A stream of consciousness writing of my Reborn character. Not great, or good, for that matter, but it was mildly entertaining to write.
The old magician had never loved the traditional arcane arts, so he instead had learned occult methods and illusions. He could astound and terrify with ease, but these skills were not appreciated by mundane folk. "Demonic," the called him. "Carnival Witch," he was named. They burned down the entire circus, with him trapped inside. His wounds could never be healed... but they could be fixed.
Ever since the fire, he has been repairing himself, angry at the world for tearing his new family away from him. All he had left were his crows and his dolls. The dolls were all destroyed, torn apart, and meshed with organs and sinew. The crows were retrained, taught thievery and violence. The murder knew him, and knew he was not one to fail to give rewards for a job well done.
With his troupe gone, Eduard had been left to rot, with only his crows to keep him company. They brought him candy and soda, as his new body ran on sugar. Fat, fat crows they were, swollen on the charred carrion of the magician's old friends. When this system of trade suddenly ceased to function, he was furious.
As much machine and animal as man, Eduard went to town, looking for the cause of the cessation of sweets. His inhuman body terrified the villagers, though he was not recognized as of yet. Eventually, he found that the town had been paying tribute to a gang, so they had no money for sweets. The magician whistled for his crows and took off. He had something to do with himself, and even better, he had a victim to vent his anger upon.
What followed was a horror too great to describe. Bodies lay on the floor, mangled by birds, grim magic, and unspeakable weaponry. The beast had taken his prey, and there were no survivors.
He came back a week later with a large bag of blood-spattered money, which he distributed amongst the townspeople. They realized that he meant them no harm, and even celebrated his defeat of the extortionists. He was confused. This town, the one that destroyed his life, that he was a parasite upon for months... they were celebrating him? He gave up trying to understand it, and decided to enjoy the ride. He had vented his anger, and he had always hated to hold grudges anyway.
Eduard Abattior was a "hero." He was loved like he was back in his carnival days. He may be a monster, but now he had a purpose.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A stream of consciousness writing of my Reborn character. Not great, or good, for that matter, but it was mildly entertaining to write.
The old magician had never loved the traditional arcane arts, so he instead had learned occult methods and illusions. He could astound and terrify with ease, but these skills were not appreciated by mundane folk. "Demonic," the called him. "Carnival Witch," he was named. They burned down the entire circus, with him trapped inside. His wounds could never be healed... but they could be fixed.
Ever since the fire, he has been repairing himself, angry at the world for tearing his new family away from him. All he had left were his crows and his dolls. The dolls were all destroyed, torn apart, and meshed with organs and sinew. The crows were retrained, taught thievery and violence. The murder knew him, and knew he was not one to fail to give rewards for a job well done.
With his troupe gone, Eduard had been left to rot, with only his crows to keep him company. They brought him candy and soda, as his new body ran on sugar. Fat, fat crows they were, swollen on the charred carrion of the magician's old friends. When this system of trade suddenly ceased to function, he was furious.
As much machine and animal as man, Eduard went to town, looking for the cause of the cessation of sweets. His inhuman body terrified the villagers, though he was not recognized as of yet. Eventually, he found that the town had been paying tribute to a gang, so they had no money for sweets. The magician whistled for his crows and took off. He had something to do with himself, and even better, he had a victim to vent his anger upon.
What followed was a horror too great to describe. Bodies lay on the floor, mangled by birds, grim magic, and unspeakable weaponry. The beast had taken his prey, and there were no survivors.
He came back a week later with a large bag of blood-spattered money, which he distributed amongst the townspeople. They realized that he meant them no harm, and even celebrated his defeat of the extortionists. He was confused. This town, the one that destroyed his life, that he was a parasite upon for months... they were celebrating him? He gave up trying to understand it, and decided to enjoy the ride. He had vented his anger, and he had always hated to hold grudges anyway.
Eduard Abattior was a "hero." He was loved like he was back in his carnival days. He may be a monster, but now he had a purpose.
A stream of consciousness writing of my Reborn character. Not great, or good, for that matter, but it was mildly entertaining to write.
The old magician had never loved the traditional arcane arts, so he instead had learned occult methods and illusions. He could astound and terrify with ease, but these skills were not appreciated by mundane folk. "Demonic," the called him. "Carnival Witch," he was named. They burned down the entire circus, with him trapped inside. His wounds could never be healed... but they could be fixed.
Ever since the fire, he has been repairing himself, angry at the world for tearing his new family away from him. All he had left were his crows and his dolls. The dolls were all destroyed, torn apart, and meshed with organs and sinew. The crows were retrained, taught thievery and violence. The murder knew him, and knew he was not one to fail to give rewards for a job well done.
With his troupe gone, Eduard had been left to rot, with only his crows to keep him company. They brought him candy and soda, as his new body ran on sugar. Fat, fat crows they were, swollen on the charred carrion of the magician's old friends. When this system of trade suddenly ceased to function, he was furious.
As much machine and animal as man, Eduard went to town, looking for the cause of the cessation of sweets. His inhuman body terrified the villagers, though he was not recognized as of yet. Eventually, he found that the town had been paying tribute to a gang, so they had no money for sweets. The magician whistled for his crows and took off. He had something to do with himself, and even better, he had a victim to vent his anger upon.
What followed was a horror too great to describe. Bodies lay on the floor, mangled by birds, grim magic, and unspeakable weaponry. The beast had taken his prey, and there were no survivors.
He came back a week later with a large bag of blood-spattered money, which he distributed amongst the townspeople. They realized that he meant them no harm, and even celebrated his defeat of the extortionists. He was confused. This town, the one that destroyed his life, that he was a parasite upon for months... they were celebrating him? He gave up trying to understand it, and decided to enjoy the ride. He had vented his anger, and he had always hated to hold grudges anyway.
Eduard Abattior was a "hero." He was loved like he was back in his carnival days. He may be a monster, but now he had a purpose.
Love this!
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
hey guys, it's me, Markell_Thrasher_704. I recently came out as transgender, and instead of changing my old account's name, I decided to make a new one. Anyone who wants to know more can PM on this acc, since I will not be using the old one for anything except maybe characters & the like that I can't transfer over.
Please note, my new name is Meredith, but you can call me Mary. I hope that this doesn't change people's opinions on me, as I am the same person you knew
that sucks but it’s good that you’re good.
Not quite. I just can't come up with any ideas. I want to do something carnival themed, though.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Grape juice.
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
Hi yondor!
(Extended Signature)
Nice, congrats
no more time for dnd
Sup Meredith 🤟
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
New pfp, awesome!
no more time for dnd
A stream of consciousness writing of my Reborn character. Not great, or good, for that matter, but it was mildly entertaining to write.
The old magician had never loved the traditional arcane arts, so he instead had learned occult methods and illusions. He could astound and terrify with ease, but these skills were not appreciated by mundane folk. "Demonic," the called him. "Carnival Witch," he was named. They burned down the entire circus, with him trapped inside. His wounds could never be healed... but they could be fixed.
Ever since the fire, he has been repairing himself, angry at the world for tearing his new family away from him. All he had left were his crows and his dolls. The dolls were all destroyed, torn apart, and meshed with organs and sinew. The crows were retrained, taught thievery and violence. The murder knew him, and knew he was not one to fail to give rewards for a job well done.
With his troupe gone, Eduard had been left to rot, with only his crows to keep him company. They brought him candy and soda, as his new body ran on sugar. Fat, fat crows they were, swollen on the charred carrion of the magician's old friends. When this system of trade suddenly ceased to function, he was furious.
As much machine and animal as man, Eduard went to town, looking for the cause of the cessation of sweets. His inhuman body terrified the villagers, though he was not recognized as of yet. Eventually, he found that the town had been paying tribute to a gang, so they had no money for sweets. The magician whistled for his crows and took off. He had something to do with himself, and even better, he had a victim to vent his anger upon.
What followed was a horror too great to describe. Bodies lay on the floor, mangled by birds, grim magic, and unspeakable weaponry. The beast had taken his prey, and there were no survivors.
He came back a week later with a large bag of blood-spattered money, which he distributed amongst the townspeople. They realized that he meant them no harm, and even celebrated his defeat of the extortionists. He was confused. This town, the one that destroyed his life, that he was a parasite upon for months... they were celebrating him? He gave up trying to understand it, and decided to enjoy the ride. He had vented his anger, and he had always hated to hold grudges anyway.
Eduard Abattior was a "hero." He was loved like he was back in his carnival days. He may be a monster, but now he had a purpose.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Awesome!
(Extended Signature)
Love this!
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
Hi woods!
(Extended Signature)
Hi Mary!
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
How are you?
(Extended Signature)
I’m good. Just hanging out on here while I wait for my laundry to dry. How about you? What’s up?
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
Nothing much. Waiting for someone to rp with me on my discord server
(Extended Signature)
Have fun! Hope you find someone. What’s up with your band?
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
No one seems to want to join the band sadly. I did find a drummer tho
(Extended Signature)
That really sucks. Hope you find some more members and score a couple gigs. Good luck.
I’m going to head off soon but have a great night and I hope you find someone to rp with.
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
Thank you woods! Have a good night!🤗🤗🤗
(Extended Signature)
Congrats Mary. I like the new name too. Fancy.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!