*Characters :>. I have no idea if I wanna do new ones or delete old ones or-*
Bonnie is wandering around town alone, a somewhat big back pack on her back
Alec is sitting on a roof, thinking about what happened at the village
Ozzy is buying materials in the market
*EVERYTHING.*
*I don't know what that means, but ok!*
*Also hi lawtence! [Suplex]*
*everyone, my name is now lawtence. i refuse to go by anything else.*
*very well my good lawtence. I have characters here and in lord's rest, wouldst thou enjoy a spot of rp?*
*indeed i would, good sire. I have craved the connection of characters.*
*I shall provide a list here (along with a free intro on the house,) along with a similar deal in the Lord's rest [hauty laugh]*
Alec is sat on a roof, thinking about the village that got attacked.
Ozzy is in his warehouse, blood coating the table infront of him as he 'improves' himself
-intro-
A younger looking green dragonborn women walks into town, a yiung drake perched on her shoulder. Her outfit is simple travelers clothes, though they seem to be stained with paint
A senile old wizard somehow poofs inside and stares at Ozzy before screaming "SPEAK UP!"
Asef, the Thri-Kreen, watches her pass by and wiggles his antenna.
"JESUS SON OF BALDUR-" He falls away from the wizard, aiming a wrench at them, "Where did you come from !?"
The dragonborn smiles, waving to him as she passes, the drake copying the motion like a dog or cat would
"WHO ARE YOU. GET OUTTA MY SHOP." He pulls out a random sword from his robes.
Asef narrows its peepers and tilts its head.
"WHO ARE YOU, GET OUTTA MY SHOP!?" Ozzy responds to the sword by switching from the wrench to his arm that he was working on, the synthetic skin he was testing splitting apart as the arm transforms into a cannon (ala astroboy)
They walk over smiling politely, "Good evening sir."
*I shall provide a list here (along with a free intro on the house,) along with a similar deal in the Lord's rest [hauty laugh]*
Alec is sat on a roof, thinking about the village that got attacked.
Ozzy is in his warehouse, blood coating the table infront of him as he 'improves' himself
-intro-
A younger looking green dragonborn women walks into town, a yiung drake perched on her shoulder. Her outfit is simple travelers clothes, though they seem to be stained with paint
The troopers have already erected a small command base. He can see it in the distance
He seems to think for a moment, before hopping off the roof, walking towards the outpost as he pulls his hood up, feeling the first signs of rain in his skin
*oooh nice atmosphere*
As the rain starts to come down with its full might, spotlight turn on, sweeping the ground. The AT-AT's and AT-ST's lights turn on as well. The troopers turn on their flashlights and continue their patrol.
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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.
Gregor breathes in and out. In and out. The calming energy flows over him, filling him up. He slowly starts to stand as the crows dissipate. There are still many, but not as many as before. He reaches down and picks up his glasses, which fell on the floor. "The fear in me..." He picks up Izazel, gently holding them. "...is more than anything their souls can make. Anyone can be fearless, but it takes a strong heart to be brave. We are brave. Both of us."
Izazel nods and fixes Gregor's glasses for him. "Crows are loud, like a scream." They said and tilted their head before hugging Gregor again "I want to help. Help you."
"Thank ya, kid." He sighs. "I think I might have to stand up to those guys in the fancy white armor. Show em' that they need to stop pushin' us around like that. I understand breakin' and burnin' stuff, but killin' people who done nuthin' wrong... they just don't know what they're doin'. Facin' adversity is how people learn, ya know?"
He seems to be talking as much to himself as Izazel.
Izazel nods and squirms, wanting to be set down. Once he is down, he shifts from foot to foot again, looking up a Gregor. He stares at Gregor's hand for a moment before gently taking it with his wing. He then stares at the scarecrows, gesturing to them.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Characters :>. I have no idea if I wanna do new ones or delete old ones or-*
Bonnie is wandering around town alone, a somewhat big back pack on her back
Alec is sitting on a roof, thinking about what happened at the village
Ozzy is buying materials in the market
*EVERYTHING.*
*I don't know what that means, but ok!*
*Also hi lawtence! [Suplex]*
*everyone, my name is now lawtence. i refuse to go by anything else.*
*very well my good lawtence. I have characters here and in lord's rest, wouldst thou enjoy a spot of rp?*
*indeed i would, good sire. I have craved the connection of characters.*
*I shall provide a list here (along with a free intro on the house,) along with a similar deal in the Lord's rest [hauty laugh]*
Alec is sat on a roof, thinking about the village that got attacked.
Ozzy is in his warehouse, blood coating the table infront of him as he 'improves' himself
-intro-
A younger looking green dragonborn women walks into town, a yiung drake perched on her shoulder. Her outfit is simple travelers clothes, though they seem to be stained with paint
A senile old wizard somehow poofs inside and stares at Ozzy before screaming "SPEAK UP!"
Asef, the Thri-Kreen, watches her pass by and wiggles his antenna.
"JESUS SON OF BALDUR-" He falls away from the wizard, aiming a wrench at them, "Where did you come from !?"
The dragonborn smiles, waving to him as she passes, the drake copying the motion like a dog or cat would
"WHO ARE YOU. GET OUTTA MY SHOP." He pulls out a random sword from his robes.
Asef narrows its peepers and tilts its head.
"WHO ARE YOU, GET OUTTA MY SHOP!?" Ozzy responds to the sword by switching from the wrench to his arm that he was working on, the synthetic skin he was testing splitting apart as the arm transforms into a cannon (ala astroboy)
They walk over smiling politely, "Good evening sir."
"SPEAK UP SON!" He yells again "SPEAK INTO MY GOOD EAR!"
He nods and stares at the drake. "Hello to you two."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"They only know my rage. And it works well, no one has chafed under my rule!"
"IT WAS EASY TO TAKE YOUR MEN WITH A SIMPLE SPELL." He hissed again and wrenched him up by the neck "You are not doing well."
"THEY ARE WEAK MINDED FOOLS!" he roars. There is a hiss as a trooper with red markings on his armor appears. "Sir I..." he takes in the situation
"You got one chance to make him leave before I turn him into ashes to fill a cigarette." He hissed.
"Trooper, i will speak to you later! LEAVE US!" the trooper flinches in fear and hastily leaves
Richard huffs and picks the Inquisitor up again by the neck. "Good man. I don't want to be rude, but you're making this horribly difficult for me." He said
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"They only know my rage. And it works well, no one has chafed under my rule!"
"IT WAS EASY TO TAKE YOUR MEN WITH A SIMPLE SPELL." He hissed again and wrenched him up by the neck "You are not doing well."
"THEY ARE WEAK MINDED FOOLS!" he roars. There is a hiss as a trooper with red markings on his armor appears. "Sir I..." he takes in the situation
"You got one chance to make him leave before I turn him into ashes to fill a cigarette." He hissed.
"Trooper, i will speak to you later! LEAVE US!" the trooper flinches in fear and hastily leaves
Richard huffs and picks the Inquisitor up again by the neck. "Good man. I don't want to be rude, but you're making this horribly difficult for me." He said
"You're trying to take over what i've accomplished!"
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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.
Izazel nods and squirms, wanting to be set down. Once he is down, he shifts from foot to foot again, looking up a Gregor. He stares at Gregor's hand for a moment before gently taking it with his wing. He then stares at the scarecrows, gesturing to them.
Gregor looks down at Izazel. "Not a bad idea." He walks over to his workbench and picks up a book with a wicker cover. He holds out a hand and speaks in sylvan, causing the scarecrows' eyes to burn red. They remove the chains from around their bodies and begin to walk out into the pumpkin patch. There are at least 30 of the cloth, straw, and stick effigies.
He looks back down at the book. He turns to the crows. "Wickerman!" shouts one of the crows. "Wickerman!" "Wickerman!" "Wickerman!" "Make the Wickerman!"
Gregor looks back to the small aarakocra. "Wickerman?" He asks.
Fully Homebrew Campaign, feel free to explore it! (Otherworlds inaccessible) YonStore/Wolf&Rat - Siberius "Sie" Phynxx, Zalanthaar Heavensfield, Keilynn Othraph; Fallout D&D - Zach Koch; Last of Us D&D - Leveth; Town of Agreal - Zalanthaar Heavensfield; Scrap Pile - Æshe; Site-72 - Dr. Elias Shaw; The Electric State - Zachariah; Eris' Fortune - Magi (Maykaa, Mage, Sage); The Nightmare Hold - Keilynn Othraph; Lord's Rest Inn - Lokan'Ahri
*I shall provide a list here (along with a free intro on the house,) along with a similar deal in the Lord's rest [hauty laugh]*
Alec is sat on a roof, thinking about the village that got attacked.
Ozzy is in his warehouse, blood coating the table infront of him as he 'improves' himself
-intro-
A younger looking green dragonborn women walks into town, a yiung drake perched on her shoulder. Her outfit is simple travelers clothes, though they seem to be stained with paint
The troopers have already erected a small command base. He can see it in the distance
He seems to think for a moment, before hopping off the roof, walking towards the outpost as he pulls his hood up, feeling the first signs of rain in his skin
*oooh nice atmosphere*
As the rain starts to come down with its full might, spotlight turn on, sweeping the ground. The AT-AT's and AT-ST's lights turn on as well. The troopers turn on their flashlights and continue their patrol.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I shall provide a list here (along with a free intro on the house,) along with a similar deal in the Lord's rest [hauty laugh]*
Alec is sat on a roof, thinking about the village that got attacked.
Ozzy is in his warehouse, blood coating the table infront of him as he 'improves' himself
-intro-
A younger looking green dragonborn women walks into town, a yiung drake perched on her shoulder. Her outfit is simple travelers clothes, though they seem to be stained with paint
The troopers have already erected a small command base. He can see it in the distance
He seems to think for a moment, before hopping off the roof, walking towards the outpost as he pulls his hood up, feeling the first signs of rain in his skin
*oooh nice atmosphere*
As the rain starts to come down with its full might, spotlight turn on, sweeping the ground. The AT-AT's and AT-ST's lights turn on as well. The troopers turn on their flashlights and continue their patrol.
Alec watches them, looking for an opening in the patrol to sneak in
Izazel nods and squirms, wanting to be set down. Once he is down, he shifts from foot to foot again, looking up a Gregor. He stares at Gregor's hand for a moment before gently taking it with his wing. He then stares at the scarecrows, gesturing to them.
Gregor looks down at Izazel. "Not a bad idea." He walks over to his workbench and picks up a book with a wicker cover. He holds out a hand and speaks in sylvan, causing the scarecrows' eyes to burn red. They remove the chains from around their bodies and begin to walk out into the pumpkin patch. There are at least 30 of the cloth, straw, and stick effigies.
He looks back down at the book. He turns to the crows. "Wickerman!" shouts one of the crows. "Wickerman!" "Wickerman!" "Wickerman!" "Make the Wickerman!"
Gregor looks back to the small aarakocra. "Wickerman?" He asks.
Izazel tilts their head, staying close to Gregor. They cover their earholes with their feathers.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*I shall provide a list here (along with a free intro on the house,) along with a similar deal in the Lord's rest [hauty laugh]*
Alec is sat on a roof, thinking about the village that got attacked.
Ozzy is in his warehouse, blood coating the table infront of him as he 'improves' himself
-intro-
A younger looking green dragonborn women walks into town, a yiung drake perched on her shoulder. Her outfit is simple travelers clothes, though they seem to be stained with paint
The troopers have already erected a small command base. He can see it in the distance
He seems to think for a moment, before hopping off the roof, walking towards the outpost as he pulls his hood up, feeling the first signs of rain in his skin
*oooh nice atmosphere*
As the rain starts to come down with its full might, spotlight turn on, sweeping the ground. The AT-AT's and AT-ST's lights turn on as well. The troopers turn on their flashlights and continue their patrol.
Alec watches them, looking for an opening in the patrol to sneak in
There are some openings but only for a few seconds. *Your gonna need a very good stealth 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 only know my rage. And it works well, no one has chafed under my rule!"
"IT WAS EASY TO TAKE YOUR MEN WITH A SIMPLE SPELL." He hissed again and wrenched him up by the neck "You are not doing well."
"THEY ARE WEAK MINDED FOOLS!" he roars. There is a hiss as a trooper with red markings on his armor appears. "Sir I..." he takes in the situation
"You got one chance to make him leave before I turn him into ashes to fill a cigarette." He hissed.
"Trooper, i will speak to you later! LEAVE US!" the trooper flinches in fear and hastily leaves
Richard huffs and picks the Inquisitor up again by the neck. "Good man. I don't want to be rude, but you're making this horribly difficult for me." He said
"You're trying to take over what i've accomplished!"
"No. I'm trying to help you become better at your job." He hissed.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"They only know my rage. And it works well, no one has chafed under my rule!"
"IT WAS EASY TO TAKE YOUR MEN WITH A SIMPLE SPELL." He hissed again and wrenched him up by the neck "You are not doing well."
"THEY ARE WEAK MINDED FOOLS!" he roars. There is a hiss as a trooper with red markings on his armor appears. "Sir I..." he takes in the situation
"You got one chance to make him leave before I turn him into ashes to fill a cigarette." He hissed.
"Trooper, i will speak to you later! LEAVE US!" the trooper flinches in fear and hastily leaves
Richard huffs and picks the Inquisitor up again by the neck. "Good man. I don't want to be rude, but you're making this horribly difficult for me." He said
"You're trying to take over what i've accomplished!"
"No. I'm trying to help you become better at your job." He hissed.
"Who are you to tell me how to do my work?"
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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.
Izazel nods and squirms, wanting to be set down. Once he is down, he shifts from foot to foot again, looking up a Gregor. He stares at Gregor's hand for a moment before gently taking it with his wing. He then stares at the scarecrows, gesturing to them.
Gregor looks down at Izazel. "Not a bad idea." He walks over to his workbench and picks up a book with a wicker cover. He holds out a hand and speaks in sylvan, causing the scarecrows' eyes to burn red. They remove the chains from around their bodies and begin to walk out into the pumpkin patch. There are at least 30 of the cloth, straw, and stick effigies.
He looks back down at the book. He turns to the crows. "Wickerman!" shouts one of the crows. "Wickerman!" "Wickerman!" "Wickerman!" "Make the Wickerman!"
Gregor looks back to the small aarakocra. "Wickerman?" He asks.
Izazel tilts their head, staying close to Gregor. They cover their earholes with their feathers.
He nods and turns back to the crows. "Wickerman." He says, causing a cheer to erupt from the psychic murder. "I'm gonna be building a giant scarecrow made of fire and sticks. May the gods have mercy on their souls."
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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 only know my rage. And it works well, no one has chafed under my rule!"
"IT WAS EASY TO TAKE YOUR MEN WITH A SIMPLE SPELL." He hissed again and wrenched him up by the neck "You are not doing well."
"THEY ARE WEAK MINDED FOOLS!" he roars. There is a hiss as a trooper with red markings on his armor appears. "Sir I..." he takes in the situation
"You got one chance to make him leave before I turn him into ashes to fill a cigarette." He hissed.
"Trooper, i will speak to you later! LEAVE US!" the trooper flinches in fear and hastily leaves
Richard huffs and picks the Inquisitor up again by the neck. "Good man. I don't want to be rude, but you're making this horribly difficult for me." He said
"You're trying to take over what i've accomplished!"
"No. I'm trying to help you become better at your job." He hissed.
"Who are you to tell me how to do my work?"
"Someone who has actually ruled over people before" He snarled.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"They only know my rage. And it works well, no one has chafed under my rule!"
"IT WAS EASY TO TAKE YOUR MEN WITH A SIMPLE SPELL." He hissed again and wrenched him up by the neck "You are not doing well."
"THEY ARE WEAK MINDED FOOLS!" he roars. There is a hiss as a trooper with red markings on his armor appears. "Sir I..." he takes in the situation
"You got one chance to make him leave before I turn him into ashes to fill a cigarette." He hissed.
"Trooper, i will speak to you later! LEAVE US!" the trooper flinches in fear and hastily leaves
Richard huffs and picks the Inquisitor up again by the neck. "Good man. I don't want to be rude, but you're making this horribly difficult for me." He said
"You're trying to take over what i've accomplished!"
"No. I'm trying to help you become better at your job." He hissed.
"Who are you to tell me how to do my work?"
"Someone who has actually ruled over people before" He snarled.
"They only know my rage. And it works well, no one has chafed under my rule!"
"IT WAS EASY TO TAKE YOUR MEN WITH A SIMPLE SPELL." He hissed again and wrenched him up by the neck "You are not doing well."
"THEY ARE WEAK MINDED FOOLS!" he roars. There is a hiss as a trooper with red markings on his armor appears. "Sir I..." he takes in the situation
"You got one chance to make him leave before I turn him into ashes to fill a cigarette." He hissed.
"Trooper, i will speak to you later! LEAVE US!" the trooper flinches in fear and hastily leaves
Richard huffs and picks the Inquisitor up again by the neck. "Good man. I don't want to be rude, but you're making this horribly difficult for me." He said
"You're trying to take over what i've accomplished!"
"No. I'm trying to help you become better at your job." He hissed.
"Who are you to tell me how to do my work?"
"Someone who has actually ruled over people before" He snarled.
The siths eyes flash yellow for a moment
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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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"WHO ARE YOU, GET OUTTA MY SHOP!?" Ozzy responds to the sword by switching from the wrench to his arm that he was working on, the synthetic skin he was testing splitting apart as the arm transforms into a cannon (ala astroboy)
They walk over smiling politely, "Good evening sir."
*oooh nice atmosphere*
As the rain starts to come down with its full might, spotlight turn on, sweeping the ground. The AT-AT's and AT-ST's lights turn on as well. The troopers turn on their flashlights and continue their patrol.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You got one chance to make him leave before I turn him into ashes to fill a cigarette." He hissed.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Izazel nods and squirms, wanting to be set down. Once he is down, he shifts from foot to foot again, looking up a Gregor. He stares at Gregor's hand for a moment before gently taking it with his wing. He then stares at the scarecrows, gesturing to them.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Trooper, i will speak to you later! LEAVE US!" the trooper flinches in fear and hastily leaves
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"SPEAK UP SON!" He yells again "SPEAK INTO MY GOOD EAR!"
He nods and stares at the drake. "Hello to you two."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Richard huffs and picks the Inquisitor up again by the neck. "Good man. I don't want to be rude, but you're making this horribly difficult for me." He said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"You're trying to take over what i've accomplished!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Gregor looks down at Izazel. "Not a bad idea." He walks over to his workbench and picks up a book with a wicker cover. He holds out a hand and speaks in sylvan, causing the scarecrows' eyes to burn red. They remove the chains from around their bodies and begin to walk out into the pumpkin patch. There are at least 30 of the cloth, straw, and stick effigies.
He looks back down at the book. He turns to the crows. "Wickerman!" shouts one of the crows. "Wickerman!" "Wickerman!" "Wickerman!" "Make the Wickerman!"
Gregor looks back to the small aarakocra. "Wickerman?" He asks.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I'm backk*
Fully Homebrew Campaign, feel free to explore it! (Otherworlds inaccessible)
YonStore/Wolf&Rat - Siberius "Sie" Phynxx, Zalanthaar Heavensfield, Keilynn Othraph; Fallout D&D - Zach Koch; Last of Us D&D - Leveth; Town of Agreal - Zalanthaar Heavensfield; Scrap Pile - Æshe; Site-72 - Dr. Elias Shaw; The Electric State - Zachariah; Eris' Fortune - Magi (Maykaa, Mage, Sage); The Nightmare Hold - Keilynn Othraph; Lord's Rest Inn - Lokan'Ahri
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Alec watches them, looking for an opening in the patrol to sneak in
Izazel tilts their head, staying close to Gregor. They cover their earholes with their feathers.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Yayy!!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
There are some openings but only for a few seconds. *Your gonna need a very good stealth check*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"No. I'm trying to help you become better at your job." He hissed.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Who are you to tell me how to do my work?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods and turns back to the crows. "Wickerman." He says, causing a cheer to erupt from the psychic murder. "I'm gonna be building a giant scarecrow made of fire and sticks. May the gods have mercy on their souls."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Someone who has actually ruled over people before" He snarled.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The siths eyes flash yellow for a moment
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.