Theren goes back to normal. "We...I, sorry, dont like to see people get hurt."
"What does it mean when someone goes infernal."
He nods just a bit "Thank you for the sentiment, I am pained, no matter what. Thank you."
"They... activate their pyrokinetic abilities, but aren't able to control them. Bursting into flames and basically becoming a fire zombie in constant pain without death. A torture, fire soldiers are meant to stop."
"ah, I see."
"Oh...that sounds awful.."
"I am simply diseased. I am Kazuya, captain of company nine of the fire force. Nice to meet you."
"It is... but there is no changing it until we find a cure. I will be here, working, until then." She takes one of their hands, "Let's not ruin the date, though."
"Theren Dotsk. Retired adventurer and the pleasure is all mine."
He gently squeezes her hand. "Couldn't have said it better myself." he says smiling softly
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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.
"Theren Dotsk. Retired adventurer and the pleasure is all mine."
He gently squeezes her hand. "Couldn't have said it better myself." he says smiling softly
"You are quite the fighter despite being retired." He smiles, bowing to them.
She smiles back at them, "I myself am I pyrokinetic, Third Generation, which means I can make flames and heat."
"I stay in shape." he says with a shrug and a small smile.
"Thats awesome." he says, placing some fruit on plates for them both.
"If you would ever want to join the fire force, I would love the help."
She begins to eat, leaning in and kissing their cheek, "I wish I could control it, but I can't, I just... well." She closes her eyes, and the heat haze appears all around her for a moment.
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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.'
"Theren Dotsk. Retired adventurer and the pleasure is all mine."
He gently squeezes her hand. "Couldn't have said it better myself." he says smiling softly
"You are quite the fighter despite being retired." He smiles, bowing to them.
She smiles back at them, "I myself am I pyrokinetic, Third Generation, which means I can make flames and heat."
"I stay in shape." he says with a shrug and a small smile.
"Thats awesome." he says, placing some fruit on plates for them both.
"If you would ever want to join the fire force, I would love the help."
She begins to eat, leaning in and kissing their cheek, "I wish I could control it, but I can't, I just... well." She closes her eyes, and the heat haze appears all around her for a moment.
"Like I said, I'm retired."
He blushes a bit. "I, uhm, ah, I have a friend that could maybe help with 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.
"Sun and horizon met I weighed the anchor, hoisted sails, my course was set My cutthroat crew conspiring with the stars our guide They point the way through perils fraught"
A smaller ship has docked in the harbor, a sailing ship that clearly has been through hell and back on the seas. The bright blue sails are tied up so the ship herself doesn't end up trying to escape on the winds. A man stands on the docks, arguing with a dwarven boat warden.
The man appears to be human, his skin tanned from the sun and his body muscular from a life of work. On his chest, nestled between his pectorals, is a strange symbol that is tattooed in deep blue ink. Faint jagged scars are under his pecs, starting from the center and stretching outwards. His chestnut brown hair is cut short, almost like a mohawk, with little braids dotted with white and blue beads towards the back. His arms, chest, and face all have a smattering of brown body hair, albeit a bit lighter than the hair upon his head. He wears no shirt, just a pair of light grey breeches with a blue sash around his waist, paired with a set of hardy boots. Two sets of silvery earrings pierce his ears, glinting in the afternoon sun.
"I bloody told ya you ninny, I paid the fare to dock here!" he snarls at the dwarf, which earns him a look from them.
"I don't see a name, a date, nor any sort of record, sonny." The dwarf says, scratching his mutton-chops.
The man's blue eyes burn with anger, nearly turning electric "Check again! Under the name of 'Sam'! Hell, check the last name 'Lawson!'. I made arrangements!"
The dwarf checks again and sighs "Nope. Nothing. You got till morning light to get yer crappy boat out of here boy." he huffs and turns on heel.
Sam curses in primordial, kicking a stone into the waters below the dock. He sits down on the wood and pulls out a flask from his pocket, unscrewing the cap and tipping an amber liquid into his mouth. He coughs from the kick of it and screws the cap back on.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Sun and horizon met I weighed the anchor, hoisted sails, my course was set My cutthroat crew conspiring with the stars our guide They point the way through perils fraught"
A smaller ship has docked in the harbor, a sailing ship that clearly has been through hell and back on the seas. The bright blue sails are tied up so the ship herself doesn't end up trying to escape on the winds. A man stands on the docks, arguing with a dwarven boat warden.
The man appears to be human, his skin tanned from the sun and his body muscular from a life of work. On his chest, nestled between his pectorals, is a strange symbol that is tattooed in deep blue ink. Faint jagged scars are under his pecs, starting from the center and stretching outwards. His chestnut brown hair is cut short, almost like a mohawk, with little braids dotted with white and blue beads towards the back. His arms, chest, and face all have a smattering of brown body hair, albeit a bit lighter than the hair upon his head. He wears no shirt, just a pair of light grey breeches with a blue sash around his waist, paired with a set of hardy boots. Two sets of silvery earrings pierce his ears, glinting in the afternoon sun.
"I bloody told ya you ninny, I paid the fare to dock here!" he snarls at the dwarf, which earns him a look from them.
"I don't see a name, a date, nor any sort of record, sonny." The dwarf says, scratching his mutton-chops.
The man's blue eyes burn with anger, nearly turning electric "Check again! Under the name of 'Sam'! Hell, check the last name 'Lawson!'. I made arrangements!"
The dwarf checks again and sighs "Nope. Nothing. You got till morning light to get yer crappy boat out of here boy." he huffs and turns on heel.
Sam curses in primordial, kicking a stone into the waters below the dock. He sits down on the wood and pulls out a flask from his pocket, unscrewing the cap and tipping an amber liquid into his mouth. He coughs from the kick of it and screws the cap back on.
Leo, who had been nearby picking up some things for dinner, sees this and walks over. "You alright sir?"
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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.
A small, muscular kobold watches from the dock, having finished her shift at the restaurant, she stands outside and sees the commotion going on. She walks over, chewing on her cigar as she looks over to the dwarf with the issue, before sitting next to Sam, offering them a cigar.
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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.'
"Sun and horizon met I weighed the anchor, hoisted sails, my course was set My cutthroat crew conspiring with the stars our guide They point the way through perils fraught"
A smaller ship has docked in the harbor, a sailing ship that clearly has been through hell and back on the seas. The bright blue sails are tied up so the ship herself doesn't end up trying to escape on the winds. A man stands on the docks, arguing with a dwarven boat warden.
The man appears to be human, his skin tanned from the sun and his body muscular from a life of work. On his chest, nestled between his pectorals, is a strange symbol that is tattooed in deep blue ink. Faint jagged scars are under his pecs, starting from the center and stretching outwards. His chestnut brown hair is cut short, almost like a mohawk, with little braids dotted with white and blue beads towards the back. His arms, chest, and face all have a smattering of brown body hair, albeit a bit lighter than the hair upon his head. He wears no shirt, just a pair of light grey breeches with a blue sash around his waist, paired with a set of hardy boots. Two sets of silvery earrings pierce his ears, glinting in the afternoon sun.
"I bloody told ya you ninny, I paid the fare to dock here!" he snarls at the dwarf, which earns him a look from them.
"I don't see a name, a date, nor any sort of record, sonny." The dwarf says, scratching his mutton-chops.
The man's blue eyes burn with anger, nearly turning electric "Check again! Under the name of 'Sam'! Hell, check the last name 'Lawson!'. I made arrangements!"
The dwarf checks again and sighs "Nope. Nothing. You got till morning light to get yer crappy boat out of here boy." he huffs and turns on heel.
Sam curses in primordial, kicking a stone into the waters below the dock. He sits down on the wood and pulls out a flask from his pocket, unscrewing the cap and tipping an amber liquid into his mouth. He coughs from the kick of it and screws the cap back on.
Leo, who had been nearby picking up some things for dinner, sees this and walks over. "You alright sir?"
He sighs and scratches the back of his neck "Nah.. Less than." he shrugs and sighs "Damn dock men can even get their accounts right. I paid nearly 50 gold to dock here for the week.." he huffs.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Sun and horizon met I weighed the anchor, hoisted sails, my course was set My cutthroat crew conspiring with the stars our guide They point the way through perils fraught"
A smaller ship has docked in the harbor, a sailing ship that clearly has been through hell and back on the seas. The bright blue sails are tied up so the ship herself doesn't end up trying to escape on the winds. A man stands on the docks, arguing with a dwarven boat warden.
The man appears to be human, his skin tanned from the sun and his body muscular from a life of work. On his chest, nestled between his pectorals, is a strange symbol that is tattooed in deep blue ink. Faint jagged scars are under his pecs, starting from the center and stretching outwards. His chestnut brown hair is cut short, almost like a mohawk, with little braids dotted with white and blue beads towards the back. His arms, chest, and face all have a smattering of brown body hair, albeit a bit lighter than the hair upon his head. He wears no shirt, just a pair of light grey breeches with a blue sash around his waist, paired with a set of hardy boots. Two sets of silvery earrings pierce his ears, glinting in the afternoon sun.
"I bloody told ya you ninny, I paid the fare to dock here!" he snarls at the dwarf, which earns him a look from them.
"I don't see a name, a date, nor any sort of record, sonny." The dwarf says, scratching his mutton-chops.
The man's blue eyes burn with anger, nearly turning electric "Check again! Under the name of 'Sam'! Hell, check the last name 'Lawson!'. I made arrangements!"
The dwarf checks again and sighs "Nope. Nothing. You got till morning light to get yer crappy boat out of here boy." he huffs and turns on heel.
Sam curses in primordial, kicking a stone into the waters below the dock. He sits down on the wood and pulls out a flask from his pocket, unscrewing the cap and tipping an amber liquid into his mouth. He coughs from the kick of it and screws the cap back on.
Leo, who had been nearby picking up some things for dinner, sees this and walks over. "You alright sir?"
He sighs and scratches the back of his neck "Nah.. Less than." he shrugs and sighs "Damn dock men can even get their accounts right. I paid nearly 50 gold to dock here for the week.." he huffs.
"huh. Weird." Leo says, scratching his arm. "Lemme go pull a favor for ya. That dwarf owes me one anyways."
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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.
A small, muscular kobold watches from the dock, having finished her shift at the restaurant, she stands outside and sees the commotion going on. She walks over, chewing on her cigar as she looks over to the dwarf with the issue, before sitting next to Sam, offering them a cigar.
He shakes his head, "Sorry, my poison lies in alcohol." he chuckles, "Father used to smoke, couldn't stand the smell." he sticks out his tongue playfully.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Sun and horizon met I weighed the anchor, hoisted sails, my course was set My cutthroat crew conspiring with the stars our guide They point the way through perils fraught"
A smaller ship has docked in the harbor, a sailing ship that clearly has been through hell and back on the seas. The bright blue sails are tied up so the ship herself doesn't end up trying to escape on the winds. A man stands on the docks, arguing with a dwarven boat warden.
The man appears to be human, his skin tanned from the sun and his body muscular from a life of work. On his chest, nestled between his pectorals, is a strange symbol that is tattooed in deep blue ink. Faint jagged scars are under his pecs, starting from the center and stretching outwards. His chestnut brown hair is cut short, almost like a mohawk, with little braids dotted with white and blue beads towards the back. His arms, chest, and face all have a smattering of brown body hair, albeit a bit lighter than the hair upon his head. He wears no shirt, just a pair of light grey breeches with a blue sash around his waist, paired with a set of hardy boots. Two sets of silvery earrings pierce his ears, glinting in the afternoon sun.
"I bloody told ya you ninny, I paid the fare to dock here!" he snarls at the dwarf, which earns him a look from them.
"I don't see a name, a date, nor any sort of record, sonny." The dwarf says, scratching his mutton-chops.
The man's blue eyes burn with anger, nearly turning electric "Check again! Under the name of 'Sam'! Hell, check the last name 'Lawson!'. I made arrangements!"
The dwarf checks again and sighs "Nope. Nothing. You got till morning light to get yer crappy boat out of here boy." he huffs and turns on heel.
Sam curses in primordial, kicking a stone into the waters below the dock. He sits down on the wood and pulls out a flask from his pocket, unscrewing the cap and tipping an amber liquid into his mouth. He coughs from the kick of it and screws the cap back on.
Leo, who had been nearby picking up some things for dinner, sees this and walks over. "You alright sir?"
He sighs and scratches the back of his neck "Nah.. Less than." he shrugs and sighs "Damn dock men can even get their accounts right. I paid nearly 50 gold to dock here for the week.." he huffs.
"huh. Weird." Leo says, scratching his arm. "Lemme go pull a favor for ya. That dwarf owes me one anyways."
Sam nearly falls over himself, scrambling to stand up "Really? Bloody hell mate, thanks a bunch!" he grins happily.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Sun and horizon met I weighed the anchor, hoisted sails, my course was set My cutthroat crew conspiring with the stars our guide They point the way through perils fraught"
A smaller ship has docked in the harbor, a sailing ship that clearly has been through hell and back on the seas. The bright blue sails are tied up so the ship herself doesn't end up trying to escape on the winds. A man stands on the docks, arguing with a dwarven boat warden.
The man appears to be human, his skin tanned from the sun and his body muscular from a life of work. On his chest, nestled between his pectorals, is a strange symbol that is tattooed in deep blue ink. Faint jagged scars are under his pecs, starting from the center and stretching outwards. His chestnut brown hair is cut short, almost like a mohawk, with little braids dotted with white and blue beads towards the back. His arms, chest, and face all have a smattering of brown body hair, albeit a bit lighter than the hair upon his head. He wears no shirt, just a pair of light grey breeches with a blue sash around his waist, paired with a set of hardy boots. Two sets of silvery earrings pierce his ears, glinting in the afternoon sun.
"I bloody told ya you ninny, I paid the fare to dock here!" he snarls at the dwarf, which earns him a look from them.
"I don't see a name, a date, nor any sort of record, sonny." The dwarf says, scratching his mutton-chops.
The man's blue eyes burn with anger, nearly turning electric "Check again! Under the name of 'Sam'! Hell, check the last name 'Lawson!'. I made arrangements!"
The dwarf checks again and sighs "Nope. Nothing. You got till morning light to get yer crappy boat out of here boy." he huffs and turns on heel.
Sam curses in primordial, kicking a stone into the waters below the dock. He sits down on the wood and pulls out a flask from his pocket, unscrewing the cap and tipping an amber liquid into his mouth. He coughs from the kick of it and screws the cap back on.
Leo, who had been nearby picking up some things for dinner, sees this and walks over. "You alright sir?"
He sighs and scratches the back of his neck "Nah.. Less than." he shrugs and sighs "Damn dock men can even get their accounts right. I paid nearly 50 gold to dock here for the week.." he huffs.
"huh. Weird." Leo says, scratching his arm. "Lemme go pull a favor for ya. That dwarf owes me one anyways."
Sam nearly falls over himself, scrambling to stand up "Really? Bloody hell mate, thanks a bunch!" he grins happily.
Leo waves his hand, looking up at him. (Bless my short king ;-;) "Dont worry about it. Be right back." he says, walking over to the dwarf.
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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.
A small, muscular kobold watches from the dock, having finished her shift at the restaurant, she stands outside and sees the commotion going on. She walks over, chewing on her cigar as she looks over to the dwarf with the issue, before sitting next to Sam, offering them a cigar.
He shakes his head, "Sorry, my poison lies in alcohol." he chuckles, "Father used to smoke, couldn't stand the smell." he sticks out his tongue playfully.
She gives a smile at them, putting the cigar away and crushing her own, "If you say so." Her voice is professional, although as tired as she looks "What's up with the ship?"
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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.'
"Theren Dotsk. Retired adventurer and the pleasure is all mine."
He gently squeezes her hand. "Couldn't have said it better myself." he says smiling softly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You are quite the fighter despite being retired." He smiles, bowing to them.
She smiles back at them, "I myself am I pyrokinetic, Third Generation, which means I can make flames and heat."
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 stay in shape." he says with a shrug and a small smile.
"Thats awesome." he says, placing some fruit on plates for them both.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"If you would ever want to join the fire force, I would love the help."
She begins to eat, leaning in and kissing their cheek, "I wish I could control it, but I can't, I just... well." She closes her eyes, and the heat haze appears all around her for a moment.
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.)
"Like I said, I'm retired."
He blushes a bit. "I, uhm, ah, I have a friend that could maybe help with that."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods, "I suppose that's fair, though you don't seem that old, more of a preference then."
She smiles, a Mark left where she kissed as the heat haze fades "You don't have to do that, it would be nice though."
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 have a wife and three kids. Im not joining some force just to leave them." he says evenly.
"I'll have to introduce you to him sometime. Hes a family man for sure." he says with a light laugh. He then eats a blueberry.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A smaller ship has docked in the harbor, a sailing ship that clearly has been through hell and back on the seas. The bright blue sails are tied up so the ship herself doesn't end up trying to escape on the winds. A man stands on the docks, arguing with a dwarven boat warden.
The man appears to be human, his skin tanned from the sun and his body muscular from a life of work. On his chest, nestled between his pectorals, is a strange symbol that is tattooed in deep blue ink. Faint jagged scars are under his pecs, starting from the center and stretching outwards. His chestnut brown hair is cut short, almost like a mohawk, with little braids dotted with white and blue beads towards the back. His arms, chest, and face all have a smattering of brown body hair, albeit a bit lighter than the hair upon his head. He wears no shirt, just a pair of light grey breeches with a blue sash around his waist, paired with a set of hardy boots. Two sets of silvery earrings pierce his ears, glinting in the afternoon sun.
"I bloody told ya you ninny, I paid the fare to dock here!" he snarls at the dwarf, which earns him a look from them.
"I don't see a name, a date, nor any sort of record, sonny." The dwarf says, scratching his mutton-chops.
The man's blue eyes burn with anger, nearly turning electric "Check again! Under the name of 'Sam'! Hell, check the last name 'Lawson!'. I made arrangements!"
The dwarf checks again and sighs "Nope. Nothing. You got till morning light to get yer crappy boat out of here boy." he huffs and turns on heel.
Sam curses in primordial, kicking a stone into the waters below the dock. He sits down on the wood and pulls out a flask from his pocket, unscrewing the cap and tipping an amber liquid into his mouth. He coughs from the kick of it and screws the cap back on.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Leo, who had been nearby picking up some things for dinner, sees this and walks over. "You alright sir?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He laughs, smiling brightly despite the burning on his face "I wasn't saying that, I'm happy for you and your family."
She nods "I'll talk to the captain, see if I can get some time off." She lies down on the blanket, sitting her head in their lap, looking up at them.
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.)
*For Wendi's intro.*
A small, muscular kobold watches from the dock, having finished her shift at the restaurant, she stands outside and sees the commotion going on. She walks over, chewing on her cigar as she looks over to the dwarf with the issue, before sitting next to Sam, offering them a cigar.
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 sighs and scratches the back of his neck "Nah.. Less than." he shrugs and sighs "Damn dock men can even get their accounts right. I paid nearly 50 gold to dock here for the week.." he huffs.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Theren grits his teeth. "If something gets out of hand, contact me and I'll help. But that's it."
"Sounds good." he says, holding a strawberry just above her mouth.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"huh. Weird." Leo says, scratching his arm. "Lemme go pull a favor for ya. That dwarf owes me one anyways."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods, "If something gets out of hand, you'll likely see it. Did you sustain any injuries, Mr. Dotsk?"
She bites the strawberry, looking up at them happily, "This is going well."
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 shakes his head, "Sorry, my poison lies in alcohol." he chuckles, "Father used to smoke, couldn't stand the smell." he sticks out his tongue playfully.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Sam nearly falls over himself, scrambling to stand up "Really? Bloody hell mate, thanks a bunch!" he grins happily.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Nah. Just a small nick on the cheek." he says
"Yeah, so far so good." he says, with a dorky smile on his face
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Leo waves his hand, looking up at him. (Bless my short king ;-;) "Dont worry about it. Be right back." he says, walking over to the dwarf.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She gives a smile at them, putting the cigar away and crushing her own, "If you say so." Her voice is professional, although as tired as she looks "What's up with the ship?"
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.)