"No, sadly." He hurls his axe through Devin, and it sinks into a tree. "There we go, finally she's back to her old glory"
“How are you here, then?”
"I'm here to do what I've done since I was six. Kill stuff. I'm a Soul Hunter."
His eyes widen. “Are you going to hunt me?”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
"No, sadly." He hurls his axe through Devin, and it sinks into a tree. "There we go, finally she's back to her old glory"
“How are you here, then?”
"I'm here to do what I've done since I was six. Kill stuff. I'm a Soul Hunter."
His eyes widen. “Are you going to hunt me?”
"No. I've decided to leave the dirty work of hunting the weaklings or the non violent souls to somebody else. I want a challenge. Something, that in my two hundred and eighty five years of life I've never seen. You, child, are safe."
“What are you hunting?” He asks, nervously getting further away from him. “And why do you want to hunt us? Some of us are friendly. Like me. What if you turned into a ghost one day and people were hunting you?”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
“What are you hunting?” He asks, nervously getting further away from him. “And why do you want to hunt us? Some of us are friendly. Like me. What if you turned into a ghost one day and people were hunting you?”
"Gods, I need to lie less, I'm too convincing." he laughs heartily, going to retrieve his axe. "I'm a mourner, child. Stuck here until the day I see my beloved..."
“Oh thank gods. I’m stuck here too. Until my friends come and I somehow free myself of these weird powers I have.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
“What are you hunting?” He asks, nervously getting further away from him. “And why do you want to hunt us? Some of us are friendly. Like me. What if you turned into a ghost one day and people were hunting you?”
"Gods, I need to lie less, I'm too convincing." he laughs heartily, going to retrieve his axe. "I'm a mourner, child. Stuck here until the day I see my beloved..."
“Oh thank gods. I’m stuck here too. Until my friends come and I somehow free myself of these weird powers I have.”
"And your powers are?"
“Shadow powers. They work kind of like an avatar… like, I can surround myself with shadows and scare people with that. It also protects me and makes me less easy to kill. I had to be shot three times before I finally died. Then they shot me twice just to make sure I was dead and for good riddance.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
“What are you hunting?” He asks, nervously getting further away from him. “And why do you want to hunt us? Some of us are friendly. Like me. What if you turned into a ghost one day and people were hunting you?”
"Gods, I need to lie less, I'm too convincing." he laughs heartily, going to retrieve his axe. "I'm a mourner, child. Stuck here until the day I see my beloved..."
“Oh thank gods. I’m stuck here too. Until my friends come and I somehow free myself of these weird powers I have.”
"And your powers are?"
“Shadow powers. They work kind of like an avatar… like, I can surround myself with shadows and scare people with that. It also protects me and makes me less easy to kill. I had to be shot three times before I finally died. Then they shot me twice just to make sure I was dead and for good riddance.”
"I see..." he seems to get a bit distant at the mention of death by gunshots, starting to polish his axe as he sits down in a chair.
“Are you alright?”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
*frosted glass guild. Hello, darlings. I bet you were all begging for me to arrive~* *ahem-*
A man is sharpening his axe. Well, more like a legend. Cyvus Thornweaver stands at the grindstone, 6'3, broad shouldered, and old. He's a century and some old, maybe even older, a tough white tigerman. A great general of the war. His mythical armor is nearby on a stand, oddly draconic, steel, silver coated, and gilded with gold on the edges. He holds himself with confidence, muscles nearly tearing out of his clothes. His only visible flaw is the age in his face, and the cut across his right eye, leaving it grey and blind, the other one blue.
A comparatively short elf approaches him, clearly unimpressed. “What happened there?” She asks, gesturing towards his right eye.
"That's no way to greet your elders." He says simply, taking a second to analyze his axe. It's not good enough, clearly, as he continues to sharpen it. "Would you like to ask again, properly?"
“In this place, I’m more of an elder than you.”
"I see. You're one of the dead ones, or something? Still, quite rude to ask plainly what happened to my eye."
She tilts her head, “Are you not? Wait, don’t tell me, you’re one of the infamous Soul Hunters or some nonsense, and I should have recognized you and respect your legacy. Would you prefer I dance around the point?”
"You should have recognized me, I think. I suppose I am quite far from home. Whatever. I've let my pride get to me in my old age." he puts his axe on his back, holding out a great paw to her for her to shake. "Cyvus Thornweaver." Roll for history.
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
"No... She was shot, too.. In the one place her armor didn't protect.."
“Oh… I’m sorry. And she never came here?”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
*Gonna make a Soul Hunter character because there are no Soul Hunters.*
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
*frosted glass guild. Hello, darlings. I bet you were all begging for me to arrive~* *ahem-*
A man is sharpening his axe. Well, more like a legend. Cyvus Thornweaver stands at the grindstone, 6'3, broad shouldered, and old. He's a century and some old, maybe even older, a tough white tigerman. A great general of the war. His mythical armor is nearby on a stand, oddly draconic, steel, silver coated, and gilded with gold on the edges. He holds himself with confidence, muscles nearly tearing out of his clothes. His only visible flaw is the age in his face, and the cut across his right eye, leaving it grey and blind, the other one blue.
A comparatively short elf approaches him, clearly unimpressed. “What happened there?” She asks, gesturing towards his right eye.
"That's no way to greet your elders." He says simply, taking a second to analyze his axe. It's not good enough, clearly, as he continues to sharpen it. "Would you like to ask again, properly?"
“In this place, I’m more of an elder than you.”
"I see. You're one of the dead ones, or something? Still, quite rude to ask plainly what happened to my eye."
She tilts her head, “Are you not? Wait, don’t tell me, you’re one of the infamous Soul Hunters or some nonsense, and I should have recognized you and respect your legacy. Would you prefer I dance around the point?”
"You should have recognized me, I think. I suppose I am quite far from home. Whatever. I've let my pride get to me in my old age." he puts his axe on his back, holding out a great paw to her for her to shake. "Cyvus Thornweaver." Roll for history.
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Youve heard the name before, something about war, but you have no idea exactly what Cyvus is known for. He definetly is legendary, though
She extends her palm and shakes his hand, although he can barely feel anything. “On second thought, I do believe I’ve heard of you before, but must have been from a passerby, because there are many different universes colliding here.”
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
"No... She was shot, too.. In the one place her armor didn't protect.."
“Oh… I’m sorry. And she never came here?”
"No... I haven't seen her, yet."
“Well, you should probably stop looking. Probably moved on. Jeez, I miss Xavier.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
His eyes widen. “Are you going to hunt me?”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
“What are you hunting?” He asks, nervously getting further away from him. “And why do you want to hunt us? Some of us are friendly. Like me. What if you turned into a ghost one day and people were hunting you?”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
“Oh thank gods. I’m stuck here too. Until my friends come and I somehow free myself of these weird powers I have.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
“Shadow powers. They work kind of like an avatar… like, I can surround myself with shadows and scare people with that. It also protects me and makes me less easy to kill. I had to be shot three times before I finally died. Then they shot me twice just to make sure I was dead and for good riddance.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
“Are you alright?”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
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*im just gonna roll before I reply to see if I know anything*
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
“Oh… I’m sorry. And she never came here?”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
*Gonna make a Soul Hunter character because there are no Soul Hunters.*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
She extends her palm and shakes his hand, although he can barely feel anything. “On second thought, I do believe I’ve heard of you before, but must have been from a passerby, because there are many different universes colliding here.”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
“Well, you should probably stop looking. Probably moved on. Jeez, I miss Xavier.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!