A man wanders down a city street, a cigarette in his mouth. He wears dark trench coat, black vest and white dress suit, with a black tie of course and black dress pants. It’s easy to tell that he’s an exorcist, definitely not a freelance judging from his gloves. One black with a white cross and the other white with a black laughing skull, surrounded by Latin script, the symbols of the Ghosts in Heaven exorcist organization
The remnants of a dragon lurk in the shadows, pieces of metallic hide linked together by magnetic force. It talks in a slow, creaking voice. "No, my flexible friend, this one will not make a good meal. Too much fight, not enough soul. We will wait for another. After all, we have all the time in the world."
*this one's a hollow dragon and its skeleton octopus companion, protecting a powerful artifact that can bring the dead back to life*
The man looks over, somehow noticing the creatures “Normally I’m not one to pick fights, especially if I’m off duty, but did you just say I don’t have enough soul?”
A surprised "Squerble!" is heard from somewhere behind the dragon. It chuckles dryly. "It's often the case with your kind. Killing other sentients extracts a heavy toll. We require a purer heart in order to sustain ourselves. I would strongly recommend you leave us to seek one."
“Oh so now you’re threatening me? I would have gone off if you didn’t have all your snark.”
The dragon sighs tiredly. "It always comes to this. Your kind only knows fighting." It lifts off the ground and flies away, not wanting an unnecessary battle.
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
a mist rolls in, blanketing the streets. you hear the rush of water. you aren't near an ocean. you feel wet, despite being bone dry. the mist is higher now, almost to your shoulders. then you hear the creak of wood, the furling of sails. a ghostly pirate ship is sailing dow the street on an ocean of fog, a haunting sea shanty lofts on the air.
it stops in front of the dragon, a ghostly captain speaks; "we hear ye've got a, certain item that raises the dead. hand it over or say goodbye to your unlife!"
The dragon lets out another long, heavy sigh. "Squelp, I thought we talked about how this is supposed to be a secret." Another much smaller voice is heard, sounding defensive. "Squerb squerble! Squorb!" The dragon snarls. "Don't take up that tone with me, whelp. Help take care of it." It turns to the ghost ship. "Forget that knowledge. Your threats are useless. If I die, nobody will find it." The dragon lets out a threatening roar.
*intimidation check: 18*
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
A man wanders down a city street, a cigarette in his mouth. He wears dark trench coat, black vest and white dress suit, with a black tie of course and black dress pants. It’s easy to tell that he’s an exorcist, definitely not a freelance judging from his gloves. One black with a white cross and the other white with a black laughing skull, surrounded by Latin script, the symbols of the Ghosts in Heaven exorcist organization
The remnants of a dragon lurk in the shadows, pieces of metallic hide linked together by magnetic force. It talks in a slow, creaking voice. "No, my flexible friend, this one will not make a good meal. Too much fight, not enough soul. We will wait for another. After all, we have all the time in the world."
*this one's a hollow dragon and its skeleton octopus companion, protecting a powerful artifact that can bring the dead back to life*
The man looks over, somehow noticing the creatures “Normally I’m not one to pick fights, especially if I’m off duty, but did you just say I don’t have enough soul?”
A surprised "Squerble!" is heard from somewhere behind the dragon. It chuckles dryly. "It's often the case with your kind. Killing other sentients extracts a heavy toll. We require a purer heart in order to sustain ourselves. I would strongly recommend you leave us to seek one."
“Oh so now you’re threatening me? I would have gone off if you didn’t have all your snark.”
The dragon sighs tiredly. "It always comes to this. Your kind only knows fighting." It lifts off the ground and flies away, not wanting an unnecessary battle.
“And now the dragon’s a racist.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
A man wanders down a city street, a cigarette in his mouth. He wears dark trench coat, black vest and white dress suit, with a black tie of course and black dress pants. It’s easy to tell that he’s an exorcist, definitely not a freelance judging from his gloves. One black with a white cross and the other white with a black laughing skull, surrounded by Latin script, the symbols of the Ghosts in Heaven exorcist organization
The remnants of a dragon lurk in the shadows, pieces of metallic hide linked together by magnetic force. It talks in a slow, creaking voice. "No, my flexible friend, this one will not make a good meal. Too much fight, not enough soul. We will wait for another. After all, we have all the time in the world."
*this one's a hollow dragon and its skeleton octopus companion, protecting a powerful artifact that can bring the dead back to life*
The man looks over, somehow noticing the creatures “Normally I’m not one to pick fights, especially if I’m off duty, but did you just say I don’t have enough soul?”
A surprised "Squerble!" is heard from somewhere behind the dragon. It chuckles dryly. "It's often the case with your kind. Killing other sentients extracts a heavy toll. We require a purer heart in order to sustain ourselves. I would strongly recommend you leave us to seek one."
“Oh so now you’re threatening me? I would have gone off if you didn’t have all your snark.”
The dragon sighs tiredly. "It always comes to this. Your kind only knows fighting." It lifts off the ground and flies away, not wanting an unnecessary battle.
“And now the dragon’s a racist.”
"Says the man who mercilessly kills all undead."
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
A man wanders down a city street, a cigarette in his mouth. He wears dark trench coat, black vest and white dress suit, with a black tie of course and black dress pants. It’s easy to tell that he’s an exorcist, definitely not a freelance judging from his gloves. One black with a white cross and the other white with a black laughing skull, surrounded by Latin script, the symbols of the Ghosts in Heaven exorcist organization
The remnants of a dragon lurk in the shadows, pieces of metallic hide linked together by magnetic force. It talks in a slow, creaking voice. "No, my flexible friend, this one will not make a good meal. Too much fight, not enough soul. We will wait for another. After all, we have all the time in the world."
*this one's a hollow dragon and its skeleton octopus companion, protecting a powerful artifact that can bring the dead back to life*
The man looks over, somehow noticing the creatures “Normally I’m not one to pick fights, especially if I’m off duty, but did you just say I don’t have enough soul?”
A surprised "Squerble!" is heard from somewhere behind the dragon. It chuckles dryly. "It's often the case with your kind. Killing other sentients extracts a heavy toll. We require a purer heart in order to sustain ourselves. I would strongly recommend you leave us to seek one."
“Oh so now you’re threatening me? I would have gone off if you didn’t have all your snark.”
The dragon sighs tiredly. "It always comes to this. Your kind only knows fighting." It lifts off the ground and flies away, not wanting an unnecessary battle.
“And now the dragon’s a racist.”
"Says the man who mercilessly kills all undead."
“You’re still undead aren’t you? I only kill when I’m paid to.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
a mist rolls in, blanketing the streets. you hear the rush of water. you aren't near an ocean. you feel wet, despite being bone dry. the mist is higher now, almost to your shoulders. then you hear the creak of wood, the furling of sails. a ghostly pirate ship is sailing dow the street on an ocean of fog, a haunting sea shanty lofts on the air.
it stops in front of the dragon, a ghostly captain speaks; "we hear ye've got a, certain item that raises the dead. hand it over or say goodbye to your unlife!"
The dragon lets out another long, heavy sigh. "Squelp, I thought we talked about how this is supposed to be a secret." Another much smaller voice is heard, sounding defensive. "Squerb squerble! Squorb!" The dragon snarls. "Don't take up that tone with me, whelp. Help take care of it." It turns to the ghost ship. "Forget that knowledge. Your threats are useless. If I die, nobody will find it." The dragon lets out a threatening roar.
*intimidation check: 22*
the captain looks momentarily shaken
"exaclty. we wont kill you. we still have a preist on board from our last voyage. he may not be able to exorsise a soul such as yourself, but your little... beak? will do nicely"
he turns to a sheet ghost crewmate. "fech father north! make it snappy!"
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Race: Not Human. that's for sure
Class: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/general of the goose horde
Alignment: Lawful Evil
fun fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
a mist rolls in, blanketing the streets. you hear the rush of water. you aren't near an ocean. you feel wet, despite being bone dry. the mist is higher now, almost to your shoulders. then you hear the creak of wood, the furling of sails. a ghostly pirate ship is sailing dow the street on an ocean of fog, a haunting sea shanty lofts on the air.
it stops in front of the dragon, a ghostly captain speaks; "we hear ye've got a, certain item that raises the dead. hand it over or say goodbye to your unlife!"
The dragon lets out another long, heavy sigh. "Squelp, I thought we talked about how this is supposed to be a secret." Another much smaller voice is heard, sounding defensive. "Squerb squerble! Squorb!" The dragon snarls. "Don't take up that tone with me, whelp. Help take care of it." It turns to the ghost ship. "Forget that knowledge. Your threats are useless. If I die, nobody will find it." The dragon lets out a threatening roar.
*intimidation check: 22*
the captain looks momentarily shaken
"exaclty. we wont kill you. we still have a preist on board from our last voyage. he may not be able to exorsise a soul such as yourself, but your little... beak? will do nicely"
he turns to a sheet ghost crewmate. "fech father north! make it snappy!"
The dragon's kindly visage disappears. "Oh, I think you'll find that 'my little beak' is quite capable on its own." A miniscule beak drops off the dragon's shoulder, growing larger and larger until it hits the water. For a minute, nothing happens. Then an arm of water raises up out of the ocean. As the water drips off, the arm becomes harder and harder to see. The ship's main mast is snapped off, and thrown into the distance.
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
A man is walking through the city, wearing what appears to be a black suit only a butler could be suitable to wear. He seems to adjust his cuffs every few moments as he walks, an ethereal mist floating around them, their silky black hair shining softly with the mist around them. Their soft lime green eyes looking around as they have a slight smoke, small drags of what appears to be light red smoke. Likely an exorcist, his eyes shifting near constantly.
[Yo, what’s up big man! Currently at a thanksgiving party (I know I’m British, it’s a long story lol), so can’t really rp rn, but I wanted to drop in to just say hey and ask how’ve been since I don’t think I’ve spoken to you since my absence!]
[Yo, what’s up big man! Currently at a thanksgiving party (I know I’m British, it’s a long story lol), so can’t really rp rn, but I wanted to drop in to just say hey and ask how’ve been since I don’t think I’ve spoken to you since my absence!]
*Nah bro it’s good, don’t stress about it, I’ve been missing you dawg, and it’s good to see you back with the rest of the crew, and coming in with a banger thread too.*
[Yo, what’s up big man! Currently at a thanksgiving party (I know I’m British, it’s a long story lol), so can’t really rp rn, but I wanted to drop in to just say hey and ask how’ve been since I don’t think I’ve spoken to you since my absence!]
*Wait why the 9 hells is a Brit celebrating an American holiday? I need to hear this story asap man!*
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
A man is walking through the city, wearing what appears to be a black suit only a butler could be suitable to wear. He seems to adjust his cuffs every few moments as he walks, an ethereal mist floating around them, their silky black hair shining softly with the mist around them. Their soft lime green eyes looking around as they have a slight smoke, small drags of what appears to be light red smoke. Likely an exorcist, his eyes shifting near constantly.
A man is walking through the city, wearing what appears to be a black suit only a butler could be suitable to wear. He seems to adjust his cuffs every few moments as he walks, an ethereal mist floating around them, their silky black hair shining softly with the mist around them. Their soft lime green eyes looking around as they have a slight smoke, small drags of what appears to be light red smoke. Likely an exorcist, his eyes shifting near constantly.
*Yo anybody?*
*Heck it why not*
Another man bumps into him, also an Exorcist. A bit of ash from his cigarette gets on the man’s suit
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
[Yo, what’s up big man! Currently at a thanksgiving party (I know I’m British, it’s a long story lol), so can’t really rp rn, but I wanted to drop in to just say hey and ask how’ve been since I don’t think I’ve spoken to you since my absence!]
*Nah bro it’s good, don’t stress about it, I’ve been missing you dawg, and it’s good to see you back with the rest of the crew, and coming in with a banger thread too.*
[Yo, what’s up big man! Currently at a thanksgiving party (I know I’m British, it’s a long story lol), so can’t really rp rn, but I wanted to drop in to just say hey and ask how’ve been since I don’t think I’ve spoken to you since my absence!]
*Wait why the 9 hells is a Brit celebrating an American holiday? I need to hear this story asap man!*
[It isn’t actually too much of a long story lol, just been invited round to celebrate by an American family friend! The food absolutely slaps and it’s great fun, although you guys don’t have Bonfire Night. It’s kinda comparable to 4th of July, cos we do fireworks and things to celebrate our country, but the history of it is a bit different lol. Basically four hundreds years ago, some Guy literally tried to blow up our government but failed, so every year since without fail people all over the country construct huge bonfires and burn effigies of said Guy!]
[Yo, what’s up big man! Currently at a thanksgiving party (I know I’m British, it’s a long story lol), so can’t really rp rn, but I wanted to drop in to just say hey and ask how’ve been since I don’t think I’ve spoken to you since my absence!]
*Nah bro it’s good, don’t stress about it, I’ve been missing you dawg, and it’s good to see you back with the rest of the crew, and coming in with a banger thread too.*
[Yo, what’s up big man! Currently at a thanksgiving party (I know I’m British, it’s a long story lol), so can’t really rp rn, but I wanted to drop in to just say hey and ask how’ve been since I don’t think I’ve spoken to you since my absence!]
*Wait why the 9 hells is a Brit celebrating an American holiday? I need to hear this story asap man!*
[It isn’t actually too much of a long story lol, just been invited round to celebrate by an American family friend! The food absolutely slaps and it’s great fun, although you guys don’t have Bonfire Night. It’s kinda comparable to 4th of July, cos we do fireworks and things to celebrate our country, but the history of it is a bit different lol. Basically four hundreds years ago, some Guy literally tried to blow up our government but failed, so every year since without fail people all over the country construct huge bonfires and burn effigies of said Guy!]
*I read about that in an almanac. Quite the interesting day. Anyways, hope you enjoy some of our cuisine! (it’s technically your cuisine)*
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
A man is walking through the city, wearing what appears to be a black suit only a butler could be suitable to wear. He seems to adjust his cuffs every few moments as he walks, an ethereal mist floating around them, their silky black hair shining softly with the mist around them. Their soft lime green eyes looking around as they have a slight smoke, small drags of what appears to be light red smoke. Likely an exorcist, his eyes shifting near constantly.
*Yo anybody?*
*Heck it why not*
Another man bumps into him, also an Exorcist. A bit of ash from his cigarette gets on the man’s suit
He looks to the ash, one of his white gloves raising to dust it off, “Of course sir, my apologies for running into you… while remaining entirely stationary.” He says, slightly annoyed, but not all to worried by it.
A man is walking through the city, wearing what appears to be a black suit only a butler could be suitable to wear. He seems to adjust his cuffs every few moments as he walks, an ethereal mist floating around them, their silky black hair shining softly with the mist around them. Their soft lime green eyes looking around as they have a slight smoke, small drags of what appears to be light red smoke. Likely an exorcist, his eyes shifting near constantly.
*Yo anybody?*
*Heck it why not*
Another man bumps into him, also an Exorcist. A bit of ash from his cigarette gets on the man’s suit
He looks to the ash, one of his white gloves raising to dust it off, “Of course sir, my apologies for running into you… while remaining entirely stationary.” He says, slightly annoyed, but not all to worried by it.
“Maybe you need to lear how to not stand still in the middle of the sidewalk.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
A man is walking through the city, wearing what appears to be a black suit only a butler could be suitable to wear. He seems to adjust his cuffs every few moments as he walks, an ethereal mist floating around them, their silky black hair shining softly with the mist around them. Their soft lime green eyes looking around as they have a slight smoke, small drags of what appears to be light red smoke. Likely an exorcist, his eyes shifting near constantly.
*Yo anybody?*
*Heck it why not*
Another man bumps into him, also an Exorcist. A bit of ash from his cigarette gets on the man’s suit
He looks to the ash, one of his white gloves raising to dust it off, “Of course sir, my apologies for running into you… while remaining entirely stationary.” He says, slightly annoyed, but not all to worried by it.
“Maybe you need to lear how to not stand still in the middle of the sidewalk.”
He raises an eyebrow “Of course, entirely my fault. It’s hard to avoid someone I don’t want to see, considering your outfit, but that is my fault. I’ll do better next time.” He says, smirking softly, blowing more red smoke “Who might you be sir?”
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The dragon sighs tiredly. "It always comes to this. Your kind only knows fighting." It lifts off the ground and flies away, not wanting an unnecessary battle.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nail Wielder, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
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The dragon lets out another long, heavy sigh. "Squelp, I thought we talked about how this is supposed to be a secret." Another much smaller voice is heard, sounding defensive. "Squerb squerble! Squorb!" The dragon snarls. "Don't take up that tone with me, whelp. Help take care of it." It turns to the ghost ship. "Forget that knowledge. Your threats are useless. If I die, nobody will find it." The dragon lets out a threatening roar.
*intimidation check: 18*
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nail Wielder, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
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“And now the dragon’s a racist.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
"Says the man who mercilessly kills all undead."
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nail Wielder, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
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“You’re still undead aren’t you? I only kill when I’m paid to.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
the captain looks momentarily shaken
"exaclty. we wont kill you. we still have a preist on board from our last voyage. he may not be able to exorsise a soul such as yourself, but your little... beak? will do nicely"
he turns to a sheet ghost crewmate. "fech father north! make it snappy!"
Race: Not Human. that's for sure
Class: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/general of the goose horde
Alignment: Lawful Evil
fun fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
The Archmage of I CAST...!
The dragon's kindly visage disappears. "Oh, I think you'll find that 'my little beak' is quite capable on its own." A miniscule beak drops off the dragon's shoulder, growing larger and larger until it hits the water. For a minute, nothing happens. Then an arm of water raises up out of the ocean. As the water drips off, the arm becomes harder and harder to see. The ship's main mast is snapped off, and thrown into the distance.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nail Wielder, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
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A man is walking through the city, wearing what appears to be a black suit only a butler could be suitable to wear. He seems to adjust his cuffs every few moments as he walks, an ethereal mist floating around them, their silky black hair shining softly with the mist around them. Their soft lime green eyes looking around as they have a slight smoke, small drags of what appears to be light red smoke. Likely an exorcist, his eyes shifting near constantly.
*Hello?*
[Yo, what’s up big man! Currently at a thanksgiving party (I know I’m British, it’s a long story lol), so can’t really rp rn, but I wanted to drop in to just say hey and ask how’ve been since I don’t think I’ve spoken to you since my absence!]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Sparkles: Aasimar Monk: Drakkenheim: What's in the Here and Now
Lith Ja’mas: Githyanki Sorcerer: Ghosts Of Saltmarsh
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist! and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
*Nah bro it’s good, don’t stress about it, I’ve been missing you dawg, and it’s good to see you back with the rest of the crew, and coming in with a banger thread too.*
*Wait why the 9 hells is a Brit celebrating an American holiday? I need to hear this story asap man!*
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
*Yo anybody?*
*Heck it why not*
Another man bumps into him, also an Exorcist. A bit of ash from his cigarette gets on the man’s suit
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
[Ah, thanks man, really appreciate it!]
[It isn’t actually too much of a long story lol, just been invited round to celebrate by an American family friend! The food absolutely slaps and it’s great fun, although you guys don’t have Bonfire Night. It’s kinda comparable to 4th of July, cos we do fireworks and things to celebrate our country, but the history of it is a bit different lol. Basically four hundreds years ago, some Guy literally tried to blow up our government but failed, so every year since without fail people all over the country construct huge bonfires and burn effigies of said Guy!]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Sparkles: Aasimar Monk: Drakkenheim: What's in the Here and Now
Lith Ja’mas: Githyanki Sorcerer: Ghosts Of Saltmarsh
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist! and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
*I read about that in an almanac. Quite the interesting day. Anyways, hope you enjoy some of our cuisine! (it’s technically your cuisine)*
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
The religious garb zombie is repeatedly walking into a wall. It takes extra care to keep the rose in a jar safe
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
He looks to the ash, one of his white gloves raising to dust it off, “Of course sir, my apologies for running into you… while remaining entirely stationary.” He says, slightly annoyed, but not all to worried by it.
“Maybe you need to lear how to not stand still in the middle of the sidewalk.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
He raises an eyebrow “Of course, entirely my fault. It’s hard to avoid someone I don’t want to see, considering your outfit, but that is my fault. I’ll do better next time.” He says, smirking softly, blowing more red smoke “Who might you be sir?”