The Pelican lands with a heavy thud and waddles over, his flat feet slapping the wooden deck. “The castaway didn’t pass away and is moving fast away, but can he last today?” The Pelican speaks with his croaking voice and finished with a feather ruffling chortle.
Geralt turns to them, continuing his crunches nonetheless “If I fall today may it be to something honorable.” He says, smiling at the Pelican “I have yet to introduce myself, Geralt. Nice to meet you.” He speaks to the Pelican as a recruit would to their superior.
The Pelican does a strange, awkwardly regal bow with a sweep of his wing and a dip of his bill. “I’m the Pelican, King of Pelicans. How came you to be this far out at sea? I believe I spied your raft as a flew out to fish a little while ago.”
He gets up from his workout, returning the bow with one of his own, deep and surprisingly refined “It is a pleasure to meet you Pelican King. I did not know where was sovereignty aboard, or I would have introduced myself sooner. I do not know how I found myself out at sea, I do not remember much.”
His cheer brimming eyes immediately turn somber and dark. He speaks and his harsh voice is softened by sadness, “So you have lost your life. For if you cannot remember your days, then days of your life have been lost to you. I am deeply sorry.”
He shakes his head, a soft smile on his face “Those memories are yet to return to me, but return they will, with time I shall regain what I have lost. Don’t worry about me, Xi has already begun to assist me on that journey.” He says, taking a deep breath, taking his sword out of its sheath.
The Pelican lands with a heavy thud and waddles over, his flat feet slapping the wooden deck. “The castaway didn’t pass away and is moving fast away, but can he last today?” The Pelican speaks with his croaking voice and finished with a feather ruffling chortle.
Geralt turns to them, continuing his crunches nonetheless “If I fall today may it be to something honorable.” He says, smiling at the Pelican “I have yet to introduce myself, Geralt. Nice to meet you.” He speaks to the Pelican as a recruit would to their superior.
The Pelican does a strange, awkwardly regal bow with a sweep of his wing and a dip of his bill. “I’m the Pelican, King of Pelicans. How came you to be this far out at sea? I believe I spied your raft as a flew out to fish a little while ago.”
He gets up from his workout, returning the bow with one of his own, deep and surprisingly refined “It is a pleasure to meet you Pelican King. I did not know where was sovereignty aboard, or I would have introduced myself sooner. I do not know how I found myself out at sea, I do not remember much.”
His cheer brimming eyes immediately turn somber and dark. He speaks and his harsh voice is softened by sadness, “So you have lost your life. For if you cannot remember your days, then days of your life have been lost to you. I am deeply sorry.”
He shakes his head, a soft smile on his face “Those memories are yet to return to me, but return they will, with time I shall regain what I have lost. Don’t worry about me, Xi has already begun to assist me on that journey.” He says, taking a deep breath, taking his sword out of its sheath.
“Hm,” He closes his wrinkle-rimmed eyes and bobs his head slightly in quiet contemplation. “You keep your blade close.” He says, his eyes still shut, “Close for a time of peace.”
The Pelican lands with a heavy thud and waddles over, his flat feet slapping the wooden deck. “The castaway didn’t pass away and is moving fast away, but can he last today?” The Pelican speaks with his croaking voice and finished with a feather ruffling chortle.
Geralt turns to them, continuing his crunches nonetheless “If I fall today may it be to something honorable.” He says, smiling at the Pelican “I have yet to introduce myself, Geralt. Nice to meet you.” He speaks to the Pelican as a recruit would to their superior.
The Pelican does a strange, awkwardly regal bow with a sweep of his wing and a dip of his bill. “I’m the Pelican, King of Pelicans. How came you to be this far out at sea? I believe I spied your raft as a flew out to fish a little while ago.”
He gets up from his workout, returning the bow with one of his own, deep and surprisingly refined “It is a pleasure to meet you Pelican King. I did not know where was sovereignty aboard, or I would have introduced myself sooner. I do not know how I found myself out at sea, I do not remember much.”
His cheer brimming eyes immediately turn somber and dark. He speaks and his harsh voice is softened by sadness, “So you have lost your life. For if you cannot remember your days, then days of your life have been lost to you. I am deeply sorry.”
He shakes his head, a soft smile on his face “Those memories are yet to return to me, but return they will, with time I shall regain what I have lost. Don’t worry about me, Xi has already begun to assist me on that journey.” He says, taking a deep breath, taking his sword out of its sheath.
“Hm,” He closes his wrinkle-rimmed eyes and bobs his head slightly in quiet contemplation. “You keep your blade close.” He says, his eyes still shut, “Close for a time of peace.”
He lets the sword swing, the chain keeping it firmly clasped to his arm as the gem at the center of the hilt seems to softly glow a blood orange “I hope a time of peace is soon to come.”
His cheer brimming eyes immediately turn somber and dark. He speaks and his harsh voice is softened by sadness, “So you have lost your life. For if you cannot remember your days, then days of your life have been lost to you. I am deeply sorry.”
He shakes his head, a soft smile on his face “Those memories are yet to return to me, but return they will, with time I shall regain what I have lost. Don’t worry about me, Xi has already begun to assist me on that journey.” He says, taking a deep breath, taking his sword out of its sheath.
“Hm,” He closes his wrinkle-rimmed eyes and bobs his head slightly in quiet contemplation. “You keep your blade close.” He says, his eyes still shut, “Close for a time of peace.”
He lets the sword swing, the chain keeping it firmly clasped to his arm as the gem at the center of the hilt seems to softly glow a blood orange “I hope a time of peace is soon to come.”
He opens his eyes and turns his head sideways to get a better look at you with one eye, “It will never be more peaceful than it is here and now, friend. Not on this earth. Look around. I see no blades pointed at your heart. Why let one weigh down your arm?”
His cheer brimming eyes immediately turn somber and dark. He speaks and his harsh voice is softened by sadness, “So you have lost your life. For if you cannot remember your days, then days of your life have been lost to you. I am deeply sorry.”
He shakes his head, a soft smile on his face “Those memories are yet to return to me, but return they will, with time I shall regain what I have lost. Don’t worry about me, Xi has already begun to assist me on that journey.” He says, taking a deep breath, taking his sword out of its sheath.
“Hm,” He closes his wrinkle-rimmed eyes and bobs his head slightly in quiet contemplation. “You keep your blade close.” He says, his eyes still shut, “Close for a time of peace.”
He lets the sword swing, the chain keeping it firmly clasped to his arm as the gem at the center of the hilt seems to softly glow a blood orange “I hope a time of peace is soon to come.”
He opens his eyes and turns his head sideways to get a better look at you with one eye, “It will never be more peaceful than it is here and now, friend. Not on this earth. Look around. I see no blades pointed at your heart. Why let one weigh down your arm?”
"That I do not know either, I cannot remove it from myself." He pulls up his bandages, revealing the chain attached to the blade to be fused with his arm (Think Krato's chaos blades) "I feel some familiarity with it, I don't remember from what, but I do not want to lose it."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
His cheer brimming eyes immediately turn somber and dark. He speaks and his harsh voice is softened by sadness, “So you have lost your life. For if you cannot remember your days, then days of your life have been lost to you. I am deeply sorry.”
He shakes his head, a soft smile on his face “Those memories are yet to return to me, but return they will, with time I shall regain what I have lost. Don’t worry about me, Xi has already begun to assist me on that journey.” He says, taking a deep breath, taking his sword out of its sheath.
“Hm,” He closes his wrinkle-rimmed eyes and bobs his head slightly in quiet contemplation. “You keep your blade close.” He says, his eyes still shut, “Close for a time of peace.”
He lets the sword swing, the chain keeping it firmly clasped to his arm as the gem at the center of the hilt seems to softly glow a blood orange “I hope a time of peace is soon to come.”
He opens his eyes and turns his head sideways to get a better look at you with one eye, “It will never be more peaceful than it is here and now, friend. Not on this earth. Look around. I see no blades pointed at your heart. Why let one weigh down your arm?”
"That I do not know either, I cannot remove it from myself." He pulls up his bandages, revealing the chain attached to the blade to be fused with his arm (Think Krato's chaos blades) "I feel some familiarity with it, I don't remember from what, but I do not want to lose it."
His eyes widen a little and then they narrow. “You are shackled by the burden of war. When do you begin and the weapon end?” He tucks his bill in close to his chest and seems to be considering something. “I believe I may be able to help you retrieve your memories, if you wish.”
His cheer brimming eyes immediately turn somber and dark. He speaks and his harsh voice is softened by sadness, “So you have lost your life. For if you cannot remember your days, then days of your life have been lost to you. I am deeply sorry.”
He shakes his head, a soft smile on his face “Those memories are yet to return to me, but return they will, with time I shall regain what I have lost. Don’t worry about me, Xi has already begun to assist me on that journey.” He says, taking a deep breath, taking his sword out of its sheath.
“Hm,” He closes his wrinkle-rimmed eyes and bobs his head slightly in quiet contemplation. “You keep your blade close.” He says, his eyes still shut, “Close for a time of peace.”
He lets the sword swing, the chain keeping it firmly clasped to his arm as the gem at the center of the hilt seems to softly glow a blood orange “I hope a time of peace is soon to come.”
He opens his eyes and turns his head sideways to get a better look at you with one eye, “It will never be more peaceful than it is here and now, friend. Not on this earth. Look around. I see no blades pointed at your heart. Why let one weigh down your arm?”
"That I do not know either, I cannot remove it from myself." He pulls up his bandages, revealing the chain attached to the blade to be fused with his arm (Think Krato's chaos blades) "I feel some familiarity with it, I don't remember from what, but I do not want to lose it."
His eyes widen a little and then they narrow. “You are shackled by the burden of war. When do you begin and the weapon end?” He tucks his bill in close to his chest and seems to be considering something. “I believe I may be able to help you retrieve your memories, if you wish.”
He nods "If you can find a way I will forever be in you debt, Xi took the attempt but all they found was a chest within my mind, and when they opened it, they seemed to be ejected from within by some force."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*dang it's been a hot minute since I've been on here. Hows the good crew of this fine vessel doing?*
*This thread has died about four times, but it always comes back, because the Notched Blades last forever.*
*good to hear Jack Oliver will never die*
*speaking of, if nothic is ever on here if someone could tell them for me that I hand over all Jack Oliver privileges as I am no longer active and Jack would make a good dmpc cause he is an offical member of the notched blades*
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Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
*dang it's been a hot minute since I've been on here. Hows the good crew of this fine vessel doing?*
*This thread has died about four times, but it always comes back, because the Notched Blades last forever.*
*good to hear Jack Oliver will never die*
*speaking of, if nothic is ever on here if someone could tell them for me that I hand over all Jack Oliver privileges as I am no longer active and Jack would make a good dmpc cause he is an offical member of the notched blades*
*Nothic is occasionally on here, and sucks that you wont be active anymore for rping and stuff. I made a cowboy thread based on Buttons' and you being on it woulda been awesome.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
His cheer brimming eyes immediately turn somber and dark. He speaks and his harsh voice is softened by sadness, “So you have lost your life. For if you cannot remember your days, then days of your life have been lost to you. I am deeply sorry.”
He shakes his head, a soft smile on his face “Those memories are yet to return to me, but return they will, with time I shall regain what I have lost. Don’t worry about me, Xi has already begun to assist me on that journey.” He says, taking a deep breath, taking his sword out of its sheath.
“Hm,” He closes his wrinkle-rimmed eyes and bobs his head slightly in quiet contemplation. “You keep your blade close.” He says, his eyes still shut, “Close for a time of peace.”
He lets the sword swing, the chain keeping it firmly clasped to his arm as the gem at the center of the hilt seems to softly glow a blood orange “I hope a time of peace is soon to come.”
He opens his eyes and turns his head sideways to get a better look at you with one eye, “It will never be more peaceful than it is here and now, friend. Not on this earth. Look around. I see no blades pointed at your heart. Why let one weigh down your arm?”
"That I do not know either, I cannot remove it from myself." He pulls up his bandages, revealing the chain attached to the blade to be fused with his arm (Think Krato's chaos blades) "I feel some familiarity with it, I don't remember from what, but I do not want to lose it."
His eyes widen a little and then they narrow. “You are shackled by the burden of war. When do you begin and the weapon end?” He tucks his bill in close to his chest and seems to be considering something. “I believe I may be able to help you retrieve your memories, if you wish.”
He nods "If you can find a way I will forever be in you debt, Xi took the attempt but all they found was a chest within my mind, and when they opened it, they seemed to be ejected from within by some force."
“I plumb the depths for the souls of the drowned. I should be able to fish for secrets and memories.” He shudders and opens his beak. It swings wider and wider and wider until you stare into a deep pit that smells strongly of salt water and shadow. A pool of inky black water has pooled in the bottom of his bill. “Enter…”
“I plumb the depths for the souls of the drowned. I should be able to fish for secrets and memories.” He shudders and opens his beak. It swings wider and wider and wider until you stare into a deep pit that smells strongly of salt water and shadow. A pool of inky black water has pooled in the bottom of his bill. “Enter…”
He shrugs and jumps inside without much questioning, he can assume weirder has happened in his life, but he'll have to find out.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
“I plumb the depths for the souls of the drowned. I should be able to fish for secrets and memories.” He shudders and opens his beak. It swings wider and wider and wider until you stare into a deep pit that smells strongly of salt water and shadow. A pool of inky black water has pooled in the bottom of his bill. “Enter…”
He shrugs and jumps inside without much questioning, he can assume weirder has happened in his life, but he'll have to find out.
You are blanketed in a soul chilling darkness. It is the cold of ancient depths that have long forgotten the warmth of the sun. You sink through this ocean-like void, completely able to breath but your movements are slowed by a feeling like water that presses in on you from all sides. You descend into this pure deepness and feel the touch of slimy strands futilely trying to constrict around your arms and legs. As you tear at it you find it to be thick clumps of seaweed.
A loud thumping sound begins to grow. It reverberates throughout the depths with the steady rhythm of a heartbeat. Thump Thump, Thump Thump, Thump Thump...
Then you feel something move by you. Thump Thump You don't see it yet and it hasn't touched you but you know deep inside of you that something massive has come very, very close to your being. Thump Thump
That's when a huge face appears in the darkness. Thump Thump It is monkey-like with wide eyes, a snub nose, rounded in shape, and a wide mouth filled with needle sharp teeth. Thump Thump Knobby shoulders follow behind it and two long, slender arms wrapped tightly in muscle are held below. Thump Thump A serpentine tale covered in green fish scales twists through the shadows behind it. Thump Thump
“I plumb the depths for the souls of the drowned. I should be able to fish for secrets and memories.” He shudders and opens his beak. It swings wider and wider and wider until you stare into a deep pit that smells strongly of salt water and shadow. A pool of inky black water has pooled in the bottom of his bill. “Enter…”
He shrugs and jumps inside without much questioning, he can assume weirder has happened in his life, but he'll have to find out.
You are blanketed in a soul chilling darkness. It is the cold of ancient depths that have long forgotten the warmth of the sun. You sink through this ocean-like void, completely able to breath but your movements are slowed by a feeling like water that presses in on you from all sides. You descend into this pure deepness and feel the touch of slimy strands futilely trying to constrict around your arms and legs. As you tear at it you find it to be thick clumps of seaweed.
A loud thumping sound begins to grow. It reverberates throughout the depths with the steady rhythm of a heartbeat. Thump Thump, Thump Thump, Thump Thump...
Then you feel something move by you. Thump Thump You don't see it yet and it hasn't touched you but you know deep inside of you that something massive has come very, very close to your being. Thump Thump
That's when a huge face appears in the darkness. Thump Thump It is monkey-like with wide eyes, a snub nose, rounded in shape, and a wide mouth filled with needle sharp teeth. Thump Thump Knobby shoulders follow behind it and two long, slender arms wrapped tightly in muscle are held below. Thump Thump A serpentine tale covered in green fish scales twists through the shadows behind it. Thump Thump
He looks to the face without fear, steeling himself to whatever this creature may be. He clasps his broken blade in hand, the blood orange gem radiating a soft heat as well as himself. His eyes shine with unknown knowledge.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
“I plumb the depths for the souls of the drowned. I should be able to fish for secrets and memories.” He shudders and opens his beak. It swings wider and wider and wider until you stare into a deep pit that smells strongly of salt water and shadow. A pool of inky black water has pooled in the bottom of his bill. “Enter…”
He shrugs and jumps inside without much questioning, he can assume weirder has happened in his life, but he'll have to find out.
You are blanketed in a soul chilling darkness. It is the cold of ancient depths that have long forgotten the warmth of the sun. You sink through this ocean-like void, completely able to breath but your movements are slowed by a feeling like water that presses in on you from all sides. You descend into this pure deepness and feel the touch of slimy strands futilely trying to constrict around your arms and legs. As you tear at it you find it to be thick clumps of seaweed.
A loud thumping sound begins to grow. It reverberates throughout the depths with the steady rhythm of a heartbeat. Thump Thump, Thump Thump, Thump Thump...
Then you feel something move by you. Thump Thump You don't see it yet and it hasn't touched you but you know deep inside of you that something massive has come very, very close to your being. Thump Thump
That's when a huge face appears in the darkness. Thump Thump It is monkey-like with wide eyes, a snub nose, rounded in shape, and a wide mouth filled with needle sharp teeth. Thump Thump Knobby shoulders follow behind it and two long, slender arms wrapped tightly in muscle are held below. Thump Thump A serpentine tale covered in green fish scales twists through the shadows behind it. Thump Thump
He looks to the face without fear, steeling himself to whatever this creature may be. He clasps his broken blade in hand, the blood orange gem radiating a soft heat as well as himself. His eyes shine with unknown knowledge.
You feel the voice of this creature all around you, “Geralt, you have lost your life. May I seek to find it?”
*speaking of, if nothic is ever on here if someone could tell them for me that I hand over all Jack Oliver privileges as I am no longer active and Jack would make a good dmpc cause he is an offical member of the notched blades*
*I’m also not on here all that much, so you’re free to keep Jack Oliver for whenever you drop by. I wouldn’t know how to roleplay someone else’s character.*
He shakes his head, a soft smile on his face “Those memories are yet to return to me, but return they will, with time I shall regain what I have lost. Don’t worry about me, Xi has already begun to assist me on that journey.” He says, taking a deep breath, taking his sword out of its sheath.
“Hm,” He closes his wrinkle-rimmed eyes and bobs his head slightly in quiet contemplation. “You keep your blade close.” He says, his eyes still shut, “Close for a time of peace.”
*I have to disappear for now but I can continue this sporadically throughout the day.*
He lets the sword swing, the chain keeping it firmly clasped to his arm as the gem at the center of the hilt seems to softly glow a blood orange “I hope a time of peace is soon to come.”
He opens his eyes and turns his head sideways to get a better look at you with one eye, “It will never be more peaceful than it is here and now, friend. Not on this earth. Look around. I see no blades pointed at your heart. Why let one weigh down your arm?”
"That I do not know either, I cannot remove it from myself." He pulls up his bandages, revealing the chain attached to the blade to be fused with his arm (Think Krato's chaos blades) "I feel some familiarity with it, I don't remember from what, but I do not want to lose it."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
His eyes widen a little and then they narrow. “You are shackled by the burden of war. When do you begin and the weapon end?” He tucks his bill in close to his chest and seems to be considering something. “I believe I may be able to help you retrieve your memories, if you wish.”
*dang it's been a hot minute since I've been on here. Hows the good crew of this fine vessel doing?*
Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
He nods "If you can find a way I will forever be in you debt, Xi took the attempt but all they found was a chest within my mind, and when they opened it, they seemed to be ejected from within by some force."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*This thread has died about four times, but it always comes back, because the Notched Blades last forever.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*good to hear Jack Oliver will never die*
*speaking of, if nothic is ever on here if someone could tell them for me that I hand over all Jack Oliver privileges as I am no longer active and Jack would make a good dmpc cause he is an offical member of the notched blades*
Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
*Nothic is occasionally on here, and sucks that you wont be active anymore for rping and stuff. I made a cowboy thread based on Buttons' and you being on it woulda been awesome.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“I plumb the depths for the souls of the drowned. I should be able to fish for secrets and memories.” He shudders and opens his beak. It swings wider and wider and wider until you stare into a deep pit that smells strongly of salt water and shadow. A pool of inky black water has pooled in the bottom of his bill. “Enter…”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
He shrugs and jumps inside without much questioning, he can assume weirder has happened in his life, but he'll have to find out.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
You are blanketed in a soul chilling darkness. It is the cold of ancient depths that have long forgotten the warmth of the sun. You sink through this ocean-like void, completely able to breath but your movements are slowed by a feeling like water that presses in on you from all sides. You descend into this pure deepness and feel the touch of slimy strands futilely trying to constrict around your arms and legs. As you tear at it you find it to be thick clumps of seaweed.
A loud thumping sound begins to grow. It reverberates throughout the depths with the steady rhythm of a heartbeat. Thump Thump, Thump Thump, Thump Thump...
Then you feel something move by you. Thump Thump You don't see it yet and it hasn't touched you but you know deep inside of you that something massive has come very, very close to your being. Thump Thump
That's when a huge face appears in the darkness. Thump Thump It is monkey-like with wide eyes, a snub nose, rounded in shape, and a wide mouth filled with needle sharp teeth. Thump Thump Knobby shoulders follow behind it and two long, slender arms wrapped tightly in muscle are held below. Thump Thump A serpentine tale covered in green fish scales twists through the shadows behind it. Thump Thump
He looks to the face without fear, steeling himself to whatever this creature may be. He clasps his broken blade in hand, the blood orange gem radiating a soft heat as well as himself. His eyes shine with unknown knowledge.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
You feel the voice of this creature all around you, “Geralt, you have lost your life. May I seek to find it?”
He takes a deep breath, in mind and body before saying to them "Yes, I would like to find the life I lost."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I’m also not on here all that much, so you’re free to keep Jack Oliver for whenever you drop by. I wouldn’t know how to roleplay someone else’s character.*
*Completely understandable, and I trust your judgement.*
*I’m brainstorming some new DMPCs to use whenever I’m on. Feels like the old ones have lost their depth as the thread has aged.*
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