*Characters for now, may change who I'm using depending in how I feel*
Ozzy is finishing up his new eye with the help of (woodgirls character, I apologise but the name slips my mind)
Pax is having food on the roof of a shop, about two stories up
-Vega, or could leave blank for newer characters. Up to y'all I guess-
Miranda appears out of thin air and grins "morning."
Oval and Soul are braiding rope.
"Morning." He mumbles before swallowing
Vega walks over to them, dropping into a seated position beside them, "Good morning."
"You okay?" She asked, tilting her head a bit. Her eyes trained on the eyeholes to his mask.
"Morning!" Soul chirps and shows him her red braided rope she weaved.
He nods, his eye holes staring back at her
"That looks great" He grins, patting her head
"You don't seem like it." She said and chuckled.
"heh! Thank you!"
"Yeah, and you can tell so well" He smiles
"You're welcome" He says, leaning back
"Seriously, what's up" she nudges him with her elbow.
Oval chuckles quietly while braiding threads of purple and green rope together.
He sighs softly, "Just been a rough day. Hunting went poorly, couldn't sell anything, and the vendor over priced my sandwich."
Vega hums, watching the duo braid
She chuckles and sighed, running her hand through her hair. "Well, fate tends to do that sometimes. But you gotta look on the bright side of things, even if it seems bad."
Soul makes a red and gold one for Vega and grins, handing it to him.
"If I know **** about Talbot, they're laced with necromantic wards and supernatural diseases that could fell an army. I don't think you should take em'. "
The sorrowsworn(?) nods, wheels the chair outside, and hands her a shovel. "Let's get digging."
*By the way, it would be helpful if you described who was talking whenever you started rp-ing. I know who this character is through context clues, but I don't know their name. If you haven't noticed, regulars write in a specific way while roleplaying. This isn't because it's the "right way to do it," it's just because it's efficient at communicating what's going on. Just wanted to say this, since it's been bothering me for a while.*
*I'm sorry, I know I sometimes do that too*
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A young human girl carrying a staff made of fire-colored wood walks into the tavern. She has bright red hair tied into a bun, fair skin dappled with scars, and bright green eyes like the leaves in spring. She wears a dark green cloak, a brown sweater, a pair of brown breeches, and a satchel around her shoulder. She is barefoot, covered in dirt. She takes a deep breath and lies down on a sofa.
The sorrowsworn(?) nods, wheels the chair outside, and hands her a shovel. "Let's get digging."
*By the way, it would be helpful if you described who was talking whenever you started rp-ing. I know who this character is through context clues, but I don't know their name. If you haven't noticed, regulars write in a specific way while roleplaying. This isn't because it's the "right way to do it," it's just because it's efficient at communicating what's going on. Just wanted to say this, since it's been bothering me for a while.*
*I'm sorry, I know I sometimes do that too*
*Nah, you're good. Most of the time. But you're on thin ice, buddy. If you mess up again, I'll break Flint's nose and blame it on you.*
"If I know **** about Talbot, they're laced with necromantic wards and supernatural diseases that could fell an army. I don't think you should take em'. "
"If I know **** about Talbot, they're laced with necromantic wards and supernatural diseases that could fell an army. I don't think you should take em'. "
'Fair enough. Shame, they look pretty nice. Maybe a mage would buy them, but yeah, I certainly wouldn't wear those. Thanks for the advice'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The sorrowsworn(?) nods, wheels the chair outside, and hands her a shovel. "Let's get digging."
*By the way, it would be helpful if you described who was talking whenever you started rp-ing. I know who this character is through context clues, but I don't know their name. If you haven't noticed, regulars write in a specific way while roleplaying. This isn't because it's the "right way to do it," it's just because it's efficient at communicating what's going on. Just wanted to say this, since it's been bothering me for a while.*
*I'm sorry, I know I sometimes do that too*
*Nah, you're good. Most of the time. But you're on thin ice, buddy. If you mess up again, I'll break Flint's nose and blame it on you.*
*as if I'd ever do that (totally didn't launch an entire thread to attack Flint)*
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Characters for now, may change who I'm using depending in how I feel*
Ozzy is finishing up his new eye with the help of (woodgirls character, I apologise but the name slips my mind)
Pax is having food on the roof of a shop, about two stories up
-Vega, or could leave blank for newer characters. Up to y'all I guess-
Miranda appears out of thin air and grins "morning."
Oval and Soul are braiding rope.
"Morning." He mumbles before swallowing
Vega walks over to them, dropping into a seated position beside them, "Good morning."
"You okay?" She asked, tilting her head a bit. Her eyes trained on the eyeholes to his mask.
"Morning!" Soul chirps and shows him her red braided rope she weaved.
He nods, his eye holes staring back at her
"That looks great" He grins, patting her head
"You don't seem like it." She said and chuckled.
"heh! Thank you!"
"Yeah, and you can tell so well" He smiles
"You're welcome" He says, leaning back
"Seriously, what's up" she nudges him with her elbow.
Oval chuckles quietly while braiding threads of purple and green rope together.
He sighs softly, "Just been a rough day. Hunting went poorly, couldn't sell anything, and the vendor over priced my sandwich."
Vega hums, watching the duo braid
She chuckles and sighed, running her hand through her hair. "Well, fate tends to do that sometimes. But you gotta look on the bright side of things, even if it seems bad."
Soul makes a red and gold one for Vega and grins, handing it to him.
"Hmmm, bright side." He says, taking a few moments to think, "I got to see you today." He says after a second
She chuckles and sighed, running her hand through her hair. "Well, fate tends to do that sometimes. But you gotta look on the bright side of things, even if it seems bad."
Soul makes a red and gold one for Vega and grins, handing it to him.
"Hmmm, bright side." He says, taking a few moments to think, "I got to see you today." He says after a second
He sighs softly, "Just been a rough day. Hunting went poorly, couldn't sell anything, and the vendor over priced my sandwhich."
Vega hums, watching the duo braid
She chuckles and sighed, running her hand through her hair. "Well, fate tends to do that sometimes. But you gotta look on the bright side of things, even if it seems bad."
Soul makes a red and gold one for Vega and grins, handing it to him.
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
"If I know **** about Talbot, they're laced with necromantic wards and supernatural diseases that could fell an army. I don't think you should take em'. "
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'm sorry, I know I sometimes do that too*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A young human girl carrying a staff made of fire-colored wood walks into the tavern. She has bright red hair tied into a bun, fair skin dappled with scars, and bright green eyes like the leaves in spring. She wears a dark green cloak, a brown sweater, a pair of brown breeches, and a satchel around her shoulder. She is barefoot, covered in dirt. She takes a deep breath and lies down on a sofa.
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
'Hey, ya ok?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Nah, you're good. Most of the time. But you're on thin ice, buddy. If you mess up again, I'll break Flint's nose and blame it on you.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Fair enough. Shame, they look pretty nice. Maybe a mage would buy them, but yeah, I certainly wouldn't wear those. Thanks for the advice'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Mn?" She looks up a bit, resting her head on a pillow. "Uh... No, I don't think so.."
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
*as if I'd ever do that (totally didn't launch an entire thread to attack Flint)*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'What's wrong? Anything I can help ya with?' Flint says
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Mnnn." She sat up a bit, propping herself up with her elbows "I don't know if you have a spell to forget things.."
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
'Nah, sorry, I'm not a mage. Ya look like you've travelled a long way to get here?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Yeah.." She said rubbed her temples, wincing "Long.. Long way."
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
'Well, ya come to the right place. It's safe here'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Hmmm, bright side." He says, taking a few moments to think, "I got to see you today." He says after a second
Vega takes it, "Why thank you soul."
*Sorry for long responses btw, wifi is finicky*
*Snippy*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*It’s ok. It’s Kayla. I forget people’s characters names too sometimes. Kayla is still helping Ozzy finish up his eye.*
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
I like reading and writing too, but I’m not much of an artist.
A large, sorrowsworn-looking creature is burying a wheelchair and some black robes.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels