He nods slowly "Theyre likely the ones who deserve it most..." He begins flying slightly higher
Sarana follows. "And maybe you can enjoy it. Just a tiny bit."
"... Maybe slightly... It really depends..."
"It's okay to be happy when people get what they deserve."
"But should I be happy that Im doing it when they have no way to retaliate? Is it ok to be happy to give 'justice' if theyre pinned?"
"If you were helpless, they wouldn't have any qualms about killing you. And there's a good chance that they would enjoy it."
"I suppose thats fair... I suppose I can try my best to feel the same as they would in my place..."
"You don't have to feel the same way as them. They're tyrants and murderers. They enjoy your pain. The reason you should enjoy it is because they're getting what they deserve."
He nods slowly "Thats true... Though, I think theres only 3 people I fully hope get what they deserve..."
"Who?"
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Tear is visible. He’s small, with blue hair styled into short spikes. His eyes are a very pale grey, nearly white, and his face and arms are covered with swirling tattoos in multicoloured inks. His arms are bare, and he wears a sleeveless top and loose trousers. His feet are bare, and they are tattooed as well.
Astara stares at him.
He meets her gaze, then blinks and sits up straighter. “I didn’t recognise you at first, but I do now. You used to be an angel, right?”
"Should I know you?"
He shakes his head. “You’ve never seen me before.” He smiles. “I bought you some shoes once, though.”
She smiles back. "I think I remember that. I didn't know who they were from. Thank you."
“You are very welcome. I’d been hanging around the tavern for a while, and you seemed nice.”
"I try to be. You seem nice, too."
He smiles widely, then looks like he’s suddenly had a thought. “You might recognise this, though.” His tattoos run and blur together, and his face fades into the background, along with the rest of him, including his clothes, apart from a pair of silver footprints, where his feet were.
"I remember seeing you looking like that, before."
He reappears, the tattoos going back to their previous shapes. “How are you, anyway? You were seriously injured the last time I was here.”
"I'm... better. When were you last here?"
“I don’t know exactly. You had lost your foot, and there were devils everywhere. It was getting a little too dangerous, so I hopped right out.” He rests his chin on his palm. “How much better?”
"I'm not injured anymore." Tear notices a scar on her cheek that didn't use to be there.
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He nods slowly "Theyre likely the ones who deserve it most..." He begins flying slightly higher
Sarana follows. "And maybe you can enjoy it. Just a tiny bit."
"... Maybe slightly... It really depends..."
"It's okay to be happy when people get what they deserve."
"But should I be happy that Im doing it when they have no way to retaliate? Is it ok to be happy to give 'justice' if theyre pinned?"
"If you were helpless, they wouldn't have any qualms about killing you. And there's a good chance that they would enjoy it."
"I suppose thats fair... I suppose I can try my best to feel the same as they would in my place..."
"You don't have to feel the same way as them. They're tyrants and murderers. They enjoy your pain. The reason you should enjoy it is because they're getting what they deserve."
He nods slowly "Thats true... Though, I think theres only 3 people I fully hope get what they deserve..."
"Who?"
"The first is less of a person, more a group. Just the gods as a whole. Second is Astara. Third..."
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Tear is visible. He’s small, with blue hair styled into short spikes. His eyes are a very pale grey, nearly white, and his face and arms are covered with swirling tattoos in multicoloured inks. His arms are bare, and he wears a sleeveless top and loose trousers. His feet are bare, and they are tattooed as well.
Astara stares at him.
He meets her gaze, then blinks and sits up straighter. “I didn’t recognise you at first, but I do now. You used to be an angel, right?”
"Should I know you?"
He shakes his head. “You’ve never seen me before.” He smiles. “I bought you some shoes once, though.”
She smiles back. "I think I remember that. I didn't know who they were from. Thank you."
“You are very welcome. I’d been hanging around the tavern for a while, and you seemed nice.”
"I try to be. You seem nice, too."
He smiles widely, then looks like he’s suddenly had a thought. “You might recognise this, though.” His tattoos run and blur together, and his face fades into the background, along with the rest of him, including his clothes, apart from a pair of silver footprints, where his feet were.
"I remember seeing you looking like that, before."
He reappears, the tattoos going back to their previous shapes. “How are you, anyway? You were seriously injured the last time I was here.”
"I'm... better. When were you last here?"
“I don’t know exactly. You had lost your foot, and there were devils everywhere. It was getting a little too dangerous, so I hopped right out.” He rests his chin on his palm. “How much better?”
"I'm not injured anymore." Tear notices a scar on her cheek that didn't use to be there.
He smiles a little. “Your face would suggest otherwise. How’d that happen?” He gestures to the scar.
“So that’s a yes?” Obadiah stares back. His expression is cold.
"Of course, I do have many who would support me in that endeavor." Flare is back to being light-hearted.
“It won’t be enough.” Obadiah’s lip curls. “There’s only so much you can do against some of the forces arraigned against you. Screaming is one. Dying another.”
Tear is visible. He’s small, with blue hair styled into short spikes. His eyes are a very pale grey, nearly white, and his face and arms are covered with swirling tattoos in multicoloured inks. His arms are bare, and he wears a sleeveless top and loose trousers. His feet are bare, and they are tattooed as well.
Astara stares at him.
He meets her gaze, then blinks and sits up straighter. “I didn’t recognise you at first, but I do now. You used to be an angel, right?”
"Should I know you?"
He shakes his head. “You’ve never seen me before.” He smiles. “I bought you some shoes once, though.”
She smiles back. "I think I remember that. I didn't know who they were from. Thank you."
“You are very welcome. I’d been hanging around the tavern for a while, and you seemed nice.”
"I try to be. You seem nice, too."
He smiles widely, then looks like he’s suddenly had a thought. “You might recognise this, though.” His tattoos run and blur together, and his face fades into the background, along with the rest of him, including his clothes, apart from a pair of silver footprints, where his feet were.
"I remember seeing you looking like that, before."
He reappears, the tattoos going back to their previous shapes. “How are you, anyway? You were seriously injured the last time I was here.”
"I'm... better. When were you last here?"
“I don’t know exactly. You had lost your foot, and there were devils everywhere. It was getting a little too dangerous, so I hopped right out.” He rests his chin on his palm. “How much better?”
"I'm not injured anymore." Tear notices a scar on her cheek that didn't use to be there.
He smiles a little. “Your face would suggest otherwise. How’d that happen?” He gestures to the scar.
"I... I don't want to talk about it. Please."
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He nods slowly "Theyre likely the ones who deserve it most..." He begins flying slightly higher
Sarana follows. "And maybe you can enjoy it. Just a tiny bit."
"... Maybe slightly... It really depends..."
"It's okay to be happy when people get what they deserve."
"But should I be happy that Im doing it when they have no way to retaliate? Is it ok to be happy to give 'justice' if theyre pinned?"
"If you were helpless, they wouldn't have any qualms about killing you. And there's a good chance that they would enjoy it."
"I suppose thats fair... I suppose I can try my best to feel the same as they would in my place..."
"You don't have to feel the same way as them. They're tyrants and murderers. They enjoy your pain. The reason you should enjoy it is because they're getting what they deserve."
He nods slowly "Thats true... Though, I think theres only 3 people I fully hope get what they deserve..."
"Who?"
"The first is less of a person, more a group. Just the gods as a whole. Second is Astara. Third..."
"Who's the third?"
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Tear is visible. He’s small, with blue hair styled into short spikes. His eyes are a very pale grey, nearly white, and his face and arms are covered with swirling tattoos in multicoloured inks. His arms are bare, and he wears a sleeveless top and loose trousers. His feet are bare, and they are tattooed as well.
Astara stares at him.
He meets her gaze, then blinks and sits up straighter. “I didn’t recognise you at first, but I do now. You used to be an angel, right?”
"Should I know you?"
He shakes his head. “You’ve never seen me before.” He smiles. “I bought you some shoes once, though.”
She smiles back. "I think I remember that. I didn't know who they were from. Thank you."
“You are very welcome. I’d been hanging around the tavern for a while, and you seemed nice.”
"I try to be. You seem nice, too."
He smiles widely, then looks like he’s suddenly had a thought. “You might recognise this, though.” His tattoos run and blur together, and his face fades into the background, along with the rest of him, including his clothes, apart from a pair of silver footprints, where his feet were.
"I remember seeing you looking like that, before."
He reappears, the tattoos going back to their previous shapes. “How are you, anyway? You were seriously injured the last time I was here.”
"I'm... better. When were you last here?"
“I don’t know exactly. You had lost your foot, and there were devils everywhere. It was getting a little too dangerous, so I hopped right out.” He rests his chin on his palm. “How much better?”
"I'm not injured anymore." Tear notices a scar on her cheek that didn't use to be there.
He smiles a little. “Your face would suggest otherwise. How’d that happen?” He gestures to the scar.
"I... I don't want to talk about it. Please."
He stops smiling. “OK. What would you prefer to talk about?”
“So that’s a yes?” Obadiah stares back. His expression is cold.
"Of course, I do have many who would support me in that endeavor." Flare is back to being light-hearted.
“It won’t be enough.” Obadiah’s lip curls. “There’s only so much you can do against some of the forces arraigned against you. Screaming is one. Dying another.”
"Then you are lost, and such, I'm here to lead you back." Flare extends his hand, almost as if Obadiah has fallen on the ground.
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Tear is visible. He’s small, with blue hair styled into short spikes. His eyes are a very pale grey, nearly white, and his face and arms are covered with swirling tattoos in multicoloured inks. His arms are bare, and he wears a sleeveless top and loose trousers. His feet are bare, and they are tattooed as well.
Astara stares at him.
He meets her gaze, then blinks and sits up straighter. “I didn’t recognise you at first, but I do now. You used to be an angel, right?”
"Should I know you?"
He shakes his head. “You’ve never seen me before.” He smiles. “I bought you some shoes once, though.”
She smiles back. "I think I remember that. I didn't know who they were from. Thank you."
“You are very welcome. I’d been hanging around the tavern for a while, and you seemed nice.”
"I try to be. You seem nice, too."
He smiles widely, then looks like he’s suddenly had a thought. “You might recognise this, though.” His tattoos run and blur together, and his face fades into the background, along with the rest of him, including his clothes, apart from a pair of silver footprints, where his feet were.
"I remember seeing you looking like that, before."
He reappears, the tattoos going back to their previous shapes. “How are you, anyway? You were seriously injured the last time I was here.”
"I'm... better. When were you last here?"
“I don’t know exactly. You had lost your foot, and there were devils everywhere. It was getting a little too dangerous, so I hopped right out.” He rests his chin on his palm. “How much better?”
"I'm not injured anymore." Tear notices a scar on her cheek that didn't use to be there.
He smiles a little. “Your face would suggest otherwise. How’d that happen?” He gestures to the scar.
"I... I don't want to talk about it. Please."
He stops smiling. “OK. What would you prefer to talk about?”
"How... how are you able to turn invisible? I haven't heard of any magic like."
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He nods slowly "Theyre likely the ones who deserve it most..." He begins flying slightly higher
Sarana follows. "And maybe you can enjoy it. Just a tiny bit."
"... Maybe slightly... It really depends..."
"It's okay to be happy when people get what they deserve."
"But should I be happy that Im doing it when they have no way to retaliate? Is it ok to be happy to give 'justice' if theyre pinned?"
"If you were helpless, they wouldn't have any qualms about killing you. And there's a good chance that they would enjoy it."
"I suppose thats fair... I suppose I can try my best to feel the same as they would in my place..."
"You don't have to feel the same way as them. They're tyrants and murderers. They enjoy your pain. The reason you should enjoy it is because they're getting what they deserve."
He nods slowly "Thats true... Though, I think theres only 3 people I fully hope get what they deserve..."
"Who?"
"The first is less of a person, more a group. Just the gods as a whole. Second is Astara. Third..."
"Who's the third?"
"Theyre... Unimportant. Theyre gone."
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He nods slowly "Theyre likely the ones who deserve it most..." He begins flying slightly higher
Sarana follows. "And maybe you can enjoy it. Just a tiny bit."
"... Maybe slightly... It really depends..."
"It's okay to be happy when people get what they deserve."
"But should I be happy that Im doing it when they have no way to retaliate? Is it ok to be happy to give 'justice' if theyre pinned?"
"If you were helpless, they wouldn't have any qualms about killing you. And there's a good chance that they would enjoy it."
"I suppose thats fair... I suppose I can try my best to feel the same as they would in my place..."
"You don't have to feel the same way as them. They're tyrants and murderers. They enjoy your pain. The reason you should enjoy it is because they're getting what they deserve."
He nods slowly "Thats true... Though, I think theres only 3 people I fully hope get what they deserve..."
"Who?"
"The first is less of a person, more a group. Just the gods as a whole. Second is Astara. Third..."
"Who's the third?"
"Theyre... Unimportant. Theyre gone."
"Please tell me, Tefeerinn."
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“So that’s a yes?” Obadiah stares back. His expression is cold.
"Of course, I do have many who would support me in that endeavor." Flare is back to being light-hearted.
“It won’t be enough.” Obadiah’s lip curls. “There’s only so much you can do against some of the forces arraigned against you. Screaming is one. Dying another.”
"Then you are lost, and such, I'm here to lead you back." Flare extends his hand, almost as if Obadiah has fallen on the ground.
*I know it wasn’t intended, but Obadiah just got intense PTSD.* He shoves the hand away. “Don’t touch me. Don’t try and touch me. I don’t want your help or leadership.” He stands up, face cold and voice harsh, and walks away.
He nods slowly "Theyre likely the ones who deserve it most..." He begins flying slightly higher
Sarana follows. "And maybe you can enjoy it. Just a tiny bit."
"... Maybe slightly... It really depends..."
"It's okay to be happy when people get what they deserve."
"But should I be happy that Im doing it when they have no way to retaliate? Is it ok to be happy to give 'justice' if theyre pinned?"
"If you were helpless, they wouldn't have any qualms about killing you. And there's a good chance that they would enjoy it."
"I suppose thats fair... I suppose I can try my best to feel the same as they would in my place..."
"You don't have to feel the same way as them. They're tyrants and murderers. They enjoy your pain. The reason you should enjoy it is because they're getting what they deserve."
He nods slowly "Thats true... Though, I think theres only 3 people I fully hope get what they deserve..."
"Who?"
"The first is less of a person, more a group. Just the gods as a whole. Second is Astara. Third..."
"Who's the third?"
"Theyre... Unimportant. Theyre gone."
"Please tell me, Tefeerinn."
He sighs "Theyre name was Quargarygmos...."
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Tear is visible. He’s small, with blue hair styled into short spikes. His eyes are a very pale grey, nearly white, and his face and arms are covered with swirling tattoos in multicoloured inks. His arms are bare, and he wears a sleeveless top and loose trousers. His feet are bare, and they are tattooed as well.
Astara stares at him.
He meets her gaze, then blinks and sits up straighter. “I didn’t recognise you at first, but I do now. You used to be an angel, right?”
"Should I know you?"
He shakes his head. “You’ve never seen me before.” He smiles. “I bought you some shoes once, though.”
She smiles back. "I think I remember that. I didn't know who they were from. Thank you."
“You are very welcome. I’d been hanging around the tavern for a while, and you seemed nice.”
"I try to be. You seem nice, too."
He smiles widely, then looks like he’s suddenly had a thought. “You might recognise this, though.” His tattoos run and blur together, and his face fades into the background, along with the rest of him, including his clothes, apart from a pair of silver footprints, where his feet were.
"I remember seeing you looking like that, before."
He reappears, the tattoos going back to their previous shapes. “How are you, anyway? You were seriously injured the last time I was here.”
"I'm... better. When were you last here?"
“I don’t know exactly. You had lost your foot, and there were devils everywhere. It was getting a little too dangerous, so I hopped right out.” He rests his chin on his palm. “How much better?”
"I'm not injured anymore." Tear notices a scar on her cheek that didn't use to be there.
He smiles a little. “Your face would suggest otherwise. How’d that happen?” He gestures to the scar.
"I... I don't want to talk about it. Please."
He stops smiling. “OK. What would you prefer to talk about?”
"How... how are you able to turn invisible? I haven't heard of any magic like."
“It’s the tattoos. They act like camouflage. That way, truesight and similar doesn’t work on me. It took a lot of practice.”
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Yes. Are we still doing that?
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
“So that’s a yes?” Obadiah stares back. His expression is cold.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"Who?"
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"I'm not injured anymore." Tear notices a scar on her cheek that didn't use to be there.
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"Of course, I do have many who would support me in that endeavor." Flare is back to being light-hearted.
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"The first is less of a person, more a group. Just the gods as a whole. Second is Astara. Third..."
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
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That's up to you.
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Definitely not an alt account I promise.
He smiles a little. “Your face would suggest otherwise. How’d that happen?” He gestures to the scar.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
“It won’t be enough.” Obadiah’s lip curls. “There’s only so much you can do against some of the forces arraigned against you. Screaming is one. Dying another.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"I... I don't want to talk about it. Please."
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"Who's the third?"
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He stops smiling. “OK. What would you prefer to talk about?”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"Then you are lost, and such, I'm here to lead you back." Flare extends his hand, almost as if Obadiah has fallen on the ground.
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"How... how are you able to turn invisible? I haven't heard of any magic like."
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"Theyre... Unimportant. Theyre gone."
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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This is very nice..
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"Please tell me, Tefeerinn."
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*I know it wasn’t intended, but Obadiah just got intense PTSD.* He shoves the hand away. “Don’t touch me. Don’t try and touch me. I don’t want your help or leadership.” He stands up, face cold and voice harsh, and walks away.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
He sighs "Theyre name was Quargarygmos...."
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Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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“It’s the tattoos. They act like camouflage. That way, truesight and similar doesn’t work on me. It took a lot of practice.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.