Dogdeer

The Pierrot Troll stood. "Hello. I haven't seen you before. I take you are looking for answers?"

Her voice was soft. The moon's gentle light caught the glint of the crystal-like protrusions on her horns.

Prophetic Naps

@pcrplevenom

This was no typical dream. The air was cool with the scent of rain. Marble halls stretched forth, many paths to be taken and explored.

On the floor was a mosaic of a grand tree, stretching its branches.

There was the sound of soft dancer's footsteps, and a Troll dressed as a Pierrot stood.

The 2nd full moon of August 2023 l Rami Ammoun

Starry starry night 💫

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?

The Bandits ran off, especially after a volley of very loud flashbangs.

Once satisfied they were gone, Capell came out of his hiding place, adjusting his bulletproof clothing and putting on a mask. "Are you hurt?" Capell asked.

His rifle was slung over his shoulder, clearly an air-powered one.

On Call

@adam--bomb

It was a more complex mission, but Aurora Lark III didn't just serve Trolls.

However, this planet, Pandora... It was a unique challenge in danger levels.

A respiratory illness was detected and determined dangerous, so the Aurora Lark III's scientists and doctors crafted vaccines. It was just getting the vaccines into the patients...

Bandits rarely came looking for anything other than a fight. Capturing them would be dangerous and unethical.

So the safest bet now... Darting them, as well as working on food-based vaccines.

If only there was a local doctor who could give insight before the powderkeg blew...

Capell Legato aimed his air rifle at a few Bandits that were carrying on in their usual way. It was then he noticed they were *after something*.

by Brian Carrington

“Aurora Borealis”, a chromolithograph from The Trouvelot Astronomical Drawings, 1882.⠀⁠

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"Great!" Rennoh went to examine the spider lilies, and then the soil. He was careful, as if listening to the actual plant's needs.

"Your home is lovely, Soldan. Earth is definitely different."

Soldan seems to busy gardening, since Spring started and she's bought a few flowers that are in season. A few sunflower seeds planted carefully, some Lavender and Star Liliies to add in.

i feel like if you stabbed an angel the blood trail would look like this

Once the directions were followed, Soldan would find herself in a triage room at a hospital in Harmonus, specializing in magic and psiionic needs.

A nurse would be quick to Soldan's side to assess her and take her to a cubicle that was sound proofed and darkened until she could be seen.

Soldan was violently trembling on her knees, gripping her left wrist tightly. The left hand was jet black with a dark purple-blue underone and clawed on the fingers. Her shadow magic corruption never lasted this long, and not having the best time dealing with it. It happened before, but this is looking bad.