*Arämil's face has gone blank, and his mouth is twitching a bit at the corner.*
"This situation has officially become too weird for me, so I'm just going to walk away."
*He walks off to his quarters and shuts the door behind him, but quickly opens it a crack.*
"Oh, Alex, could you let me know if Lord Longfoot has any missions available? I've been dying to do some 'dirty work', as you call it."
*He shuts the door once more.*
Lith stares at Alex, unflinching.
"Okay my non-human friend I must inform you I have a mild dislike of constructs and the sort."
"Okay. What are you gonna do? Smash my skull? Because I would prefer you not. You see, I cannot die. I would just exist as fragments forever."
"No that's part of the reason I hate you but what I am doing is proposing a truce. you don't piss me of we get along."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
*Arämil's face has gone blank, and his mouth is twitching a bit at the corner.*
"This situation has officially become too weird for me, so I'm just going to walk away."
*He walks off to his quarters and shuts the door behind him, but quickly opens it a crack.*
"Oh, Alex, could you let me know if Lord Longfoot has any missions available? I've been dying to do some 'dirty work', as you call it."
*He shuts the door once more.*
Lith stares at Alex, unflinching.
"Okay my non-human friend I must inform you I have a mild dislike of constructs and the sort."
"Okay. What are you gonna do? Smash my skull? Because I would prefer you not. You see, I cannot die. I would just exist as fragments forever."
*Arämil opens his door yet again.*
"Don't worry, if he tries anything I'll put you back together. My specialty is crafting and blacksmithing, especially when it comes to magic items."
*He closes the door for the third time.*
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
*Arämil's face has gone blank, and his mouth is twitching a bit at the corner.*
"This situation has officially become too weird for me, so I'm just going to walk away."
*He walks off to his quarters and shuts the door behind him, but quickly opens it a crack.*
"Oh, Alex, could you let me know if Lord Longfoot has any missions available? I've been dying to do some 'dirty work', as you call it."
*He shuts the door once more.*
Lith stares at Alex, unflinching.
"Okay my non-human friend I must inform you I have a mild dislike of constructs and the sort."
"Okay. What are you gonna do? Smash my skull? Because I would prefer you not. You see, I cannot die. I would just exist as fragments forever."
"No that's part of the reason I hate you but what I am doing is proposing a truce. you don't piss me of we get along."
"Mkay." Lith shrugs. "Admittedly I can't do anything to harm you physically, for I would shatter immediately. However if you break me then your dreams will forever be turned into nightmares home to your greatest, deepest fears. You will never want to sleep again. So, don't harm me, and we will get along."
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
*Arämil's face has gone blank, and his mouth is twitching a bit at the corner.*
"This situation has officially become too weird for me, so I'm just going to walk away."
*He walks off to his quarters and shuts the door behind him, but quickly opens it a crack.*
"Oh, Alex, could you let me know if Lord Longfoot has any missions available? I've been dying to do some 'dirty work', as you call it."
*He shuts the door once more.*
Lith stares at Alex, unflinching.
"Okay my non-human friend I must inform you I have a mild dislike of constructs and the sort."
"Okay. What are you gonna do? Smash my skull? Because I would prefer you not. You see, I cannot die. I would just exist as fragments forever."
"No that's part of the reason I hate you but what I am doing is proposing a truce. you don't piss me of we get along."
"Mkay." Lith shrugs. "Admittedly I can't do anything to harm you physically, for I would shatter immediately. However if you break me then your dreams will forever be turned into nightmares home to your greatest, deepest fears. You will never want to sleep again. So, don't harm me, and we will get along."
he smirks at her "don't worry" he points to his head "got all that and more going on up in here."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
*Arämil's face has gone blank, and his mouth is twitching a bit at the corner.*
"This situation has officially become too weird for me, so I'm just going to walk away."
*He walks off to his quarters and shuts the door behind him, but quickly opens it a crack.*
"Oh, Alex, could you let me know if Lord Longfoot has any missions available? I've been dying to do some 'dirty work', as you call it."
*He shuts the door once more.*
Lith stares at Alex, unflinching.
"Okay my non-human friend I must inform you I have a mild dislike of constructs and the sort."
"Okay. What are you gonna do? Smash my skull? Because I would prefer you not. You see, I cannot die. I would just exist as fragments forever."
"No that's part of the reason I hate you but what I am doing is proposing a truce. you don't piss me of we get along."
"Mkay." Lith shrugs. "Admittedly I can't do anything to harm you physically, for I would shatter immediately. However if you break me then your dreams will forever be turned into nightmares home to your greatest, deepest fears. You will never want to sleep again. So, don't harm me, and we will get along."
he smirks at her "don't worry" he points to his head "got all that and more going on up in here."
Lith doesn't smile. In fact, she seems incapable of smiling. "Good for you. Now, can you show me around?"
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
*Arämil's face has gone blank, and his mouth is twitching a bit at the corner.*
"This situation has officially become too weird for me, so I'm just going to walk away."
*He walks off to his quarters and shuts the door behind him, but quickly opens it a crack.*
"Oh, Alex, could you let me know if Lord Longfoot has any missions available? I've been dying to do some 'dirty work', as you call it."
*He shuts the door once more.*
Lith stares at Alex, unflinching.
"Okay my non-human friend I must inform you I have a mild dislike of constructs and the sort."
"Okay. What are you gonna do? Smash my skull? Because I would prefer you not. You see, I cannot die. I would just exist as fragments forever."
"No that's part of the reason I hate you but what I am doing is proposing a truce. you don't piss me of we get along."
"Mkay." Lith shrugs. "Admittedly I can't do anything to harm you physically, for I would shatter immediately. However if you break me then your dreams will forever be turned into nightmares home to your greatest, deepest fears. You will never want to sleep again. So, don't harm me, and we will get along."
he smirks at her "don't worry" he points to his head "got all that and more going on up in here."
Lith doesn't smile. In fact, she seems incapable of smiling. "Good for you. Now, can you show me around?"
he steps back and grins "sure."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
An aaracockra that looks like a falcon walks into the guild.
"Hey, I'm Alex and this is the frosted glass guild."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
*Arämil's face has gone blank, and his mouth is twitching a bit at the corner.*
"This situation has officially become too weird for me, so I'm just going to walk away."
*He walks off to his quarters and shuts the door behind him, but quickly opens it a crack.*
"Oh, Alex, could you let me know if Lord Longfoot has any missions available? I've been dying to do some 'dirty work', as you call it."
*He shuts the door once more.*
Lith stares at Alex, unflinching.
"Okay my non-human friend I must inform you I have a mild dislike of constructs and the sort."
"Okay. What are you gonna do? Smash my skull? Because I would prefer you not. You see, I cannot die. I would just exist as fragments forever."
"No that's part of the reason I hate you but what I am doing is proposing a truce. you don't piss me of we get along."
"Mkay." Lith shrugs. "Admittedly I can't do anything to harm you physically, for I would shatter immediately. However if you break me then your dreams will forever be turned into nightmares home to your greatest, deepest fears. You will never want to sleep again. So, don't harm me, and we will get along."
he smirks at her "don't worry" he points to his head "got all that and more going on up in here."
Lith doesn't smile. In fact, she seems incapable of smiling. "Good for you. Now, can you show me around?"
he steps back and grins "sure."
"If there is a ladies room I would like to use that." *i kinda want her to have a British accent*
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(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
An aaracockra that looks like a falcon walks into the guild.
"Hey, I'm Alex and this is the frosted glass guild."
“I noticed.” He has a way of speaking that sounds cool and calculated, and very smart. “I’m Levin. Levin Westlight. You may have heard of me, I’m a famous rogue.”
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
*Arämil's face has gone blank, and his mouth is twitching a bit at the corner.*
"This situation has officially become too weird for me, so I'm just going to walk away."
*He walks off to his quarters and shuts the door behind him, but quickly opens it a crack.*
"Oh, Alex, could you let me know if Lord Longfoot has any missions available? I've been dying to do some 'dirty work', as you call it."
*He shuts the door once more.*
Lith stares at Alex, unflinching.
"Okay my non-human friend I must inform you I have a mild dislike of constructs and the sort."
"Okay. What are you gonna do? Smash my skull? Because I would prefer you not. You see, I cannot die. I would just exist as fragments forever."
"No that's part of the reason I hate you but what I am doing is proposing a truce. you don't piss me of we get along."
"Mkay." Lith shrugs. "Admittedly I can't do anything to harm you physically, for I would shatter immediately. However if you break me then your dreams will forever be turned into nightmares home to your greatest, deepest fears. You will never want to sleep again. So, don't harm me, and we will get along."
he smirks at her "don't worry" he points to his head "got all that and more going on up in here."
Lith doesn't smile. In fact, she seems incapable of smiling. "Good for you. Now, can you show me around?"
he steps back and grins "sure."
"If there is a ladies room I would like to use that." *i kinda want her to have a British accent*
he points over to the left "that way is the lodgings there should be a bathroom there."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
An aaracockra that looks like a falcon walks into the guild.
"Hey, I'm Alex and this is the frosted glass guild."
“I noticed.” He has a way of speaking that sounds cool and calculated, and very smart. “I’m Levin. Levin Westlight. You may have heard of me, I’m a famous rogue.”
"No, not really. then again not very many non-guild member thieves are worth energy remembering."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
An aaracockra that looks like a falcon walks into the guild.
"Hey, I'm Alex and this is the frosted glass guild."
“I noticed.” He has a way of speaking that sounds cool and calculated, and very smart. “I’m Levin. Levin Westlight. You may have heard of me, I’m a famous rogue.”
"No, not really. then again not very many non-guild member thieves are worth energy remembering."
“I fit into a whole other category. I’m not a thief, I’m a master.”
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
An aaracockra that looks like a falcon walks into the guild.
"Hey, I'm Alex and this is the frosted glass guild."
“I noticed.” He has a way of speaking that sounds cool and calculated, and very smart. “I’m Levin. Levin Westlight. You may have heard of me, I’m a famous rogue.”
"No, not really. then again not very many non-guild member thieves are worth energy remembering."
“I fit into a whole other category. I’m not a thief, I’m a master.”
"Yeah sure."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
An aaracockra that looks like a falcon walks into the guild.
"Hey, I'm Alex and this is the frosted glass guild."
“I noticed.” He has a way of speaking that sounds cool and calculated, and very smart. “I’m Levin. Levin Westlight. You may have heard of me, I’m a famous rogue.”
"No, not really. then again not very many non-guild member thieves are worth energy remembering."
“I fit into a whole other category. I’m not a thief, I’m a master.”
"Yeah sure."
“Was that sarcasm?”
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
An aaracockra that looks like a falcon walks into the guild.
"Hey, I'm Alex and this is the frosted glass guild."
“I noticed.” He has a way of speaking that sounds cool and calculated, and very smart. “I’m Levin. Levin Westlight. You may have heard of me, I’m a famous rogue.”
"No, not really. then again not very many non-guild member thieves are worth energy remembering."
“I fit into a whole other category. I’m not a thief, I’m a master.”
"Yeah sure."
“Was that sarcasm?”
he mutters under his breath "Am I really expected to work with such idiots?"
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
"No that's part of the reason I hate you but what I am doing is proposing a truce. you don't piss me of we get along."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*yep*
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*Arämil opens his door yet again.*
"Don't worry, if he tries anything I'll put you back together. My specialty is crafting and blacksmithing, especially when it comes to magic items."
*He closes the door for the third time.*
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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"Mkay." Lith shrugs. "Admittedly I can't do anything to harm you physically, for I would shatter immediately. However if you break me then your dreams will forever be turned into nightmares home to your greatest, deepest fears. You will never want to sleep again. So, don't harm me, and we will get along."
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
OOPS SPINTHARISCOPE SPINTHARISCOPE!
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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Is homebrew allowed?
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
he smirks at her "don't worry" he points to his head "got all that and more going on up in here."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
Lith doesn't smile. In fact, she seems incapable of smiling. "Good for you. Now, can you show me around?"
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
he steps back and grins "sure."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
An aaracockra that looks like a falcon walks into the guild.
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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"Hey, I'm Alex and this is the frosted glass guild."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"If there is a ladies room I would like to use that." *i kinda want her to have a British accent*
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
“I noticed.” He has a way of speaking that sounds cool and calculated, and very smart. “I’m Levin. Levin Westlight. You may have heard of me, I’m a famous rogue.”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
he points over to the left "that way is the lodgings there should be a bathroom there."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"No, not really. then again not very many non-guild member thieves are worth energy remembering."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“I fit into a whole other category. I’m not a thief, I’m a master.”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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"Yeah sure."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“Was that sarcasm?”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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he mutters under his breath "Am I really expected to work with such idiots?"
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*glass Glass GlAss?*