*Hello, sorry for being gone for so long. IRL stuff happened that was serious.*
The Beastknight is sitting in the Keep gently petting a bunny while humming to himself.
The Jester has arrived at the Keep, and hasn't fallen into a muddy puddle since, maybe he's finally- never mind, face has entered a muddy puddle, he has tripped once more.
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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.'
*Hello, sorry for being gone for so long. IRL stuff happened that was serious.*
The Beastknight is sitting in the Keep gently petting a bunny while humming to himself.
The Jester has arrived at the Keep, and hasn't fallen into a muddy puddle since, maybe he's finally- never mind, face has entered a muddy puddle, he has tripped once more.
The Knight looks up, warily reaching for his greatsword.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hello, sorry for being gone for so long. IRL stuff happened that was serious.*
The Beastknight is sitting in the Keep gently petting a bunny while humming to himself.
The Jester has arrived at the Keep, and hasn't fallen into a muddy puddle since, maybe he's finally- never mind, face has entered a muddy puddle, he has tripped once more.
The Knight looks up, warily reaching for his greatsword.
The Jester picks himself out of the mud filled puddle, wiping the mud off his face and laughing.
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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.'
*Hello, sorry for being gone for so long. IRL stuff happened that was serious.*
The Beastknight is sitting in the Keep gently petting a bunny while humming to himself.
The Jester has arrived at the Keep, and hasn't fallen into a muddy puddle since, maybe he's finally- never mind, face has entered a muddy puddle, he has tripped once more.
The Knight looks up, warily reaching for his greatsword.
The Jester picks himself out of the mud filled puddle, wiping the mud off his face and laughing.
"Does the funny man...need....need....a handkerchief.." he says, struggling with the last word.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Leonardo and Noctis are back in the kitchen, cooking up a storm together. They make sure to leave some warm, fresh bread and milk out for their wonderful kitchen caretakers as they do so. Using the Keep as their new base for all their culinary gifts, Noctis is able to deliver more special and much needed treats to the citizens of the Autumn Country that could use a good pick me up.
*Hello, sorry for being gone for so long. IRL stuff happened that was serious.*
The Beastknight is sitting in the Keep gently petting a bunny while humming to himself.
The Jester has arrived at the Keep, and hasn't fallen into a muddy puddle since, maybe he's finally- never mind, face has entered a muddy puddle, he has tripped once more.
The Knight looks up, warily reaching for his greatsword.
The Jester picks himself out of the mud filled puddle, wiping the mud off his face and laughing.
"Does the funny man...need....need....a handkerchief.." he says, struggling with the last word.
The Jester turn to the voice "A napkin would be nice, thank you. You don't have to get me one though, I'll live with a little mud."
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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.'
*Hello, sorry for being gone for so long. IRL stuff happened that was serious.*
The Beastknight is sitting in the Keep gently petting a bunny while humming to himself.
The Jester has arrived at the Keep, and hasn't fallen into a muddy puddle since, maybe he's finally- never mind, face has entered a muddy puddle, he has tripped once more.
The Knight looks up, warily reaching for his greatsword.
The Jester picks himself out of the mud filled puddle, wiping the mud off his face and laughing.
"Does the funny man...need....need....a handkerchief.." he says, struggling with the last word.
The Jester turn to the voice "A napkin would be nice, thank you. You don't have to get me one though, I'll live with a little mud."
The Knight holds out a handkerchief.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hello, sorry for being gone for so long. IRL stuff happened that was serious.*
The Beastknight is sitting in the Keep gently petting a bunny while humming to himself.
*No worries. I hope it all worked out. I'll actually be traveling out of country this Wednesday so I'll be inactive for a little over a week as well.*
"So the fearsome warrior really does have a soft spot," says the familiar, thought-bound voice of the Librarian from behind you.
*Its....going okay..*
The Knight turns. "Hello....book man..."
*I'm sorry man. I'll be praying for you.*
"Book man?" He says with a sharply arched eyebrow over his wide spectacles. A bird is fluttering about above his head. He sighs, "Listen Beastknight. A few nights ago, the artifact known as the Frenzied Flame was placed in my care. I believe you were the one who killed its previous wielder. Am I correct?"
*Hello, sorry for being gone for so long. IRL stuff happened that was serious.*
The Beastknight is sitting in the Keep gently petting a bunny while humming to himself.
*No worries. I hope it all worked out. I'll actually be traveling out of country this Wednesday so I'll be inactive for a little over a week as well.*
"So the fearsome warrior really does have a soft spot," says the familiar, thought-bound voice of the Librarian from behind you.
*Its....going okay..*
The Knight turns. "Hello....book man..."
*I'm sorry man. I'll be praying for you.*
"Book man?" He says with a sharply arched eyebrow over his wide spectacles. A bird is fluttering about above his head. He sighs, "Listen Beastknight. A few nights ago, the artifact known as the Frenzied Flame was placed in my care. I believe you were the one who killed its previous wielder. Am I correct?"
*Thanks..*
He nods. "The Bad Man....A...Apollon.."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hello, sorry for being gone for so long. IRL stuff happened that was serious.*
The Beastknight is sitting in the Keep gently petting a bunny while humming to himself.
The Jester has arrived at the Keep, and hasn't fallen into a muddy puddle since, maybe he's finally- never mind, face has entered a muddy puddle, he has tripped once more.
The Knight looks up, warily reaching for his greatsword.
The Jester picks himself out of the mud filled puddle, wiping the mud off his face and laughing.
"Does the funny man...need....need....a handkerchief.." he says, struggling with the last word.
The Jester turn to the voice "A napkin would be nice, thank you. You don't have to get me one though, I'll live with a little mud."
The Knight holds out a handkerchief.
The Jester cleans his face with it, his mask smiling at them.
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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.'
*Hello, sorry for being gone for so long. IRL stuff happened that was serious.*
The Beastknight is sitting in the Keep gently petting a bunny while humming to himself.
The Jester has arrived at the Keep, and hasn't fallen into a muddy puddle since, maybe he's finally- never mind, face has entered a muddy puddle, he has tripped once more.
The Knight looks up, warily reaching for his greatsword.
The Jester picks himself out of the mud filled puddle, wiping the mud off his face and laughing.
"Does the funny man...need....need....a handkerchief.." he says, struggling with the last word.
The Jester turn to the voice "A napkin would be nice, thank you. You don't have to get me one though, I'll live with a little mud."
The Knight holds out a handkerchief.
The Jester cleans his face with it, his mask smiling at them.
the Knight nods, his face hidden behind his helmet.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Book man?" He says with a sharply arched eyebrow over his wide spectacles. A bird is fluttering about above his head. He sighs, "Listen Beastknight. A few nights ago, the artifact known as the Frenzied Flame was placed in my care. I believe you were the one who killed its previous wielder. Am I correct?"
*Thanks..*
He nods. "The Bad Man....A...Apollon.."
"Apollon, yes... Apollon," He hold's his chin in thought and murmurs to himself, "Apollon... possible demigod... must check for poetry... Apollon's wheel... Destroyer..." He then looks back up at you and clears his throat, "Yes, well, do you perhaps no anything of this man's history?"
"Book man?" He says with a sharply arched eyebrow over his wide spectacles. A bird is fluttering about above his head. He sighs, "Listen Beastknight. A few nights ago, the artifact known as the Frenzied Flame was placed in my care. I believe you were the one who killed its previous wielder. Am I correct?"
*Thanks..*
He nods. "The Bad Man....A...Apollon.."
"Apollon, yes... Apollon," He hold's his chin in thought and murmurs to himself, "Apollon... possible demigod... must check for poetry... Apollon's wheel... Destroyer..." He then looks back up at you and clears his throat, "Yes, well, do you perhaps no anything of this man's history?"
"Hunter.....possibly immortal....animals tell rumors of a masked man....looks like him....roaming country..."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I wouldn't recommend doing that, considering one of my characters is a crusader, but I'm not going to stop you either.*
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.)
*Hello, sorry for being gone for so long. IRL stuff happened that was serious.*
The Beastknight is sitting in the Keep gently petting a bunny while humming to himself.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Jester has arrived at the Keep, and hasn't fallen into a muddy puddle since, maybe he's finally- never mind, face has entered a muddy puddle, he has tripped once more.
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.)
The Knight looks up, warily reaching for his greatsword.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*No worries. I hope it all worked out. I'll actually be traveling out of country this Wednesday so I'll be inactive for a little over a week as well.*
"So the fearsome warrior really does have a soft spot," says the familiar, thought-bound voice of the Librarian from behind you.
*Its....going okay..*
The Knight turns. "Hello....book man..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Jester picks himself out of the mud filled puddle, wiping the mud off his face and laughing.
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.)
"Does the funny man...need....need....a handkerchief.." he says, struggling with the last word.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Leonardo and Noctis are back in the kitchen, cooking up a storm together. They make sure to leave some warm, fresh bread and milk out for their wonderful kitchen caretakers as they do so. Using the Keep as their new base for all their culinary gifts, Noctis is able to deliver more special and much needed treats to the citizens of the Autumn Country that could use a good pick me up.
The Jester turn to the voice "A napkin would be nice, thank you. You don't have to get me one though, I'll live with a little mud."
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.)
The Knight holds out a handkerchief.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I'm sorry man. I'll be praying for you.*
"Book man?" He says with a sharply arched eyebrow over his wide spectacles. A bird is fluttering about above his head. He sighs, "Listen Beastknight. A few nights ago, the artifact known as the Frenzied Flame was placed in my care. I believe you were the one who killed its previous wielder. Am I correct?"
*Thanks..*
He nods. "The Bad Man....A...Apollon.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Jester cleans his face with it, his mask smiling at them.
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.)
the Knight nods, his face hidden behind his helmet.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Thank you, can you speak or is it hard for you?"
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.)
"Apollon, yes... Apollon," He hold's his chin in thought and murmurs to himself, "Apollon... possible demigod... must check for poetry... Apollon's wheel... Destroyer..." He then looks back up at you and clears his throat, "Yes, well, do you perhaps no anything of this man's history?"
"Words....are...hard for Beastknight..." he says sadly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Hunter.....possibly immortal....animals tell rumors of a masked man....looks like him....roaming country..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Jester simply shakes his head "Don't worry, we can speak in other ways. Do you want a performance?"
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.)