A small goblin female with long brown hair styled in buns sits in the grass, surrounded by a Giant Fire Beetle and a Badger, carefully feeding them breakfast while softly humming to herself.
A Lightfoot Halfling Male with short auburn hair is repairing his leather armor, the needle, and thread moving skillfully in his fingers.
The peaceful morning is disrupted by the arrival of a small army of men, believed to be mercenaries and part of the Red Star family. They have set up camp outside of the tavern, their presence casting an ominous shadow over the town. Whispers and rumors spread like wildfire about the missing people from the town, making the atmosphere tense and wary.
Verth Walks around the Large camp and has a large smile on his face, His scratches his Viking like beard as he looks at how the place is build. His trip finally stops as he nears the Entrance of the Camp but stops himself from entering it. He shakes himself, He does a few stretches and places his war-hammer down and begins to think for a second.
A broad-shouldered man walks out of the entrance, looking down at Verth. He is muscular and wears a mask over his face, covering it from view. "Whadda want?" He askes.
Verth looks up at the man, He seems to tilt his head slightly before laughing mightily his voice booming, Before wiping his eyes and looks up at him smiling.
``Never Before Have I met a man taller than myself, You have accomplished a achievement my good man!`` Verth finally clears his throat before looking at the man to answer his question. ``Well I just seem to be passing through my good man.``
"Well I am giving you a gentle suggestion to leave." He nodded "Tis all I am asking."
``Hmm, Mayhaps I will.`` The Man Picks up his war-hammer and walks away waving at the man as he leaves.
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A small goblin female with long brown hair styled in buns sits in the grass, surrounded by a Giant Fire Beetle and a Badger, carefully feeding them breakfast while softly humming to herself.
A Lightfoot Halfling Male with short auburn hair is repairing his leather armor, the needle, and thread moving skillfully in his fingers.
The peaceful morning is disrupted by the arrival of a small army of men, believed to be mercenaries and part of the Red Star family. They have set up camp outside of the tavern, their presence casting an ominous shadow over the town. Whispers and rumors spread like wildfire about the missing people from the town, making the atmosphere tense and wary.
Bonnie peeks at the mercenaries, having managed to find a hooded cloak to help hide her face if needed, watching them from the taverns doorway
One of the Merc's looks over and points at Bonnie. A large man, about 6'5, with broad shoulders and a muscular form, walks over to Bonnie. He kneels down a bit as if to make himself seem less threatening. "Who're you lass?" He askes.
She lets out a small squeak, backs up a little, "I-im Bonnie." She says softly
"Pleasure to meet you." He nods and nods back from whence she came "You may want to return back to inside there. It ain't safe out here for you."
"N-nowhere is safe for me mister." She says softly, looking at her shoes
"And why is that?" He asked, tilting his head to the left.
"Angry p-people seem to follow me e-everywhere." She glances up at them, "Especially s-soldiers."
*Sorry for the slow response. Making a Tabaxi Pirate lol.*
He sighs and sits down in the grass, patting the spot next to him. "What did you do lass?"
*that's a good idea lol. It's fine, I'm slow usually*
She hesitantly sits, bringing her knees to her chest, "I d-dont know. I can't remember doing anything w-wrong"
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
The large galleon slowly approached the docks of the town, its flag at the crow's nest displaying a familiar symbol - twin cat claws on a red background, a warning for anyone who knew what it meant. The ship's front hull was painted in red with two simple words, 'Catskill Raiders', a clear indication of the ship's origin and purpose.
As the ship was secured next to the dock, the bridge lowered with a loud creaking sound. A flamboyantly dressed tabaxi with grey fur walked down it, his every step accompanied by the rhythmic clinking of his golden cube of interlocking pieces that were sitting in his paws. He took a deep breath, savoring the salty smell of the sea air before chuckling and saying, "Home again, home again, jiggity jig."
The tabaxi's eyes scanned the dock, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling port town. The seagulls screeched overhead, the fishermen shouted as they unloaded their catch, and the merchants haggled with their customers. The tabaxi's tail twitched with excitement as he prepared to disembark and explore the town.
A small goblin female with long brown hair styled in buns sits in the grass, surrounded by a Giant Fire Beetle and a Badger, carefully feeding them breakfast while softly humming to herself.
A Lightfoot Halfling Male with short auburn hair is repairing his leather armor, the needle, and thread moving skillfully in his fingers.
The peaceful morning is disrupted by the arrival of a small army of men, believed to be mercenaries and part of the Red Star family. They have set up camp outside of the tavern, their presence casting an ominous shadow over the town. Whispers and rumors spread like wildfire about the missing people from the town, making the atmosphere tense and wary.
Bonnie peeks at the mercenaries, having managed to find a hooded cloak to help hide her face if needed, watching them from the taverns doorway
One of the Merc's looks over and points at Bonnie. A large man, about 6'5, with broad shoulders and a muscular form, walks over to Bonnie. He kneels down a bit as if to make himself seem less threatening. "Who're you lass?" He askes.
She lets out a small squeak, backs up a little, "I-im Bonnie." She says softly
"Pleasure to meet you." He nods and nods back from whence she came "You may want to return back to inside there. It ain't safe out here for you."
"N-nowhere is safe for me mister." She says softly, looking at her shoes
"And why is that?" He asked, tilting his head to the left.
"Angry p-people seem to follow me e-everywhere." She glances up at them, "Especially s-soldiers."
*Sorry for the slow response. Making a Tabaxi Pirate lol.*
He sighs and sits down in the grass, patting the spot next to him. "What did you do lass?"
*that's a good idea lol. It's fine, I'm slow usually*
She hesitantly sits, bringing her knees to her chest, "I d-dont know. I can't remember doing anything w-wrong"
"That usually happens, lass." He said and nodded "I'm seen as a bad guy but what I do isn't bad. People just dislike the idea that some people have to die."
The large galleon slowly approached the docks of the town, its flag at the crow's nest displaying a familiar symbol - twin cat claws on a red background, a warning for anyone who knew what it meant. The ship's front hull was painted in red with two simple words, 'Catskill Raiders', a clear indication of the ship's origin and purpose.
As the ship was secured next to the dock, the bridge lowered with a loud creaking sound. A flamboyantly dressed tabaxi with grey fur walked down it, his every step accompanied by the rhythmic clinking of his golden cube of interlocking pieces that were sitting in his paws. He took a deep breath, savoring the salty smell of the sea air before chuckling and saying, "Home again, home again, jiggity jig."
The tabaxi's eyes scanned the dock, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling port town. The seagulls screeched overhead, the fishermen shouted as they unloaded their catch, and the merchants haggled with their customers. The tabaxi's tail twitched with excitement as he prepared to disembark and explore the town.
*cat pirate :0*
Krok, who is in the nearby market, watches the ship pull in and the tabaxi disembark, curiously watching them
The large galleon slowly approached the docks of the town, its flag at the crow's nest displaying a familiar symbol - twin cat claws on a red background, a warning for anyone who knew what it meant. The ship's front hull was painted in red with two simple words, 'Catskill Raiders', a clear indication of the ship's origin and purpose.
As the ship was secured next to the dock, the bridge lowered with a loud creaking sound. A flamboyantly dressed tabaxi with grey fur walked down it, his every step accompanied by the rhythmic clinking of his golden cube of interlocking pieces that were sitting in his paws. He took a deep breath, savoring the salty smell of the sea air before chuckling and saying, "Home again, home again, jiggity jig."
The tabaxi's eyes scanned the dock, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling port town. The seagulls screeched overhead, the fishermen shouted as they unloaded their catch, and the merchants haggled with their customers. The tabaxi's tail twitched with excitement as he prepared to disembark and explore the town.
*cat pirate :0*
Krok, who is in the nearby market, watches the ship pull in and the tabaxi disembark, curiously watching them
The tabaxi gives Krok a sweeping bow and smiles "Good day to you fair gent!"
A small goblin female with long brown hair styled in buns sits in the grass, surrounded by a Giant Fire Beetle and a Badger, carefully feeding them breakfast while softly humming to herself.
A Lightfoot Halfling Male with short auburn hair is repairing his leather armor, the needle, and thread moving skillfully in his fingers.
The peaceful morning is disrupted by the arrival of a small army of men, believed to be mercenaries and part of the Red Star family. They have set up camp outside of the tavern, their presence casting an ominous shadow over the town. Whispers and rumors spread like wildfire about the missing people from the town, making the atmosphere tense and wary.
Bonnie peeks at the mercenaries, having managed to find a hooded cloak to help hide her face if needed, watching them from the taverns doorway
One of the Merc's looks over and points at Bonnie. A large man, about 6'5, with broad shoulders and a muscular form, walks over to Bonnie. He kneels down a bit as if to make himself seem less threatening. "Who're you lass?" He askes.
She lets out a small squeak, backs up a little, "I-im Bonnie." She says softly
"Pleasure to meet you." He nods and nods back from whence she came "You may want to return back to inside there. It ain't safe out here for you."
"N-nowhere is safe for me mister." She says softly, looking at her shoes
"And why is that?" He asked, tilting his head to the left.
"Angry p-people seem to follow me e-everywhere." She glances up at them, "Especially s-soldiers."
*Sorry for the slow response. Making a Tabaxi Pirate lol.*
He sighs and sits down in the grass, patting the spot next to him. "What did you do lass?"
*that's a good idea lol. It's fine, I'm slow usually*
She hesitantly sits, bringing her knees to her chest, "I d-dont know. I can't remember doing anything w-wrong"
"That usually happens, lass." He said and nodded "I'm seen as a bad guy but what I do isn't bad. People just dislike the idea that some people have to die."
"I can understand why... to want to take a life..." She sighs, "I-its a little hard to imagine me i-in your situation."
The large galleon slowly approached the docks of the town, its flag at the crow's nest displaying a familiar symbol - twin cat claws on a red background, a warning for anyone who knew what it meant. The ship's front hull was painted in red with two simple words, 'Catskill Raiders', a clear indication of the ship's origin and purpose.
As the ship was secured next to the dock, the bridge lowered with a loud creaking sound. A flamboyantly dressed tabaxi with grey fur walked down it, his every step accompanied by the rhythmic clinking of his golden cube of interlocking pieces that were sitting in his paws. He took a deep breath, savoring the salty smell of the sea air before chuckling and saying, "Home again, home again, jiggity jig."
The tabaxi's eyes scanned the dock, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling port town. The seagulls screeched overhead, the fishermen shouted as they unloaded their catch, and the merchants haggled with their customers. The tabaxi's tail twitched with excitement as he prepared to disembark and explore the town.
*cat pirate :0*
Krok, who is in the nearby market, watches the ship pull in and the tabaxi disembark, curiously watching them
The tabaxi gives Krok a sweeping bow and smiles "Good day to you fair gent!"
Krok gives a toothy grin, "And one back to you fellow traveler."
The large galleon slowly approached the docks of the town, its flag at the crow's nest displaying a familiar symbol - twin cat claws on a red background, a warning for anyone who knew what it meant. The ship's front hull was painted in red with two simple words, 'Catskill Raiders', a clear indication of the ship's origin and purpose.
As the ship was secured next to the dock, the bridge lowered with a loud creaking sound. A flamboyantly dressed tabaxi with grey fur walked down it, his every step accompanied by the rhythmic clinking of his golden cube of interlocking pieces that were sitting in his paws. He took a deep breath, savoring the salty smell of the sea air before chuckling and saying, "Home again, home again, jiggity jig."
The tabaxi's eyes scanned the dock, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling port town. The seagulls screeched overhead, the fishermen shouted as they unloaded their catch, and the merchants haggled with their customers. The tabaxi's tail twitched with excitement as he prepared to disembark and explore the town.
*cat pirate :0*
Krok, who is in the nearby market, watches the ship pull in and the tabaxi disembark, curiously watching them
The tabaxi gives Krok a sweeping bow and smiles "Good day to you fair gent!"
Krok gives a toothy grin, "And one back to you fellow traveler."
"The name is Two-Tails Kidd but you can call me Captain Kidd." He said and twitched his whiskers playfully.
A small goblin female with long brown hair styled in buns sits in the grass, surrounded by a Giant Fire Beetle and a Badger, carefully feeding them breakfast while softly humming to herself.
A Lightfoot Halfling Male with short auburn hair is repairing his leather armor, the needle, and thread moving skillfully in his fingers.
The peaceful morning is disrupted by the arrival of a small army of men, believed to be mercenaries and part of the Red Star family. They have set up camp outside of the tavern, their presence casting an ominous shadow over the town. Whispers and rumors spread like wildfire about the missing people from the town, making the atmosphere tense and wary.
Bonnie peeks at the mercenaries, having managed to find a hooded cloak to help hide her face if needed, watching them from the taverns doorway
One of the Merc's looks over and points at Bonnie. A large man, about 6'5, with broad shoulders and a muscular form, walks over to Bonnie. He kneels down a bit as if to make himself seem less threatening. "Who're you lass?" He askes.
She lets out a small squeak, backs up a little, "I-im Bonnie." She says softly
"Pleasure to meet you." He nods and nods back from whence she came "You may want to return back to inside there. It ain't safe out here for you."
"N-nowhere is safe for me mister." She says softly, looking at her shoes
"And why is that?" He asked, tilting his head to the left.
"Angry p-people seem to follow me e-everywhere." She glances up at them, "Especially s-soldiers."
*Sorry for the slow response. Making a Tabaxi Pirate lol.*
He sighs and sits down in the grass, patting the spot next to him. "What did you do lass?"
*that's a good idea lol. It's fine, I'm slow usually*
She hesitantly sits, bringing her knees to her chest, "I d-dont know. I can't remember doing anything w-wrong"
"That usually happens, lass." He said and nodded "I'm seen as a bad guy but what I do isn't bad. People just dislike the idea that some people have to die."
"I can understand why... to want to take a life..." She sighs, "I-its a little hard to imagine me i-in your situation."
"It's okay. I'm just saying, this place where you find yourself now, is not a good one." He says quietly "you should get going."
``Hmm, Mayhaps I will.`` The Man Picks up his war-hammer and walks away waving at the man as he leaves.
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*that's a good idea lol. It's fine, I'm slow usually*
She hesitantly sits, bringing her knees to her chest, "I d-dont know. I can't remember doing anything w-wrong"
(hello)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
*welp, other characters since wendigo seems offline*
Krok is looking through the market, picking up some supplies
(Imma have to retire Thimble for a bit since my school blocked the stuff I was using to play them)
Rory is repairing his blindfold, a temporary one covering his eyes
Ozzy is in the workshop, door ajar as the sound of machines wiring and ticking cones from the building
*welp, other characters since wendigo seems offline*
Krok is looking through the market, picking up some supplies
(Imma have to retire Thimble for a bit since my school blocked the stuff I was using to play them)
Rory is repairing his blindfold, a temporary one covering his eyes
Ozzy is in the workshop, door ajar as the sound of machines wiring and ticking cones from the building
Mr. Black is grinding up... something. It looks like a bunch of small fish.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'What ya doing?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The large galleon slowly approached the docks of the town, its flag at the crow's nest displaying a familiar symbol - twin cat claws on a red background, a warning for anyone who knew what it meant. The ship's front hull was painted in red with two simple words, 'Catskill Raiders', a clear indication of the ship's origin and purpose.
As the ship was secured next to the dock, the bridge lowered with a loud creaking sound. A flamboyantly dressed tabaxi with grey fur walked down it, his every step accompanied by the rhythmic clinking of his golden cube of interlocking pieces that were sitting in his paws. He took a deep breath, savoring the salty smell of the sea air before chuckling and saying, "Home again, home again, jiggity jig."
The tabaxi's eyes scanned the dock, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling port town. The seagulls screeched overhead, the fishermen shouted as they unloaded their catch, and the merchants haggled with their customers. The tabaxi's tail twitched with excitement as he prepared to disembark and explore the town.
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
"That usually happens, lass." He said and nodded "I'm seen as a bad guy but what I do isn't bad. People just dislike the idea that some people have to die."
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
*cat pirate :0*
Krok, who is in the nearby market, watches the ship pull in and the tabaxi disembark, curiously watching them
The tabaxi gives Krok a sweeping bow and smiles "Good day to you fair gent!"
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
* yo*
Theren is making arrows.
Phoenix is reading
-thinking of an intro-
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I can understand why... to want to take a life..." She sighs, "I-its a little hard to imagine me i-in your situation."
Krok gives a toothy grin, "And one back to you fellow traveler."
Jack is returning from the College, reading student papers and grading them.
Lore is trying her hand in polymorphing into different races.
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
"The name is Two-Tails Kidd but you can call me Captain Kidd." He said and twitched his whiskers playfully.
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
"It's okay. I'm just saying, this place where you find yourself now, is not a good one." He says quietly "you should get going."
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
(Would you say theren is decently in the forest or in town?)
*pm?*
Phoenix hugs him from behind
Theren looks up, confused.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*more in the town but whatever you wanna use for rp i can work around it :) *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.