleased by this all.
Ryidan is outside, with multiple books floating around him. He appears to have a band of light around his eyes, covering them, while multiple eyes float around him, all of them of reading a different book. The Lich looks bored, after all, he has read all of these times before, but at least it's entertainment.
Something has been roaming the woods, a monstrous creature that the townsfolk have been keeping far from. They have gone as far to have local clerics put up wards on the tree's to keep whatever it is at bay.
Carrion is giggling to himself as he prepares a full seafood boil complete with corn, eggs, lobster, crab, shrimp, oysters, rockfish, salmon, trout, sea urchin, and even a full swordfish. He is no chef but he is extremely pleased by this all.
Ryidan is outside, with multiple books floating around him. He appears to have a band of light around his eyes, covering them, while multiple eyes float around him, all of them of reading a different book. The Lich looks bored, after all, he has read all of these times before, but at least it's entertainment.
Something has been roaming the woods, a monstrous creature that the townsfolk have been keeping far from. They have gone as far to have local clerics put up wards on the tree's to keep whatever it is at bay.
A young man with dark brown hair, sharp green eyes, and tanned skin hits the ground in a field near the tavern. His salt and pepper bird wings flap as they try to soften the landing. He wears a dark grey tanktop, baggy black jeans, and black combat boots.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Carrion is giggling to himself as he prepares a full seafood boil complete with corn, eggs, lobster, crab, shrimp, oysters, rockfish, salmon, trout, sea urchin, and even a full swordfish. He is no chef but he is extremely pleased by this all.
Ryidan is outside, with multiple books floating around him. He appears to have a band of light around his eyes, covering them, while multiple eyes float around him, all of them of reading a different book. The Lich looks bored, after all, he has read all of these times before, but at least it's entertainment.
Something has been roaming the woods, a monstrous creature that the townsfolk have been keeping far from. They have gone as far to have local clerics put up wards on the tree's to keep whatever it is at bay.
*Wait wait wait wait wait, is Ryidan the Herald? It would make sense why I didn't recognize him and realize it before.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Carrion is giggling to himself as he prepares a full seafood boil complete with corn, eggs, lobster, crab, shrimp, oysters, rockfish, salmon, trout, sea urchin, and even a full swordfish. He is no chef but he is extremely pleased by this all.
Ryidan is outside, with multiple books floating around him. He appears to have a band of light around his eyes, covering them, while multiple eyes float around him, all of them of reading a different book. The Lich looks bored, after all, he has read all of these times before, but at least it's entertainment.
Something has been roaming the woods, a monstrous creature that the townsfolk have been keeping far from. They have gone as far to have local clerics put up wards on the tree's to keep whatever it is at bay.
A young man with dark brown hair, sharp green eyes, and tanned skin hits the ground in a field near the tavern. His salt and pepper bird wings flap as they try to soften the landing. He wears a dark grey tanktop, baggy black jeans, and black combat boots.
The Lich doesn't seem to look up or care for that matter. He continues to read multiple books.
Carrion is giggling to himself as he prepares a full seafood boil complete with corn, eggs, lobster, crab, shrimp, oysters, rockfish, salmon, trout, sea urchin, and even a full swordfish. He is no chef but he is extremely pleased by this all.
Ryidan is outside, with multiple books floating around him. He appears to have a band of light around his eyes, covering them, while multiple eyes float around him, all of them of reading a different book. The Lich looks bored, after all, he has read all of these times before, but at least it's entertainment.
Something has been roaming the woods, a monstrous creature that the townsfolk have been keeping far from. They have gone as far to have local clerics put up wards on the tree's to keep whatever it is at bay.
*Wait wait wait wait wait, is Ryidan the Herald? It would make sense why I didn't recognize him and realize it before.*
*No, Ryidan and The Herald are separate people.*
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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
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He melts into it.
Heath bursts into tears as the ghost vanishes.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I've been feeling that a lot recently, lacking inspiration and just feeling like a bystander.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I am not an object." It replies, sounding mildly offended. At this point, Neave realises what is happening, and walks over. "Sorry for my friend here. He gets a little nosy sometimes." He speaks in an oddly defined british accent.
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
*(Nods aggressively in agreement)*
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
She pulls back after a moment "Perfect every time, how do you do it."
She holds them in her arms, whispering to them "Yer gonna be... it'll be okay."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"You are being rude for now reason." He turns from the shadow and smiles with teeth that shouldn't be as perfect as they are, "A fellow Brit, a pleasure to meet you." He rubs the barrel of the gun lovingly, tilting his head.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The shadow huffs and becomes 2-dimensional again. Neave grins. His jet-black hair falls down to his shoulders, and his midnight robe flows behind him despite there being no wind inside the inn. "Nice to meetcha. The name's Neave. What about you?"
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
Hr shrugs.
He hugs her tight
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He bows his hand as he slings his sniper onto his back, smiling "Johnny, Johnny Cash, and this is Matilda." He gestures to the sniper on his back as if it were a person they could also talk with "She says hello."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Gtg. See you in half an hour or so*
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
"What do you want to do today?"
She hugs them back just as strong, "Love ya, Heath. I'm here fer ya."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Dunno." he says with a shrug. "Probably just stay home."
"Okay..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Carrion is giggling to himself as he prepares a full seafood boil complete with corn, eggs, lobster, crab, shrimp, oysters, rockfish, salmon, trout, sea urchin, and even a full swordfish. He is no chef but he is extremely pleased by this all.
Ryidan is outside, with multiple books floating around him. He appears to have a band of light around his eyes, covering them, while multiple eyes float around him, all of them of reading a different book. The Lich looks bored, after all, he has read all of these times before, but at least it's entertainment.
Something has been roaming the woods, a monstrous creature that the townsfolk have been keeping far from. They have gone as far to have local clerics put up wards on the tree's to keep whatever it is at bay.
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
"If you want to, dear. I borrowed some books from a friend, might read some of those."
She picks them up, "Do ya wanna talk about it?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
A young man with dark brown hair, sharp green eyes, and tanned skin hits the ground in a field near the tavern. His salt and pepper bird wings flap as they try to soften the landing. He wears a dark grey tanktop, baggy black jeans, and black combat boots.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Sounds good to me."
He shakes his head no
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Wait wait wait wait wait, is Ryidan the Herald? It would make sense why I didn't recognize him and realize it before.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She sits down on the couch, grabbing one of the books and waiting for them.
She nods, "Do ya wanna go home, 'er, back to the orphanage?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The Lich doesn't seem to look up or care for that matter. He continues to read multiple books.
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
*No, Ryidan and The Herald are separate people.*
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