HokumPocus

The Sanctuary

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Ar´oa tensed at Mirithal´s words. He was starting to understand how she saw the world, but found it concerning how easily she was able to detect his emotions, or in her words, his "colors". Someone like her would be a powerful ally against wasteland spirits, no doubt.

Another resident joined their conversation, one Ar´oa had yet to acquaint himself with. The unique combination of features that her physical appearance flaunted seemed odd to him. It was as if his own features were placed on top of a regular human, leaving him with an odd feeling that he couldn't quite describe.

"He won´t talk about it? What do you mean?" Ar´oa asked. He realized he hadn´t introduced himself as soon as the words escaped his mouth, but she hadn´t either, so he didn´t worry about the possibility of disrespecting her. Her body language alone made it clear she wasn´t the strict sort of person who would take offense to that.

If there was a mysterious spirit hidden from even the residents of the Sanctuary, then it was no doubt powerful. Would a being like that be able to help him? For the time being, he´d refrain from speaking about this in front of R and any of his sentinels. It was tempting to bring it up to the owner of the Sanctuary himself, but he'd most likely be brushed off or be seen as someone looking to cause trouble.

Gnome Gang!

Keebsie poo

K e e b l e r H e a r t h

I'm gonna guhknee you in the guhnuts, motherfucker.

_Name

Keebler Hearth

_Age

65

_Appearance

A very dirty old man who dislikes taking care of his appearance, Keebler isn't the type to make a good first impression, or a second or third or fourth one. He's short even for a gnome, with beady brown eyes and a face that's permanently set into a scowl. His bushy eyebrows are the same salt and pepper of his shoulder length, unkempt hair and beard.

_Personality

Keebler is almost never in a good mood. He despises a lot of things in life and isn't afraid to let everyone around him know it. His swearing and shouting is enough to make the other races think twice before crossing paths with him despite height differences. He does care about his allies, though, and no matter how many cynical quips he unloads on them both them and him know that he'll do the impossible to stand up for them. He treasures family above all else, and if a fellow gnome treats him with kindness, he'll hold back from most of his caustic language.

_Goal(s)

After his family was kidnapped and imprisoned by a village of dastardly humans for their entertainment, there was little hope that the Hearth name would survive. Keebler is the youngest and one of the only surviving members, meaning that the fate of his last name hangs above him the most.

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The Five Senses

working on a post OwO

Gnome Gang!

Keebsie poo

K e e b l e r H e a r t h

I'm gonna guhknee you in the guhnuts, motherfucker.

_Name

Keebler Hearth

_Age

65

_Appearance

A very dirty old man who dislikes taking care of his appearance, Keebler isn't the type to make a good first impression, or a second or third or fourth one. He's short even for a gnome, with beady brown eyes and a face that's permanently set into a scowl. His bushy eyebrows are the same salt and pepper of his shoulder length, unkempt hair and beard.

_Personality

Keebler is almost never in a good mood. He despises a lot of things in life and isn't afraid to let everyone around him know it. His swearing and shouting is enough to make the other races think twice before crossing paths with him despite height differences. He does care about his allies, though, and no matter how many cynical quips he unloads on them both them and him know that he'll do the impossible to stand up for them. He treasures family above all else, and if a fellow gnome treats him with kindness, he'll hold back from most of his caustic language.

_Goal(s)

After his family was kidnapped and imprisoned by a village of dastardly humans for their entertainment, there was little hope that the Hearth name would survive. Keebler is the youngest and one of the only surviving members, meaning that the fate of his last name hangs above him the most.

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Gnome Gang!

Im making a dirty old man instead now

also sexy gnomes are a reasonable enough concept compared to the filth on the 1x1 forum, all we need are some stilts, a pair of melons and a bra and we could get something going

Gnome Gang!

time 2 drag myself out of this writing slump... and be a sexy gnome...

The Five Senses

Still here O w O

Low Fantasy RP - Payle

Norton

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Norton was at a loss for words at the sheer amount of violence that had erupted around the tavern in the short time that he had been present. He was no stranger to conflict, but was certainly taken aback at the bold words of a very rude tiefling. The tiefling had insulted his goddess, his muse, his holy idol. Norton´s kind features hardened at having been so boldly defiled. That man may have gotten into a brawl and acted as if no serious harm had been done, but to Norton this was nothing short of a declaration of war.

He looked to Tristan, doing nothing to hide the rage in his eyes. "Norton Stahlder, of the order of Lumen. I agree." Norton´s gaze shifted to the tiefling. "Your words are less than nothing in the face of my goddess, and you will disrespect her no longer, demon!" he shouted. He drew his weapon and assumed a combative stance. The anger in his tone was indicative that he had taken it far more personally than needed.

Trouble in Korthos

I thought I could handle joining three roleplays within the same timeframe but I predictably ended up deep frying my brain. Creativity machine broke and my ideas for this have honestly been pretty terrible. Best of luck in this roleplay cum-chan o7

The Sanctuary

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So it wasn´t a spirit, didn´t know what a culture was, and struggled to even know the name of her species. Mirithal had once again stumped Ar´oa, leaving him with absolutely no idea how to continue the conversation without taking a large pause to get himself together.

"I thought that you were perhaps a spirit, but I am not sure now, and neither are you." An uncharacteristically direct way of speaking, but it had given him permission to do so. "And because of that, I wanted to know if you had any knowledge that could assist me." R could boast about his libraries all he wanted, but at the end of the day curses were a chiefly spiritual matter. His reluctance to seek out help was also a matter of pride, not wanting others to rob his burden from him.

"You shouldn´t apologize for being excited. There is nothing in this sanctuary that isn´t, on some level, different." Mirithal´s constantly changing form had proved to be a struggle for Ar´oa to ignore while speaking. Even if Mirithal was unsure of what it was, that didn´t mean it couldn´t bear some relation to what he was planning to study.

He repositioned his long legs to face it more directly. "There is a curse that surrounds my clan and I, one that I wish to know if you can detect upon the moment I step outside The Sanctuary." Despite Mirithal being oblivious to many things that other races would take for granted, it was worth an attempt to at least ask.