Richard is walking around the Trooper base, examining everything.
Izazel is on the farm, most likely near Gregor. They are playing in the dirt with the bugs and worms.
Donn is silently fuming after hearing some of his forest was destroyed to make room for the base. He is examining base while invisible at the moment, trying to find weak spots.
*WENDIGO! I sent yeh a pm with an idea i had*
Some troopers are patrolling around the outer walls
*Okie dokie!*
Donn is tempted to spear them with his pitchfork but refrains from doing so.
The troopers laugh about something in the woods
Donn follows after, taking the form of a small blackbird that jumps from branch to branch.
They get knocked out but other troopers notice. "HEY!"
The trooper removes his helmet, showing the smiling face of Droidbait
Alec curses under his breath, grabbing the troopers blaster and firing at one of the troopers, 14
She gasps softly, before practically tackling the clone as she hugs him
It barley misses as the troopers fire back 15
The clone hugs her tightly. BD-5 bwooping happily
Alec ducks down behind some cover, realizing that he doesn't really want to kill them despite the blaster and simply throwing the blaster at a trooper: 27
She squeezes hard as she can, very happy to see her friend
The trooper falls, dazed as stun bolts fly at him. 15
"Hey kiddo! I'm happy to see ya too but you're crushin me!"
He ducks back behind the cover, the bolts missing him as he trying to think of a better plan than just running at the troopers
"I missed you!" She says happily, but lessens the crushing
The troopers start to close in
"Missed you too."
He lets out a breath, racking his brain before his hand moves to his charm, shifting the position of a couple pieces, "God I hope this works-"
She is beaming, looking up at him, "I didn't expect you to be back so soon!"
The troopers start blasting 18
"Me neither kid.."
He pulls up his hood and bolts out into the fray, blasts deflecting off something under his coat
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
A short blindfolded girl hops onto the wall next to her
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Richard was seated in the Sith's chair once again. He had donned a black dress shirt that hugged his broad shoulders, a gold-colored tie that complemented his glowing eyes, and a white suit jacket with golden lapels. He appeared to be lost in deep contemplation, gazing up at the intricate ceiling above him. It was clear that he was deep in thought, perhaps pondering the events that had led him to that moment, or maybe strategizing his next move.
Izazel is exploring the woods when he comes across a stick lying on the ground. Picking it up, he begins to use it as a drawing tool, sketching designs and shapes in the dirt around him. Engrossed in his creative world, Izazel spends several minutes lost in thought, focusing on his artwork and the beauty of nature surrounding him.
Donn's fury is palpable as he stands on a hill, overseeing the destruction he has wrought upon a village on the outskirts. The air is thick with smoke from the magical flames that have engulfed the buildings and homes, reducing them to rubble. His eyes, glowing with an otherworldly light, are narrowed in anger and satisfaction at the chaos he has caused.
The troopers are doing their rounds, patrolling with AT-ST's. AT-AT's wait in their docs, the pilots sitting inside.
Lance is sitting in the woods, cradling a severely burned owlbears head.
-new character-
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
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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 troopers are doing their rounds, patrolling with AT-ST's. AT-AT's wait in their docs, the pilots sitting inside.
Lance is sitting in the woods, cradling a severely burned owlbears head.
-new character-
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
The troopers are doing their rounds, patrolling with AT-ST's. AT-AT's wait in their docs, the pilots sitting inside.
Lance is sitting in the woods, cradling a severely burned owlbears head.
-new character-
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
*E X C U S E M E W H A T?*
*I'm fine now.*
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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 troopers are doing their rounds, patrolling with AT-ST's. AT-AT's wait in their docs, the pilots sitting inside.
Lance is sitting in the woods, cradling a severely burned owlbears head.
-new character-
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
The troopers are doing their rounds, patrolling with AT-ST's. AT-AT's wait in their docs, the pilots sitting inside.
Lance is sitting in the woods, cradling a severely burned owlbears head.
-new character-
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
*E X C U S E M E W H A T?*
*I'm fine now.*
*S T I L L.*
*Yeah i know i know.*
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Donn follows after, taking the form of a small blackbird that jumps from branch to branch.
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
Gregor is eating some strips of dried meat, looking at the scarecrows all around the village as he sits on a barrel.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Izazel watches in fascination.
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 pulls up his hood and bolts out into the fray, blasts deflecting off something under his coat
"What brought you back?"
Hello
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
hi
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
Hi
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
you intro first
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Miria is working on her lightsabers on top of the outer wall
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
A short blindfolded girl hops onto the wall next to her
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Who are you?"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
"Vaska"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Morning!!*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*Morning Drummer!!*
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
Richard was seated in the Sith's chair once again. He had donned a black dress shirt that hugged his broad shoulders, a gold-colored tie that complemented his glowing eyes, and a white suit jacket with golden lapels. He appeared to be lost in deep contemplation, gazing up at the intricate ceiling above him. It was clear that he was deep in thought, perhaps pondering the events that had led him to that moment, or maybe strategizing his next move.
Izazel is exploring the woods when he comes across a stick lying on the ground. Picking it up, he begins to use it as a drawing tool, sketching designs and shapes in the dirt around him. Engrossed in his creative world, Izazel spends several minutes lost in thought, focusing on his artwork and the beauty of nature surrounding him.
Donn's fury is palpable as he stands on a hill, overseeing the destruction he has wrought upon a village on the outskirts. The air is thick with smoke from the magical flames that have engulfed the buildings and homes, reducing them to rubble. His eyes, glowing with an otherworldly light, are narrowed in anger and satisfaction at the chaos he has caused.
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
*haha, i coughed up blood this morning*
The troopers are doing their rounds, patrolling with AT-ST's. AT-AT's wait in their docs, the pilots sitting inside.
Lance is sitting in the woods, cradling a severely burned owlbears head.
-new character-
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*E X C U S E M E W H A T?*
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'm fine now.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*S T I L L.*
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
*Yeah i know i know.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.