*welp, finished up their character sheet, so lets do this >:]*
A smaller group of people, seeming refugees, come into town, looking worse for wear than ever. As they wall through town, one of the members towards the back of the group stumbles over their foot, tripping and smacking into the dirt road, weakly attempting to get up before their arms give out. They're dressed in tattered rags, a hood pulled up over their head made of something similar to a burlap sack
Anasta looks over and tilts her head. "Now what is this all about?"
The short figure, likely a kid, curls up on the ground, coughing into their arm as the group leaves then behind, more focused on getting someplace safe
*welp, finished up their character sheet, so lets do this >:]*
A smaller group of people, seeming refugees, come into town, looking worse for wear than ever. As they wall through town, one of the members towards the back of the group stumbles over their foot, tripping and smacking into the dirt road, weakly attempting to get up before their arms give out. They're dressed in tattered rags, a hood pulled up over their head made of something similar to a burlap sack
Spidey lands near them and tries to help them up. "You alright?"
They shake slightly, and from the feel of their arm, haven't eaten in a while, "I-I'm sorry"
"hey, dont worry about it." he says, propping them up
Now able to get a proper look at her, the hooded figure is a young girl, human, with dim blue eyes and short brown hair,
His masks eyes widen a bit. "Are yall being followed by anything thats tryna hurt you guys?"
She shakes her head softly, "I d-don't think so"
"You sure? No evil beings or mercenaries?"
She lets out a small squeak, "M-maybe the second? I'm not sure..."
His eyes narrow as he looks behind where the refugees came. "Stay here, ok?"
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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.
*welp, finished up their character sheet, so lets do this >:]*
A smaller group of people, seeming refugees, come into town, looking worse for wear than ever. As they wall through town, one of the members towards the back of the group stumbles over their foot, tripping and smacking into the dirt road, weakly attempting to get up before their arms give out. They're dressed in tattered rags, a hood pulled up over their head made of something similar to a burlap sack
Anasta looks over and tilts her head. "Now what is this all about?"
The short figure, likely a kid, curls up on the ground, coughing into their arm as the group leaves then behind, more focused on getting someplace safe
*welp, finished up their character sheet, so lets do this >:]*
A smaller group of people, seeming refugees, come into town, looking worse for wear than ever. As they wall through town, one of the members towards the back of the group stumbles over their foot, tripping and smacking into the dirt road, weakly attempting to get up before their arms give out. They're dressed in tattered rags, a hood pulled up over their head made of something similar to a burlap sack
Spidey lands near them and tries to help them up. "You alright?"
They shake slightly, and from the feel of their arm, haven't eaten in a while, "I-I'm sorry"
"hey, dont worry about it." he says, propping them up
Now able to get a proper look at her, the hooded figure is a young girl, human, with dim blue eyes and short brown hair,
His masks eyes widen a bit. "Are yall being followed by anything thats tryna hurt you guys?"
She shakes her head softly, "I d-don't think so"
"You sure? No evil beings or mercenaries?"
She lets out a small squeak, "M-maybe the second? I'm not sure..."
His eyes narrow as he looks behind where the refugees came. "Stay here, ok?"
She nods, tho unsure if he means in the town or in this spot
*welp, finished up their character sheet, so lets do this >:]*
A smaller group of people, seeming refugees, come into town, looking worse for wear than ever. As they wall through town, one of the members towards the back of the group stumbles over their foot, tripping and smacking into the dirt road, weakly attempting to get up before their arms give out. They're dressed in tattered rags, a hood pulled up over their head made of something similar to a burlap sack
Spidey lands near them and tries to help them up. "You alright?"
They shake slightly, and from the feel of their arm, haven't eaten in a while, "I-I'm sorry"
"hey, dont worry about it." he says, propping them up
Now able to get a proper look at her, the hooded figure is a young girl, human, with dim blue eyes and short brown hair,
His masks eyes widen a bit. "Are yall being followed by anything thats tryna hurt you guys?"
She shakes her head softly, "I d-don't think so"
"You sure? No evil beings or mercenaries?"
She lets out a small squeak, "M-maybe the second? I'm not sure..."
His eyes narrow as he looks behind where the refugees came. "Stay here, ok?"
She nods, tho unsure if he means in the town or in this spot
"Stay in the town with your group. Go to the church. i'll find you there." he says, making his way back down the road, looking for anyone following them.
*my brain is going brrrrr with cool spidey quips at mercenaries*
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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.
*welp, finished up their character sheet, so lets do this >:]*
A smaller group of people, seeming refugees, come into town, looking worse for wear than ever. As they wall through town, one of the members towards the back of the group stumbles over their foot, tripping and smacking into the dirt road, weakly attempting to get up before their arms give out. They're dressed in tattered rags, a hood pulled up over their head made of something similar to a burlap sack
Spidey lands near them and tries to help them up. "You alright?"
They shake slightly, and from the feel of their arm, haven't eaten in a while, "I-I'm sorry"
"hey, dont worry about it." he says, propping them up
Now able to get a proper look at her, the hooded figure is a young girl, human, with dim blue eyes and short brown hair,
His masks eyes widen a bit. "Are yall being followed by anything thats tryna hurt you guys?"
She shakes her head softly, "I d-don't think so"
"You sure? No evil beings or mercenaries?"
She lets out a small squeak, "M-maybe the second? I'm not sure..."
His eyes narrow as he looks behind where the refugees came. "Stay here, ok?"
She nods, tho unsure if he means in the town or in this spot
"Stay in the town with your group. Go to the church. i'll find you there." he says, making his way back down the road, looking for anyone following them.
*my brain is going brrrrr with cool spidey quips at mercenaries*
*welp, finished up their character sheet, so lets do this >:]*
A smaller group of people, seeming refugees, come into town, looking worse for wear than ever. As they wall through town, one of the members towards the back of the group stumbles over their foot, tripping and smacking into the dirt road, weakly attempting to get up before their arms give out. They're dressed in tattered rags, a hood pulled up over their head made of something similar to a burlap sack
Anasta looks over and tilts her head. "Now what is this all about?"
The short figure, likely a kid, curls up on the ground, coughing into their arm as the group leaves then behind, more focused on getting someplace safe
*may I jump in?*
*sure*
Alex crouches down next to her "are you alone?"
"U-uhuh." She nos softly, "Th.... the man in a mask said to go to the church."
*welp, finished up their character sheet, so lets do this >:]*
A smaller group of people, seeming refugees, come into town, looking worse for wear than ever. As they wall through town, one of the members towards the back of the group stumbles over their foot, tripping and smacking into the dirt road, weakly attempting to get up before their arms give out. They're dressed in tattered rags, a hood pulled up over their head made of something similar to a burlap sack
Spidey lands near them and tries to help them up. "You alright?"
They shake slightly, and from the feel of their arm, haven't eaten in a while, "I-I'm sorry"
"hey, dont worry about it." he says, propping them up
Now able to get a proper look at her, the hooded figure is a young girl, human, with dim blue eyes and short brown hair,
His masks eyes widen a bit. "Are yall being followed by anything thats tryna hurt you guys?"
She shakes her head softly, "I d-don't think so"
"You sure? No evil beings or mercenaries?"
She lets out a small squeak, "M-maybe the second? I'm not sure..."
His eyes narrow as he looks behind where the refugees came. "Stay here, ok?"
She nods, tho unsure if he means in the town or in this spot
"Stay in the town with your group. Go to the church. i'll find you there." he says, making his way back down the road, looking for anyone following them.
*my brain is going brrrrr with cool spidey quips at mercenaries*
The girl nods, stumbling off into town
*I'll see what I can brew up then :3*
*LETS GOOOO*
Spidey looks down the road, waiting
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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.
Shambler is sitting on the ground outside, enjoying the warm sunlight.
Nothic is happy.
'Hey, ya new here or something?'
“Funny that you should say that. I don’t feel like I’m new here. But I’ve never seen you before, or anyone else here. How’s your day been?”
'Pretty good, made some decent finds in the sewers. How about you?'
“Good. Took me a while to get here. Sort of lost track of time, I suppose. What was that about Orange Juice?”
'Makes sense. I think that guy over there was offering some to his friend. They do serve it here'
“Excellent. I, ah, may just have to partake.”
If a bush could act guilty, this one wears the guiltiest smile you’ve ever seen.
'Everything ok? Liking orange juice isn't a crime. Unless you're an orange shrub. Please tell me you're not an orange shrub'
“Not to worry. I’m a perfectly ordinary shrub. Someone told me that drinking too much Orange Juice could be detrimental to my health. That’s not true, right? I sure hope it isn’t. I’ve drunk a lot of Orange Juice in the past.”
'I don't think it sounds like a problem. Then again, I'm not much of a health expert, I literally live in one of the most health hazardous locations in the city'
*sure*
His eyes narrow as he looks behind where the refugees came. "Stay here, ok?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
'That does sound stressful'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"The gods like to use us to do their bidding."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Alex crouches down next to her "are you alone?"
psychopath ^-^
She nods, tho unsure if he means in the town or in this spot
'So, like quests and stuff? Are you on any now?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Stay in the town with your group. Go to the church. i'll find you there." he says, making his way back down the road, looking for anyone following them.
*my brain is going brrrrr with cool spidey quips at mercenaries*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"yeah. And nah, i havent been on a quest in a long time."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
'That's good. Fighting sucks'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
He nods
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
'At least we both get a break here'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"yep."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The girl nods, stumbling off into town
*I'll see what I can brew up then :3*
'Do you have a job here or something, then?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"U-uhuh." She nos softly, "Th.... the man in a mask said to go to the church."
*LETS GOOOO*
Spidey looks down the road, waiting
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Nah. Fixing festus is my job."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Sewers, right?”
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