A young man sits in the tavern, staring blankly at a wall. His skin is pale, an almond color. His eyes are stormy grey and glitter slightly like fine silver. He had black hair once upon a time but it is now shaven down to his scalp. He looks to be about 20-25. He wears a white button-up shirt, a brown vest, a brown jacket, and breeches.
His eyes and the corners of his mouth sometimes twitch errantly but he keeps quiet.
*ECK I MISSED THIS*
Waldorf, the large, jolly bartender, leans over. "What can I get you for, sir?"
"We would like a wine please." He said in a soft voice.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A young man sits in the tavern, staring blankly at a wall. His skin is pale, an almond color. His eyes are stormy grey and glitter slightly like fine silver. He had black hair once upon a time but it is now shaven down to his scalp. He looks to be about 20-25. He wears a white button-up shirt, a brown vest, a brown jacket, and breeches.
His eyes and the corners of his mouth sometimes twitch errantly but he keeps quiet.
*ECK I MISSED THIS*
Waldorf, the large, jolly bartender, leans over. "What can I get you for, sir?"
"We would like a wine please." He said in a soft voice.
Waldorf passes over a small glass of cheap wine.
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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.
Out in the Grease/Grot/Gut, (your character) finds a circle carved into the ground. A corpse beside it is clutching a knife and a piece of paper with a strange sigil on it.
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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.
*By the way, Ella, I accidentally gave Auburn a house that was too nice for her. She lives in a hovel out in the slums near where most of the butchers sleep.*
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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.
Auburn walks outside of her house in the gut and sees this circle, she grabs the piece of paper carefully to investigate.
The paper has three sigils on it, as opposed to the just one she saw before. They are labeled too.
Sigil 1 resembles a bunch of lines pointing downward with arcs on the top and bottom of the circle. "Life/Death/Undeath/Harvest."
Sigil 2 looks like a ring of small objects around the edge of the circle, resembling human teeth, and with two large ovals in the middle. "Whatever is needed."
Sigil 3 is reminiscent of the runic carvings in the ruins and the Grot, ornate and obsessive, almost mathematical. "Killer."
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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.
A young man sits in the tavern, staring blankly at a wall. His skin is pale, an almond color. His eyes are stormy grey and glitter slightly like fine silver. He had black hair once upon a time but it is now shaven down to his scalp. He looks to be about 20-25. He wears a white button-up shirt, a brown vest, a brown jacket, and breeches.
His eyes and the corners of his mouth sometimes twitch errantly but he keeps quiet.
*ECK I MISSED THIS*
Waldorf, the large, jolly bartender, leans over. "What can I get you for, sir?"
"We would like a wine please." He said in a soft voice.
Waldorf passes over a small glass of cheap wine.
He nods and thanks him quietly. His lip twitches again as he drinks it back in one gulp.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A young man sits in the tavern, staring blankly at a wall. His skin is pale, an almond color. His eyes are stormy grey and glitter slightly like fine silver. He had black hair once upon a time but it is now shaven down to his scalp. He looks to be about 20-25. He wears a white button-up shirt, a brown vest, a brown jacket, and breeches.
His eyes and the corners of his mouth sometimes twitch errantly but he keeps quiet.
*ECK I MISSED THIS*
Waldorf, the large, jolly bartender, leans over. "What can I get you for, sir?"
"We would like a wine please." He said in a soft voice.
Waldorf passes over a small glass of cheap wine.
He nods and thanks him quietly. His lip twitches again as he drinks it back in one gulp.
"You alright, bud?"
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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.
After looking at it for a while she pockets it, Maybe I can do something with it later, she thinks to herself
The body has multiple bullet holes in it. Judging by the little work that was done on the circle, it seems that he was trying to use Sigil 1.
Auburn tries to finish the sigil to hopefully bring the body back to life.
No one bothers her as she works. When she finishes, she feels the presence of something in the circle. It's not trapped, it's just also not interested in harming her... yet. While your faith is lacking, I can't just turn down a chance to show off. What is your wish?
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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.
A young man sits in the tavern, staring blankly at a wall. His skin is pale, an almond color. His eyes are stormy grey and glitter slightly like fine silver. He had black hair once upon a time but it is now shaven down to his scalp. He looks to be about 20-25. He wears a white button-up shirt, a brown vest, a brown jacket, and breeches.
His eyes and the corners of his mouth sometimes twitch errantly but he keeps quiet.
*ECK I MISSED THIS*
Waldorf, the large, jolly bartender, leans over. "What can I get you for, sir?"
"We would like a wine please." He said in a soft voice.
Waldorf passes over a small glass of cheap wine.
He nods and thanks him quietly. His lip twitches again as he drinks it back in one gulp.
"You alright, bud?"
"More or Less.." He mumbled "Who're you?" He asked.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
After looking at it for a while she pockets it, Maybe I can do something with it later, she thinks to herself
The body has multiple bullet holes in it. Judging by the little work that was done on the circle, it seems that he was trying to use Sigil 1.
Auburn tries to finish the sigil to hopefully bring the body back to life.
No one bothers her as she works. When she finishes, she feels the presence of something in the circle. It's not trapped, it's just also not interested in harming her... yet. While your faith is lacking, I can't just turn down a chance to show off. What is your wish?
"My what? A-A wish? Um... How about bringin' this poor dude back to life? You can do that?"
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She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
After looking at it for a while she pockets it, Maybe I can do something with it later, she thinks to herself
The body has multiple bullet holes in it. Judging by the little work that was done on the circle, it seems that he was trying to use Sigil 1.
Auburn tries to finish the sigil to hopefully bring the body back to life.
No one bothers her as she works. When she finishes, she feels the presence of something in the circle. It's not trapped, it's just also not interested in harming her... yet. While your faith is lacking, I can't just turn down a chance to show off. What is your wish?
"My what? A-A wish? Um... How about bringin' this poor dude back to life? You can do that?"
Someone has read a good couple books I see. Very well. Alive or undead?
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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.
After looking at it for a while she pockets it, Maybe I can do something with it later, she thinks to herself
The body has multiple bullet holes in it. Judging by the little work that was done on the circle, it seems that he was trying to use Sigil 1.
Auburn tries to finish the sigil to hopefully bring the body back to life.
No one bothers her as she works. When she finishes, she feels the presence of something in the circle. It's not trapped, it's just also not interested in harming her... yet. While your faith is lacking, I can't just turn down a chance to show off. What is your wish?
"My what? A-A wish? Um... How about bringin' this poor dude back to life? You can do that?"
Someone has read a good couple books I see. Very well. Alive or undead?
"Well, alive would be preferable, undead would make them a victim."
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Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
No one bothers her as she works. When she finishes, she feels the presence of something in the circle. It's not trapped, it's just also not interested in harming her... yet. While your faith is lacking, I can't just turn down a chance to show off. What is your wish?
"My what? A-A wish? Um... How about bringin' this poor dude back to life? You can do that?"
Someone has read a good couple books I see. Very well. Alive or undead?
"Well, alive would be preferable, undead would make them a victim."
Hm. I see. Well, you did draw the sigil, so it makes sense to let you dictate the terms.
The man's wounds begin to close up as he begins to twitch. If you have any painkillers, now would be the time to use them.
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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.
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"We would like a wine please." He said in a soft voice.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Waldorf passes over a small glass of cheap wine.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
(Anybody wanna RP?)
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
*Encounter for anyone who wants it*
Out in the Grease/Grot/Gut, (your character) finds a circle carved into the ground. A corpse beside it is clutching a knife and a piece of paper with a strange sigil on it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Auburn walks outside of her little hovel in the gut and sees this circle, she grabs the piece of paper carefully to investigate.
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
*By the way, Ella, I accidentally gave Auburn a house that was too nice for her. She lives in a hovel out in the slums near where most of the butchers sleep.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*That sounds right, it happens*
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
The paper has three sigils on it, as opposed to the just one she saw before. They are labeled too.
Sigil 1 resembles a bunch of lines pointing downward with arcs on the top and bottom of the circle. "Life/Death/Undeath/Harvest."
Sigil 2 looks like a ring of small objects around the edge of the circle, resembling human teeth, and with two large ovals in the middle. "Whatever is needed."
Sigil 3 is reminiscent of the runic carvings in the ruins and the Grot, ornate and obsessive, almost mathematical. "Killer."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
After looking at it for a while she pockets it, Maybe I can do something with it later, she thinks to herself
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
The body has multiple bullet holes in it. Judging by the little work that was done on the circle, it seems that he was trying to use Sigil 1.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He nods and thanks him quietly. His lip twitches again as he drinks it back in one gulp.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"You alright, bud?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Auburn tries to finish the sigil to hopefully bring the body back to life.
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
No one bothers her as she works. When she finishes, she feels the presence of something in the circle. It's not trapped, it's just also not interested in harming her... yet. While your faith is lacking, I can't just turn down a chance to show off. What is your wish?
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"More or Less.." He mumbled "Who're you?" He asked.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"My what? A-A wish? Um... How about bringin' this poor dude back to life? You can do that?"
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
"I'm Waldorf Creighton! The owner of this tavern-slash-general store! Pleased to meet you!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Someone has read a good couple books I see. Very well. Alive or undead?
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well, alive would be preferable, undead would make them a victim."
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
Hm. I see. Well, you did draw the sigil, so it makes sense to let you dictate the terms.
The man's wounds begin to close up as he begins to twitch. If you have any painkillers, now would be the time to use them.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.