Edward is in his barren room meditating, a full bottle of mead to his side and his eyes closed. He gives off a domineering but kind feeling when he is around, as if he could shatter worlds but doesn’t because he doesn’t want to hurt the animals.
From next door he can here the sound of repeated impacts, though not clear what
Edward grabs his colossal weapon and shield. He gets up after equipping himself and goes to the next door. He knocks with his heavy hands.
He sees a hand axe spilt partially through the door, though not all the way as Colin then opens the door “Sorry bout that, mate.”
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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.
Jarin walks down to the breakfast buffet, armed with a sword and shield he found in his room.
He sees Colin, armed to the goddamn teeth. Two hand axes at his side, a shield on his back, a longsword behind the shield and a bow a quiver to tie it all together
"Goddamn. You expecting an all out war or something?"
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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.
Edward is in his barren room meditating, a full bottle of mead to his side and his eyes closed. He gives off a domineering but kind feeling when he is around, as if he could shatter worlds but doesn’t because he doesn’t want to hurt the animals.
From next door he can here the sound of repeated impacts, though not clear what
Edward grabs his colossal weapon and shield. He gets up after equipping himself and goes to the next door. He knocks with his heavy hands.
He sees a hand axe spilt partially through the door, though not all the way as Colin then opens the door “Sorry bout that, mate.”
Edward smiles at Colin, as if smiling at a child who found a stick and used it as a sword, and pats his back with accidentally crushing force “No worries friend, wouldn’t have split the skin if it hit. Even if it did we’re dead anyway.”
Jarin walks down to the breakfast buffet, armed with a sword and shield he found in his room.
He sees Colin, armed to the goddamn teeth. Two hand axes at his side, a shield on his back, a longsword behind the shield and a bow a quiver to tie it all together
"Goddamn. You expecting an all out war or something?"
“I mean, kinda?”
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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.
Edward is in his barren room meditating, a full bottle of mead to his side and his eyes closed. He gives off a domineering but kind feeling when he is around, as if he could shatter worlds but doesn’t because he doesn’t want to hurt the animals.
From next door he can here the sound of repeated impacts, though not clear what
Edward grabs his colossal weapon and shield. He gets up after equipping himself and goes to the next door. He knocks with his heavy hands.
He sees a hand axe spilt partially through the door, though not all the way as Colin then opens the door “Sorry bout that, mate.”
Edward smiles at Colin, as if smiling at a child who found a stick and used it as a sword, and pats his back with accidentally crushing force “No worries friend, wouldn’t have split the skin if it hit. Even if it did we’re dead anyway.”
“Sure. I think you broke my spine, but that’s fine.”
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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.
Edward is in his barren room meditating, a full bottle of mead to his side and his eyes closed. He gives off a domineering but kind feeling when he is around, as if he could shatter worlds but doesn’t because he doesn’t want to hurt the animals.
From next door he can here the sound of repeated impacts, though not clear what
Edward grabs his colossal weapon and shield. He gets up after equipping himself and goes to the next door. He knocks with his heavy hands.
He sees a hand axe spilt partially through the door, though not all the way as Colin then opens the door “Sorry bout that, mate.”
Edward smiles at Colin, as if smiling at a child who found a stick and used it as a sword, and pats his back with accidentally crushing force “No worries friend, wouldn’t have split the skin if it hit. Even if it did we’re dead anyway.”
“Sure. I think you broke my spine, but that’s fine.”
He looks at his hand “Sorry there pal. So are you preparing for war already?”
Jarin walks down to the breakfast buffet, armed with a sword and shield he found in his room.
He sees Colin, armed to the goddamn teeth. Two hand axes at his side, a shield on his back, a longsword behind the shield and a bow a quiver to tie it all together
"Goddamn. You expecting an all out war or something?"
“I mean, kinda?”
"Well, I guess it is Vahalla. Where'd you get the extra weapons?"
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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.
Edward is in his barren room meditating, a full bottle of mead to his side and his eyes closed. He gives off a domineering but kind feeling when he is around, as if he could shatter worlds but doesn’t because he doesn’t want to hurt the animals.
From next door he can here the sound of repeated impacts, though not clear what
Edward grabs his colossal weapon and shield. He gets up after equipping himself and goes to the next door. He knocks with his heavy hands.
He sees a hand axe spilt partially through the door, though not all the way as Colin then opens the door “Sorry bout that, mate.”
Edward smiles at Colin, as if smiling at a child who found a stick and used it as a sword, and pats his back with accidentally crushing force “No worries friend, wouldn’t have split the skin if it hit. Even if it did we’re dead anyway.”
“Sure. I think you broke my spine, but that’s fine.”
He looks at his hand “Sorry there pal. So are you preparing for war already?”
“I from what I’ve seen, I need to know how to defend myself.”
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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.
Jarin walks down to the breakfast buffet, armed with a sword and shield he found in his room.
He sees Colin, armed to the goddamn teeth. Two hand axes at his side, a shield on his back, a longsword behind the shield and a bow a quiver to tie it all together
"Goddamn. You expecting an all out war or something?"
“I mean, kinda?”
"Well, I guess it is Vahalla. Where'd you get the extra weapons?"
“They were just there. Maybe it’s a son of the war god thing?”
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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.
“I from what I’ve seen, I need to know how to defend myself.”
”Well there should be a training area, even then you’ll need a training partner.”
*fun fact, there is none. It’s just wherever you want to fight* ”Ok then. Nice to meet you…It’s Edward, right?”
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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.
Jarin walks down to the breakfast buffet, armed with a sword and shield he found in his room.
He sees Colin, armed to the goddamn teeth. Two hand axes at his side, a shield on his back, a longsword behind the shield and a bow a quiver to tie it all together
"Goddamn. You expecting an all out war or something?"
“I mean, kinda?”
"Well, I guess it is Vahalla. Where'd you get the extra weapons?"
“They were just there. Maybe it’s a son of the war god thing?”
"Huh. All I found was this sword and shield in my closet. But the sword doesn't exactly feel right for me."
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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.
Jarin walks down to the breakfast buffet, armed with a sword and shield he found in his room.
He sees Colin, armed to the goddamn teeth. Two hand axes at his side, a shield on his back, a longsword behind the shield and a bow a quiver to tie it all together
"Goddamn. You expecting an all out war or something?"
“I mean, kinda?”
"Well, I guess it is Vahalla. Where'd you get the extra weapons?"
“They were just there. Maybe it’s a son of the war god thing?”
"Huh. All I found was this sword and shield in my closet. But the sword doesn't exactly feel right for me."
“Maybe you can get some better stuff? I don’t really need all of these, I could lend them to you if you want.”
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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.
“I from what I’ve seen, I need to know how to defend myself.”
”Well there should be a training area, even then you’ll need a training partner.”
*fun fact, there is none. It’s just wherever you want to fight* ”Ok then. Nice to meet you…It’s Edward, right?”
“Edward is I. Though you seemed unsure. When do you want to start?”
“Preferably later. I don’t feel like dying right now.”
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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.
Jarin walks down to the breakfast buffet, armed with a sword and shield he found in his room.
He sees Colin, armed to the goddamn teeth. Two hand axes at his side, a shield on his back, a longsword behind the shield and a bow a quiver to tie it all together
"Goddamn. You expecting an all out war or something?"
“I mean, kinda?”
"Well, I guess it is Vahalla. Where'd you get the extra weapons?"
“They were just there. Maybe it’s a son of the war god thing?”
"Huh. All I found was this sword and shield in my closet. But the sword doesn't exactly feel right for me."
“Maybe you can get some better stuff? I don’t really need all of these, I could lend them to you if you want.”
"It's fine."
He goes off in search of some sort of armory, but not before getting some eggs and toast.
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.
Jarin walks down to the breakfast buffet, armed with a sword and shield he found in his room.
He sees Colin, armed to the goddamn teeth. Two hand axes at his side, a shield on his back, a longsword behind the shield and a bow a quiver to tie it all together
"Goddamn. You expecting an all out war or something?"
“I mean, kinda?”
"Well, I guess it is Vahalla. Where'd you get the extra weapons?"
“They were just there. Maybe it’s a son of the war god thing?”
"Huh. All I found was this sword and shield in my closet. But the sword doesn't exactly feel right for me."
“Maybe you can get some better stuff? I don’t really need all of these, I could lend them to you if you want.”
"It's fine."
He goes off in search of some sort of armory, but not before getting some eggs and toast.
There’s one. All kinds of weapons, but he can tell that they are just about normal. Same as Colin’s.
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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.
“Preferably later. I don’t feel like dying right now.”
“Are you interested in some day drinking then?”
“Also no.”
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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.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
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He sees a hand axe spilt partially through the door, though not all the way as Colin then opens the door “Sorry bout that, mate.”
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
"Goddamn. You expecting an all out war or something?"
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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Edward smiles at Colin, as if smiling at a child who found a stick and used it as a sword, and pats his back with accidentally crushing force “No worries friend, wouldn’t have split the skin if it hit. Even if it did we’re dead anyway.”
“I mean, kinda?”
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
“Sure. I think you broke my spine, but that’s fine.”
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
He looks at his hand “Sorry there pal. So are you preparing for war already?”
*Character ideas whirl through head*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
"Well, I guess it is Vahalla. Where'd you get the extra weapons?"
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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“I from what I’ve seen, I need to know how to defend myself.”
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
“They were just there. Maybe it’s a son of the war god thing?”
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
”Well there should be a training area, even then you’ll need a training partner.”
*fun fact, there is none. It’s just wherever you want to fight*
”Ok then. Nice to meet you…It’s Edward, right?”
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
"Huh. All I found was this sword and shield in my closet. But the sword doesn't exactly feel right for me."
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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“Edward is I. Though you seemed unsure. When do you want to start?”
“Maybe you can get some better stuff? I don’t really need all of these, I could lend them to you if you want.”
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
“Preferably later. I don’t feel like dying right now.”
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
"It's fine."
He goes off in search of some sort of armory, but not before getting some eggs and toast.
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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“Are you interested in some day drinking then?”
There’s one. All kinds of weapons, but he can tell that they are just about normal. Same as Colin’s.
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
“Also no.”
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