There is a sudden spire of flames in the woods. A man wearing padded green armor with swords at his hip looks around.
A young boy in key chain mail armor, a patchwork cloak, and wearing a crown of forks and spoons drops his juggling balls upon seeing the spire of flames and rushes over to see what happened.
The man is dusting ashes off his armor, the boy can only see his eyes through the cowl her wears.
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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.
There is a sudden spire of flames in the woods. A man wearing padded green armor with swords at his hip looks around.
A young boy in key chain mail armor, a patchwork cloak, and wearing a crown of forks and spoons drops his juggling balls upon seeing the spire of flames and rushes over to see what happened.
The man is dusting ashes off his armor, the boy can only see his eyes through the cowl her wears.
"Hello there, did you see that spire of fire? What a light fantastic!"
There is a sudden spire of flames in the woods. A man wearing padded green armor with swords at his hip looks around.
A young boy in key chain mail armor, a patchwork cloak, and wearing a crown of forks and spoons drops his juggling balls upon seeing the spire of flames and rushes over to see what happened.
The man is dusting ashes off his armor, the boy can only see his eyes through the cowl her wears.
"Hello there, did you see that spire of fire? What a light fantastic!"
"I came out of that boy." the man says
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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.
The hag looks up "Iron. She is fey. Bad Iron can cause fey like us to be unable to do anything." She said and tilted her head.
Sadeh looks up at him and whimpers "I don't like feeling this way.."
"Ah... then perhaps we'd better make a deal."
Uncle Pastel sighs audibly. Me neither. I couldn't do anything against those paladins. I hope whoever the Basilisk's friend is will help us again sometime.
"How so?" Yuri asked, tilting her head.
She hugs him and sighs "Are you okay?"
"I won't just give you some more limbs, I'll make you stronger. That way simple iron won't cause so much damage. In trade, you must do me a favor. Something simple and peaceful that you've done a hundred times before, I'm sure."
He hugs her back. No, darling. I'm afraid.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
There is a sudden spire of flames in the woods. A man wearing padded green armor with swords at his hip looks around.
A young boy in key chain mail armor, a patchwork cloak, and wearing a crown of forks and spoons drops his juggling balls upon seeing the spire of flames and rushes over to see what happened.
The man is dusting ashes off his armor, the boy can only see his eyes through the cowl her wears.
"Hello there, did you see that spire of fire? What a light fantastic!"
"I came out of that boy." the man says
"You travel by flame? That explains the ash. What are you doing here?"
There is a sudden spire of flames in the woods. A man wearing padded green armor with swords at his hip looks around.
A young boy in key chain mail armor, a patchwork cloak, and wearing a crown of forks and spoons drops his juggling balls upon seeing the spire of flames and rushes over to see what happened.
The man is dusting ashes off his armor, the boy can only see his eyes through the cowl her wears.
"Hello there, did you see that spire of fire? What a light fantastic!"
"I came out of that boy." the man says
"You travel by flame? That explains the ash. What are you doing here?"
"Bounty hunting." he says, making sure his blades are still intact.
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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.
The hag looks up "Iron. She is fey. Bad Iron can cause fey like us to be unable to do anything." She said and tilted her head.
Sadeh looks up at him and whimpers "I don't like feeling this way.."
"Ah... then perhaps we'd better make a deal."
Uncle Pastel sighs audibly. Me neither. I couldn't do anything against those paladins. I hope whoever the Basilisk's friend is will help us again sometime.
"How so?" Yuri asked, tilting her head.
She hugs him and sighs "Are you okay?"
"I won't just give you some more limbs, I'll make you stronger. That way simple iron won't cause so much damage. In trade, you must do me a favor. Something simple and peaceful that you've done a hundred times before, I'm sure."
He hugs her back. No, darling. I'm afraid.
*I gotta bring back Tidus. That would be fun.*
"I want my limbs please." She said and tilted her limbs "I have no need for false ones or to be stronger.." She said.
She looks up at him and walks over to a table. She picks up a small scrap of paper and a pen. She sketches something quickly before walking back over and handing it him. Its a small sketch of a cat.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"I won't just give you some more limbs, I'll make you stronger. That way simple iron won't cause so much damage. In trade, you must do me a favor. Something simple and peaceful that you've done a hundred times before, I'm sure."
He hugs her back. No, darling. I'm afraid.
*I gotta bring back Tidus. That would be fun.*
"I want my limbs please." She said and tilted her limbs "I have no need for false ones or to be stronger.." She said.
She looks up at him and walks over to a table. She picks up a small scrap of paper and a pen. She sketches something quickly before walking back over and handing it him. Its a small sketch of a cat.
"False limbs? Oh no no no. I said more, not different. Have you ever heard the tales of men with living shadows?"
He takes it. He stares at it for a moment and lets out a small chuckle. He opens a small portal to a dimly lit room with a fridge and places the drawing onto the fridge with a heart-shaped magnet. "I'll cherish it forever."
There is a sudden spire of flames in the woods. A man wearing padded green armor with swords at his hip looks around.
A young boy in key chain mail armor, a patchwork cloak, and wearing a crown of forks and spoons drops his juggling balls upon seeing the spire of flames and rushes over to see what happened.
The man is dusting ashes off his armor, the boy can only see his eyes through the cowl her wears.
"Hello there, did you see that spire of fire? What a light fantastic!"
"I came out of that boy." the man says
"You travel by flame? That explains the ash. What are you doing here?"
"Bounty hunting." he says, making sure his blades are still intact.
"Oh really." the boy pulls a key off his key chain mail shirt and spins it around a finger absent mindedly. "Who is your target?"
*just had a great character idea. no, they're not a CR 20 monster or anything like that, they are literally a level 1 cleric/level 1 warlock, you'll see why soon*
a small male halfling with curly hair walks up, whistling as he fiddles with a small contraption.
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"Come with me, and you'll be. in a world of pure imagination. Take a look, and you'll see, into your imagination. we'll begin, with a spin. traveling in a world of my creation. what we'll see will defy explanation!" ~Willy Wonka, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
their is no light without dark. no calm without storm. no heroes without villains. I, unfortunately am the dark. I am the storm. I. Am. The. Villain (not really considering I'm a forever player and never get the chance to DM)
There is a sudden spire of flames in the woods. A man wearing padded green armor with swords at his hip looks around.
A young boy in key chain mail armor, a patchwork cloak, and wearing a crown of forks and spoons drops his juggling balls upon seeing the spire of flames and rushes over to see what happened.
The man is dusting ashes off his armor, the boy can only see his eyes through the cowl her wears.
"Hello there, did you see that spire of fire? What a light fantastic!"
"I came out of that boy." the man says
"You travel by flame? That explains the ash. What are you doing here?"
"Bounty hunting." he says, making sure his blades are still intact.
"Oh really." the boy pulls a key off his key chain mail shirt and spins it around a finger absent mindedly. "Who is your target?"
"None of your business."
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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.
"I heard and understood all of that. Also thanks."
She chuckles and nods "I know" she grins.
He rolls his eyes and sits down
After a moment, Lore appears from Teleporting. She drops her weapons on the ground and drops besides Theren, looking him over. "How bad is it."
"I dont remember anything"
"Mn.." She sighs and runs her hands over the sides of his head. "Nothing at all?"
He nods.
*brb*
?
She sighs "Do you know me?" she asked.
"I..i think so.. you're vaguely familiar.." his eyes brighten. "wait..Lore?" he is then cut off as a chain wraps around his arm. There is a sickening pop as his shoulder dislocates and he is dragged into the woods
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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.
The hag looks up "Iron. She is fey. Bad Iron can cause fey like us to be unable to do anything." She said and tilted her head.
Sadeh looks up at him and whimpers "I don't like feeling this way.."
"Ah... then perhaps we'd better make a deal."
Uncle Pastel sighs audibly. Me neither. I couldn't do anything against those paladins. I hope whoever the Basilisk's friend is will help us again sometime.
"How so?" Yuri asked, tilting her head.
She hugs him and sighs "Are you okay?"
"I won't just give you some more limbs, I'll make you stronger. That way simple iron won't cause so much damage. In trade, you must do me a favor. Something simple and peaceful that you've done a hundred times before, I'm sure."
He hugs her back. No, darling. I'm afraid.
*I gotta bring back Tidus. That would be fun.*
"I want my limbs please." She said and tilted her limbs "I have no need for false ones or to be stronger.." She said.
She looks up at him and walks over to a table. She picks up a small scrap of paper and a pen. She sketches something quickly before walking back over and handing it him. Its a small sketch of a cat.
"False limbs? Oh no no no. I said more, not different. Have you ever heard the tales of men with living shadows?"
He takes it. He stares at it for a moment and lets out a small chuckle. He opens a small portal to a dimly lit room with a fridge and places the drawing onto the fridge with a heart-shaped magnet. "I'll cherish it forever."
She narrows her eyes before the Hag pipes up, cackling "Men ain't the only ones who have it." She said.
She smiles and hugs him again "Can I ask what your scared of?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
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The man is dusting ashes off his armor, the boy can only see his eyes through the cowl her wears.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Wendigo any interest in continuing from earlier?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Hello there, did you see that spire of fire? What a light fantastic!"
*Course!*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*kk, do u need me to repost?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I came out of that boy." the man says
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I won't just give you some more limbs, I'll make you stronger. That way simple iron won't cause so much damage. In trade, you must do me a favor. Something simple and peaceful that you've done a hundred times before, I'm sure."
He hugs her back. No, darling. I'm afraid.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You travel by flame? That explains the ash. What are you doing here?"
"Bounty hunting." he says, making sure his blades are still intact.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Y e a h*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I gotta bring back Tidus. That would be fun.*
"I want my limbs please." She said and tilted her limbs "I have no need for false ones or to be stronger.." She said.
She looks up at him and walks over to a table. She picks up a small scrap of paper and a pen. She sketches something quickly before walking back over and handing it him. Its a small sketch of a cat.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"False limbs? Oh no no no. I said more, not different. Have you ever heard the tales of men with living shadows?"
He takes it. He stares at it for a moment and lets out a small chuckle. He opens a small portal to a dimly lit room with a fridge and places the drawing onto the fridge with a heart-shaped magnet. "I'll cherish it forever."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh really." the boy pulls a key off his key chain mail shirt and spins it around a finger absent mindedly. "Who is your target?"
She sighs "Do you know me?" she asked.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*just had a great character idea. no, they're not a CR 20 monster or anything like that, they are literally a level 1 cleric/level 1 warlock, you'll see why soon*
a small male halfling with curly hair walks up, whistling as he fiddles with a small contraption.
"Come with me, and you'll be. in a world of pure imagination. Take a look, and you'll see, into your imagination. we'll begin, with a spin. traveling in a world of my creation. what we'll see will defy explanation!" ~Willy Wonka, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
their is no light without dark. no calm without storm. no heroes without villains. I, unfortunately am the dark. I am the storm. I. Am. The. Villain (not really considering I'm a forever player and never get the chance to DM)
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"None of your business."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I..i think so.. you're vaguely familiar.." his eyes brighten. "wait..Lore?" he is then cut off as a chain wraps around his arm. There is a sickening pop as his shoulder dislocates and he is dragged into the woods
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She narrows her eyes before the Hag pipes up, cackling "Men ain't the only ones who have it." She said.
She smiles and hugs him again "Can I ask what your scared of?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*hi there. I never know how to enter the rp here*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose