“I haven’t been there. I’ve b-been to the nearby field, where I’ve done some target practice, but not th-the bench.”
"Follow me then!" She seems excited, heading to the door. "I'll show you."
He follows her after quickly grabbing his shoes, since he doesn’t wear them when indoors. He takes a small bite out of his danish.
She leads him on a quick 10 minute walk, before reaching the hill. There's an English oak on its top, with a lovely wooden bench underneath. What's really magical though, is the view from the hill. You can see the whole city from up here, and the sun is shining.
“Wow.. that’s, a-amazing.”
He looks around at the city, but stops when he notices a large factory. He shakes his head and looks to a different part of the city, a more residential area.
He looks around at the city, but stops when he notices a large factory. He shakes his head and looks to a different part of the city, a more residential area.
She smiles. "Yeah, I love it up here." She notices Sonya shake his head, but doesn't say anything. She goes and sits down on the bench.
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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.
He cautiously closes his eyes, and does his best to imagine.
He immediately imagines himself in a dining hall, the floors and walls bent and warped. Discordonant waltz music plays from a phonograph. A massive creature, looking like some far more nightmarish version of the beast that was before him seconds ago, sits at the end of the table, surrounded by plates of perfectly prepared human remains and massive chalices of unknown drink. The abomination adjusts its black chef's toque and raises an orb, revealing what appears to be the reflection of every sleeping creature on the material plane overlaid on top of each other. The monster waggles its long, sharp claws, drawing out dreams, and sends them through a black portal, which is far too small for the creature to pass through, but grows with each dream and nightmare flowing through.
Theren goes the other way
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He cautiously closes his eyes, and does his best to imagine.
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.
'Ya got a job?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"A job? No, not yet. I'm just using some money I have saved to rent a room here."
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.
Echo spots him and waves
psychopath ^-^
“Wow.. that’s, a-amazing.”
He looks around at the city, but stops when he notices a large factory. He shakes his head and looks to a different part of the city, a more residential area.
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Theren waves slightly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
'Makes sense. I could always give ya a job?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
She smiles. "Yeah, I love it up here." She notices Sonya shake his head, but doesn't say anything. She goes and sits down on the bench.
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.
"Wait, you have jobs for offer?" He lights up a little.
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.
They walk over to him
psychopath ^-^
*Anyone up for some rp?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I kinda have to go in a second, so don't want to start anything, sorry*
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.
'I could always do with a second pair of hands!'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"What would you need help with?"
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.
*all good :) *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*hello my lovely friends! I don't know how active I can be immedietly due to my current class. But I hope everyone is doing well!*
Abigail is sitting in her home, looking out at the rain
The shrinekeeper is taking a stroll, half dancing in the downpour
Siven has purchased a combat umbrella just for this occasion
Intro: through the mist and rain coating the pier, a large gallion ship comes forth, massive in size and very I timidating
He immediately imagines himself in a dining hall, the floors and walls bent and warped. Discordonant waltz music plays from a phonograph. A massive creature, looking like some far more nightmarish version of the beast that was before him seconds ago, sits at the end of the table, surrounded by plates of perfectly prepared human remains and massive chalices of unknown drink. The abomination adjusts its black chef's toque and raises an orb, revealing what appears to be the reflection of every sleeping creature on the material plane overlaid on top of each other. The monster waggles its long, sharp claws, drawing out dreams, and sends them through a black portal, which is far too small for the creature to pass through, but grows with each dream and nightmare flowing through.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Rigging up nets, searching trash heaps, unblocking drains from the inside, selling off finds at the market, the usual stuff'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*stay safe drummer!*
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