You stumble upon a strange scene. A large dinner table has been set out in the middle of the forest. Glittering finery adorns the table to a point of excess. Every spoon is exquisitely jeweled, every goblet is brimming with fine, shimmering wine. Golden platters are overladen with the bounties of the harvest. Mouth watering dishes pile up in terribly unnecessary mounds.
There are many seats, no, thrones around the table but only three are filled. At the head of the table sits a handsome man in a purple suit. On his head is a massive top hat and on top of the hat is a crown. Next to him sits a clockwork rabbit. Tall and intricately carved with gold, the rabbit shines in the glow of the candlelight that illuminates the table. It looks at you with ruby eyes. On the other side of hat crowned man sits a wonderously round fellow covered in smooth, grey fur. He seems barely able to keep his eyes open and he holds a pair of eye glasses loosely in one hand.
The hat crowned man notices you and waves a white gloved hand. "Welcome traveler! Why don't you join us at our meal? There are plenty of seats and there is far too much for us three to eat!"
On the side of the Keep stands a single wooden barrel, slightly at an angle because of the hill the Keep sits on.
The beating of the dragons wings as it approaches send small debris flying. Including, potentially the barrel.
The barrel, a good size, easily able to hold a grown human, doesn't budge. The thick lid on top sits slightly ajar though, and the dragon-made wind slides it further open, revealing a dark, unidentifiable liquid. That might be why it didn't move.
The dragon lands, the sound of stone and wood slightly cracking from the weight but not fully failing. It smells the liquid and puts the cover back, before grabbing the barrel and bringing it to a lower level.
The liquid smells like plain drinking water, with a slight, slight sweetness.
Once set back down (I'm assuming that's what happens), the lid pops open of its own accord yet again. This time, a few delicious looking red apples bob in the water, glistening in the low light. The wooden lid, upon closer inspection, has a carved inscription in it, reading "DON'T CHEAT."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
Another dark wooden barrel sits somewhere in the woods, definitely out of place.
A large, orange hunting hound with pointed ears and a fox tail sniffs around the barrel.
It smells like wood, water, and sweetness. The lid suddenly slides off the side, landing in a leaning position and conveniently forming a small ramp to the open top for the hound.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
On the side of the Keep stands a single wooden barrel, slightly at an angle because of the hill the Keep sits on.
The beating of the dragons wings as it approaches send small debris flying. Including, potentially the barrel.
The barrel, a good size, easily able to hold a grown human, doesn't budge. The thick lid on top sits slightly ajar though, and the dragon-made wind slides it further open, revealing a dark, unidentifiable liquid. That might be why it didn't move.
The dragon lands, the sound of stone and wood slightly cracking from the weight but not fully failing. It smells the liquid and puts the cover back, before grabbing the barrel and bringing it to a lower level.
The liquid smells like plain drinking water, with a slight, slight sweetness.
Once set back down (I'm assuming that's what happens), the lid pops open of its own accord yet again. This time, a few delicious looking red apples bob in the water, glistening in the low light. The wooden lid, upon closer inspection, has a carved inscription in it, reading "DON'T CHEAT."
“If you plan on eating me through deception, know that death goes two ways.” They lower their beak like snout and try to grab one of the apples.
Another dark wooden barrel sits somewhere in the woods, definitely out of place.
A large, orange hunting hound with pointed ears and a fox tail sniffs around the barrel.
It smells like wood, water, and sweetness. The lid suddenly slides off the side, landing in a leaning position and conveniently forming a small ramp to the open top for the hound.
It takes a step back before tentatively taking the step up to look down into the barrel.
*I am writing a combination between Captain America and Mewtwo right now.*
*He was cloned from the flesh of a titan with the intent of creating the perfect soldier. Physically, he was flawless. Mentally, however, he was a bit too altruistic.*
*He wields a cursed sword forged by his progenitor. He is one of the very few able to even temporarily remove the cloth wrapping due to his genetic similarity to its creator. The cloth was originally put on as a symbolic act: the war is over, and we need not use these sorts of weapons anymore. Of course, given that it's back in use, maybe it was a bit too soon.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I am writing a combination between Captain America and Mewtwo right now.*
*He was cloned from the flesh of a titan with the intent of creating the perfect soldier. Physically, he was flawless. Mentally, however, he was a bit too altruistic.*
*He wields a cursed sword forged by his progenitor. He is one of the very few able to even temporarily remove the cloth wrapping due to his genetic similarity to its creator. The cloth was originally put on as a symbolic act: the war is over, and we need not use these sorts of weapons anymore. Of course, given that it's back in use, maybe it was a bit too soon.*
*Sounds like a really cool character. The cloth sheath thing is really cool. I feel like there is a similar weapon from a story or legend but I can't remember it for the life of me.*
*Do you want to continue that role-play scenario we were doing a day or two ago? If not that's fine, it looked like there was a story progression.*
The young man is still lugging the massive object wrapped in linen bandages around, no destination in sight or mind
A howling wind tears across the land. Cast off leaves flap about you like broken winged bats and bright streaks of warm, disembodied, ghost lights streak across the ground. A huge grey stone rises your path. The leaves seem to gather, clumping into a humanoid form atop the rock. An orange jackolantern with a wicked grin and shining triangle eyes stares down at you. A goose feather cloak flaps in the wind around strong bare arms. The man's chest is armored in pinecone scales and birch bark boots support his large frame. Clenched in a broad fist is the shaft of a moon sickled scythe.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
The young man is still lugging the massive object wrapped in linen bandages around, no destination in sight or mind
A howling wind tears across the land. Cast off leaves flap about you like broken winged bats and bright streaks of warm, disembodied, ghost lights streak across the ground. A huge grey stone rises your path. The leaves seem to gather, clumping into a humanoid form atop the rock. An orange jackolantern with a wicked grin and shining triangle eyes stares down at you. A goose feather cloak flaps in the wind around strong bare arms. The man's chest is armored in pinecone scales and birch bark boots support his large frame. Clenched in a broad fist is the shaft of a moon sickled scythe.
He continues dragging it, sniffing the air “You dead?” He asks without looking at the figure
A young man trudges through the forest. His face covered by a laughing skull mask and the rest of his body by a long and worn cloak. For some reason, a rusty chain hangs from his neck, dragging across the ground. But that’s far from the most bizarre thing about him. That goes to the massive…thing slung across his back. Larger than him and incredibly heavy, he seems to be struggling slightly to move it, having to be partially turned around to drag it. He’s surrounded by a mist and aura of death, as spectral hands reach from the ground to claw at his feet and legs, slowing him down further. His legs are covered in old and dirty bandages, likely hiding wounds from the arms. Grumbling about: “Stupid deals. Stupid dead. Stupid death. Why me? Why did this have to be my responsibility?”
The undead girl sits in a grave in his way.
He sniffs the air “You’re dead. You should come with me.”
"Alright"
*gtg also found parent death god+ zombie chind?*
“Huh. Normally the resist and I have to bash their head in. Surprising that you just agreed.”
*Thats fine. We can continue tomorrow after I’m done with school if you want. Also yes, found parent death god + zombie child.*
*hey im back* she nods and stares off into the existence *jane doe coded*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
A young man trudges through the forest. His face covered by a laughing skull mask and the rest of his body by a long and worn cloak. For some reason, a rusty chain hangs from his neck, dragging across the ground. But that’s far from the most bizarre thing about him. That goes to the massive…thing slung across his back. Larger than him and incredibly heavy, he seems to be struggling slightly to move it, having to be partially turned around to drag it. He’s surrounded by a mist and aura of death, as spectral hands reach from the ground to claw at his feet and legs, slowing him down further. His legs are covered in old and dirty bandages, likely hiding wounds from the arms. Grumbling about: “Stupid deals. Stupid dead. Stupid death. Why me? Why did this have to be my responsibility?”
The undead girl sits in a grave in his way.
He sniffs the air “You’re dead. You should come with me.”
"Alright"
*gtg also found parent death god+ zombie chind?*
“Huh. Normally the resist and I have to bash their head in. Surprising that you just agreed.”
*Thats fine. We can continue tomorrow after I’m done with school if you want. Also yes, found parent death god + zombie child.*
*hey im back* she nods and stares off into the existence *jane doe coded*
A young man trudges through the forest. His face covered by a laughing skull mask and the rest of his body by a long and worn cloak. For some reason, a rusty chain hangs from his neck, dragging across the ground. But that’s far from the most bizarre thing about him. That goes to the massive…thing slung across his back. Larger than him and incredibly heavy, he seems to be struggling slightly to move it, having to be partially turned around to drag it. He’s surrounded by a mist and aura of death, as spectral hands reach from the ground to claw at his feet and legs, slowing him down further. His legs are covered in old and dirty bandages, likely hiding wounds from the arms. Grumbling about: “Stupid deals. Stupid dead. Stupid death. Why me? Why did this have to be my responsibility?”
The undead girl sits in a grave in his way.
He sniffs the air “You’re dead. You should come with me.”
"Alright"
*gtg also found parent death god+ zombie chind?*
“Huh. Normally the resist and I have to bash their head in. Surprising that you just agreed.”
*Thats fine. We can continue tomorrow after I’m done with school if you want. Also yes, found parent death god + zombie child.*
*hey im back* she nods and stares off into the existence *jane doe coded*
“Kid? You still with me?”
"Oh, yes."
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
The young man is still lugging the massive object wrapped in linen bandages around, no destination in sight or mind
A howling wind tears across the land. Cast off leaves flap about you like broken winged bats and bright streaks of warm, disembodied, ghost lights streak across the ground. A huge grey stone rises your path. The leaves seem to gather, clumping into a humanoid form atop the rock. An orange jackolantern with a wicked grin and shining triangle eyes stares down at you. A goose feather cloak flaps in the wind around strong bare arms. The man's chest is armored in pinecone scales and birch bark boots support his large frame. Clenched in a broad fist is the shaft of a moon sickled scythe.
He continues dragging it, sniffing the air “You dead?” He asks without looking at the figure
"Not hardly," His body dissolves into a cloud of autumn leaves that are blown down to the base of the stone where they swirl back into his form. "May I ask who you are to traverse my domain?" Candlelight flickers in his pumpkin head and his wide smile grins widely at you.
A young man trudges through the forest. His face covered by a laughing skull mask and the rest of his body by a long and worn cloak. For some reason, a rusty chain hangs from his neck, dragging across the ground. But that’s far from the most bizarre thing about him. That goes to the massive…thing slung across his back. Larger than him and incredibly heavy, he seems to be struggling slightly to move it, having to be partially turned around to drag it. He’s surrounded by a mist and aura of death, as spectral hands reach from the ground to claw at his feet and legs, slowing him down further. His legs are covered in old and dirty bandages, likely hiding wounds from the arms. Grumbling about: “Stupid deals. Stupid dead. Stupid death. Why me? Why did this have to be my responsibility?”
The undead girl sits in a grave in his way.
He sniffs the air “You’re dead. You should come with me.”
"Alright"
*gtg also found parent death god+ zombie chind?*
“Huh. Normally the resist and I have to bash their head in. Surprising that you just agreed.”
*Thats fine. We can continue tomorrow after I’m done with school if you want. Also yes, found parent death god + zombie child.*
*hey im back* she nods and stares off into the existence *jane doe coded*
“Kid? You still with me?”
"Oh, yes."
“Good. Now, how did you become undead? Was it a willing reanimation, were you forced or did you just die and then wake up or something?”
The young man is still lugging the massive object wrapped in linen bandages around, no destination in sight or mind
A howling wind tears across the land. Cast off leaves flap about you like broken winged bats and bright streaks of warm, disembodied, ghost lights streak across the ground. A huge grey stone rises your path. The leaves seem to gather, clumping into a humanoid form atop the rock. An orange jackolantern with a wicked grin and shining triangle eyes stares down at you. A goose feather cloak flaps in the wind around strong bare arms. The man's chest is armored in pinecone scales and birch bark boots support his large frame. Clenched in a broad fist is the shaft of a moon sickled scythe.
He continues dragging it, sniffing the air “You dead?” He asks without looking at the figure
"Not hardly," His body dissolves into a cloud of autumn leaves that are blown down to the base of the stone where they swirl back into his form. "May I ask who you are to traverse my domain?" Candlelight flickers in his pumpkin head and his wide smile grins widely at you.
“I got a lot of names. Better to say that we have a lot of names. But we all go by the same title. The one most known by all. We are death, or at least it’s herald.”
A young man trudges through the forest. His face covered by a laughing skull mask and the rest of his body by a long and worn cloak. For some reason, a rusty chain hangs from his neck, dragging across the ground. But that’s far from the most bizarre thing about him. That goes to the massive…thing slung across his back. Larger than him and incredibly heavy, he seems to be struggling slightly to move it, having to be partially turned around to drag it. He’s surrounded by a mist and aura of death, as spectral hands reach from the ground to claw at his feet and legs, slowing him down further. His legs are covered in old and dirty bandages, likely hiding wounds from the arms. Grumbling about: “Stupid deals. Stupid dead. Stupid death. Why me? Why did this have to be my responsibility?”
The undead girl sits in a grave in his way.
He sniffs the air “You’re dead. You should come with me.”
"Alright"
*gtg also found parent death god+ zombie chind?*
“Huh. Normally the resist and I have to bash their head in. Surprising that you just agreed.”
*Thats fine. We can continue tomorrow after I’m done with school if you want. Also yes, found parent death god + zombie child.*
*hey im back* she nods and stares off into the existence *jane doe coded*
“Kid? You still with me?”
"Oh, yes."
“Good. Now, how did you become undead? Was it a willing reanimation, were you forced or did you just die and then wake up or something?”
"I'm not sure..." she looks away blankly. "I don't remember anything before I woke up in my grave. All I have is this" she holds up an empty locket with "Felicity" written on it.
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
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A large, orange hunting hound with pointed ears and a fox tail sniffs around the barrel.
You stumble upon a strange scene. A large dinner table has been set out in the middle of the forest. Glittering finery adorns the table to a point of excess. Every spoon is exquisitely jeweled, every goblet is brimming with fine, shimmering wine. Golden platters are overladen with the bounties of the harvest. Mouth watering dishes pile up in terribly unnecessary mounds.
There are many seats, no, thrones around the table but only three are filled. At the head of the table sits a handsome man in a purple suit. On his head is a massive top hat and on top of the hat is a crown. Next to him sits a clockwork rabbit. Tall and intricately carved with gold, the rabbit shines in the glow of the candlelight that illuminates the table. It looks at you with ruby eyes. On the other side of hat crowned man sits a wonderously round fellow covered in smooth, grey fur. He seems barely able to keep his eyes open and he holds a pair of eye glasses loosely in one hand.
The hat crowned man notices you and waves a white gloved hand. "Welcome traveler! Why don't you join us at our meal? There are plenty of seats and there is far too much for us three to eat!"
The liquid smells like plain drinking water, with a slight, slight sweetness.
Once set back down (I'm assuming that's what happens), the lid pops open of its own accord yet again. This time, a few delicious looking red apples bob in the water, glistening in the low light. The wooden lid, upon closer inspection, has a carved inscription in it, reading "DON'T CHEAT."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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It smells like wood, water, and sweetness. The lid suddenly slides off the side, landing in a leaning position and conveniently forming a small ramp to the open top for the hound.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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“If you plan on eating me through deception, know that death goes two ways.” They lower their beak like snout and try to grab one of the apples.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
It takes a step back before tentatively taking the step up to look down into the barrel.
*I am writing a combination between Captain America and Mewtwo right now.*
*He was cloned from the flesh of a titan with the intent of creating the perfect soldier. Physically, he was flawless. Mentally, however, he was a bit too altruistic.*
*He wields a cursed sword forged by his progenitor. He is one of the very few able to even temporarily remove the cloth wrapping due to his genetic similarity to its creator. The cloth was originally put on as a symbolic act: the war is over, and we need not use these sorts of weapons anymore. Of course, given that it's back in use, maybe it was a bit too soon.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The young man is still lugging the massive object wrapped in linen bandages around, no destination in sight or mind
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
*Sounds like a really cool character. The cloth sheath thing is really cool. I feel like there is a similar weapon from a story or legend but I can't remember it for the life of me.*
*Do you want to continue that role-play scenario we were doing a day or two ago? If not that's fine, it looked like there was a story progression.*
A howling wind tears across the land. Cast off leaves flap about you like broken winged bats and bright streaks of warm, disembodied, ghost lights streak across the ground. A huge grey stone rises your path. The leaves seem to gather, clumping into a humanoid form atop the rock. An orange jackolantern with a wicked grin and shining triangle eyes stares down at you. A goose feather cloak flaps in the wind around strong bare arms. The man's chest is armored in pinecone scales and birch bark boots support his large frame. Clenched in a broad fist is the shaft of a moon sickled scythe.
*hey dudes wanna continue a rp or do a new one?*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
He continues dragging it, sniffing the air “You dead?” He asks without looking at the figure
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
*hey im back*
she nods and stares off into the existence
*jane doe coded*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
*If you want to continue that’s fine by me.*
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“Kid? You still with me?”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
"Oh, yes."
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"Not hardly," His body dissolves into a cloud of autumn leaves that are blown down to the base of the stone where they swirl back into his form. "May I ask who you are to traverse my domain?" Candlelight flickers in his pumpkin head and his wide smile grins widely at you.
“Good. Now, how did you become undead? Was it a willing reanimation, were you forced or did you just die and then wake up or something?”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
“I got a lot of names. Better to say that we have a lot of names. But we all go by the same title. The one most known by all. We are death, or at least it’s herald.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
"I'm not sure..." she looks away blankly. "I don't remember anything before I woke up in my grave. All I have is this" she holds up an empty locket with "Felicity" written on it.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose