In the wilderness, near the mountains outside the borders of where the angels rule, sits the AAM (Aluminum Arsenal Movement). The AAM has dedicated itself to killing as many angels as possible. They do this by making what are called silverwings. Silverwings are humans that scientist that work for AAM, and have attached artificial wings to their wings; the process is extremely painful. Only about forty percent of people who undergo the surgery survive. Due to this survival rate and the unwillingness of the patients, the people who undergo the surgery are usually kidnapped from nearby villages. After gaining their wings, the Silverwings are 'conditioned' which usually entails murdering people close to the boys, until the boys are able, and dont resist killing angels.
After this, they are sent on missions, which usually entail killing angels; failure means more 'conditioning.'
The wings are made of an almost unbreakable metal, the edges of the feathers are sharp, and can kill people, but normally silverwings don't use them as weapons, just to shield their bodies from attacks.
Each Silverwing is given a number (In the format of 000). (Numbers 001-100 have been used already)
Normal humans live in small towns and cities; they simply want to live out their lives, and sometimes they get 'sick,' and the angels massacre them, but not because they have diseases, which the angels can't be affected with, and yet they still kill them. The real reason is that they were questioning the angel's rule. Only the towns closest to the capital of the angel cities are safe, because they don't question it; they know better.
The angels have a royal family. The royal family supposedly has magic, but that is a lie; they also supposedly all are perfect. They all look the same, with pure white hair and pure white wings
There is a very small resistance, the resistance contains five angels, one of which is a royal angel (Supposedly), and they kidnap Silverwings from the AAM, and rehabilitate them
Rules
Keep things appropriate, please. Keep gore low, and no 18+ scenes. If you REALLY want to do that… do it in PMs.
Try to be respectful. Nobody likes a jerk.
Do not use swear words; if you need to curse, say (GP) instead.
Cut your quote chains! It’s a hard lesson to learn, but it must be learned.
Speak OOC like *this*
If someone tells you not to do something because it triggers them, please do not do it.
Listen to the mods! For now, just me, but I’m recruiting!
Remember the rules of permission: permission to attack, permission to kill, permission to romance, permission to hurt, permission to do anything sexual.
Put the word 'Silverwing' in your first post to show you read the rules!
No godmodding, unless you are an actual mod.
Character creation rules
If you want to play one of the royal angels, ask me or one of the mods first
Later, once I've made this, I'll homebrew both Silverwing and Angels into the species homebrew and share it, so you guys can use them in the character sheets
Normally, all Silverwings are boys, but if you want to play a girl, that's fine
I might end up writing more lore for this, but I also might not
I lied, I will
More lore
Silverwings never share their names, because for most of their lives, their names are all they have had
And, normally, people go by their second name, as their first name is their last name
I hope you all enjoy!
Note: this is set in a morally grey setting; no one faction is right. Please remember that
Hello! Call meTana orGato. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
At the turn of midnight, the guards of the Angel Capitol spot a figure limping to the gates. Their false wings shine in the moonlight, a trail of blood leaking from surgical wounds. They stop at the gate. Frozen. They open their mouth, slow and with great effort, making one statement before falling unconscious. “I won’t work with child killers.
At the turn of midnight, the guards of the Angel Capitol spot a figure limping to the gates. Their false wings shine in the moonlight, a trail of blood leaking from surgical wounds. They stop at the gate. Frozen. They open their mouth, slow and with great effort, making one statement before falling unconscious. “I won’t work with child killers.
After they fall unconscious, an angel comes and takes them away, they wake up in a cell.
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Hello! Call meTana orGato. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
Hello! Call meTana orGato. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
At the turn of midnight, the guards of the Angel Capitol spot a figure limping to the gates. Their false wings shine in the moonlight, a trail of blood leaking from surgical wounds. They stop at the gate. Frozen. They open their mouth, slow and with great effort, making one statement before falling unconscious. “I won’t work with child killers.
After they fall unconscious, an angel comes and takes them away, they wake up in a cell.
They sit up, there back against the wall, facing the cell door. He reaches to the still bloody claw marks on his shoulder. He pulls his fingers back, now covered in his own blood. Why? Why did they do this? They yell out to the empty dungeon. “Hello?”
At the turn of midnight, the guards of the Angel Capitol spot a figure limping to the gates. Their false wings shine in the moonlight, a trail of blood leaking from surgical wounds. They stop at the gate. Frozen. They open their mouth, slow and with great effort, making one statement before falling unconscious. “I won’t work with child killers.
After they fall unconscious, an angel comes and takes them away, they wake up in a cell.
They sit up, there back against the wall, facing the cell door. He reaches to the still bloody claw marks on his shoulder. He pulls his fingers back, now covered in his own blood. Why? Why did they do this? They yell out to the empty dungeon. “Hello?”
At their call, an angel comes to stand on the outside of the cell door, standing in the shadows so you cannot see their face
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Hello! Call meTana orGato. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
The way that the Silverwing's wings work is that they attach sensors to the intercostal nerves and use those to power the wings via the muscles, all of the nerves and wiring is contained in a metal plug in the middle of the back, and the wings come out from that
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Hello! Call meTana orGato. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
At the turn of midnight, the guards of the Angel Capitol spot a figure limping to the gates. Their false wings shine in the moonlight, a trail of blood leaking from surgical wounds. They stop at the gate. Frozen. They open their mouth, slow and with great effort, making one statement before falling unconscious. “I won’t work with child killers.
After they fall unconscious, an angel comes and takes them away, they wake up in a cell.
They sit up, there back against the wall, facing the cell door. He reaches to the still bloody claw marks on his shoulder. He pulls his fingers back, now covered in his own blood. Why? Why did they do this? They yell out to the empty dungeon. “Hello?”
At their call, an angel comes to stand on the outside of the cell door, standing in the shadows so you cannot see their face
The Silverwing tries to stand, but their legs fail to support them as they fall back to sitting. They are terrified, but they try to mask it. “Can I get some stitches?”
At the turn of midnight, the guards of the Angel Capitol spot a figure limping to the gates. Their false wings shine in the moonlight, a trail of blood leaking from surgical wounds. They stop at the gate. Frozen. They open their mouth, slow and with great effort, making one statement before falling unconscious. “I won’t work with child killers.
After they fall unconscious, an angel comes and takes them away, they wake up in a cell.
They sit up, there back against the wall, facing the cell door. He reaches to the still bloody claw marks on his shoulder. He pulls his fingers back, now covered in his own blood. Why? Why did they do this? They yell out to the empty dungeon. “Hello?”
At their call, an angel comes to stand on the outside of the cell door, standing in the shadows so you cannot see their face
The Silverwing tries to stand, but their legs fail to support them as they fall back to sitting. They are terrified, but they try to mask it. “Can I get some stitches?”
The angel looks at them and asks, "Before that happens, what are you? and why did you say what you did at the gate?"
Hello! Call meTana orGato. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
The entity paces between three chained figures: A human, a silverwing, and an angel. He clangs his bloody forceps against his hand before pausing. "You opened the book. you read from its pages. I taught you such beautiful, wonderful things." He grabs the human's chin and points to the silverwing. "And you make this? This... abomination?" He throws the human to the ground, then turns to the angel. "And you... you disappointing, worthless piece of-" The creature stops, taking a deep breath. He unchains the wounded angel. "Go. Spread the good word."
The angel runs out the door to the shack, moving past the hanging wings, both natural and artificial, nailed to the trees. "If Man won't kill God... the Devil will do it."
*Arg, I just realized how hard it is for you to run a tavern and still roleplay, I don't want to act cruel, but it sort of doesn't fit
But, you know, I'll just ignore the lore*
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Hello! Call meTana orGato. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
At the turn of midnight, the guards of the Angel Capitol spot a figure limping to the gates. Their false wings shine in the moonlight, a trail of blood leaking from surgical wounds. They stop at the gate. Frozen. They open their mouth, slow and with great effort, making one statement before falling unconscious. “I won’t work with child killers.
After they fall unconscious, an angel comes and takes them away, they wake up in a cell.
They sit up, there back against the wall, facing the cell door. He reaches to the still bloody claw marks on his shoulder. He pulls his fingers back, now covered in his own blood. Why? Why did they do this? They yell out to the empty dungeon. “Hello?”
At their call, an angel comes to stand on the outside of the cell door, standing in the shadows so you cannot see their face
The Silverwing tries to stand, but their legs fail to support them as they fall back to sitting. They are terrified, but they try to mask it. “Can I get some stitches?”
The angel looks at them and asks, "Before that happens, what are you?"
“I don’t know, man. A Silverwing? That’s what they wanted. I don’t think they even know why I just sprouted extra eyes.”
At the turn of midnight, the guards of the Angel Capitol spot a figure limping to the gates. Their false wings shine in the moonlight, a trail of blood leaking from surgical wounds. They stop at the gate. Frozen. They open their mouth, slow and with great effort, making one statement before falling unconscious. “I won’t work with child killers.
After they fall unconscious, an angel comes and takes them away, they wake up in a cell.
They sit up, there back against the wall, facing the cell door. He reaches to the still bloody claw marks on his shoulder. He pulls his fingers back, now covered in his own blood. Why? Why did they do this? They yell out to the empty dungeon. “Hello?”
At their call, an angel comes to stand on the outside of the cell door, standing in the shadows so you cannot see their face
The Silverwing tries to stand, but their legs fail to support them as they fall back to sitting. They are terrified, but they try to mask it. “Can I get some stitches?”
The angel looks at them and asks, "Before that happens, what are you?"
“I don’t know, man. A Silverwing? That’s what they wanted. I don’t think they even know why I just sprouted extra eyes.”
"Ah, so you are one of them. I don't really know what to do with you"
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Hello! Call meTana orGato. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
At the turn of midnight, the guards of the Angel Capitol spot a figure limping to the gates. Their false wings shine in the moonlight, a trail of blood leaking from surgical wounds. They stop at the gate. Frozen. They open their mouth, slow and with great effort, making one statement before falling unconscious. “I won’t work with child killers.
After they fall unconscious, an angel comes and takes them away, they wake up in a cell.
They sit up, there back against the wall, facing the cell door. He reaches to the still bloody claw marks on his shoulder. He pulls his fingers back, now covered in his own blood. Why? Why did they do this? They yell out to the empty dungeon. “Hello?”
At their call, an angel comes to stand on the outside of the cell door, standing in the shadows so you cannot see their face
The Silverwing tries to stand, but their legs fail to support them as they fall back to sitting. They are terrified, but they try to mask it. “Can I get some stitches?”
The angel looks at them and asks, "Before that happens, what are you?"
“I don’t know, man. A Silverwing? That’s what they wanted. I don’t think they even know why I just sprouted extra eyes.”
"Ah, so you are one of them. I don't really know what to do with you"
“No no no no. I am not one of THEM!” He suddenly rises, rushing to grab the bars to keep himself from collapsing. “Do you know what they do? They make children fight and kill each other. Just so they follow orders. Friends. Family. At each other’s throats just to survive their demands.”
At the turn of midnight, the guards of the Angel Capitol spot a figure limping to the gates. Their false wings shine in the moonlight, a trail of blood leaking from surgical wounds. They stop at the gate. Frozen. They open their mouth, slow and with great effort, making one statement before falling unconscious. “I won’t work with child killers.
After they fall unconscious, an angel comes and takes them away, they wake up in a cell.
They sit up, there back against the wall, facing the cell door. He reaches to the still bloody claw marks on his shoulder. He pulls his fingers back, now covered in his own blood. Why? Why did they do this? They yell out to the empty dungeon. “Hello?”
At their call, an angel comes to stand on the outside of the cell door, standing in the shadows so you cannot see their face
The Silverwing tries to stand, but their legs fail to support them as they fall back to sitting. They are terrified, but they try to mask it. “Can I get some stitches?”
The angel looks at them and asks, "Before that happens, what are you?"
“I don’t know, man. A Silverwing? That’s what they wanted. I don’t think they even know why I just sprouted extra eyes.”
"Ah, so you are one of them. I don't really know what to do with you"
“No no no no. I am not one of THEM!” He suddenly rises, rushing to grab the bars to keep himself from collapsing. “Do you know what they do? They make children fight and kill each other. Just so they follow orders. Friends. Family. At each other’s throats just to survive their demands.”
"I am well aware of that, and I hate it as well"
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Hello! Call meTana orGato. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
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WARNING: Slight gore, and death, lots of death
In the wilderness, near the mountains outside the borders of where the angels rule, sits the AAM (Aluminum Arsenal Movement). The AAM has dedicated itself to killing as many angels as possible. They do this by making what are called silverwings. Silverwings are humans that scientist that work for AAM, and have attached artificial wings to their wings; the process is extremely painful. Only about forty percent of people who undergo the surgery survive. Due to this survival rate and the unwillingness of the patients, the people who undergo the surgery are usually kidnapped from nearby villages. After gaining their wings, the Silverwings are 'conditioned' which usually entails murdering people close to the boys, until the boys are able, and dont resist killing angels.
After this, they are sent on missions, which usually entail killing angels; failure means more 'conditioning.'
The wings are made of an almost unbreakable metal, the edges of the feathers are sharp, and can kill people, but normally silverwings don't use them as weapons, just to shield their bodies from attacks.
Each Silverwing is given a number (In the format of 000). (Numbers 001-100 have been used already)
Normal humans live in small towns and cities; they simply want to live out their lives, and sometimes they get 'sick,' and the angels massacre them, but not because they have diseases, which the angels can't be affected with, and yet they still kill them. The real reason is that they were questioning the angel's rule. Only the towns closest to the capital of the angel cities are safe, because they don't question it; they know better.
The angels have a royal family. The royal family supposedly has magic, but that is a lie; they also supposedly all are perfect. They all look the same, with pure white hair and pure white wings
There is a very small resistance, the resistance contains five angels, one of which is a royal angel (Supposedly), and they kidnap Silverwings from the AAM, and rehabilitate them
Rules
Keep things appropriate, please. Keep gore low, and no 18+ scenes. If you REALLY want to do that… do it in PMs.
Try to be respectful. Nobody likes a jerk.
Do not use swear words; if you need to curse, say (GP) instead.
Cut your quote chains! It’s a hard lesson to learn, but it must be learned.
Speak OOC like *this*
If someone tells you not to do something because it triggers them, please do not do it.
Listen to the mods! For now, just me, but I’m recruiting!
Remember the rules of permission: permission to attack, permission to kill, permission to romance, permission to hurt, permission to do anything sexual.
Put the word 'Silverwing' in your first post to show you read the rules!
No godmodding, unless you are an actual mod.
Character creation rules
If you want to play one of the royal angels, ask me or one of the mods first
Later, once I've made this, I'll homebrew both Silverwing and Angels into the species homebrew and share it, so you guys can use them in the character sheets
Normally, all Silverwings are boys, but if you want to play a girl, that's fine
I might end up writing more lore for this, but I also might not
I lied, I will
More lore
Silverwings never share their names, because for most of their lives, their names are all they have had
And, normally, people go by their second name, as their first name is their last name
I hope you all enjoy!
Note: this is set in a morally grey setting; no one faction is right. Please remember that
Credits to the world: Inexperincedandconfused8
Lore dump search: Link
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
*Oooooo. I do wish to be silverwing either 101, 666, or smth else idk.*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Hmmm... Curious. Silverwing is a rather menacing name for an artificial angel.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
At the turn of midnight, the guards of the Angel Capitol spot a figure limping to the gates. Their false wings shine in the moonlight, a trail of blood leaking from surgical wounds. They stop at the gate. Frozen. They open their mouth, slow and with great effort, making one statement before falling unconscious. “I won’t work with child killers.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Silverwing! Epic!*
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
After they fall unconscious, an angel comes and takes them away, they wake up in a cell.
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
*Thank you :D*
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
A Silverwing is looking around the camp, afraid. They flinch at every sound, clawing at every movement.
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Oh right. Silverwing.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
They sit up, there back against the wall, facing the cell door. He reaches to the still bloody claw marks on his shoulder. He pulls his fingers back, now covered in his own blood. Why? Why did they do this? They yell out to the empty dungeon. “Hello?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
At their call, an angel comes to stand on the outside of the cell door, standing in the shadows so you cannot see their face
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
Lore dump!
The way that the Silverwing's wings work is that they attach sensors to the intercostal nerves and use those to power the wings via the muscles, all of the nerves and wiring is contained in a metal plug in the middle of the back, and the wings come out from that
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
The Silverwing tries to stand, but their legs fail to support them as they fall back to sitting. They are terrified, but they try to mask it. “Can I get some stitches?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The angel looks at them and asks, "Before that happens, what are you? and why did you say what you did at the gate?"
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
"You've all failed. Every one of you."
The entity paces between three chained figures: A human, a silverwing, and an angel. He clangs his bloody forceps against his hand before pausing. "You opened the book. you read from its pages. I taught you such beautiful, wonderful things." He grabs the human's chin and points to the silverwing. "And you make this? This... abomination?" He throws the human to the ground, then turns to the angel. "And you... you disappointing, worthless piece of-" The creature stops, taking a deep breath. He unchains the wounded angel. "Go. Spread the good word."
The angel runs out the door to the shack, moving past the hanging wings, both natural and artificial, nailed to the trees. "If Man won't kill God... the Devil will do it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Arg, I just realized how hard it is for you to run a tavern and still roleplay, I don't want to act cruel, but it sort of doesn't fit
But, you know, I'll just ignore the lore*
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
“I don’t know, man. A Silverwing? That’s what they wanted. I don’t think they even know why I just sprouted extra eyes.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Ah, so you are one of them. I don't really know what to do with you"
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.
“No no no no. I am not one of THEM!” He suddenly rises, rushing to grab the bars to keep himself from collapsing. “Do you know what they do? They make children fight and kill each other. Just so they follow orders. Friends. Family. At each other’s throats just to survive their demands.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"I am well aware of that, and I hate it as well"
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me a trans something, I dunno. Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and (Secretly) Foalin.