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.
*Okay cool, I assumed so, but wanted to make sure.*
Uzui, being the fearless idiot he is, decides to go through the creature's territory and see what's up, humming as he plays his Roan, waiting for the beast to strike after him. His blades sit at his sides, glowing softly.
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.
*Okay cool, I assumed so, but wanted to make sure.*
Uzui, being the fearless idiot he is, decides to go through the creature's territory and see what's up, humming as he plays his Roan, waiting for the beast to strike after him. His blades sit at his sides, glowing softly.
He can see that goats of different kinds have taken up residence in the forest despite it not being their natural habitat. They all have the same golden eyes that stare down Uzui. As he continues on, he hears the sound of scratching filling the air.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
"ow ow ow..." he grumbles, getting up and picking some flowers from his hair
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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.
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.
*Okay cool, I assumed so, but wanted to make sure.*
Uzui, being the fearless idiot he is, decides to go through the creature's territory and see what's up, humming as he plays his Roan, waiting for the beast to strike after him. His blades sit at his sides, glowing softly.
He can see that goats of different kinds have taken up residence in the forest despite it not being their natural habitat. They all have the same golden eyes that stare down Uzui. As he continues on, he hears the sound of scratching filling the air.
He laughs with a smile on his face, stopping in front of one of the goats, looking down at them, "Some kind of swarm possession? Interesting, I hope whatever is hunting me is highly intelligent." He goes back to walking.
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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.'
*Good morning, everyone! I'm back for a little while, if anyone would like to rp. I don't know how much time I'll have, though.*
Helianth is inside the Spelljammer, tending to four small ceramic pots of ash that have more of that wretched, twisting bramble within them. It seems to be molding them into specific shapes, though.
The Architect has turned on the incubator under the Faceless Fair, the tank at the engine's center being filled to the brim with a potent mixture of Old Blood, Dark Energy, and a few other aberrant additives. Now, she's waiting to see if her creation worked.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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.
"ow ow ow..." he grumbles, getting up and picking some flowers from his hair
After a moment of his complaining, Ryidan groans and snaps his head around "If you are going to be in pain, be quiet about it?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Good morning, everyone! I'm back for a little while, if anyone would like to rp. I don't know how much time I'll have, though.*
Helianth is inside the Spelljammer, tending to four small ceramic pots of ash that have more of that wretched, twisting bramble within them. It seems to be molding them into specific shapes, though.
The Architect has turned on the incubator under the Faceless Fair, the tank at the engine's center being filled to the brim with a potent mixture of Old Blood, Dark Energy, and a few other aberrant additives. Now, she's waiting to see if her creation worked.
*I will try to rp with you later! Promise!*
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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.'
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.
*Okay cool, I assumed so, but wanted to make sure.*
Uzui, being the fearless idiot he is, decides to go through the creature's territory and see what's up, humming as he plays his Roan, waiting for the beast to strike after him. His blades sit at his sides, glowing softly.
He can see that goats of different kinds have taken up residence in the forest despite it not being their natural habitat. They all have the same golden eyes that stare down Uzui. As he continues on, he hears the sound of scratching filling the air.
He laughs with a smile on his face, stopping in front of one of the goats, looking down at them, "Some kind of swarm possession? Interesting, I hope whatever is hunting me is highly intelligent." He goes back to walking.
From the tree's hands ornaments made of bone, twigs, leaves, and flowers. They dangle from a single oak tree like some sort of morbid folkish Christmas tree. The scratching appears to be coming from inside a knothole in the center of the tree that is veined with gold.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
"ow ow ow..." he grumbles, getting up and picking some flowers from his hair
After a moment of his complaining, Ryidan groans and snaps his head around "If you are going to be in pain, be quiet about it?"
"Sorry..." he mumbles, walking over. "Your making books float. How...how are you doing that?"
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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.
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.
*Okay cool, I assumed so, but wanted to make sure.*
Uzui, being the fearless idiot he is, decides to go through the creature's territory and see what's up, humming as he plays his Roan, waiting for the beast to strike after him. His blades sit at his sides, glowing softly.
He can see that goats of different kinds have taken up residence in the forest despite it not being their natural habitat. They all have the same golden eyes that stare down Uzui. As he continues on, he hears the sound of scratching filling the air.
He laughs with a smile on his face, stopping in front of one of the goats, looking down at them, "Some kind of swarm possession? Interesting, I hope whatever is hunting me is highly intelligent." He goes back to walking.
From the tree's hands ornaments made of bone, twigs, leaves, and flowers. They dangle from a single oak tree like some sort of morbid folkish Christmas tree. The scratching appears to be coming from inside a knothole in the center of the tree that is veined with gold.
He walks over to the tree, tapping one of the branches made of bone with a smile plastered onto his face before looking into the knothole curiously, despite his happy seeming demeanor he doesn't drop his guard for a second, always ready.
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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.
"ow ow ow..." he grumbles, getting up and picking some flowers from his hair
After a moment of his complaining, Ryidan groans and snaps his head around "If you are going to be in pain, be quiet about it?"
"Sorry..." he mumbles, walking over. "Your making books float. How...how are you doing that?"
"They just do it by my will alone, nothing more or less is put into the process." he shrugs and snaps his fingers, the band of light disappearing along with the multiple eyes.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
*Okay cool, I assumed so, but wanted to make sure.*
Uzui, being the fearless idiot he is, decides to go through the creature's territory and see what's up, humming as he plays his Roan, waiting for the beast to strike after him. His blades sit at his sides, glowing softly.
He can see that goats of different kinds have taken up residence in the forest despite it not being their natural habitat. They all have the same golden eyes that stare down Uzui. As he continues on, he hears the sound of scratching filling the air.
He laughs with a smile on his face, stopping in front of one of the goats, looking down at them, "Some kind of swarm possession? Interesting, I hope whatever is hunting me is highly intelligent." He goes back to walking.
From the tree's hands ornaments made of bone, twigs, leaves, and flowers. They dangle from a single oak tree like some sort of morbid folkish Christmas tree. The scratching appears to be coming from inside a knothole in the center of the tree that is veined with gold.
He walks over to the tree, tapping one of the branches made of bone with a smile plastered onto his face before looking into the knothole curiously, despite his happy seeming demeanor he doesn't drop his guard for a second, always ready.
As he stares, suddenly he gets the feeling he is being watched closely.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
"ow ow ow..." he grumbles, getting up and picking some flowers from his hair
After a moment of his complaining, Ryidan groans and snaps his head around "If you are going to be in pain, be quiet about it?"
"Sorry..." he mumbles, walking over. "Your making books float. How...how are you doing that?"
"They just do it by my will alone, nothing more or less is put into the process." he shrugs and snaps his fingers, the band of light disappearing along with the multiple eyes.
"huh...i have no idea what that means." he says, in awe at the magic
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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.
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 head 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."
"Nice to meetcha, Johnny. And Matilda." Neave bows back, ever so slightly shallower. "By my analysis, you're either a hitman or a trick shooter."
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
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*Okay cool, I assumed so, but wanted to make sure.*
Uzui, being the fearless idiot he is, decides to go through the creature's territory and see what's up, humming as he plays his Roan, waiting for the beast to strike after him. His blades sit at his sides, glowing softly.
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.)
He sits down next to her, reading over her shoulder.
He nods, grabbing his small bag
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He can see that goats of different kinds have taken up residence in the forest despite it not being their natural habitat. They all have the same golden eyes that stare down Uzui. As he continues on, he hears the sound of scratching filling the air.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"ow ow ow..." he grumbles, getting up and picking some flowers from his hair
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He laughs with a smile on his face, stopping in front of one of the goats, looking down at them, "Some kind of swarm possession? Interesting, I hope whatever is hunting me is highly intelligent." He goes back to walking.
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.)
*Good morning, everyone! I'm back for a little while, if anyone would like to rp. I don't know how much time I'll have, though.*
Helianth is inside the Spelljammer, tending to four small ceramic pots of ash that have more of that wretched, twisting bramble within them. It seems to be molding them into specific shapes, though.
The Architect has turned on the incubator under the Faceless Fair, the tank at the engine's center being filled to the brim with a potent mixture of Old Blood, Dark Energy, and a few other aberrant additives. Now, she's waiting to see if her creation worked.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The book is much more spicy than the title would suggest, as she leans against them, waiting for them to finish each page before turning.
She leads them back home when they are ready.
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.)
After a moment of his complaining, Ryidan groans and snaps his head around "If you are going to be in pain, be quiet about it?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I will try to rp with you later! Promise!*
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.)
From the tree's hands ornaments made of bone, twigs, leaves, and flowers. They dangle from a single oak tree like some sort of morbid folkish Christmas tree. The scratching appears to be coming from inside a knothole in the center of the tree that is veined with gold.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Sorry..." he mumbles, walking over. "Your making books float. How...how are you doing that?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He walks over to the tree, tapping one of the branches made of bone with a smile plastered onto his face before looking into the knothole curiously, despite his happy seeming demeanor he doesn't drop his guard for a second, always ready.
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.)
Leo blushes as he reads. "I..how do you read this stuff?"
He walks with her, staying quiet.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"They just do it by my will alone, nothing more or less is put into the process." he shrugs and snaps his fingers, the band of light disappearing along with the multiple eyes.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I think about you." She says simply, continuing to read, smiling at them for a moment.
She holds out a hand for them to take if they want to.
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.)
As he stares, suddenly he gets the feeling he is being watched closely.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Oh, I'm being watched. Mind revealing yourself?" He asks, knowing they likely won't, resting a hand on his blade "Whatever's out there."
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.)
"huh...i have no idea what that means." he says, in awe at the magic
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I..." he goes mute, still reading
He doesnt take it, staring idly ahead.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Nice to meetcha, Johnny. And Matilda." Neave bows back, ever so slightly shallower. "By my analysis, you're either a hitman or a trick shooter."
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.