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STATUS: If I find out any of my writing partners are using AI to write their posts I'm gonna wind up on the news 17 days ago
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17 days ago
Current If I find out any of my writing partners are using AI to write their posts I'm gonna wind up on the news
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18 days ago
fuck
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1 mo ago
As long as you don't asspull the ability to shut off magic like ATLA did, then yeah ATLA is peak
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2 mos ago
every single writer on this website does a better job than joanne
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2 mos ago
Hello sir you dropped your inside thought
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But in a capital-S kinda way.


I invented necromancy and the windmill. I beat the sun in a poker match during the summer of 1273 and God hasn't felt the same since.


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In The Sisters of the Dying Branch → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In The Sisters of the Dying Branch → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Iris Aderast


Sister Lark knew how to make pancakes, that’s for damn sure, Iris lost track of the song that playing through her earbuds when she was staring out the window, no doubt lost in thinking about something; Her plate was cleaned off already, and she was just sitting around doing nothing. She was actually still blinking off sleep from last night, Iris spent quite a few nights out there, picking up leaves and brush and rocks for golems, and gathering things for potions...wait a minute, potions. A light bulb perked up in her head. It was what? 8am? Surely Deborah wouldn’t come and snatch them at this hour, she got up and scurried off the the potion room on the other end of the house, lazily stuffing her earbuds down the chest pocket of her coat she weirdly slept in.

After a short walk down the mostly empty halls, Iris was at the potion room with a big black book in one arm, and Corvus on her shoulder. That book was her golem book, on it were various alchemical charms consisting of glass, herbs of the supernaturally repulsive persuasions, and, unbecoming of her, dried garlic. Her book would be used against the coven in the wrong hands, so Iris believed this would be a good idea. Stepping into the lofty lab, she quickly outstretched an arm along the old shelves so Corvus could hop into them. Numerous labels along the shelves, distilleries and other doohickeys few witches actually cared for the names of were in the well lit room. ”Corvus, bring me Carandrella, 120%, 5 milligrams, red bottle.” Iris told the tiny wooden creature, which was only six inches tall in a loud voice, unaware of anyone else. Corvus quickly scurried along to find the bottle of highly energy-dense, but damn near psychoactive mushroom oil she was going to need. Iris glides across the room and stopped at a workstation, flipping to a bookmarked page with an oddly humanoid figure vaguely depicted on a lineless page with alchemy circles on it. Hopefully Corvus didn’t drop a vial of shroom juice that could drop a rhino in two seconds before he actually brought it to Iris....

”Hmm, that one didn’t work...Elicara didn’t work either...that one made napalm- oh, hey Rowan.” How long was she existing there? While Corvus meandered past the other girl for a vial of highly concentrated and toxic oil, likely across the room. She didn’t pay much kind to Cass, since she didn’t exactly know her, surely they wouldn’t be thrown into panic by what they heard? Right? ”I didn’t see you two there, what’s up?” Iris was lazily teaching for an empty glass to mix some stuff, she looked liked she dragged herself out of bed, her hair was in a messy stream down her back and shoulders and her clothes were wrinkles. She probably needed a shower too, actually..

@blackdragon@Jumbus



Isolde Morden


Morning had come and Isolde was still asleep, in a hammock, oddly enough. Isolde was used to living and traveling through very mountainous land, so she packed stuff for this; her backpack was hooked onto a tree branch with her staff resting across the straps, while she slept a in a large hammock a few feet high. She set it up last night shortly after most of her new witchmates had already went to bed. Isolde spent half an hour just staring at the clouds wide awake without actually getting up, she wasn’t really in gear to get up and move until she got bored of watching the not so thundery sky; Swinging herself around and into her feet, Isolde spent the next few minutes taking down her hammock and wrapping it up in her bag. She was the walking into the house to eat with the occasional tink of her staff hitting the ground. It was a lovely day indeed.

Walking into the house for the first time, Isolde took note of a board which listed the names of who was staying where. Isolde’s name was with to other girls, that was pleasant. She kept her bag on as she made her way into the seemingly paranormally maintained kitchen for some pancakes. A stacked plate, and some stretching of knitted muscles from her journey down the mountain later, Isolde scurried upstairs to try and find her exact room, the halls were quiet, as most of the witches were eating still. Isolde, in her mountain trekking get up of backpack and staff on her person, looked like she just arrived to minutes ago. Her inky long hair was a mess and she would love a good shower right about now. The house looked nice. But Isolde was lost.

It wasn’t until she could hear a couple of people taking that she would get help, she meandered down the hall to see a couple of girls, a blonde and a redhead in a rather...captivating outfit...She knocked on the open door daintily to announce her presence to the two. ”Excuse me, I’m a little lost, I’m trying to find room three. Would either of you two know where that is?” She asked politely standing in the doorway with her staff in hand, it was glaringly obvious that she was one of the newer witches that didn’t live her 24/7.

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In To Claim a Starting World → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@LadyRunic

“Nay, I have no son,” Mira replied to the man, who had an obvious disdain for her odd speech. “I am a traveler, I’ve walked all through the north until this day, and I will stay here for a time. What is this market day you speak of?” Almost as if listening to their conversation, the black feathered bird above their heads fluttered down between them, right in front of Mira before harping at her. This wasn’t new to her. “Hush already, there...” She reaches into her cloak with her free hand, and produce a few seeds of various origins, which she proceeded to toss out of the way; The annoying thing hopped away to eat it’s fill. In near complete disregard for the crow, Mira returned her attention to the man she was speaking to. “Are merchants coming to this town? I shall stay longer, perhaps.” Mira made note of the mess hall in the distance, which was quite easy given the drunkard stumbling about. The stories that were yet to become known to Mira would no doubt reveal themselves in due time, as the sun grew higher, the town became clearer and livelier, more people poking their heads out of their homes as fires died down. “I am called Mira of the Crows Eye, I do not intend to cause trouble in this village.” She stated, her appearance was a little strange, the sentries wouldn’t disturb a strange looking woman such as herself, and feeding a crow likely didn’t give a good impression of an outsider dressed in black.

But it was no doubt fate that this old crone had arrived in Norn, for in passing she had seen visions of strange things in the village whose name the spirits whispered to her. Violent things, deep within the cold of the forest. Flashes of hunters being robbed of their kills by something unbeknownst to Mira. She hadn’t ventured out to Norn for the intention of striking down something that was causing grief to the village, as it wasn’t her place. Rather, the sprits encouraged her to travel to this place in particular through their phantasmal ways. To Mira, Norn was just another stop on the road with something to see, but where she could help on her journeys, she indeed would. This knowledge was not something she would readily share with anyone here, the image of an outside who kept crowd and communed with the death would undoubtedly be traced to whatever was on the outskirts of Norn. Until she could put their minds to ease, it would remain a secret between her and the dead.
In The Sisters of the Dying Branch → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


In To Claim a Starting World → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I didnt know we had one
In Discord DnD 5e New players Welcome → 6 yrs ago Forum: Tabletop Interest Checks
Sooooo is this still going
In To Claim a Starting World → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Omni5876

Lmao
In To Claim a Starting World → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
The night was cold, all nights were. It was late, the sun had gone down what felt like days ago, and Mira was at the outskirts of Norn. As far as she could look, dim lights faintly painted the place before her, and the smell of firewood ever so faintly permeated outwards. The old crone stared into the moonlit dark atop a chilly hill, roughly 200 feet away from the road to Norn. They told her about this place, like many places. “To Norn. Fires among the night. Walk the long road.” The dead, and her crows for that matter, never did speak very clearly. Mira always believed it was hard to speak to the living from so far away, but it was of little consequence, as she arrived. Off into the distant sky, she could hear the guttural noises of a crow circling overhead, only confirming even more that she was meant to come here. The old woman descended the hill with her equally old staff in hand. Peaceful footsteps occasionally accented by the tink of her staff against the steadily growing stones along the road. Mira walked many roads like these throughout life, but few had stones sunken into the ground, they must have a good hold on things out here, she thought. The glow of the fires, and the scent of fires warming the homes grew as she approached.

A loose, airy black hood partially covering Mira’s face as dark hair slinked out made it clear she was an outsider, outsiders don’t look like villagers, dressing in dark clothes, wandering through the night. Mira passed home after home, following the warm glow she saw. There were others gathered in the place that was coming into view while the sounds of ravens still echoed. The night was always darkest before dawn, the sun would surely rise soon. Norn had a good feeling around it, children were beginning to scurry through the village, and the spirits were quiet, good signs. As the night began to lift, minute by minute, Mira’s dark figure became human. Her attire became muted slowly as her face was more visible. On her walk through Norn, she passed a man outside. He was tending to a blade on his doorstep in the faint morning light. Her stride slowed to stop a stone’s toss from the house he stood at.

“Good morning to you,” she called, her seasoned staff outstretched in her hand with a straightened arm as she lowered her hood with another, perhaps to appear unthreatening to a stranger. “If I may speak with you for a moment. I am not from this place, and have just arrived. Would you know where I might find a place to rest in this village? A tavern, or perhaps an inn?” Mira spoke politely and slowly towards the man, he may have just woken up, and she need not disturb the peaceful atmosphere. A raven cooed at the sight of Mira, from overhead of the two, atop the home’s roof. The spirits were watching.


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In To Claim a Starting World → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


In To Claim a Starting World → 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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