"A great deal of the moral in Greek mythology is revealing one's true self. Patroclus went into battle, dressed like Achilles. It even tricked Apollo." Jack explained.
She raised an eyebrow and chuckled "I doubt that."
"Wow. Tricking a god..."
"Whys that?" he says, crossing his arms
"Indeed. You can imagine the sorrow that Achilles felt after his friend was dead." He said and closed the book.
"You used to be a bard right? You got to have some of that still in you?"
*pm?*
"yeah, it had to be heartbreaking."
"Key word, used to. I only really played music." he says
Jack nods and sips his tea.
"You never danced to the music you created?"
Phoenix fidgets with his knife.
"Nope." Deception: -2
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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.
Jack closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again. They were pure white and glowed a bit. "Fifth shelf, third to last on the right." He said and smiled.
Lore chuckles and gently picks up sheela and pavo like they were kittens and places them on her back. "Tell me little one's. What are you to doing so far from a home?"
Zen is a little surprised, but keeps it to himself. "Thanks."
*How big lore lmao, Pavo is child but Sheela fox dragon be size of croc*
He nods and smiles. "Hope you enjoy it."
*Giant Elk are... 8 ft tall I believe.*
He takes it, and sits down. "You read it then?"
*tall*
Pavo laughs, and Sheela lets out a happy roar, her white scales sparkling. "We're, um, tavaling." Pavo answers.
"Mhm. I've read... all these books, now that I think about it." He says with a chuckle.
"Hm." Lore says and tilts her head "Where to?"
"I-impressive." Zen doesn't like to be outdone. "I might have to give them a go then."
"Away from the east. Its nice here, and Sheela needs a rest."
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
The heavy wooden door of the tavern creaked open, announcing the arrival of a mysterious figure. The man who walked in was dressed entirely in black, his silver and black hair neatly combed, and his salt and pepper stubble adding to the ruggedness of his appearance. His piercing dark brown eyes almost looked black, and his strong jawline gave him an air of confidence. He was adorned in a black trench coat that reached his ankles, dark leather armor that hugged his muscular frame, black breeches, and combat boots that seemed to have seen their fair share of battles. He carried a hunting rifle slung over his shoulder and dual automatic pistols in thigh holsters.
Phoenix fidgets with his knife.
"Nope." Deception: -2
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*ooo, tell*
psychopath ^-^
"thats, ah, complicated."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I-impressive." Zen doesn't like to be outdone. "I might have to give them a go then."
"Away from the east. Its nice here, and Sheela needs a rest."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
There is a carving in one of the trees
psychopath ^-^
"I'll grab you one!" She rushes off, and then comes back with a donut on a paper napkin.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*YAY :D*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
He examines it
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Thank you"
psychopath ^-^
"You wish to talk about it? I can drop it if not."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"No worries!"
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"imma demigod."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*might vaish for a bit but ill be back*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"what is your name?
psychopath ^-^
"Your purpose here?" His hand creeps towards his sword.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*All good*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"Oh, I'm juliet." She smiles. "And you?"
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
The heavy wooden door of the tavern creaked open, announcing the arrival of a mysterious figure. The man who walked in was dressed entirely in black, his silver and black hair neatly combed, and his salt and pepper stubble adding to the ruggedness of his appearance. His piercing dark brown eyes almost looked black, and his strong jawline gave him an air of confidence. He was adorned in a black trench coat that reached his ankles, dark leather armor that hugged his muscular frame, black breeches, and combat boots that seemed to have seen their fair share of battles. He carried a hunting rifle slung over his shoulder and dual automatic pistols in thigh holsters.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
'Yeah, it really is! Being with friends is much more fun'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
it's an E with an arrow pointing towards the fire
psychopath ^-^