*Elden ring I think :] Would it be possible for me to make a mage slayer of some kind? Maybe a foreign kingdom or a spellcaster that has magic revolving around sucking all the magic out of the surrounding area to make temporary antimagic fields.*
*super awesome idea*
*Archfey seal of Awesomeness*
*🎀*
*WOAH*
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*I’ll probably do something revolving around combat, like a mage who can summon spectral fists and force fields that can only do bludgeoning damage and is extremely fast with their magic.*
*Or maybe a mage with spells that revolve around light and color.*
*Or maybe a storm and lighting mage. There are so many ideas that I have!*
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
<Quick question: would I be able to make an evil character? I feel like making a character based off of Veigar from LoL would be fun on this thread, but I'm not sure if that would really make sense for this.>
*Elden ring I think :] Would it be possible for me to make a mage slayer of some kind? Maybe a foreign kingdom or a spellcaster that has magic revolving around sucking all the magic out of the surrounding area to make temporary antimagic fields.*
*I’ll probably do something revolving around combat, like a mage who can summon spectral fists and force fields that can only do bludgeoning damage and is extremely fast with their magic.*
*Or maybe a mage with spells that revolve around light and color.*
*Or maybe a storm and lighting mage. There are so many ideas that I have!*
[All of them are great ideas, and you’re welcome to play any of them, I think they’re all really cool]
A mage in his late teens is sitting on a bench, reading a book at taking notes. He wears a grey overcoat, covering most of his body and has messy black hair falling in front of his eyes
A younger mage, maybe 13 or so is practicing his magic, sending magical fireworks into the sky
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Yo, I’m Himy, He/Him. I enjoy reading books, understanding why and how things work, anime/manga, video games and obviously, TTRPGS. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I like to think Im close. I’m good at trivia, history and science
I struggle with empathy. If you’re not sure what I mean by that, it basically means it’s hard for me to understand the mental state of others and respond with the right emotions
A mage in his late teens is sitting on a bench, reading a book at taking notes. He wears a grey overcoat, covering most of his body and has messy black hair falling in front of his eyes
A mage around 15 is nearby. He’s sitting at the edge of a lake and controlling the water.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*final fantasy, specifically the first three games*
*I imagine some powerful spells, with goofy drawbacks. Example: gains the ability to fly at the speed of sound for 10 minutes, but can only communicate by making random airplane noises*
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I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
Yes, I like beholders. Yes, I curated an exquisite personality for commoner #2864. Yes, my catchphrase is "are you sure?"
*In honor of Elf Girl Anime, I am thinking of playing an ancient, semi-demonic evil from an era of abuse and cruelty who was released from his prison only to realize that society has evolved beyond his magic and he's got like 5th level spells at best. He's never even heard of a soliloquy and he's not sure what to do now that he neither can nor has a reason to destroy everything*
*In honor of Elf Girl Anime, I am thinking of playing an ancient, semi-demonic evil from an era of abuse and cruelty who was released from his prison only to realize that society has evolved beyond his magic and he's got like 5th level spells at best. He's never even heard of a soliloquy and he's not sure what to do now that he neither can nor has a reason to destroy everything*
*Cool idea!*
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
*final fantasy, specifically the first three games*
*I imagine some powerful spells, with goofy drawbacks. Example: gains the ability to fly at the speed of sound for 10 minutes, but can only communicate by making random airplane noises*
*In honor of Elf Girl Anime, I am thinking of playing an ancient, semi-demonic evil from an era of abuse and cruelty who was released from his prison only to realize that society has evolved beyond his magic and he's got like 5th level spells at best. He's never even heard of a soliloquy and he's not sure what to do now that he neither can nor has a reason to destroy everything*
[Super epic, I feel Qual really didn’t get enough screen time in the show so having a character with a similar narrative to him will be awesome to have around and explore!]
a figure dressed in grey robes, followed by two skeletons wielding rusty, ancient swords, quietly make their way through the great Kraftstadt graveyard. The graveyard is a garden of graves and roses, lined with tombstones, fine marble mausoleums, and ancient, decrepit crypts. At the center, a pavilion made of a dark, ashy wood and with roof tiles each inscribed with ancient words of power. Inside the pavilion is a stone staircase, leading down, and down, and down, made of antediluvian stones that have withstood the tests of time for gods know how long…
the grey robed figure- an upstart necromancer, looking to gain power in the city’s criminal underworld by amassing an army, has decided to travel down to the Kraftstadt catacombs by it’s most famous entrance- Asphodel’s gate. He slowly descends the staircase, lighting a lamp that glows with an eerie green light.
an hour later, he resurfaces, running, wild eyed and shocked. Following him is an unending stream of dozens- no, hundreds of skeletons and zombies that he had reanimated. He looks behind him as soon as he gets to the top of the staircase, and watches to his horror as all of a sudden, each and every one of his skeletons collapses into a pile of bones. Slowly ascending in their place is a tall woman, with skin as pale as moonlight, wearing intricate layers of black and gold fabrics. She leans on a wooden staff, adorned with blood-red flowers and with their thorns, which seem not to pierce her hands. Topping the staff is a giant silver blade, turning the staff into a scythe. It’s so sharp it seems to cut through the very air. Her hair is a brilliant crimson red, nearly reaching down to her fingertips. Calmly, she locks eyes with the necromancer, and taps her staff on the stone with a thud. He tries to scream, but no sound comes out. He stops breathing.
she draws a sigil in the air, glowing with a faint purple light, as the bones of the hundreds of fallen skeletons begin to dance their way back into the catacombs. She doesn’t seem to notice any onlookers.
this is a well known mage- the Dark Lady of the Kraftstadt Catacombs. Not much is known about her, but your grandparent’s grandparents told them to stay away from the graveyard at night and to behave like a good child, lest the dark lady snatch them up and take them away. Rumors say she is a vampire, or perhaps a lich or a wraith. All that is known is that she is one of, if not the most accomplished and feared grave Witches in Kraftstadt. Death asks her for permission to kill.
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
a figure dressed in grey robes, followed by two skeletons wielding rusty, ancient swords, quietly make their way through the great Kraftstadt graveyard. The graveyard is a garden of graves and roses, lined with tombstones, fine marble mausoleums, and ancient, decrepit crypts. At the center, a pavilion made of a dark, ashy wood and with roof tiles each inscribed with ancient words of power. Inside the pavilion is a stone staircase, leading down, and down, and down, made of antediluvian stones that have withstood the tests of time for gods know how long…
the grey robed figure- an upstart necromancer, looking to gain power in the city’s criminal underworld by amassing an army, has decided to travel down to the Kraftstadt catacombs by it’s most famous entrance- Asphodel’s gate. He slowly descends the staircase, lighting a lamp that glows with an eerie green light.
an hour later, he resurfaces, running, wild eyed and shocked. Following him is an unending stream of dozens- no, hundreds of skeletons and zombies that he had reanimated. He looks behind him as soon as he gets to the top of the staircase, and watches to his horror as all of a sudden, each and every one of his skeletons collapses into a pile of bones. Slowly ascending in their place is a tall woman, with skin as pale as moonlight, wearing intricate layers of black and gold fabrics. She leans on a wooden staff, adorned with blood-red flowers and with their thorns, which seem not to pierce her hands. Topping the staff is a giant silver blade, turning the staff into a scythe. It’s so sharp it seems to cut through the very air. Her hair is a brilliant crimson red, nearly reaching down to her fingertips. Calmly, she locks eyes with the necromancer, and taps her staff on the stone with a thud. He tries to scream, but no sound comes out. He stops breathing.
she draws a sigil in the air, glowing with a faint purple light, as the bones of the hundreds of fallen skeletons begin to dance their way back into the catacombs. She doesn’t seem to notice any onlookers.
this is a well known mage- the Dark Lady of the Kraftstadt Catacombs. Not much is known about her, but your grandparent’s grandparents told them to stay away from the graveyard at night and to behave like a good child, lest the dark lady snatch them up and take them away. Rumors say she is a vampire, or perhaps a lich or a wraith. All that is known is that she is one of, if not the most accomplished and feared grave Witches in Kraftstadt. Death asks her for permission to kill.
A mage who appears 15 is sitting at a nearby lake. He has shaggy, loose, hair that is dyed blue like water. His eyes are also blue, the water in the lake appears to be bending to his will.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
while the remains of the skeletons make their way back into the catacombs, the Dark Lady lurches forward in the direction of the lake, her form collapsing in on itself and disappearing into the earth, before reconstituting itself on the shore of the lake. Her scythe glimmers in the starlight. She watches the mage from afar.
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_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
while the remains of the skeletons make their way back into the catacombs, the Dark Lady lurches forward in the direction of the lake, her form collapsing in on itself and disappearing into the earth, before reconstituting itself on the shore of the lake. Her scythe glimmers in the starlight. She watches the mage from afar.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
while the remains of the skeletons make their way back into the catacombs, the Dark Lady lurches forward in the direction of the lake, her form collapsing in on itself and disappearing into the earth, before reconstituting itself on the shore of the lake. Her scythe glimmers in the starlight. She watches the mage from afar.
He notices her but doesn’t speak.
She slowly makes her way closer to him, not interacting, simply watching him work his magic, leaning on her scythe.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
while the remains of the skeletons make their way back into the catacombs, the Dark Lady lurches forward in the direction of the lake, her form collapsing in on itself and disappearing into the earth, before reconstituting itself on the shore of the lake. Her scythe glimmers in the starlight. She watches the mage from afar.
He notices her but doesn’t speak.
She slowly makes her way closer to him, not interacting, simply watching him work his magic, leaning on her scythe.
The water he’s controlling isn’t doing much. It’s just spiraling around him.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
while the remains of the skeletons make their way back into the catacombs, the Dark Lady lurches forward in the direction of the lake, her form collapsing in on itself and disappearing into the earth, before reconstituting itself on the shore of the lake. Her scythe glimmers in the starlight. She watches the mage from afar.
He notices her but doesn’t speak.
She slowly makes her way closer to him, not interacting, simply watching him work his magic, leaning on her scythe.
The water he’s controlling isn’t doing much. It’s just spiraling around him.
“Greetings…” she starts, her words carried by the wind. “How long have you been practicing that spell?”
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_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
while the remains of the skeletons make their way back into the catacombs, the Dark Lady lurches forward in the direction of the lake, her form collapsing in on itself and disappearing into the earth, before reconstituting itself on the shore of the lake. Her scythe glimmers in the starlight. She watches the mage from afar.
He notices her but doesn’t speak.
She slowly makes her way closer to him, not interacting, simply watching him work his magic, leaning on her scythe.
The water he’s controlling isn’t doing much. It’s just spiraling around him.
“Greetings…” she starts, her words carried by the wind. “How long have you been practicing that spell?”
“Hi, to answer I’ve been practicing it for a couple days,”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
while the remains of the skeletons make their way back into the catacombs, the Dark Lady lurches forward in the direction of the lake, her form collapsing in on itself and disappearing into the earth, before reconstituting itself on the shore of the lake. Her scythe glimmers in the starlight. She watches the mage from afar.
He notices her but doesn’t speak.
She slowly makes her way closer to him, not interacting, simply watching him work his magic, leaning on her scythe.
The water he’s controlling isn’t doing much. It’s just spiraling around him.
“Greetings…” she starts, her words carried by the wind. “How long have you been practicing that spell?”
“Hi, to answer I’ve been practicing it for a couple days,”
She nods. “Are you having trouble with it?”
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_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
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*WOAH*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*I’ll probably do something revolving around combat, like a mage who can summon spectral fists and force fields that can only do bludgeoning damage and is extremely fast with their magic.*
*Or maybe a mage with spells that revolve around light and color.*
*Or maybe a storm and lighting mage. There are so many ideas that I have!*
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
*should I say my characters magic type in my intro.*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
[Yeah sure, go ahead!]
[That’s awesome, I love it, go for it!]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Sparkles: Aasimar Monk: Drakkenheim: What's In The Here And Now
Angus Ayrshire: Minotaur Celestial Sorcerer: Yawning Portal - Mad Mage
DMing A Land Of Bone And Oblivion, The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
[All of them are great ideas, and you’re welcome to play any of them, I think they’re all really cool]
[Yeah]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Sparkles: Aasimar Monk: Drakkenheim: What's In The Here And Now
Angus Ayrshire: Minotaur Celestial Sorcerer: Yawning Portal - Mad Mage
DMing A Land Of Bone And Oblivion, The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
A mage in his late teens is sitting on a bench, reading a book at taking notes. He wears a grey overcoat, covering most of his body and has messy black hair falling in front of his eyes
A younger mage, maybe 13 or so is practicing his magic, sending magical fireworks into the sky
Yo, I’m Himy, He/Him. I enjoy reading books, understanding why and how things work, anime/manga, video games and obviously, TTRPGS. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I like to think Im close. I’m good at trivia, history and science
I struggle with empathy. If you’re not sure what I mean by that, it basically means it’s hard for me to understand the mental state of others and respond with the right emotions
Should be all the important bits. Sweet
A mage around 15 is nearby. He’s sitting at the edge of a lake and controlling the water.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*final fantasy, specifically the first three games*
*I imagine some powerful spells, with goofy drawbacks. Example: gains the ability to fly at the speed of sound for 10 minutes, but can only communicate by making random airplane noises*
I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
Yes, I like beholders. Yes, I curated an exquisite personality for commoner #2864. Yes, my catchphrase is "are you sure?"
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PM "Avocado" to Pug_With_Big_Weapons for a prize.
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*In honor of Elf Girl Anime, I am thinking of playing an ancient, semi-demonic evil from an era of abuse and cruelty who was released from his prison only to realize that society has evolved beyond his magic and he's got like 5th level spells at best. He's never even heard of a soliloquy and he's not sure what to do now that he neither can nor has a reason to destroy everything*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*Cool idea!*
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
[That’s a great idea, I love it!]
[Super epic, I feel Qual really didn’t get enough screen time in the show so having a character with a similar narrative to him will be awesome to have around and explore!]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Sparkles: Aasimar Monk: Drakkenheim: What's In The Here And Now
Angus Ayrshire: Minotaur Celestial Sorcerer: Yawning Portal - Mad Mage
DMing A Land Of Bone And Oblivion, The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
a figure dressed in grey robes, followed by two skeletons wielding rusty, ancient swords, quietly make their way through the great Kraftstadt graveyard. The graveyard is a garden of graves and roses, lined with tombstones, fine marble mausoleums, and ancient, decrepit crypts. At the center, a pavilion made of a dark, ashy wood and with roof tiles each inscribed with ancient words of power. Inside the pavilion is a stone staircase, leading down, and down, and down, made of antediluvian stones that have withstood the tests of time for gods know how long…
the grey robed figure- an upstart necromancer, looking to gain power in the city’s criminal underworld by amassing an army, has decided to travel down to the Kraftstadt catacombs by it’s most famous entrance- Asphodel’s gate. He slowly descends the staircase, lighting a lamp that glows with an eerie green light.
an hour later, he resurfaces, running, wild eyed and shocked. Following him is an unending stream of dozens- no, hundreds of skeletons and zombies that he had reanimated. He looks behind him as soon as he gets to the top of the staircase, and watches to his horror as all of a sudden, each and every one of his skeletons collapses into a pile of bones. Slowly ascending in their place is a tall woman, with skin as pale as moonlight, wearing intricate layers of black and gold fabrics. She leans on a wooden staff, adorned with blood-red flowers and with their thorns, which seem not to pierce her hands. Topping the staff is a giant silver blade, turning the staff into a scythe. It’s so sharp it seems to cut through the very air. Her hair is a brilliant crimson red, nearly reaching down to her fingertips. Calmly, she locks eyes with the necromancer, and taps her staff on the stone with a thud. He tries to scream, but no sound comes out. He stops breathing.
she draws a sigil in the air, glowing with a faint purple light, as the bones of the hundreds of fallen skeletons begin to dance their way back into the catacombs. She doesn’t seem to notice any onlookers.
this is a well known mage- the Dark Lady of the Kraftstadt Catacombs. Not much is known about her, but your grandparent’s grandparents told them to stay away from the graveyard at night and to behave like a good child, lest the dark lady snatch them up and take them away. Rumors say she is a vampire, or perhaps a lich or a wraith. All that is known is that she is one of, if not the most accomplished and feared grave Witches in Kraftstadt. Death asks her for permission to kill.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
A mage who appears 15 is sitting at a nearby lake. He has shaggy, loose, hair that is dyed blue like water. His eyes are also blue, the water in the lake appears to be bending to his will.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*cut with Circle*
while the remains of the skeletons make their way back into the catacombs, the Dark Lady lurches forward in the direction of the lake, her form collapsing in on itself and disappearing into the earth, before reconstituting itself on the shore of the lake. Her scythe glimmers in the starlight. She watches the mage from afar.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
He notices her but doesn’t speak.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
She slowly makes her way closer to him, not interacting, simply watching him work his magic, leaning on her scythe.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The water he’s controlling isn’t doing much. It’s just spiraling around him.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Greetings…” she starts, her words carried by the wind. “How long have you been practicing that spell?”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“Hi, to answer I’ve been practicing it for a couple days,”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
She nods. “Are you having trouble with it?”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”