Gardevoiran

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@POOHEAD189
It's okay man. Sleep gets ya sometimes.

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Eve

@Mega Birb

Eve grabbed the towel being handed to her by Syphax as she stepped out of the bathtub, covering up her bloody wounds and feathers as she ruffled a fair amount of feathers on her arms. Her own claws reached down into the towel covering her as she fumbled her own feathers around her thighs and pelvis in attempts to cover her scarred regions and give her some semblance of public decency for when she left the room and roamed around Heaven (no doubt tracking some blood behind her).

The female harpy was about to retrieve her crop top when she realized two things about wearing the top. The first thing was that she was covered in fresh scars, and each of those would undoubtedly hurt like absolute fucking hell if they were exposed to the air at the speeds Eve regularly flew at. The second thing was that it was currently tattered to shit and was covered in harpy blood, so that wasn't really great. It didn't pain Eve too terribly to do it, but she rummaged around through Syphax's clothes and pulled out a smaller shirt and put it on over her. "I hope it's okay that I steal this shirt..." she said as she returned to the doorway of the bathroom, wearing a shirt that was definitely too small for Syphax and was slightly too big for her.

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Abigail

@Mega Birb

Abigail was slightly confused at what Torag was trying to tell her about Gregorovic at first, but she understood as he continued explaining the situation. "Are you saying that what I can do places him in a tough spot...?" She knew her aptitude with dreams was respectable in some way, but she didn't know that she'd be able give someone a run for their money with it. It gave her a sense of duty, but the sense faded slightly when Torag brought up that it was a dangerous effort. "How dangerous, exactly...?"

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

The werebear growled fiercely at the troll before him when his opponent threw the gorilla-esque punch, however the punch would be sadly caught within the clawed grasp of the monstrous Old Ursa. This aged grizzly wasn't something to trifle with, as he had decades of experience piled on top of his already respectable ability to hold his own. What Old Ursa did not expect, however, was a deft headbutt delivered directly to his snout by the behemoth of an opponent he was currently wrestling. Now all the werebear could smell was a faint smell of blood, but it was overshadowed by the feeling of rushing adrenaline in his body. It'd been far too long since he'd transformed, and the feeling of relief was appreciated.

The old bear continued wrestling the troll until he noticed that Argon had arrived beside the two tyrants, and while he was slightly afraid that any of his hits would miss and contact him, he did know that any assistance here would be good assistance. "Head up!" roared Old Ursa as he broke free from wrestling the troll, delivering a hefty slash with his claws that would send the troll stumbling backwards, this time a few feet away from Argon.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@POOHEAD189@The Fated Fallen
I don't want to be rude, but the spelling for my character's name is Ursaren.

Sorry, but it annoys me when I see Ursun and Urasen.

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@Flamelord
I didn't know. Either way, it'll be funny afterwards.

"You can't drink?"
"No...?"
"Why are you an alcoholic?"
"... 'cause."

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Was that Bonesword at the bar? For a moment she thought on it before shrugging. She hadn't even realized that he could drink. Guess you learned something new every day.

@Flamelord

Tatiana ignored the skeleton's wet shirt.

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@Lucius Cypher
Damn. Kinky as fuck, this succubus is.

@6slyboy6
gud

@Mega Birb
Maybe he's an elephant.

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@The 42nd Gecko
Speaking of which, should Greg get poofed, what will he become?

@Mega Birb

My money is on a sea cucumber.

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@6slyboy6
Oh man it's such a coincidence, holy fuck.
^{Am I doing it right?}

The Crucible - Winner Take All

Bonesword - The Cereal Captain's Castle

Well, that solved things, didn't it?

After a few beeps, the clown that was Bo-Bonesword had reverted into the normal Bonesword within a flash of light, and the skeleton took a sigh of relief for a moment. The transformations were only for a short amount of time, and he was glad that it happened after the Klowns had ran the fuck off into the sky. If they were still around... one could only hope they'd play nice.

Bonesword started slowly walking out of the Amusement Mile before realizing that this would be a long walk, and that the skeleton needed the energy if he was going to fight again in a short amount of time. With this new information brought to light, Bonesword called upon a single entity to be brought up from the planks of the boardwalk with a Bloody Harvest, and low and behold, a tree stump rose from the planks that made the walkway. How it got there, not even Bonesword knew, but it was there, and that was good enough for the skeleton.

Bonesword climbed atop the stump's flat head as it began to gallop through the empty boardwalk wistfully, aloof to anything around it that wasn't an obstacle. It was only after a few moments, though, that the skeleton managed to spot something that looked... important. The amusement mile had an attraction that was dedicated to a pirate, who used a custom spoon-sword as a weapon. It was the mascot from earlier, for sure, and the area had caused the skeleton's interest to pique. After a hasty turn by the stump, who was told to wait outside the attraction, the skeleton walked into the halls of this castle, wondering what he'd find.