It shimmers like oil or fat, but smells like alcohol. "Looks nasty, but it's both delicious and strong, two things that usually don't go together."
"We do not. I've barely kept him alive thus far." He gives the kid a blue cookie with Druidic text written on it in frosting. "He'll last. If we run now." The masked creature pushes Kazuya a bit. "Lead the way."
He shrugs, the smell interesting before he downs all of it in one go, all of it in the bowl anyway, pondering the flavor a moment after.
He begins sprinting as fast as he can go, leading them to the Fire Station, and once there, to the medical ward, going to one of the surgical rooms. He places them down on the bed, putting on some gloves, "We need to start, scalpel." He pinches a nerve on the kid's neck that would knock them out.
It's strong enough to poison a young green dragon and delicious enough that they might not even care. It's closest comparisons would be coconut, cherries, and chocolate, but at the same time it tastes like none of these things. It's certainly a strange taste, but surprisingly good given... everything.
The kid passes out immediately. The masked creature grabs a pawful of sharp objects. "One of these?"
It shimmers like oil or fat, but smells like alcohol. "Looks nasty, but it's both delicious and strong, two things that usually don't go together."
"We do not. I've barely kept him alive thus far." He gives the kid a blue cookie with Druidic text written on it in frosting. "He'll last. If we run now." The masked creature pushes Kazuya a bit. "Lead the way."
He shrugs, the smell interesting before he downs all of it in one go, all of it in the bowl anyway, pondering the flavor a moment after.
He begins sprinting as fast as he can go, leading them to the Fire Station, and once there, to the medical ward, going to one of the surgical rooms. He places them down on the bed, putting on some gloves, "We need to start, scalpel." He pinches a nerve on the kid's neck that would knock them out.
It's strong enough to poison a young green dragon and delicious enough that they might not even care. It's closest comparisons would be coconut, cherries, and chocolate, but at the same time it tastes like none of these things. It's certainly a strange taste, but surprisingly good given... everything.
The kid passes out immediately. The masked creature grabs a pawful of sharp objects. "One of these?"
He puts down the now empty bowl, running his tongue over his teeth as he thinks about what to say before nodding "More than decent, you made this for us to share on my birthday?" He raises an eyebrow with a smile.
He picks the scalpel out of the options they hold up, cutting into the child and beginning his work, keeping the bleeding to a minimum, as they don't get to lose any more blood, cauterizing their wounds immediately.
*Sorry, Spanish class, I'm back.*
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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.'
(Warden's are a homebrew race of mine that are considered humanoid, undying humans if you want to get technical, and are powered by a 'core' of pure radiation that makes their bodies unstable. They were originally a product of a dark lord but the nuclear energy that powered the first one exploded and killed the dark lord. The new dark lord is a Warden named Johnny Buzz who had a brief stint here at the Lord's Rest inn, he made soul reaping weapons. He was lonely and built more of his kind and now they are a full race of radioactive people.)*
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
(Warden's are a homebrew race of mine that are considered humanoid, undying humans if you want to get technical, and are powered by a 'core' of pure radiation that makes their bodies unstable. They were originally a product of a dark lord but the nuclear energy that powered the first one exploded and killed the dark lord. The new dark lord is a Warden named Johnny Buzz who had a brief stint here at the Lord's Rest inn, he made soul reaping weapons. He was lonely and built more of his kind and now they are a full race of radioactive people.)*
*Sounds very fun indeed, I wish I could meet them, maybe they'll be around when I get back. I wanna make one last character, but I don't know what to do to make them interesting, maybe I'll just throw out something simple and run with it. Also, soul reaping weapons is absolutely awesome.*
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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.'
(Warden's are a homebrew race of mine that are considered humanoid, undying humans if you want to get technical, and are powered by a 'core' of pure radiation that makes their bodies unstable. They were originally a product of a dark lord but the nuclear energy that powered the first one exploded and killed the dark lord. The new dark lord is a Warden named Johnny Buzz who had a brief stint here at the Lord's Rest inn, he made soul reaping weapons. He was lonely and built more of his kind and now they are a full race of radioactive people.)*
*Sounds very fun indeed, I wish I could meet them, maybe they'll be around when I get back. I wanna make one last character, but I don't know what to do to make them interesting, maybe I'll just throw out something simple and run with it. Also, soul reaping weapons is absolutely awesome.*
*Basically they harvest the souls essence and that gets transferred into energy. That energy can be used for many things and can be substituted for items when making magical trinkets.*
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
(Warden's are a homebrew race of mine that are considered humanoid, undying humans if you want to get technical, and are powered by a 'core' of pure radiation that makes their bodies unstable. They were originally a product of a dark lord but the nuclear energy that powered the first one exploded and killed the dark lord. The new dark lord is a Warden named Johnny Buzz who had a brief stint here at the Lord's Rest inn, he made soul reaping weapons. He was lonely and built more of his kind and now they are a full race of radioactive people.)*
*Sounds very fun indeed, I wish I could meet them, maybe they'll be around when I get back. I wanna make one last character, but I don't know what to do to make them interesting, maybe I'll just throw out something simple and run with it. Also, soul reaping weapons is absolutely awesome.*
*Basically they harvest the souls essence and that gets transferred into energy. That energy can be used for many things and can be substituted for items when making magical trinkets.*
*Ah, so like if you could turn blood into fuel... I just got a great idea, and I hope it works out exactly how I want it to. Anything powered by souls is such an interesting concept, like with the Amaturasu from FF.*
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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.'
*Oh, just the person I was looking for, and they are calling me a cretin. I'm fine with it. I got another character I'm gonna intro.*
*you must be a cretin if you're being banned from here. but, love ya anyway*
*Love ya too buddy, do you want to rp? Spend the time we've got left doing something worth doing?*
*I sure do! How about some new ints, including your new guy*
*Okay, who else do you want for THE FINAL RP! For a while anyway.*
An explosion shakes the entirety of Aspen as well as Lord's Point as someone seems to get launched through the sky, adjusting himself mid air as something seems to fly after him, grabbing by the shirt and bringing him higher into the air. It appears to be a horned Wood Elf from what can be seen, flames burning around them as they fight what appears to be some kind of monster before the clouds obscure their clasp. Minutes pass, with explosions of force every so often, until they both drop to the ground in the crater they originally made. Standing in the center, the victor of the clash is that Wood elf in a green leather jacket and black pants, a scythe over his shoulder and a wide grin on his handsome face as he holds up a fist, standing on the body of his foe. He seems young, young and stupid, but the victor nonetheless.
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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.'
It's strong enough to poison a young green dragon and delicious enough that they might not even care. It's closest comparisons would be coconut, cherries, and chocolate, but at the same time it tastes like none of these things. It's certainly a strange taste, but surprisingly good given... everything.
The kid passes out immediately. The masked creature grabs a pawful of sharp objects. "One of these?"
He puts down the now empty bowl, running his tongue over his teeth as he thinks about what to say before nodding "More than decent, you made this for us to share on my birthday?" He raises an eyebrow with a smile.
He picks the scalpel out of the options they hold up, cutting into the child and beginning his work, keeping the bleeding to a minimum, as they don't get to lose any more blood, cauterizing their wounds immediately.
*Sorry, Spanish class, I'm back.*
"Yup! I thought since it was too strong for almost anyone, you might be able to enjoy it! A boozy birthday gift!" He takes a shot, then immediately look buzzed.
The strugel opens up a frost-rimed bag of holding and removes massive jar of Keoghtom's Ointment. He opens the jar and dumps out what must be 35 kidneys into a tray, all in various sizes, species, and states of health. They haven't decayed at all. "I didn't know what would work, and he doesn't have any family to take from. At least, not within a week's walk."
It's strong enough to poison a young green dragon and delicious enough that they might not even care. It's closest comparisons would be coconut, cherries, and chocolate, but at the same time it tastes like none of these things. It's certainly a strange taste, but surprisingly good given... everything.
The kid passes out immediately. The masked creature grabs a pawful of sharp objects. "One of these?"
He puts down the now empty bowl, running his tongue over his teeth as he thinks about what to say before nodding "More than decent, you made this for us to share on my birthday?" He raises an eyebrow with a smile.
He picks the scalpel out of the options they hold up, cutting into the child and beginning his work, keeping the bleeding to a minimum, as they don't get to lose any more blood, cauterizing their wounds immediately.
*Sorry, Spanish class, I'm back.*
"Yup! I thought since it was too strong for almost anyone, you might be able to enjoy it! A boozy birthday gift!" He takes a shot, then immediately look buzzed.
The strugel opens up a frost-rimed bag of holding and removes massive jar of Keoghtom's Ointment. He opens the jar and dumps out what must be 35 kidneys into a tray, all in various sizes, species, and states of health. They haven't decayed at all. "I didn't know what would work, and he doesn't have any family to take from. At least, not within a week's walk."
He gets himself a larger bowl, “You might want to be more careful with it than I am, I wouldn’t say we have similar constitutions.” He chuckles, downing another gulp.
He cuts through the child with care until he reaches their kidney, accessing everything he can about it as he carefully begins taking it out of them “Interesting, move those kidneys closer, we may have a proper transplant but we may not. If any of those don’t work, I’ll off my own.”
*Oh, just the person I was looking for, and they are calling me a cretin. I'm fine with it. I got another character I'm gonna intro.*
*you must be a cretin if you're being banned from here. but, love ya anyway*
*Love ya too buddy, do you want to rp? Spend the time we've got left doing something worth doing?*
*I sure do! How about some new ints, including your new guy*
*Okay, who else do you want for THE FINAL RP! For a while anyway.*
An explosion shakes the entirety of Aspen as well as Lord's Point as someone seems to get launched through the sky, adjusting himself mid air as something seems to fly after him, grabbing by the shirt and bringing him higher into the air. It appears to be a horned Wood Elf from what can be seen, flames burning around them as they fight what appears to be some kind of monster before the clouds obscure their clasp. Minutes pass, with explosions of force every so often, until they both drop to the ground in the crater they originally made. Standing in the center, the victor of the clash is that Wood elf in a green leather jacket and black pants, a scythe over his shoulder and a wide grin on his handsome face as he holds up a fist, standing on the body of his foe. He seems young, young and stupid, but the victor nonetheless.
*I think we need to end this off with the classics. We need to squeeze in today the following: Camilla and Dew, Xavier and Duchess, Saphuno and Damian, Zephyr and Donquixote, Lacai and Drac. Who knows, maybe one of them dies.*
Mike watches the fight, pretty impressed. He claps for the victor, smoking a cigar.
*Of course, let’s begin with the gays.*
The wood elf turns to them, the bottom half of his face has a pseudo mask, allowing him to show facial expression with hiding the bottom half. He shoots some finger guns at them.
Don is sleeping in the hammock, and has been doing so for a while, snoring just a little bit.
Drac is preparing a wedding venue, looking all around town, and even outside of it, while also shopping for heels to wear with his dress.
"Yup! I thought since it was too strong for almost anyone, you might be able to enjoy it! A boozy birthday gift!" He takes a shot, then immediately look buzzed.
The strugel opens up a frost-rimed bag of holding and removes massive jar of Keoghtom's Ointment. He opens the jar and dumps out what must be 35 kidneys into a tray, all in various sizes, species, and states of health. They haven't decayed at all. "I didn't know what would work, and he doesn't have any family to take from. At least, not within a week's walk."
He gets himself a larger bowl, “You might want to be more careful with it than I am, I wouldn’t say we have similar constitutions.” He chuckles, downing another gulp.
He cuts through the child with care until he reaches their kidney, accessing everything he can about it as he carefully begins taking it out of them “Interesting, move those kidneys closer, we may have a proper transplant but we may not. If any of those don’t work, I’ll off my own.”
Felix nods and clumsily flops over and curls up in Rag's lap. "I thnnk I'm good alreddy..." he slurs.
He pushes the tray closer. "Thank you for this. The kid probably wouldn't have made it. I can cure surface-level diseases, but organs are out of my knowledge range."
"Yup! I thought since it was too strong for almost anyone, you might be able to enjoy it! A boozy birthday gift!" He takes a shot, then immediately look buzzed.
The strugel opens up a frost-rimed bag of holding and removes massive jar of Keoghtom's Ointment. He opens the jar and dumps out what must be 35 kidneys into a tray, all in various sizes, species, and states of health. They haven't decayed at all. "I didn't know what would work, and he doesn't have any family to take from. At least, not within a week's walk."
He gets himself a larger bowl, “You might want to be more careful with it than I am, I wouldn’t say we have similar constitutions.” He chuckles, downing another gulp.
He cuts through the child with care until he reaches their kidney, accessing everything he can about it as he carefully begins taking it out of them “Interesting, move those kidneys closer, we may have a proper transplant but we may not. If any of those don’t work, I’ll off my own.”
Felix nods and clumsily flops over and curls up in Rag's lap. "I thnnk I'm good alreddy..." he slurs.
He pushes the tray closer. "Thank you for this. The kid probably wouldn't have made it. I can cure surface-level diseases, but organs are out of my knowledge range."
He laughs as he continues to drink, holding them “I think you are too, buddy. Just curl up and enjoy your afternoon.”
“Hmm, this isn’t good.” He begins weeding through the kidneys, “May sure to keep pressure on where I removed the kidney so waste doesn’t get into the body more than it already has. I can purify the waste once I’m done.”
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It's strong enough to poison a young green dragon and delicious enough that they might not even care. It's closest comparisons would be coconut, cherries, and chocolate, but at the same time it tastes like none of these things. It's certainly a strange taste, but surprisingly good given... everything.
The kid passes out immediately. The masked creature grabs a pawful of sharp objects. "One of these?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
He puts down the now empty bowl, running his tongue over his teeth as he thinks about what to say before nodding "More than decent, you made this for us to share on my birthday?" He raises an eyebrow with a smile.
He picks the scalpel out of the options they hold up, cutting into the child and beginning his work, keeping the bleeding to a minimum, as they don't get to lose any more blood, cauterizing their wounds immediately.
*Sorry, Spanish class, I'm back.*
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.)
*Hey, I'm back, I hate Spanish class so so much. Anybody here? I just wanna make my last day count.*
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 made a Greyromantic Warden.
(Warden's are a homebrew race of mine that are considered humanoid, undying humans if you want to get technical, and are powered by a 'core' of pure radiation that makes their bodies unstable. They were originally a product of a dark lord but the nuclear energy that powered the first one exploded and killed the dark lord. The new dark lord is a Warden named Johnny Buzz who had a brief stint here at the Lord's Rest inn, he made soul reaping weapons. He was lonely and built more of his kind and now they are a full race of radioactive people.)*
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Sounds very fun indeed, I wish I could meet them, maybe they'll be around when I get back. I wanna make one last character, but I don't know what to do to make them interesting, maybe I'll just throw out something simple and run with it. Also, soul reaping weapons is absolutely awesome.*
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.)
*Oh, just the person I was looking for, and they are calling me a cretin. I'm fine with it. I got another character I'm gonna intro.*
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.)
*Basically they harvest the souls essence and that gets transferred into energy. That energy can be used for many things and can be substituted for items when making magical trinkets.*
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Ah, so like if you could turn blood into fuel... I just got a great idea, and I hope it works out exactly how I want it to. Anything powered by souls is such an interesting concept, like with the Amaturasu from FF.*
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.)
*Love ya too buddy, do you want to rp? Spend the time we've got left doing something worth doing?*
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.)
*Okay, who else do you want for THE FINAL RP! For a while anyway.*
An explosion shakes the entirety of Aspen as well as Lord's Point as someone seems to get launched through the sky, adjusting himself mid air as something seems to fly after him, grabbing by the shirt and bringing him higher into the air. It appears to be a horned Wood Elf from what can be seen, flames burning around them as they fight what appears to be some kind of monster before the clouds obscure their clasp. Minutes pass, with explosions of force every so often, until they both drop to the ground in the crater they originally made. Standing in the center, the victor of the clash is that Wood elf in a green leather jacket and black pants, a scythe over his shoulder and a wide grin on his handsome face as he holds up a fist, standing on the body of his foe. He seems young, young and stupid, but the victor nonetheless.
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.)
"Yup! I thought since it was too strong for almost anyone, you might be able to enjoy it! A boozy birthday gift!" He takes a shot, then immediately look buzzed.
The strugel opens up a frost-rimed bag of holding and removes massive jar of Keoghtom's Ointment. He opens the jar and dumps out what must be 35 kidneys into a tray, all in various sizes, species, and states of health. They haven't decayed at all. "I didn't know what would work, and he doesn't have any family to take from. At least, not within a week's walk."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
He gets himself a larger bowl, “You might want to be more careful with it than I am, I wouldn’t say we have similar constitutions.” He chuckles, downing another gulp.
He cuts through the child with care until he reaches their kidney, accessing everything he can about it as he carefully begins taking it out of them “Interesting, move those kidneys closer, we may have a proper transplant but we may not. If any of those don’t work, I’ll off my own.”
*Of course, let’s begin with the gays.*
The wood elf turns to them, the bottom half of his face has a pseudo mask, allowing him to show facial expression with hiding the bottom half. He shoots some finger guns at them.
Don is sleeping in the hammock, and has been doing so for a while, snoring just a little bit.
Drac is preparing a wedding venue, looking all around town, and even outside of it, while also shopping for heels to wear with his dress.
Felix nods and clumsily flops over and curls up in Rag's lap. "I thnnk I'm good alreddy..." he slurs.
He pushes the tray closer. "Thank you for this. The kid probably wouldn't have made it. I can cure surface-level diseases, but organs are out of my knowledge range."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
He laughs as he continues to drink, holding them “I think you are too, buddy. Just curl up and enjoy your afternoon.”
“Hmm, this isn’t good.” He begins weeding through the kidneys, “May sure to keep pressure on where I removed the kidney so waste doesn’t get into the body more than it already has. I can purify the waste once I’m done.”