*Morning everyone. Im in a bit of a bad mood due to bodily pains today. I hit my head yesterday and I've got a doctors appointment today at 2 (Eastern Time.) Hopefully ill feel a bit better throughout the day.*
*hope you feel better lawrence*
*Thank you friend. Wanna rp? I added my Hallow Eve fey queen.*
*sure! Take your pick of my usuals:*
Ozzy is having a pumpkin soup
Pax is sat in a roof near the forest, listening to the melody as he eats some fresh bread
-open slot of your choice-
The skies seem to darken as a haunting melody seems to float through the trees. As if to combat the dark, little wisps of orange light fill the tree boughs, floating around like fire flies. The melody seems to be more like a faint humming. The trees seem to turn from brown to black, their bark still living but the color changing. The animals all seem to go quiet, not a single cricket chirp of bird song fills the air except the melody.
Miranda is sitting outside, napping grass.
Pax look at the trees, confused on what's causing this as he drops a pice of the bread on Miranda
Miranda cracks open an eye and looks around "Whats wrong with you?"
"There's something messing with the forest." He says, looking at the trees
She blinks and looks at the tree's. "Huh... Thats.. odd." She said and stood up. "Should we go check it out?"
He nods, dropping off the roof, "Yeah, whatever in there is giving me the creeps"
She grins and walks into the forest, carrying her swords at her side.
He walks beside her hands in his cloak
*Both of them are going to need to make a perception check.*
Miranda: 26
29
They notice a elven woman like being standing behind a tree, staring at them. Suddenly, darkness fills the area around them, filling every nook and cranny. Miranda looks around, then rubs her eyes. "Pax??"
"Yeah?" He looks over, the darkness looming around him
"I can't see you.. Must be a spell." She said, looking around. A quiet giggle is heard from behind Pax then seems to move away.
"Yeah, it's not normal darkness" He says, flinching at the giggle and turning towards where it came from
"Where are you. Feel around for the nearest object and i'll try and find it." she said. The giggle came from behind her, he could hear Miranda whipping around to try and attack it.
A kobold is walking out of the woods toward town. It looks like just a regular kobold with dark purple fur.
He disappears into a crowd, and out comes the most distinguished-looking kobold you've ever seen. Not the kind of distinction you would expect from, say, a king, but more like the dignity of a soldier returning from war combined with the confidence and grace of an actor.
The kobold wears a long, dark grey coat, a wide-brimmed hat atop his head, and white gloves. His purple fur is well-groomed, and his clothing is designed perfectly to give a look like he cares about but is not overly obsessed with appearances.
Several nobles and adventurers look appalled upon seeing the vermin playing dress-up, but the kobold doesn't seem to care.
A skeleton is drinking black coffee at the coffee shop, he's wearing a studded leather jacket, black ripped denim jeans, spiked bracelets, and he also has a long curly black wig glued to his head. He has a guitar case shaped like a coffin on his back.
"Where are you. Feel around for the nearest object and i'll try and find it." she said. The giggle came from behind her, he could hear Miranda whipping around to try and attack it.
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
A kobold is walking out of the woods toward town. It looks like just a regular kobold with dark purple fur.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*cut thread for wendigo*
He lets out a breath and closes his eyes, mov8ng directly towards Miranda (blind fighting style)
* yo yo*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hey, Theren!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hey! Wanna rp?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*frien!*
psychopath ^-^
*hey, wanna rp?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Angelique is practicing for her performance tonight and Kayla is tinkering with Ozzy’s ankle rockets.
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
I like reading and writing, but I’m not much of an artist.
*Howdy theren :>*
*heya*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren is resting in the tavern, tending to his wounds.
The mushroom is wandering in the field.
Phoenix is drinking tea.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*BACK*
He disappears into a crowd, and out comes the most distinguished-looking kobold you've ever seen. Not the kind of distinction you would expect from, say, a king, but more like the dignity of a soldier returning from war combined with the confidence and grace of an actor.
The kobold wears a long, dark grey coat, a wide-brimmed hat atop his head, and white gloves. His purple fur is well-groomed, and his clothing is designed perfectly to give a look like he cares about but is not overly obsessed with appearances.
Several nobles and adventurers look appalled upon seeing the vermin playing dress-up, but the kobold doesn't seem to care.
He heads for the coffee shop.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Andy is out in the woods around Egregore's house,
Ozzy js mixing gunpowder with rocket fuel
Abigail is wandering the markets
There's a creature on the edge of the forest, just sorta watching the townsfolk
*whoya got*
psychopath ^-^
A skeleton is drinking black coffee at the coffee shop, he's wearing a studded leather jacket, black ripped denim jeans, spiked bracelets, and he also has a long curly black wig glued to his head. He has a guitar case shaped like a coffin on his back.
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
Theren walks away from one of the stands carrying medical supplies. He mutters something about a wounded animal as he passes by her.
There is suddenly something looming behind them.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren is resting in the tavern, tending to his wounds.
The mushroom is wandering in the field.
Phoenix is drinking tea.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.