The Throne... Roleplay Thread

R:“Oh… HELL NO!” He runs up to the reaper and pushes them. “IT’S MY FAULT THIS HAPPENED TO HER!”

The reaper pushes him aside and takes a look at Abigail’s life force…TICK TOCK TICK TOCK

A(Telepathically):Y-yeah, of course." G(telepathically):“Same over here.” With the extra help, they were able to serve the customers quickly, clearing up the line. G:“Huh…you do look familiar too…” She squinted and looked at the lady. “Uhhh…”

R: “Well I’m evidently not wanted. See ya!” Reginald quickly runs to the house on the shore.

The lady’s sheathe has a bunch of names engraved on it. Fetachz… Heliph… Susan… Grea…?

Abigail lies on the ground, unable to move.

“Huh…could…hmn…” She looked closer. “Isn’t that…ah, god, I’m… I’m about to figure out who you are…”

“Excuse me!” Jester-face raises his hand, rubbing it against the face of a customer who looks like a court wizard, beard and everything. He evidently wants the attention of the owner.

The reaper takes out the soul (Okay with her being reaped?)

A(telepathically): Good, because I am so low on magic right now.

That reminds me, I got to say to you both , I’ll be leaving the town soon , for a reason I can’t say… Peko will still be here. The magic lock to my house is 37؏6 , ok? 37؏6. Keep it safe.

He passes two information sheets to the both of them.

A(audibly): Well, I gotta go. I think now. He runs off.

(Not really, but you can do it :sob:)


“What’s this? Hey hey!” The purple haired lady puts her hand up, waving it for one of the shopkeepers to notice.
A bag that allows some additional space than normal.

Jester-face raises his hand higher than hers, accidentally rubbing the face of a mystic.

Who is the mystic?

oh yeah
(insert fanfare)
(You gained the Info sheet boi , just say)

(Info on [character])
And i can give you the inscription on the sheet

A:“It’s an endless bag… you can put a lot of stuff in it’s before it’s filled up…” G:“wait, I know! Jaze!” Grea Grabbed her sleeve and pulled her towards her, before punching her in the gut as the traditionnal greeting they had. Grea always said it was to make sure they never let their guards down, back in the old days. Annebelle looked down at the info sheets. (Noice!)

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The reaper takes out a scythe and plunges it into Abigail’s chest. taking her soul. ZShe then removes the scythe and seems to disappear.

(inb4 lyndas can exist without a soul and now all hell breaks loose)

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(Can Lyndas please punch the reaper? That’d be funny.)

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Iskandar walks on the street.

(Cause I’m out of the loop)