A woman, wearing heavy-duty cargo coveralls with the arms tied around her waist and the pants tucked into military-looking combat boots, a black tank top, and boasting a great many battle-worn scars on her tawny skin, groans as she pulls herself out of a back-alley dumpster. "Ughh... where the heck am I?" She sighs in relief as she finds her battleaxe still in hand and a dagger strapped to the side of her leg. Walking out of the alley, she looks around the city to reorient herself.
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Darold the Mud Dauber says: _ _ it's still spooky season | )/ ) \\ |//,' it's always spooky season (")(_)---"()=--(\\ \)
A woman, wearing heavy-duty cargo coveralls with the arms tied around her waist and the pants tucked into military-looking combat boots, a black tank top, and boasting a great many battle-worn scars on her tawny skin, groans as she pulls herself out of a back-alley dumpster. "Ughh... where the heck am I?" She sighs in relief as she finds her battleaxe still in hand and a dagger strapped to the side of her leg. Walking out of the alley, she looks around the city to reorient herself.
*CALOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO*
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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 half-elf in a green cloak and all black clothing stands up. Around his eyes is white gauze and at his hip is a sword. He looks around the city, listening.
*THEREN!!!!!!*
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Darold the Mud Dauber says: _ _ it's still spooky season | )/ ) \\ |//,' it's always spooky season (")(_)---"()=--(\\ \)
A woman, wearing heavy-duty cargo coveralls with the arms tied around her waist and the pants tucked into military-looking combat boots, a black tank top, and boasting a great many battle-worn scars on her tawny skin, groans as she pulls herself out of a back-alley dumpster. "Ughh... where the heck am I?" She sighs in relief as she finds her battleaxe still in hand and a dagger strapped to the side of her leg. Walking out of the alley, she looks around the city to reorient herself.
*CALOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO*
*YOOOOOOOOO HOW'VE YOU BEEN, MAN???*
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Darold the Mud Dauber says: _ _ it's still spooky season | )/ ) \\ |//,' it's always spooky season (")(_)---"()=--(\\ \)
A woman, wearing heavy-duty cargo coveralls with the arms tied around her waist and the pants tucked into military-looking combat boots, a black tank top, and boasting a great many battle-worn scars on her tawny skin, groans as she pulls herself out of a back-alley dumpster. "Ughh... where the heck am I?" She sighs in relief as she finds her battleaxe still in hand and a dagger strapped to the side of her leg. Walking out of the alley, she looks around the city to reorient herself.
*CALOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO*
*YOOOOOOOOO HOW'VE YOU BEEN, MAN???*
*Been alr. Can u re-add me to da adventurers legacy?? I have plans lol*
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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 woman, wearing heavy-duty cargo coveralls with the arms tied around her waist and the pants tucked into military-looking combat boots, a black tank top, and boasting a great many battle-worn scars on her tawny skin, groans as she pulls herself out of a back-alley dumpster. "Ughh... where the heck am I?" She sighs in relief as she finds her battleaxe still in hand and a dagger strapped to the side of her leg. Walking out of the alley, she looks around the city to reorient herself.
*CALOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO*
*YOOOOOOOOO HOW'VE YOU BEEN, MAN???*
*Been alr. Can u re-add me to da adventurers legacy?? I have plans lol*
*no one's on man 😔 good to hear that you've got plans, but no one'll be there to enact the plans on*
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Darold the Mud Dauber says: _ _ it's still spooky season | )/ ) \\ |//,' it's always spooky season (")(_)---"()=--(\\ \)
A woman, wearing heavy-duty cargo coveralls with the arms tied around her waist and the pants tucked into military-looking combat boots, a black tank top, and boasting a great many battle-worn scars on her tawny skin, groans as she pulls herself out of a back-alley dumpster. "Ughh... where the heck am I?" She sighs in relief as she finds her battleaxe still in hand and a dagger strapped to the side of her leg. Walking out of the alley, she looks around the city to reorient herself.
*CALOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO*
*YOOOOOOOOO HOW'VE YOU BEEN, MAN???*
*Been alr. Can u re-add me to da adventurers legacy?? I have plans lol*
*no one's on man 😔 good to hear that you've got plans, but no one'll be there to enact the plans on*
*Shame.*
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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 woman in a pink longcoat, her face covered by a wide-brimmed hat, lays in an alley, clutching a bundle of bloody cloth.
An elven-looking woman walks up to her, frowning. "Hello? Are you okay, miss?" Her voice is rough around the edges, but the inflections give her voice a compassionate tone.
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Darold the Mud Dauber says: _ _ it's still spooky season | )/ ) \\ |//,' it's always spooky season (")(_)---"()=--(\\ \)
An aaracokra wakes up in alley and dusts himself off. He looks around casually, seeming to notice nothing out of the ordinary. He walks out of the alley and starts looking around the rest of the city.
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I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
A woman in a pink longcoat, her face covered by a wide-brimmed hat, lays in an alley, clutching a bundle of bloody cloth.
An elven-looking woman walks up to her, frowning. "Hello? Are you okay, miss?" Her voice is rough around the edges, but the inflections give her voice a compassionate tone.
The woman in pink slowly sits up, adjusting her hat. Her face is blackened unnaturally, looking more grey than any other skin tone. Her eyes are distorted, with the pupil leaking out into the iris. She looks down at the bundle of cloth solemnly. "No, not really."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
An aaracokra wakes up in alley and dusts himself off. He looks around casually, seeming to notice nothing out of the ordinary. He walks out of the alley and starts looking around the rest of the city.
As he walks onto the street, a loud bang can be heard, and something whizzes past him
*yeah!!!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Well, okay then. Welcome back, Theren!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Thanks dude!!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I shall join tomorrow*
"Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honor and glory for ever and ever. Amen" - 1 Timothy 1:17
Cautiously, he walks around more, hand on his sword.
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.
*this looks so sick*
A woman, wearing heavy-duty cargo coveralls with the arms tied around her waist and the pants tucked into military-looking combat boots, a black tank top, and boasting a great many battle-worn scars on her tawny skin, groans as she pulls herself out of a back-alley dumpster. "Ughh... where the heck am I?" She sighs in relief as she finds her battleaxe still in hand and a dagger strapped to the side of her leg. Walking out of the alley, she looks around the city to reorient herself.
*CALOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*THEREN!!!!!!*
*YOOOOOOOOO HOW'VE YOU BEEN, MAN???*
*Been alr. Can u re-add me to da adventurers legacy?? I have plans lol*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*no one's on man 😔 good to hear that you've got plans, but no one'll be there to enact the plans on*
*Shame.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*ill be back soon i promise*
*No pressure, see you!*
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.
A woman in a pink longcoat, her face covered by a wide-brimmed hat, lays in an alley, clutching a bundle of bloody cloth.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
An elven-looking woman walks up to her, frowning. "Hello? Are you okay, miss?" Her voice is rough around the edges, but the inflections give her voice a compassionate tone.
An aaracokra wakes up in alley and dusts himself off. He looks around casually, seeming to notice nothing out of the ordinary. He walks out of the alley and starts looking around the rest of the city.
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
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The woman in pink slowly sits up, adjusting her hat. Her face is blackened unnaturally, looking more grey than any other skin tone. Her eyes are distorted, with the pupil leaking out into the iris. She looks down at the bundle of cloth solemnly. "No, not really."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*back guys*
As he walks onto the street, a loud bang can be heard, and something whizzes past him