A figure walks into town, a longsword strapped to their hip. They have an interesting outfit, a set of plate mail with a symbol emblazoned in red paint of a sword clashing with a shield. The eyeholes of their helm glow a sickening emerald green, casting its light on anything they look at. They stand at about 5'7 though, so despite their intimidating form they're shorter than most of the townsfolk they pass,
A figure walks into town, a longsword strapped to their hip. They have an interesting outfit, a set of plate mail with a symbol emblazoned in red paint of a sword clashing with a shield. The eyeholes of their helm glow a sickening emerald green, casting its light on anything they look at. They stand at about 5'7 though, so despite their intimidating form they're shorter than most of the townsfolk they pass,
Phoenix, working on his motor, glances at him, eyebrows raised.
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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.
A figure walks into town, a longsword strapped to their hip. They have an interesting outfit, a set of plate mail with a symbol emblazoned in red paint of a sword clashing with a shield. The eyeholes of their helm glow a sickening emerald green, casting its light on anything they look at. They stand at about 5'7 though, so despite their intimidating form they're shorter than most of the townsfolk they pass,
Phoenix, working on his motor, glances at him, eyebrows raised.
They look back at him, making a gesture that might be a greeting
A figure walks into town, a longsword strapped to their hip. They have an interesting outfit, a set of plate mail with a symbol emblazoned in red paint of a sword clashing with a shield. The eyeholes of their helm glow a sickening emerald green, casting its light on anything they look at. They stand at about 5'7 though, so despite their intimidating form they're shorter than most of the townsfolk they pass,
Phoenix, working on his motor, glances at him, eyebrows raised.
They look back at him, making a gesture that might be a greeting
He nods at them
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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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*hoi*
psychopath ^-^
I gtg soon, so Angelique will do the second half of her performance later today or maybe tomorrow, depending on when I have time to rp.
But for later:
During the intermission, Kayla is looking around for Ozzy
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.
*yo*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
ember blinks "...I thought I heard.... nevermind..."
I'm viper, The Ultimate Silly Snake 50/50 whatever I'm saying is a poorly thought-out joke, or something I think makes sense but really doesn't.
i also like being estreeeeeemely chaotic.
I also do commissions! look here for prices!
*rp?*
psychopath ^-^
*Sure*
There is a crunching noise from the woods. Something is clearly moving through there, staggering between the trees.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Echo unslings their crossbow and aims it at the thing
psychopath ^-^
*Bye guys. See you later.*
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.
"Oh, well can I get you something?"
*roll me a d4 plez*
The figure staggers out of the trees to show Theren, covered in blood.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*hmmm, intro time >:3*
A figure walks into town, a longsword strapped to their hip. They have an interesting outfit, a set of plate mail with a symbol emblazoned in red paint of a sword clashing with a shield. The eyeholes of their helm glow a sickening emerald green, casting its light on anything they look at. They stand at about 5'7 though, so despite their intimidating form they're shorter than most of the townsfolk they pass,
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"...well ive always wanted to try one of the cresionts"
I'm viper, The Ultimate Silly Snake 50/50 whatever I'm saying is a poorly thought-out joke, or something I think makes sense but really doesn't.
i also like being estreeeeeemely chaotic.
I also do commissions! look here for prices!
Phoenix, working on his motor, glances at him, eyebrows raised.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Investigation?
"OOh! You'll love it, they are absolutely delightful." You get a good feeling from him, but the good feeling is somewhat unnatural.
*oop, sorry. Bye woods!*
Echo holsters their crossbow and rushes up to him "What happened?"
psychopath ^-^
They look back at him, making a gesture that might be a greeting
He coughs up some blood. "A lot."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods at them
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.