*goodmirning y'all! Hope everyone is doing well ^^*
*Also WOOOOO! PAGE 1000*
*MY FWIEND!!*
*hi hi!!!*
*[HUGS]*
*[UBER HUGS]*
*[gIgGles]*
*:D* *characters:*
Bonnie has somehow found a gun, messing with it on the ground
Ozzy is cutting parts out :3
Rory is enjoying his morning stroll in the mostly calm winter air
Zenix is feeding his raven a piece of bread, his armor pulsing slowly as he sends a message to the Raven Queen
Without warning, a mysterious portal materializes in a vast and unfamiliar desert landscape. The portal's arrival was accompanied by the sound of harsh winds. It blows sand through the doorway and scattered around the portal on the ground serving as a reminder of the disturbance caused by the gateway's opening. Soon after, three individuals appear from the portal.
The first person is draped in layers of vibrant purple, orange, and black cloth that billow in the wind. They wear a mask made of sandstone that obscures their expression, adding to the mysterious aura that surrounds them.
The second person, who is the tallest of the group, has a head resembling that of a jackal. They are adorned in a tunic made of dazzling white linen that contrasts with the dark desert surroundings. A glaive made of forged steel is clutched tightly in one hand, while a belt made of gold dragon hide is wrapped securely around their waist.
The third person is a young girl, aged between 13-15 years old. She is dressed in a long white linen dress that flows with the gentle breeze, paired with a belt crafted from black dragon hide. Her amber skin is adorned with intricate black tattoos, which add to her enigmatic appearance. She ties her black hair in a ponytail, revealing the tattoos on her neck.
A trading cart rolls into town, a youngish looking woman sitting on its roof. As it pulls past the initial turn towards the market place, she scoots forwards and drops onto the cobblestones, offering the unaware cart driver a salute. She appears to be human, around 19-20. She stands at around 5'7" with slightly tanned skin from the sun and black hair pulled back into a braid of sorts. Her eyes are a golden color, looking around the town square for a moment before picking a direction and walking down the street. Her outfit is simple, an armless button up vest covering her torso and simple baggy pants with flats. Standard traveling clothes overall. He arms are littered with scars both old and new, and in her right shoulder is a large tattoo in red ink of a roaring bear. Looped around her belt is a chain, which a pair of brass knuckles hang from
A very wounded half-elf falls infront of their cart.
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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.
He can tell its powerful, its an artifact for sure. Its slightly cursed, hence the purple crack, But he can't tell exactly what it is. Sudah held The uncle's hand and smiled "Momma kept it away in a vault beneath the home we lived in."
Uncle Pastel lowers the brim of his hat again. He seems less jokey now. This seems dangerous. I don't think anyone should have this, let alone those zealots. I'm glad you brought it with you, but I think we'd better keep it wrapped up. It'd probably be best if you kept it, since you know it better than I.
Khemut nods and wraps it back up, placing it in her cloak. Pakmon stands up and places at hand on his sister's shoulder "It is okay Khemut. We will go home and have our land back. They say we are monsters, maybe we are, but we should show them what real monsters are."
Khemut shakes her head, whispering "I do not want violence. There can be peace.." she said and sat down.
Sadeh looks up at The Uncle and clutches his hand again "They were scary.."
I have a friend who can help do both. Uncle Pastel says. He looks serious. The Basilisk has hidden for centuries, but with enough persuasion, I think we might be able to convince him to come out. Okropnosc, the Nightmare King. Persecuted by the gods, he fled to the darkest corners of the earth. I'm sure he could do something to help us.
Sadeh hugs him again and drinks the rest of her hot chocolate. Pakmon is nodding along but Khemut speaks up "But its our mothers... I do not want it to leave my side.." She whispers.
It will not have to. The Basilisk would not take such a precious item. I believe he sees you as monsters. His kindred. I doubt he would do anything to harm you.
Khemut nods solemnly "Okay then.." She whispers. Sadeh smiles childishly and holds up her cup "May I have some more please Uncle?" she asked.
*Yesh! I have the three new characters if you want to rp*
*oooo ok! also can yeh check ur pm?*
Without warning, a mysterious portal materializes in a vast and unfamiliar desert landscape. The portal's arrival was accompanied by the sound of harsh winds. It blows sand through the doorway and scattered around the portal on the ground serving as a reminder of the disturbance caused by the gateway's opening. Soon after, three individuals appear from the portal.
The first person is draped in layers of vibrant purple, orange, and black cloth that billow in the wind. They wear a mask made of sandstone that obscures their expression, adding to the mysterious aura that surrounds them.
The second person, who is the tallest of the group, has a head resembling that of a jackal. They are adorned in a tunic made of dazzling white linen that contrasts with the dark desert surroundings. A glaive made of forged steel is clutched tightly in one hand, while a belt made of gold dragon hide is wrapped securely around their waist.
The third person is a young girl, aged between 13-15 years old. She is dressed in a long white linen dress that flows with the gentle breeze, paired with a belt crafted from black dragon hide. Her amber skin is adorned with intricate black tattoos, which add to her enigmatic appearance. She ties her black hair in a ponytail, revealing the tattoos on her neck.
There is the thick smell of honeysuckle. A young man in all black watches them
Sadeh waves kindly. Khemut says nothing and stares at the ground. Pakmon narrows his gold eyes.
Alix stomps out his cig and crosses his arms
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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.
A trading cart rolls into town, a youngish looking woman sitting on its roof. As it pulls past the initial turn towards the market place, she scoots forwards and drops onto the cobblestones, offering the unaware cart driver a salute. She appears to be human, around 19-20. She stands at around 5'7" with slightly tanned skin from the sun and black hair pulled back into a braid of sorts. Her eyes are a golden color, looking around the town square for a moment before picking a direction and walking down the street. Her outfit is simple, an armless button up vest covering her torso and simple baggy pants with flats. Standard traveling clothes overall. He arms are littered with scars both old and new, and in her right shoulder is a large tattoo in red ink of a roaring bear. Looped around her belt is a chain, which a pair of brass knuckles hang from
A very wounded half-elf falls infront of their cart.
The girl looks down at them curiously, speaking in what is best described as a Scottish accent, "Ya 'right there?" She asks, kneeling down beside them
*Yesh! I have the three new characters if you want to rp*
*oooo ok! also can yeh check ur pm?*
Without warning, a mysterious portal materializes in a vast and unfamiliar desert landscape. The portal's arrival was accompanied by the sound of harsh winds. It blows sand through the doorway and scattered around the portal on the ground serving as a reminder of the disturbance caused by the gateway's opening. Soon after, three individuals appear from the portal.
The first person is draped in layers of vibrant purple, orange, and black cloth that billow in the wind. They wear a mask made of sandstone that obscures their expression, adding to the mysterious aura that surrounds them.
The second person, who is the tallest of the group, has a head resembling that of a jackal. They are adorned in a tunic made of dazzling white linen that contrasts with the dark desert surroundings. A glaive made of forged steel is clutched tightly in one hand, while a belt made of gold dragon hide is wrapped securely around their waist.
The third person is a young girl, aged between 13-15 years old. She is dressed in a long white linen dress that flows with the gentle breeze, paired with a belt crafted from black dragon hide. Her amber skin is adorned with intricate black tattoos, which add to her enigmatic appearance. She ties her black hair in a ponytail, revealing the tattoos on her neck.
There is the thick smell of honeysuckle. A young man in all black watches them
Sadeh waves kindly. Khemut says nothing and stares at the ground. Pakmon narrows his gold eyes.
Alix stomps out his cig and crosses his arms
Pakmon steps forward. His astral self forms beside him, donned in gold and blue dragon hide armor. "Who are you?" he snarls.
A trading cart rolls into town, a youngish looking woman sitting on its roof. As it pulls past the initial turn towards the market place, she scoots forwards and drops onto the cobblestones, offering the unaware cart driver a salute. She appears to be human, around 19-20. She stands at around 5'7" with slightly tanned skin from the sun and black hair pulled back into a braid of sorts. Her eyes are a golden color, looking around the town square for a moment before picking a direction and walking down the street. Her outfit is simple, an armless button up vest covering her torso and simple baggy pants with flats. Standard traveling clothes overall. He arms are littered with scars both old and new, and in her right shoulder is a large tattoo in red ink of a roaring bear. Looped around her belt is a chain, which a pair of brass knuckles hang from
A very wounded half-elf falls infront of their cart.
The girl looks down at them curiously, speaking in what is best described as a Scottish accent, "Ya 'right there?" She asks, kneeling down beside them
He seems to be barely conscious. "Who..?"
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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.
*Yesh! I have the three new characters if you want to rp*
*oooo ok! also can yeh check ur pm?*
Without warning, a mysterious portal materializes in a vast and unfamiliar desert landscape. The portal's arrival was accompanied by the sound of harsh winds. It blows sand through the doorway and scattered around the portal on the ground serving as a reminder of the disturbance caused by the gateway's opening. Soon after, three individuals appear from the portal.
The first person is draped in layers of vibrant purple, orange, and black cloth that billow in the wind. They wear a mask made of sandstone that obscures their expression, adding to the mysterious aura that surrounds them.
The second person, who is the tallest of the group, has a head resembling that of a jackal. They are adorned in a tunic made of dazzling white linen that contrasts with the dark desert surroundings. A glaive made of forged steel is clutched tightly in one hand, while a belt made of gold dragon hide is wrapped securely around their waist.
The third person is a young girl, aged between 13-15 years old. She is dressed in a long white linen dress that flows with the gentle breeze, paired with a belt crafted from black dragon hide. Her amber skin is adorned with intricate black tattoos, which add to her enigmatic appearance. She ties her black hair in a ponytail, revealing the tattoos on her neck.
There is the thick smell of honeysuckle. A young man in all black watches them
Sadeh waves kindly. Khemut says nothing and stares at the ground. Pakmon narrows his gold eyes.
Alix stomps out his cig and crosses his arms
Pakmon steps forward. His astral self forms beside him, donned in gold and blue dragon hide armor. "Who are you?" he snarls.
He clears his throat. "Someone you dont wanna mess with."
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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.
*goodmirning y'all! Hope everyone is doing well ^^*
*Also WOOOOO! PAGE 1000*
*MY FWIEND!!*
*hi hi!!!*
*[HUGS]*
*[UBER HUGS]*
*[gIgGles]*
*:D* *characters:*
Bonnie has somehow found a gun, messing with it on the ground
Ozzy is cutting parts out :3
Rory is enjoying his morning stroll in the mostly calm winter air
Zenix is feeding his raven a piece of bread, his armor pulsing slowly as he sends a message to the Raven Queen
Without warning, a mysterious portal materializes in a vast and unfamiliar desert landscape. The portal's arrival was accompanied by the sound of harsh winds. It blows sand through the doorway and scattered around the portal on the ground serving as a reminder of the disturbance caused by the gateway's opening. Soon after, three individuals appear from the portal.
The first person is draped in layers of vibrant purple, orange, and black cloth that billow in the wind. They wear a mask made of sandstone that obscures their expression, adding to the mysterious aura that surrounds them.
The second person, who is the tallest of the group, has a head resembling that of a jackal. They are adorned in a tunic made of dazzling white linen that contrasts with the dark desert surroundings. A glaive made of forged steel is clutched tightly in one hand, while a belt made of gold dragon hide is wrapped securely around their waist.
The third person is a young girl, aged between 13-15 years old. She is dressed in a long white linen dress that flows with the gentle breeze, paired with a belt crafted from black dragon hide. Her amber skin is adorned with intricate black tattoos, which add to her enigmatic appearance. She ties her black hair in a ponytail, revealing the tattoos on her neck.
*hmmmm, let's go with these:*
Ozzy, wearing a trenchcoat with the collar pulled up around his neck bumps past the masked figure, offering a mumbled apology followed by further disconnected muttering
Bonnie looks at them curiously, grinning as she walks over to the youngest, "Hiya!"
*Yesh! I have the three new characters if you want to rp*
*oooo ok! also can yeh check ur pm?*
Without warning, a mysterious portal materializes in a vast and unfamiliar desert landscape. The portal's arrival was accompanied by the sound of harsh winds. It blows sand through the doorway and scattered around the portal on the ground serving as a reminder of the disturbance caused by the gateway's opening. Soon after, three individuals appear from the portal.
The first person is draped in layers of vibrant purple, orange, and black cloth that billow in the wind. They wear a mask made of sandstone that obscures their expression, adding to the mysterious aura that surrounds them.
The second person, who is the tallest of the group, has a head resembling that of a jackal. They are adorned in a tunic made of dazzling white linen that contrasts with the dark desert surroundings. A glaive made of forged steel is clutched tightly in one hand, while a belt made of gold dragon hide is wrapped securely around their waist.
The third person is a young girl, aged between 13-15 years old. She is dressed in a long white linen dress that flows with the gentle breeze, paired with a belt crafted from black dragon hide. Her amber skin is adorned with intricate black tattoos, which add to her enigmatic appearance. She ties her black hair in a ponytail, revealing the tattoos on her neck.
There is the thick smell of honeysuckle. A young man in all black watches them
Sadeh waves kindly. Khemut says nothing and stares at the ground. Pakmon narrows his gold eyes.
Alix stomps out his cig and crosses his arms
Pakmon steps forward. His astral self forms beside him, donned in gold and blue dragon hide armor. "Who are you?" he snarls.
He clears his throat. "Someone you dont wanna mess with."
"Don't care. Don't come near me or my sisters." He bared sharp rows of teeth.
*goodmirning y'all! Hope everyone is doing well ^^*
*Also WOOOOO! PAGE 1000*
*MY FWIEND!!*
*hi hi!!!*
*[HUGS]*
*[UBER HUGS]*
*[gIgGles]*
*:D* *characters:*
Bonnie has somehow found a gun, messing with it on the ground
Ozzy is cutting parts out :3
Rory is enjoying his morning stroll in the mostly calm winter air
Zenix is feeding his raven a piece of bread, his armor pulsing slowly as he sends a message to the Raven Queen
Without warning, a mysterious portal materializes in a vast and unfamiliar desert landscape. The portal's arrival was accompanied by the sound of harsh winds. It blows sand through the doorway and scattered around the portal on the ground serving as a reminder of the disturbance caused by the gateway's opening. Soon after, three individuals appear from the portal.
The first person is draped in layers of vibrant purple, orange, and black cloth that billow in the wind. They wear a mask made of sandstone that obscures their expression, adding to the mysterious aura that surrounds them.
The second person, who is the tallest of the group, has a head resembling that of a jackal. They are adorned in a tunic made of dazzling white linen that contrasts with the dark desert surroundings. A glaive made of forged steel is clutched tightly in one hand, while a belt made of gold dragon hide is wrapped securely around their waist.
The third person is a young girl, aged between 13-15 years old. She is dressed in a long white linen dress that flows with the gentle breeze, paired with a belt crafted from black dragon hide. Her amber skin is adorned with intricate black tattoos, which add to her enigmatic appearance. She ties her black hair in a ponytail, revealing the tattoos on her neck.
*hmmmm, let's go with these:*
Ozzy, wearing a trenchcoat with the collar pulled up around his neck bumps past the masked figure, offering a mumbled apology followed by further disconnected muttering
Bonnie looks at them curiously, grinning as she walks over to the youngest, "Hiya!"
Khemut nods at him quietly before mumbling "Its quite alright."
Sadeh smiles, beams actually, and walks over "Hi! Im Sadeh!"
A trading cart rolls into town, a youngish looking woman sitting on its roof. As it pulls past the initial turn towards the market place, she scoots forwards and drops onto the cobblestones, offering the unaware cart driver a salute. She appears to be human, around 19-20. She stands at around 5'7" with slightly tanned skin from the sun and black hair pulled back into a braid of sorts. Her eyes are a golden color, looking around the town square for a moment before picking a direction and walking down the street. Her outfit is simple, an armless button up vest covering her torso and simple baggy pants with flats. Standard traveling clothes overall. He arms are littered with scars both old and new, and in her right shoulder is a large tattoo in red ink of a roaring bear. Looped around her belt is a chain, which a pair of brass knuckles hang from
A very wounded half-elf falls infront of their cart.
The girl looks down at them curiously, speaking in what is best described as a Scottish accent, "Ya 'right there?" She asks, kneeling down beside them
He seems to be barely conscious. "Who..?"
"Not that I'm a doctor or anythin, but that stuffs supposed ta stay inside ya." She points at his wounds
A trading cart rolls into town, a youngish looking woman sitting on its roof. As it pulls past the initial turn towards the market place, she scoots forwards and drops onto the cobblestones, offering the unaware cart driver a salute. She appears to be human, around 19-20. She stands at around 5'7" with slightly tanned skin from the sun and black hair pulled back into a braid of sorts. Her eyes are a golden color, looking around the town square for a moment before picking a direction and walking down the street. Her outfit is simple, an armless button up vest covering her torso and simple baggy pants with flats. Standard traveling clothes overall. He arms are littered with scars both old and new, and in her right shoulder is a large tattoo in red ink of a roaring bear. Looped around her belt is a chain, which a pair of brass knuckles hang from
A very wounded half-elf falls infront of their cart.
The girl looks down at them curiously, speaking in what is best described as a Scottish accent, "Ya 'right there?" She asks, kneeling down beside them
He seems to be barely conscious. "Who..?"
"Not that I'm a doctor or anythin, but that stuffs supposed ta stay inside ya." She points at his wounds
"I know.." he mumbles
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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.
*goodmirning y'all! Hope everyone is doing well ^^*
*Also WOOOOO! PAGE 1000*
*MY FWIEND!!*
*hi hi!!!*
*[HUGS]*
*[UBER HUGS]*
*[gIgGles]*
*:D* *characters:*
Bonnie has somehow found a gun, messing with it on the ground
Ozzy is cutting parts out :3
Rory is enjoying his morning stroll in the mostly calm winter air
Zenix is feeding his raven a piece of bread, his armor pulsing slowly as he sends a message to the Raven Queen
Without warning, a mysterious portal materializes in a vast and unfamiliar desert landscape. The portal's arrival was accompanied by the sound of harsh winds. It blows sand through the doorway and scattered around the portal on the ground serving as a reminder of the disturbance caused by the gateway's opening. Soon after, three individuals appear from the portal.
The first person is draped in layers of vibrant purple, orange, and black cloth that billow in the wind. They wear a mask made of sandstone that obscures their expression, adding to the mysterious aura that surrounds them.
The second person, who is the tallest of the group, has a head resembling that of a jackal. They are adorned in a tunic made of dazzling white linen that contrasts with the dark desert surroundings. A glaive made of forged steel is clutched tightly in one hand, while a belt made of gold dragon hide is wrapped securely around their waist.
The third person is a young girl, aged between 13-15 years old. She is dressed in a long white linen dress that flows with the gentle breeze, paired with a belt crafted from black dragon hide. Her amber skin is adorned with intricate black tattoos, which add to her enigmatic appearance. She ties her black hair in a ponytail, revealing the tattoos on her neck.
*hmmmm, let's go with these:*
Ozzy, wearing a trenchcoat with the collar pulled up around his neck bumps past the masked figure, offering a mumbled apology followed by further disconnected muttering
Bonnie looks at them curiously, grinning as she walks over to the youngest, "Hiya!"
Khemut nods at him quietly before mumbling "Its quite alright."
Sadeh smiles, beams actually, and walks over "Hi! Im Sadeh!"
He nods, wandering towards the market place. A slight glow flickers out of his trenchcoat, an odd cyqn color
"I'm Bonnie! Nice to meet you!" She says happily
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"Couldn't hurt, especially if you're homeless" He nods, sipping his new ale
Without warning, a mysterious portal materializes in a vast and unfamiliar desert landscape. The portal's arrival was accompanied by the sound of harsh winds. It blows sand through the doorway and scattered around the portal on the ground serving as a reminder of the disturbance caused by the gateway's opening. Soon after, three individuals appear from the portal.
The first person is draped in layers of vibrant purple, orange, and black cloth that billow in the wind. They wear a mask made of sandstone that obscures their expression, adding to the mysterious aura that surrounds them.
The second person, who is the tallest of the group, has a head resembling that of a jackal. They are adorned in a tunic made of dazzling white linen that contrasts with the dark desert surroundings. A glaive made of forged steel is clutched tightly in one hand, while a belt made of gold dragon hide is wrapped securely around their waist.
The third person is a young girl, aged between 13-15 years old. She is dressed in a long white linen dress that flows with the gentle breeze, paired with a belt crafted from black dragon hide. Her amber skin is adorned with intricate black tattoos, which add to her enigmatic appearance. She ties her black hair in a ponytail, revealing the tattoos on her neck.
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
A very wounded half-elf falls infront of their cart.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Khemut nods solemnly "Okay then.." She whispers. Sadeh smiles childishly and holds up her cup "May I have some more please Uncle?" she asked.
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
*do u need me to re-post wendigo?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Yes please :]*
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
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The girl looks down at them curiously, speaking in what is best described as a Scottish accent, "Ya 'right there?" She asks, kneeling down beside them
Pakmon steps forward. His astral self forms beside him, donned in gold and blue dragon hide armor. "Who are you?" he snarls.
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
He seems to be barely conscious. "Who..?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He clears his throat. "Someone you dont wanna mess with."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*hmmmm, let's go with these:*
Ozzy, wearing a trenchcoat with the collar pulled up around his neck bumps past the masked figure, offering a mumbled apology followed by further disconnected muttering
Bonnie looks at them curiously, grinning as she walks over to the youngest, "Hiya!"
"Don't care. Don't come near me or my sisters." He bared sharp rows of teeth.
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
There is a snapping noise as a form appears behind Alix. *Make a con save*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Khemut nods at him quietly before mumbling "Its quite alright."
Sadeh smiles, beams actually, and walks over "Hi! Im Sadeh!"
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
"Not that I'm a doctor or anythin, but that stuffs supposed ta stay inside ya." She points at his wounds
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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
"I know.." he mumbles
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Fail*
He sees a huge wolf, but only he can see it. It bares its teeth and says with a snarl, "My host can loose control of me and I WILL devour you."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods, wandering towards the market place. A slight glow flickers out of his trenchcoat, an odd cyqn color
"I'm Bonnie! Nice to meet you!" She says happily