Theren is sitting on the roof of the tavern. He is wearing a black turtleneck sweater, blue jeans, and black combat boots. Despite the warmth he is shivering.
Echo hands him a cup of tea to warm his hands with
Theren is sitting on the roof of the tavern. He is wearing a black turtleneck sweater, blue jeans, and black combat boots. Despite the warmth he is shivering.
Echo hands him a cup of tea to warm his hands with
He takes it with a smile of thanks
"you're welcome."
He closes his eyes slightly
"wuts up"
"Just tired."
Echo tries 2 c if there's more goin on
Perception check
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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.
They see someone in the mist. Not in the mist, per se, but reflected in it. Represented. A man, facing away, wearing layers of fabric and a pointed hat. He turns a bit to a cacophony of jingling dog tags, revealing his odd, elephantine respirator. His breathing is loud, yet muffled. Strained and ancient.
She stands there and folds her hands in front of her. "Hello.." She says quietly.
"Just a step closer, Darling." The voice is the exact same as that of the fly, just deeper and breathier. Distorted from his mask. Silhouettes of crosses with barbed wire strung between them appear behind him. He's standing in front of a low table in a trench, holding a beverage press in one hand.
Allison does so, but just barely. She seems a bit more frightened. She keeps glancing around, looking at the silhouettes. She remains quiet.
Suddenly, she is standing in the trench with him. This is not how the spell normally goes. He turns around fully, holding a teacup of coffee and offering it to her. The fly buzzes over to his shoulder, landing into hundreds of identical flies. The Taker seems a lot bigger now. Too big for the trench, really. Even sitting down, his upper half goes well over the lip of the hole. Whatever war was going on here, it is long over, and one gets the feeling that it might be the Taker's fault. "Excellent job," He says, addressing the fly. "Now, just what sort of miracle are you after?"
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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.
They see someone in the mist. Not in the mist, per se, but reflected in it. Represented. A man, facing away, wearing layers of fabric and a pointed hat. He turns a bit to a cacophony of jingling dog tags, revealing his odd, elephantine respirator. His breathing is loud, yet muffled. Strained and ancient.
She stands there and folds her hands in front of her. "Hello.." She says quietly.
"Just a step closer, Darling." The voice is the exact same as that of the fly, just deeper and breathier. Distorted from his mask. Silhouettes of crosses with barbed wire strung between them appear behind him. He's standing in front of a low table in a trench, holding a beverage press in one hand.
Allison does so, but just barely. She seems a bit more frightened. She keeps glancing around, looking at the silhouettes. She remains quiet.
Suddenly, she is standing in the trench with him. This is not how the spell normally goes. He turns around fully, holding a teacup of coffee and offering it to her. The fly buzzes over to his shoulder, landing into hundreds of identical flies. The Taker seems a lot bigger now. Too big for the trench, really. Even sitting down, his upper half goes well over the lip of the hole. Whatever war was going on here, it is long over, and one gets the feeling that it might be the Taker's fault. "Excellent job," He says, addressing the fly. "Now, just what sort of miracle are you after?"
"Miracle?" She said, taking the cup but she did not drink from it. "I am after no miracle."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Theren is sitting on the roof of the tavern. He is wearing a black turtleneck sweater, blue jeans, and black combat boots. Despite the warmth he is shivering.
Echo hands him a cup of tea to warm his hands with
Allison does so, but just barely. She seems a bit more frightened. She keeps glancing around, looking at the silhouettes. She remains quiet.
Suddenly, she is standing in the trench with him. This is not how the spell normally goes. He turns around fully, holding a teacup of coffee and offering it to her. The fly buzzes over to his shoulder, landing into hundreds of identical flies. The Taker seems a lot bigger now. Too big for the trench, really. Even sitting down, his upper half goes well over the lip of the hole. Whatever war was going on here, it is long over, and one gets the feeling that it might be the Taker's fault. "Excellent job," He says, addressing the fly. "Now, just what sort of miracle are you after?"
"Miracle?" She said, taking the cup but she did not drink from it. "I am after no miracle."
"Ah, are you not? Wouldn't it take a miracle to ease your pain? To lift your spirits once more? Surely, you must have something you want."
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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.
Theren is sitting on the roof of the tavern. He is wearing a black turtleneck sweater, blue jeans, and black combat boots. Despite the warmth he is shivering.
Echo hands him a cup of tea to warm his hands with
He takes it with a smile of thanks
"you're welcome."
He closes his eyes slightly
"wuts up"
"Just tired."
Echo tries 2 c if there's more goin on
Perception check
17
He notices that his sleeves are rather far down 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.
Allison does so, but just barely. She seems a bit more frightened. She keeps glancing around, looking at the silhouettes. She remains quiet.
Suddenly, she is standing in the trench with him. This is not how the spell normally goes. He turns around fully, holding a teacup of coffee and offering it to her. The fly buzzes over to his shoulder, landing into hundreds of identical flies. The Taker seems a lot bigger now. Too big for the trench, really. Even sitting down, his upper half goes well over the lip of the hole. Whatever war was going on here, it is long over, and one gets the feeling that it might be the Taker's fault. "Excellent job," He says, addressing the fly. "Now, just what sort of miracle are you after?"
"Miracle?" She said, taking the cup but she did not drink from it. "I am after no miracle."
"Ah, are you not? Wouldn't it take a miracle to ease your pain? To lift your spirits once more? Surely, you must have something you want."
"I seek nothing." She said, sipping from the cup she was given. "I thank you for your offer, you are a kind thing."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Theren is sitting on the roof of the tavern. He is wearing a black turtleneck sweater, blue jeans, and black combat boots. Despite the warmth he is shivering.
Echo hands him a cup of tea to warm his hands with
He takes it with a smile of thanks
"you're welcome."
He closes his eyes slightly
"wuts up"
"Just tired."
Echo tries 2 c if there's more goin on
Perception check
17
He notices that his sleeves are rather far down his arms
Theren is sitting on the roof of the tavern. He is wearing a black turtleneck sweater, blue jeans, and black combat boots. Despite the warmth he is shivering.
Echo hands him a cup of tea to warm his hands with
He takes it with a smile of thanks
"you're welcome."
He closes his eyes slightly
"wuts up"
"Just tired."
Echo tries 2 c if there's more goin on
Perception check
17
He notices that his sleeves are rather far down his arms
they try 2 pull 1 of da sleeves up
Theren moves away from them
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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.
Theren is sitting on the roof of the tavern. He is wearing a black turtleneck sweater, blue jeans, and black combat boots. Despite the warmth he is shivering.
Echo hands him a cup of tea to warm his hands with
He takes it with a smile of thanks
"you're welcome."
He closes his eyes slightly
"wuts up"
"Just tired."
Echo tries 2 c if there's more goin on
Perception check
17
He notices that his sleeves are rather far down his arms
She immediately jumps out of the trash can "I was going to clean up after I swear!"
A young man, about 26 or 27, is smiling at them. He has worn brown boots, a white shirt with an old brown jacket over it, and black pants. He has a cheery smile on his face. His hair is blonde and messy and he has light brown eyes. Over his back is a lute that seems to be in great condition. "Hello. Are you alright?"
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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.
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Echo tries 2 c if there's more goin on
psychopath ^-^
Perception check
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Xan huffs and pats his head "Let me talk to him alright?"
"Adorable." Mikey says. Brava snarls "I could use from help here!!". Mikey chuckles and walks back over to help his teammate.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Suddenly, she is standing in the trench with him. This is not how the spell normally goes. He turns around fully, holding a teacup of coffee and offering it to her. The fly buzzes over to his shoulder, landing into hundreds of identical flies. The Taker seems a lot bigger now. Too big for the trench, really. Even sitting down, his upper half goes well over the lip of the hole. Whatever war was going on here, it is long over, and one gets the feeling that it might be the Taker's fault. "Excellent job," He says, addressing the fly. "Now, just what sort of miracle are you after?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"It wont work..."
Lance smiles and puts the cub back in the depths of his case.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Miracle?" She said, taking the cup but she did not drink from it. "I am after no miracle."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"May I ask why?" He asked and tilted his head.
(I don't know what to do :.[)
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Hes not reasonable.."
*Chaos time then :D *
Lance lets out a curse as the case flies out of his lap. A claw slowly emerges from the case as a huge ancient red dragon claws its way out.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
10
psychopath ^-^
"Ah, are you not? Wouldn't it take a miracle to ease your pain? To lift your spirits once more? Surely, you must have something you want."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He notices that his sleeves are rather far down his arms
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Ember is watching kids play with a look of envy
Alloy is digging through trash
Bonsai is wandering around, completely lost.
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
"I seek nothing." She said, sipping from the cup she was given. "I thank you for your offer, you are a kind thing."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
There is a light tap on their shoulder
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
they try 2 pull 1 of da sleeves up
psychopath ^-^
She immediately jumps out of the trash can "I was going to clean up after I swear!"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
Theren moves away from them
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"wuts goin on?"
psychopath ^-^
*u open wedigo?*
psychopath ^-^
A young man, about 26 or 27, is smiling at them. He has worn brown boots, a white shirt with an old brown jacket over it, and black pants. He has a cheery smile on his face. His hair is blonde and messy and he has light brown eyes. Over his back is a lute that seems to be in great condition. "Hello. Are you alright?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.