Reminds me of the fate of one of our homebrew antagonists; last time we saw him a giant snake lady fell in love with him and abducted him. DM was really secretive about whether or not he's still alive, so we're all just avoiding the topic like he's Beetlejuice because we never wanna see that...
So in case anyone's actually reading this, be prepared for the ramblings of someone who's awake at 4 a.m. googling song lyrics and having an epiphany. Just mean to say...
... I warned you.
This is probably just gonna turn into the purely subjective, way too long ramblings of someone who came to...
Can't touch this ē.ô
Haven't posted cat pics in a year! Well, Watson is a big boy by now and that hoodlum is Felix.
Wait, lemme pull up my little big fluffball, too.
Like, my gallery is 50% Watson and Felix looking Silly and 50% memes.
I'd say help me, but I'm afraid it's too late.
Ohh, interesting thread!
I recently discovered that I have this weird habit of always having to make the first step with my left foot when I start walking. If I accidentally use my right foot instead, I'll stop for a second, then start over using my left foot. And I have no frickin' idea why I...
Rather old, but I guess it'd fit pretty much into what you listed- (though I can't imagine that you haven't tried it yet, as it's, well, very very well known, but-) the Elder Scrolls games?
Alternatively, Dragon's Dogma or Kingdoms of Amalur? Both of those games have more dynamic battle...
Hey there!
I'm from central Europe, too!^^
Bored demon x serious priest on a road trip
Good omens knockoff or
Cyberpunk angels and demons and awakening old gods sounds great, if you're still looking for partners!
Urban fantasy is awesome, too. C:
Location: The Blood Domain
Time: Early Evening
Involved: Auryn, Freesia, Ryatt, Quinn, Minerva, Artemis
Quinn still didn't seem all too happy, the usual, slight smile she constantly wore, wiped away as she slightly pursed her lips. She would've frowned, if she'd still had eyebrows or a...
For a moment, out of pure habit and instinct, Esra slightly slightly lowered his head so his eyes were definitely hidden in the shadows the deep hood of his coat cast over his face. If anyone was to see the signature yellow of his irises that all Revenants shared, it was all that mattered...
- Peter, sacrificial cave -
As he emerged from the tunnel after John, Peter's expression had gone from playfully mischievous to dead serious. Hinim standing in the only way leading out of the cave, the glowing crystals in the walls painted a crown of sanguine light into his hair as the darkness...
There had been a time when Esra had cared. Truly cared, perhaps too much, about the wellbeing of everyone. There had been a time when he had focused all his strength and given everything up for a man who didn't deserve it.
The world had always been a shithole and if he was being honest he didn't...
Just a heads up for everyone who's still waiting for a reply:
Getting into my new job (or rather workplace) took a lot of my energy this week, but I'm starting to get settled and I have a quiet weekend ahead of me.
So replies are on their way!
Thank you for your patience ❤
While Esra constantly made an effort to control his hunting instinct, he knew that, in most cases, his instincts could be trusted. Even before he had become a Revenant he'd listened to his gut feeling most of the time, and it had rarely ever betrayed him.
So when something inside him kicked him...
Today was a shambling day. It wasn't something caused by the virus as much as it was a matter of pulling himself together, and today, Esra just didn't really feel like it. If he did, if he watched his body language, facial expression and the way he spoke, he could easily pass as a human; but if...
I am dead, but it's not so bad.
I've learned to live with it.
{slide=Basics}Name ; Esra Blackburn
Nickname(s) ; Es, Black, Clawface (from a group of people he trades with regularly)
Gender ; male
Age ; 27 years
Species ; Revenant (Infected, but not showing a full outbreak of the virus.)
Height ...
- Peter, Hangman's Grotto -
Peter was floatung idly in mid-aur as he watched the lost boys play. Internally he made a list. Tootles, Nibs, Slightly, Curly, The Twins, Michael... who of them would be sacrifice to Neverland once it got hungry again, presumably five or six months after it's soon...