(Would you say theren is decently in the forest or in town?)
*more in the town but whatever you wanna use for rp i can work around it :) *
*hmmm, perception >:)*
*Sure*
15
While there's not a lot of critters in town, there are squirrels and birds. Or atleast things that sorta look like a bird or squirrel if they rolled in thorny bushes and porcupine quills
"what the-"
One of the squirrels screeches and jumps off a tree, crumbling as it hits the floor
(Would you say theren is decently in the forest or in town?)
*more in the town but whatever you wanna use for rp i can work around it :) *
*hmmm, perception >:)*
*Sure*
15
While there's not a lot of critters in town, there are squirrels and birds. Or atleast things that sorta look like a bird or squirrel if they rolled in thorny bushes and porcupine quills
"what the-"
One of the squirrels screeches and jumps off a tree, crumbling as it hits the floor
"That aint normal."
(No it ain't lol)
Theren walks over and inspects it
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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.
In the heart of the meadow, amidst a sea of wildflowers dancing with the gentle breeze, there stands a solitary figure, awe-inspiring in both stature and mystery. An imposing presence at a towering eight feet, this enigmatic being is clad in resplendent full plate armor, a testament to craftsmanship and artistry intertwined. The metallic surface is not merely a shield, but a canvas adorned with intricately engraved roses, their delicate petals etched into the cold steel, creating a stark yet mesmerizing contrast between strength and beauty. For years uncounted, this colossal figure has maintained a silent vigil, seated in stoic repose within the vibrant embrace of the meadow. The flowers, ever blooming and wilting in the natural rhythm of seasons, seem to pay homage to the imposing guardian that shares their sacred space. His armor, once gleaming and radiant, now bears the weathered patina of time, a testament to the enduring nature of both the protector and the field that cradles him. In one hand, he clutches a colossal great sword, a weapon of unimaginable proportions yet wielded with the grace of a seasoned warrior. The hilt itself, a masterpiece of craftsmanship, echoes the motif of the roses engraved on the armor, creating a seamless fusion of strength and elegance. It is a blade that has seen battles unspoken, standing as a silent witness to the passage of time.
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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.
(Would you say theren is decently in the forest or in town?)
*more in the town but whatever you wanna use for rp i can work around it :) *
*hmmm, perception >:)*
*Sure*
15
While there's not a lot of critters in town, there are squirrels and birds. Or atleast things that sorta look like a bird or squirrel if they rolled in thorny bushes and porcupine quills
"what the-"
One of the squirrels screeches and jumps off a tree, crumbling as it hits the floor
"That aint normal."
(No it ain't lol)
Theren walks over and inspects it
The squirrel died on landing, which is odd since squirrels can survive that sorta fall. Spines made of seeming bone protrude from its skin
(Would you say theren is decently in the forest or in town?)
*more in the town but whatever you wanna use for rp i can work around it :) *
*hmmm, perception >:)*
*Sure*
15
While there's not a lot of critters in town, there are squirrels and birds. Or atleast things that sorta look like a bird or squirrel if they rolled in thorny bushes and porcupine quills
"what the-"
One of the squirrels screeches and jumps off a tree, crumbling as it hits the floor
"That aint normal."
(No it ain't lol)
Theren walks over and inspects it
The squirrel died on landing, which is odd since squirrels can survive that sorta fall. Spines made of seeming bone protrude from its skin
"Hm..."
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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.
(Would you say theren is decently in the forest or in town?)
*more in the town but whatever you wanna use for rp i can work around it :) *
*hmmm, perception >:)*
*Sure*
15
While there's not a lot of critters in town, there are squirrels and birds. Or atleast things that sorta look like a bird or squirrel if they rolled in thorny bushes and porcupine quills
"what the-"
One of the squirrels screeches and jumps off a tree, crumbling as it hits the floor
"That aint normal."
(No it ain't lol)
Theren walks over and inspects it
The squirrel died on landing, which is odd since squirrels can survive that sorta fall. Spines made of seeming bone protrude from its skin
"Hm..."
Doesn't take a nature check to figure out this isn't a good thing
In the heart of the meadow, amidst a sea of wildflowers dancing with the gentle breeze, there stands a solitary figure, awe-inspiring in both stature and mystery. An imposing presence at a towering eight feet, this enigmatic being is clad in resplendent full plate armor, a testament to craftsmanship and artistry intertwined. The metallic surface is not merely a shield, but a canvas adorned with intricately engraved roses, their delicate petals etched into the cold steel, creating a stark yet mesmerizing contrast between strength and beauty. For years uncounted, this colossal figure has maintained a silent vigil, seated in stoic repose within the vibrant embrace of the meadow. The flowers, ever blooming and wilting in the natural rhythm of seasons, seem to pay homage to the imposing guardian that shares their sacred space. His armor, once gleaming and radiant, now bears the weathered patina of time, a testament to the enduring nature of both the protector and the field that cradles him. In one hand, he clutches a colossal great sword, a weapon of unimaginable proportions yet wielded with the grace of a seasoned warrior. The hilt itself, a masterpiece of craftsmanship, echoes the motif of the roses engraved on the armor, creating a seamless fusion of strength and elegance. It is a blade that has seen battles unspoken, standing as a silent witness to the passage of time.
*just a quick re-post*
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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.
(No it ain't lol)
*thread cut for lawrence*
"Whats a hell?" She asks curiously, following the soldier
*secondary thread cut for lawrwnce*
Krok follows Kidd, humming to himself
*hullo*
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
Theren walks over and inspects it
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*YES! THOUGHT OF AN INTRO FOR AN OLD CHARACTER*
In the heart of the meadow, amidst a sea of wildflowers dancing with the gentle breeze, there stands a solitary figure, awe-inspiring in both stature and mystery. An imposing presence at a towering eight feet, this enigmatic being is clad in resplendent full plate armor, a testament to craftsmanship and artistry intertwined. The metallic surface is not merely a shield, but a canvas adorned with intricately engraved roses, their delicate petals etched into the cold steel, creating a stark yet mesmerizing contrast between strength and beauty. For years uncounted, this colossal figure has maintained a silent vigil, seated in stoic repose within the vibrant embrace of the meadow. The flowers, ever blooming and wilting in the natural rhythm of seasons, seem to pay homage to the imposing guardian that shares their sacred space. His armor, once gleaming and radiant, now bears the weathered patina of time, a testament to the enduring nature of both the protector and the field that cradles him. In one hand, he clutches a colossal great sword, a weapon of unimaginable proportions yet wielded with the grace of a seasoned warrior. The hilt itself, a masterpiece of craftsmanship, echoes the motif of the roses engraved on the armor, creating a seamless fusion of strength and elegance. It is a blade that has seen battles unspoken, standing as a silent witness to the passage of time.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The squirrel died on landing, which is odd since squirrels can survive that sorta fall. Spines made of seeming bone protrude from its skin
"Hm..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Doesn't take a nature check to figure out this isn't a good thing
Hi
We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
🧀PM me the word 'cheese'🧀
PM me the word 'tomato'
*hello zombie!*
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
*hi!*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Well...this is above my paygrade."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*hey dutch*
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
*just a quick re-post*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Flint is relaxing in the sewers
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Yelena is walking around the tavern with yet again, a bowl of noodles.
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
Flint heads to the tavern. 'Man, ya really do like noodles, don't ya?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Through a mouthful of noodles she says yes.
*I'll be back soon.*
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
'They're my favourite too!'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.