*It’s not your fault. I know how it goes. I had to leave ddb for like a year in 2022. I really hope you come back soon too.*
*So do I, you wanna talk or rp or something dude? Make the most of the time we’ve got?*
*An rp for the road sounds good to me. Are there any characters you want to play specifically?*
*Nope, honestly, whoever goes out, I’ll make it worth it however I can. Do you?*
*Not particularly. I love all your characters. How about Paracelsus and John?*
*Hmm, if you say so, here you go.*
John has been silently researching everything he can on his good friend Riotan, as well as consolidating power for himself as well as the rest of the cult. He’s currently sitting at the tavern, wearing a new, purified Iron crown that radiates immense power.
Paracelsus, in her search for a cure for Theren, has looked to transcend death once more, returning to her mushroom bed in the forest and lying down upon it. Shes been there for days, the mushrooms seem to have spread quite a bit.
*It’s not your fault. I know how it goes. I had to leave ddb for like a year in 2022. I really hope you come back soon too.*
*So do I, you wanna talk or rp or something dude? Make the most of the time we’ve got?*
*An rp for the road sounds good to me. Are there any characters you want to play specifically?*
*Nope, honestly, whoever goes out, I’ll make it worth it however I can. Do you?*
*Not particularly. I love all your characters. How about Paracelsus and John?*
*Hmm, if you say so, here you go.*
John has been silently researching everything he can on his good friend Riotan, as well as consolidating power for himself as well as the rest of the cult. He’s currently sitting at the tavern, wearing a new, purified Iron crown that radiates immense power.
Paracelsus, in her search for a cure for Theren, has looked to transcend death once more, returning to her mushroom bed in the forest and lying down upon it. Shes been there for days, the mushrooms seem to have spread quite a bit.
*is there anyone you’d prefer to use? Or should i post mine? I’m good with whatever*
Rio slinks up behind him. “Nice accessory.”
Thirteen makes his way through the brush toward her. He waves and approaches somewhat apprehensively.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*It’s not your fault. I know how it goes. I had to leave ddb for like a year in 2022. I really hope you come back soon too.*
*So do I, you wanna talk or rp or something dude? Make the most of the time we’ve got?*
*An rp for the road sounds good to me. Are there any characters you want to play specifically?*
*Nope, honestly, whoever goes out, I’ll make it worth it however I can. Do you?*
*Not particularly. I love all your characters. How about Paracelsus and John?*
*Hmm, if you say so, here you go.*
John has been silently researching everything he can on his good friend Riotan, as well as consolidating power for himself as well as the rest of the cult. He’s currently sitting at the tavern, wearing a new, purified Iron crown that radiates immense power.
Paracelsus, in her search for a cure for Theren, has looked to transcend death once more, returning to her mushroom bed in the forest and lying down upon it. Shes been there for days, the mushrooms seem to have spread quite a bit.
*is there anyone you’d prefer to use? Or should i post mine? I’m good with whatever*
Rio slinks up behind him. “Nice accessory.”
Thirteen makes his way through the brush toward her. He waves and approaches somewhat apprehensively.
*I don’t have any other preference, so whoever you want to play I’m down for.*
He looks over to them, his eyes have changed color to an iron grey. He smiles softly and nods his head “Thanks, Riotan.”
Their eyes seem to be open but they don’t seem to be present, in some kind of trance, though the mushrooms move around them to assist their approach.
*It’s not your fault. I know how it goes. I had to leave ddb for like a year in 2022. I really hope you come back soon too.*
*So do I, you wanna talk or rp or something dude? Make the most of the time we’ve got?*
*An rp for the road sounds good to me. Are there any characters you want to play specifically?*
*Nope, honestly, whoever goes out, I’ll make it worth it however I can. Do you?*
*Not particularly. I love all your characters. How about Paracelsus and John?*
*Hmm, if you say so, here you go.*
John has been silently researching everything he can on his good friend Riotan, as well as consolidating power for himself as well as the rest of the cult. He’s currently sitting at the tavern, wearing a new, purified Iron crown that radiates immense power.
Paracelsus, in her search for a cure for Theren, has looked to transcend death once more, returning to her mushroom bed in the forest and lying down upon it. Shes been there for days, the mushrooms seem to have spread quite a bit.
*is there anyone you’d prefer to use? Or should i post mine? I’m good with whatever*
Rio slinks up behind him. “Nice accessory.”
Thirteen makes his way through the brush toward her. He waves and approaches somewhat apprehensively.
*I don’t have any other preference, so whoever you want to play I’m down for.*
He looks over to them, his eyes have changed color to an iron grey. He smiles softly and nods his head “Thanks, Riotan.”
Their eyes seem to be open but they don’t seem to be present, in some kind of trance, though the mushrooms move around them to assist their approach.
*okay*
”It’s been a while but you seem to be flourishing, all things considered. How’ve you been?”
Thirteen heads over to her. “Paracelsus, I really hope you can hear me. I have something important to tell you.”
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*It’s not your fault. I know how it goes. I had to leave ddb for like a year in 2022. I really hope you come back soon too.*
*So do I, you wanna talk or rp or something dude? Make the most of the time we’ve got?*
*An rp for the road sounds good to me. Are there any characters you want to play specifically?*
*Nope, honestly, whoever goes out, I’ll make it worth it however I can. Do you?*
*Not particularly. I love all your characters. How about Paracelsus and John?*
*Hmm, if you say so, here you go.*
John has been silently researching everything he can on his good friend Riotan, as well as consolidating power for himself as well as the rest of the cult. He’s currently sitting at the tavern, wearing a new, purified Iron crown that radiates immense power.
Paracelsus, in her search for a cure for Theren, has looked to transcend death once more, returning to her mushroom bed in the forest and lying down upon it. Shes been there for days, the mushrooms seem to have spread quite a bit.
*is there anyone you’d prefer to use? Or should i post mine? I’m good with whatever*
Rio slinks up behind him. “Nice accessory.”
Thirteen makes his way through the brush toward her. He waves and approaches somewhat apprehensively.
*I don’t have any other preference, so whoever you want to play I’m down for.*
He looks over to them, his eyes have changed color to an iron grey. He smiles softly and nods his head “Thanks, Riotan.”
Their eyes seem to be open but they don’t seem to be present, in some kind of trance, though the mushrooms move around them to assist their approach.
*okay*
”It’s been a while but you seem to be flourishing, all things considered. How’ve you been?”
Thirteen heads over to her. “Paracelsus, I really hope you can hear me. I have something important to tell you.”
“Flourishing? I wouldn’t say that, but I’ve been doing well, finally killed the cult of the Iron Crown and took their prized artifact, as you can see.”
They get no visible reaction for quite a few moments as the mushrooms begin to gather, the ones outside of her bed, eventually forming a mushroom visage of Paracelsus.
*It’s not your fault. I know how it goes. I had to leave ddb for like a year in 2022. I really hope you come back soon too.*
*So do I, you wanna talk or rp or something dude? Make the most of the time we’ve got?*
*An rp for the road sounds good to me. Are there any characters you want to play specifically?*
*Nope, honestly, whoever goes out, I’ll make it worth it however I can. Do you?*
*Not particularly. I love all your characters. How about Paracelsus and John?*
*Hmm, if you say so, here you go.*
John has been silently researching everything he can on his good friend Riotan, as well as consolidating power for himself as well as the rest of the cult. He’s currently sitting at the tavern, wearing a new, purified Iron crown that radiates immense power.
Paracelsus, in her search for a cure for Theren, has looked to transcend death once more, returning to her mushroom bed in the forest and lying down upon it. Shes been there for days, the mushrooms seem to have spread quite a bit.
*is there anyone you’d prefer to use? Or should i post mine? I’m good with whatever*
Rio slinks up behind him. “Nice accessory.”
Thirteen makes his way through the brush toward her. He waves and approaches somewhat apprehensively.
*I don’t have any other preference, so whoever you want to play I’m down for.*
He looks over to them, his eyes have changed color to an iron grey. He smiles softly and nods his head “Thanks, Riotan.”
Their eyes seem to be open but they don’t seem to be present, in some kind of trance, though the mushrooms move around them to assist their approach.
*okay*
”It’s been a while but you seem to be flourishing, all things considered. How’ve you been?”
Thirteen heads over to her. “Paracelsus, I really hope you can hear me. I have something important to tell you.”
“Flourishing? I wouldn’t say that, but I’ve been doing well, finally killed the cult of the Iron Crown and took their prized artifact, as you can see.”
They get no visible reaction for quite a few moments as the mushrooms begin to gather, the ones outside of her bed, eventually forming a mushroom visage of Paracelsus.
Rio examines the crown closely. “Yeah. What all does it do? Is it psionic?”
Thirteen’s unperturbed. “I need to tell you that this isn’t your responsibility. I’m so thankful that you’re trying, but you don’t owe it to me and you don’t deserve to have to labor over an old elf’s personal issues. You’re young. You have everything before you. And all I want to do is to help you be in a place to use every possible opportunity when you find it. You don’t owe me anything for that.”
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*It’s not your fault. I know how it goes. I had to leave ddb for like a year in 2022. I really hope you come back soon too.*
*So do I, you wanna talk or rp or something dude? Make the most of the time we’ve got?*
*An rp for the road sounds good to me. Are there any characters you want to play specifically?*
*Nope, honestly, whoever goes out, I’ll make it worth it however I can. Do you?*
*Not particularly. I love all your characters. How about Paracelsus and John?*
*Hmm, if you say so, here you go.*
John has been silently researching everything he can on his good friend Riotan, as well as consolidating power for himself as well as the rest of the cult. He’s currently sitting at the tavern, wearing a new, purified Iron crown that radiates immense power.
Paracelsus, in her search for a cure for Theren, has looked to transcend death once more, returning to her mushroom bed in the forest and lying down upon it. Shes been there for days, the mushrooms seem to have spread quite a bit.
*is there anyone you’d prefer to use? Or should i post mine? I’m good with whatever*
Rio slinks up behind him. “Nice accessory.”
Thirteen makes his way through the brush toward her. He waves and approaches somewhat apprehensively.
*I don’t have any other preference, so whoever you want to play I’m down for.*
He looks over to them, his eyes have changed color to an iron grey. He smiles softly and nods his head “Thanks, Riotan.”
Their eyes seem to be open but they don’t seem to be present, in some kind of trance, though the mushrooms move around them to assist their approach.
*okay*
”It’s been a while but you seem to be flourishing, all things considered. How’ve you been?”
Thirteen heads over to her. “Paracelsus, I really hope you can hear me. I have something important to tell you.”
“Flourishing? I wouldn’t say that, but I’ve been doing well, finally killed the cult of the Iron Crown and took their prized artifact, as you can see.”
They get no visible reaction for quite a few moments as the mushrooms begin to gather, the ones outside of her bed, eventually forming a mushroom visage of Paracelsus.
Rio examines the crown closely. “Yeah. What all does it do? Is it psionic?”
Thirteen’s unperturbed. “I need to tell you that this isn’t your responsibility. I’m so thankful that you’re trying, but you don’t owe it to me and you don’t deserve to have to labor over an old elf’s personal issues. You’re young. You have everything before you. And all I want to do is to help you be in a place to use every possible opportunity when you find it. You don’t owe me anything for that.”
It’s certainly imbued with a power not of this plane, maybe from one of the hells or the Abyss “I have yet to learn yet, I haven’t had much or a target to use it on, but it too a guy who ate two gods to kill the last avatar of the Iron Crown.”
They hear a voice in their head, as Paracelsus can’t currently speak, “Too late professor, I’ve already begun to help, it’s no longer about feeling the need to. I care about you deeply sir, and id prefer your friends stay alive for as long as they can. I’ve seen things that have changed my mind forever, but one thing that stays the same is my regret, I should’ve helped my previous professor, but I didn’t.”
*It’s not your fault. I know how it goes. I had to leave ddb for like a year in 2022. I really hope you come back soon too.*
*So do I, you wanna talk or rp or something dude? Make the most of the time we’ve got?*
*An rp for the road sounds good to me. Are there any characters you want to play specifically?*
*Nope, honestly, whoever goes out, I’ll make it worth it however I can. Do you?*
*Not particularly. I love all your characters. How about Paracelsus and John?*
*Hmm, if you say so, here you go.*
John has been silently researching everything he can on his good friend Riotan, as well as consolidating power for himself as well as the rest of the cult. He’s currently sitting at the tavern, wearing a new, purified Iron crown that radiates immense power.
Paracelsus, in her search for a cure for Theren, has looked to transcend death once more, returning to her mushroom bed in the forest and lying down upon it. Shes been there for days, the mushrooms seem to have spread quite a bit.
*is there anyone you’d prefer to use? Or should i post mine? I’m good with whatever*
Rio slinks up behind him. “Nice accessory.”
Thirteen makes his way through the brush toward her. He waves and approaches somewhat apprehensively.
*I don’t have any other preference, so whoever you want to play I’m down for.*
He looks over to them, his eyes have changed color to an iron grey. He smiles softly and nods his head “Thanks, Riotan.”
Their eyes seem to be open but they don’t seem to be present, in some kind of trance, though the mushrooms move around them to assist their approach.
*okay*
”It’s been a while but you seem to be flourishing, all things considered. How’ve you been?”
Thirteen heads over to her. “Paracelsus, I really hope you can hear me. I have something important to tell you.”
“Flourishing? I wouldn’t say that, but I’ve been doing well, finally killed the cult of the Iron Crown and took their prized artifact, as you can see.”
They get no visible reaction for quite a few moments as the mushrooms begin to gather, the ones outside of her bed, eventually forming a mushroom visage of Paracelsus.
Rio examines the crown closely. “Yeah. What all does it do? Is it psionic?”
Thirteen’s unperturbed. “I need to tell you that this isn’t your responsibility. I’m so thankful that you’re trying, but you don’t owe it to me and you don’t deserve to have to labor over an old elf’s personal issues. You’re young. You have everything before you. And all I want to do is to help you be in a place to use every possible opportunity when you find it. You don’t owe me anything for that.”
It’s certainly imbued with a power not of this plane, maybe from one of the hells or the Abyss “I have yet to learn yet, I haven’t had much or a target to use it on, but it too a guy who ate two gods to kill the last avatar of the Iron Crown.”
They hear a voice in their head, as Paracelsus can’t currently speak, “Too late professor, I’ve already begun to help, it’s no longer about feeling the need to. I care about you deeply sir, and id prefer your friends stay alive for as long as they can. I’ve seen things that have changed my mind forever, but one thing that stays the same is my regret, I should’ve helped my previous professor, but I didn’t.”
“A guy? What guy? Are they still around?”
Thirteen bows his head. “…thank you. Truly.”
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"I think his name for Theren, good guy, I like him. A real fighter, he has my respect."
The mushroom visage bows their head in return, before collapsing back into the ground. Plant matter begins moving all around them "Besides, I think I've ascended beyond my body already."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.'
*I kinda wanna make a himbo, but I don't know what flavor of himbo. Maybe a glass making, adventuring himbo. I'll figure it out, and if I cant make them here, I'll make them in Pathfinder or Baldur's Gate.*
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.'
"I think his name for Theren, good guy, I like him. A real fighter, he has my respect."
The mushroom visage bows their head in return, before collapsing back into the ground. Plant matter begins moving all around them "Besides, I think I've ascended beyond my body already."
“Hm. Interesting.” Rio mulls over this for a second. “…but anyway, I’ve been thinking. What with this Crown, I feel like it’s not right for me to classify you as under me in any way. I’d like to imagine my tutelage helped you, but I don’t think it’s fair to call you my cultist anymore.”
“May I ask you something?”
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"I think his name for Theren, good guy, I like him. A real fighter, he has my respect."
The mushroom visage bows their head in return, before collapsing back into the ground. Plant matter begins moving all around them "Besides, I think I've ascended beyond my body already."
“Hm. Interesting.” Rio mulls over this for a second. “…but anyway, I’ve been thinking. What with this Crown, I feel like it’s not right for me to classify you as under me in any way. I’d like to imagine my tutelage helped you, but I don’t think it’s fair to call you my cultist anymore.”
“May I ask you something?”
"Oh so you're kicking me out of the cult? And here I was thinking I would be your greatest cultist yet." He says with a smile, patting their shoulder, "Are we still going to be friends and all that?"
Her eyes close for a moment, before opening again, the voice returning to their mind "Of course you can, professor. What do you want to ask?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.'
Sam is outside, punching a bag that hangs from a hook on a dock pole by the water. A determined grin set on his face, he delivers solid punches to it, keeping at a set speed.
A crystal dragonborn sits in a wheelchair in the library of the tavern, books spread out on a desk. An abacus sits on the desk as well, and the stone beads are dull from use. The dragonborn taps his pen on a pad of paper with numerous calculations, thinking to himself.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
To post a comment, please login or register a new account.
*Not particularly. I love all your characters. How about Paracelsus and John?*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Hmm, if you say so, here you go.*
John has been silently researching everything he can on his good friend Riotan, as well as consolidating power for himself as well as the rest of the cult. He’s currently sitting at the tavern, wearing a new, purified Iron crown that radiates immense power.
Paracelsus, in her search for a cure for Theren, has looked to transcend death once more, returning to her mushroom bed in the forest and lying down upon it. Shes been there for days, the mushrooms seem to have spread quite a bit.
*is there anyone you’d prefer to use? Or should i post mine? I’m good with whatever*
Rio slinks up behind him. “Nice accessory.”
Thirteen makes his way through the brush toward her. He waves and approaches somewhat apprehensively.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*I don’t have any other preference, so whoever you want to play I’m down for.*
He looks over to them, his eyes have changed color to an iron grey. He smiles softly and nods his head “Thanks, Riotan.”
Their eyes seem to be open but they don’t seem to be present, in some kind of trance, though the mushrooms move around them to assist their approach.
*okay*
”It’s been a while but you seem to be flourishing, all things considered. How’ve you been?”
Thirteen heads over to her. “Paracelsus, I really hope you can hear me. I have something important to tell you.”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
“Flourishing? I wouldn’t say that, but I’ve been doing well, finally killed the cult of the Iron Crown and took their prized artifact, as you can see.”
They get no visible reaction for quite a few moments as the mushrooms begin to gather, the ones outside of her bed, eventually forming a mushroom visage of Paracelsus.
Rio examines the crown closely. “Yeah. What all does it do? Is it psionic?”
Thirteen’s unperturbed. “I need to tell you that this isn’t your responsibility. I’m so thankful that you’re trying, but you don’t owe it to me and you don’t deserve to have to labor over an old elf’s personal issues. You’re young. You have everything before you. And all I want to do is to help you be in a place to use every possible opportunity when you find it. You don’t owe me anything for that.”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
It’s certainly imbued with a power not of this plane, maybe from one of the hells or the Abyss “I have yet to learn yet, I haven’t had much or a target to use it on, but it too a guy who ate two gods to kill the last avatar of the Iron Crown.”
They hear a voice in their head, as Paracelsus can’t currently speak, “Too late professor, I’ve already begun to help, it’s no longer about feeling the need to. I care about you deeply sir, and id prefer your friends stay alive for as long as they can. I’ve seen things that have changed my mind forever, but one thing that stays the same is my regret, I should’ve helped my previous professor, but I didn’t.”
“A guy? What guy? Are they still around?”
Thirteen bows his head. “…thank you. Truly.”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"I think his name for Theren, good guy, I like him. A real fighter, he has my respect."
The mushroom visage bows their head in return, before collapsing back into the ground. Plant matter begins moving all around them "Besides, I think I've ascended beyond my body already."
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 kinda wanna make a himbo, but I don't know what flavor of himbo. Maybe a glass making, adventuring himbo. I'll figure it out, and if I cant make them here, I'll make them in Pathfinder or Baldur's Gate.*
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.)
*[Enters]*
*skibbitti.*
*[leaves]*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*WAIT! WENDI! NO! (Collapses to my knees in anguish)*
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.)
“Hm. Interesting.” Rio mulls over this for a second. “…but anyway, I’ve been thinking. What with this Crown, I feel like it’s not right for me to classify you as under me in any way. I’d like to imagine my tutelage helped you, but I don’t think it’s fair to call you my cultist anymore.”
“May I ask you something?”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*No cap child, i am ohio gyatt with the sauce. Straight bussin.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Nevermind, I'm leaving instead. (Leaves)*
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 no idea what any of this means to be honest XD.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Oh so you're kicking me out of the cult? And here I was thinking I would be your greatest cultist yet." He says with a smile, patting their shoulder, "Are we still going to be friends and all that?"
Her eyes close for a moment, before opening again, the voice returning to their mind "Of course you can, professor. What do you want to ask?"
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.)
*Because you forced me to read that, I am now blinded, and on my last day too.*
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.)
Sam is outside, punching a bag that hangs from a hook on a dock pole by the water. A determined grin set on his face, he delivers solid punches to it, keeping at a set speed.
A crystal dragonborn sits in a wheelchair in the library of the tavern, books spread out on a desk. An abacus sits on the desk as well, and the stone beads are dull from use. The dragonborn taps his pen on a pad of paper with numerous calculations, thinking to himself.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]