He shakes his head, "No, sit back down. I have a medical kit in my bag"
She sighs and sits back down. Everywhere she seems to move has a smear of blood.
He rummaged through his bag, pulling out a healers kit. "Show me the wound" He says, removing his mask to see slightly better
She rolled down the hem of her shirt. Her shoulder was sliced deeply, only hanging on by a few unshattered bones and tendons of flesh.
He lets out a low whistle, "That's a doozy." He says, grabbing stuff for sutures, bandages, and disinfectant
"Ow. Careful." She hisses, her teeth gritting.
"Sorry, but your arm is basically hanging by literal threads. This is gonna hurt no matter what I do."
Medicine check: 25
She snarls, gritting her teeth. "Ow ow ow owwww ". He is able to repair her arm.
He for the most part ignores her wincing and ows, bandaging her arm with some disinfectant, "And quick final touch." He rubs his hand on her shoulder, casting cure wounds at 2nd level
8
She chuckles "Thanks.." she said and stood up, leaning against the tree. She looks very, very tired.
"No problem." He says, picking up his mask and offering his shoulder if she needs help walking
She leans against him and grumbles "that's gonna hurt my record for a few days." She chuckles.
"Atleast you've got an arm still" He chuckles, helping her walk, heading back towards town slowly
She chuckles and, when in the tavern, shifts into her wolf form and lies on the sofa.
He flops down beside her, exhaling as he relaxes
She wags her tail and puts a paw on his face.
He laughs a little, taking her paw of his face, "Yes?"
She shifts back and grins "Thank you for helping me.."
"Ah, it's no problem" He smiles, patting her hand, "Couldn't let you bleed out afterall"
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
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)
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
A demonic creature enters the tavern, its curved horns scraping against the ceiling as the lights flicker. Its eyes glow orange under its black cloak. White mists flow out from under the cloak as many pale, bony hands hold it closed. It walks up to the bar.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
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 demonic creature enters the tavern, its curved horns scraping against the ceiling as the lights flicker. Its eyes glow orange under its black cloak. White mists flow out from under the cloak as many pale, bony hands hold it closed. It walks up to the bar.
"Bread."
Carl doesn't take his eyes off of the creature, trying to see if this thing is hostile in any way. "Would... would cinnamon bread be good for ya?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
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 demonic creature enters the tavern, its curved horns scraping against the ceiling as the lights flicker. Its eyes glow orange under its black cloak. White mists flow out from under the cloak as many pale, bony hands hold it closed. It walks up to the bar.
"Bread."
Carl doesn't take his eyes off of the creature, trying to see if this thing is hostile in any way. "Would... would cinnamon bread be good for ya?"
"Yes."
Some hands reach out and gently place some silver coins on the table.
"Ah, it's no problem" He smiles, patting her hand, "Couldn't let you bleed out afterall"
Theren is reading.
Alric is at a table with his head in his hands
Phoenix is taking care of a wounded Jack.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Well I've never met a rude Vega in my life."
*Sorry, had to catch the bus back from college!*
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
(anyone on?)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*I am now. I just made a Sin Eater character.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(a what?)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*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)
(how are you)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
A sin-eater.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(interesting)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
A demonic creature enters the tavern, its curved horns scraping against the ceiling as the lights flicker. Its eyes glow orange under its black cloak. White mists flow out from under the cloak as many pale, bony hands hold it closed. It walks up to the bar.
"Bread."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(imma head out)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Bye!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*i'mma still here*
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)
*Imma also still here*
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
Carl doesn't take his eyes off of the creature, trying to see if this thing is hostile in any way. "Would... would cinnamon bread be good for ya?"
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
(back)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*hey*
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)
"Yes."
Some hands reach out and gently place some silver coins on the table.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*MORNING!!*
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