Two strangers and walking and talking, following the border of life and death The first turns to the second.
"So this is it?" The first one ask, breaking the silence. They are a creature of evil, bound in chains of law. "Maybe, but you never know." The second one reply, beginning the conversation. They are a creature of hatred and betrayal, bound in chains made by Society.
"I hope it is. That we might settle this and move beyond this." "You will move beyond this, I won't." The second corrects them.
"You never know, it could happen." "Only the gods could make it happen, and you carry not their power."
"Then who knows, I might be a one." "You, a priest? A devil and a priest? Both ends?" The second one counters.
"You have been many things, so why not I?" The devil asks "But we are the same, two kindred of Carceri."
"So be it. Has not He not made some of his own?" The second one shivers slightly. "Do not mention that being, even via in-betweens."
The first one, the devil, frowns. "I am an inbetween." They state before chuckling. "Like a priest?"
"Like a priest." "Then you must do the rites before you do the act."
"Then fine, I will do them." He says, clearing his throat. "Do you, Lysander, accept the passing of the ages has reach you?" "I have."
"I have submitted to the first, and am forced now to the second." The second one states. "And submit to the judgement of the court of the dead and all other ones?"
The devil continues. "And renounce the Lawful-Lord-Below and all his works?" Lysander is surprised by the statement.
But the Devil only chuckles, "This is how they do it, so must I, for I am a priest." Lysander thinks before finally answering, "Now, Alecto, this is not the time to be making enemies."
At this Alecto became inflamed and stabbed the Carcerian in the side, seeking to make his death a slow one. To his surprise, Lysander looked health on the exterior but inside, he was damaged and bruised, and thus the short stab had killed the warlock.
"Even now, you avoid me, Lysander. But I have done what I was asked to. He may not have your soul, but I have done my mission." With his, the orthon's skin melts and an erinyes steps forth, flying off to rest and recover. With that, Lysander's body disappears, teleporting to some far off corner and all is quiet once more.
*The death of Lysander*
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Okay, the blush was so obvious not even he could miss it. "Do you have a fever?" He poked her stump. "Did it get infected? I do not believe I am venomous."
She coughs again, embarrassed, and shakes her head. "No. No, never mind. It's nothing."
He blankly stared at her for a moment. "Okay, then."
And then she coughs for real, doubling over.
He holds her up. "What is it?"
"I don't feel so good..." She slumps, coughing hard.
He continues to hold her up. "What is wrong?"
She coughs up some black fluid.
He catches it, inspecting it.
It's fluid, so he only catches some, but looking closely he can see tiny little worms wriggling in it. Tasa looks at them, then at the rag she used to bind her wound after Rancor gave her blood. "Oh [GP]."
"What is it?"
"Parasites. That was the rag I used to wipe them off my gun last week..."
He looked at them for a moment more, then undid the rag. "I will take care of them." He held up a hand, and thin strings of crystallized blood comes from his fingertips, then entered the wound like worms themselves, hunting the parasites.
They've entered her bloodstream, spreading throughout her body.
The blood strings shrink enough to enter it, and they suck up the parasites like tiny vacumn cleaner cords, the worms visibly traveling through them and into Rancor.
*Cool. Is he immune to disease?*
*Pretty much, his body should be able to take any disease or poison and not really be affected. Though, it would be interesting to decide on special materials his body couldn't handle...*
*These are living creatures that feed on the blood in someone's body, growing larger and larger until they block the bloodflow, killing that person slowly.*
*Ah, yeah, that wouldn't bother him, he'd just crush them with his veins once they get large enough. That's sort of his 'special power'. He can manipulate his blood and flesh to do whatever.*
*Cool. So in that case, just make one Constitution save.*
*As per usual, just a d20 for now.*
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*Edit: Dice hate me today...*
*Yup...*
Rancor is pretty sure he got all the parasites.
He calls back his blood strings. "There." He gets the leftover bandages and uses it to re-wrap the wound.
"Thank you, Rancor. I'm sorry about how I acted toward you earlier. The fight, I mean." She meets his eyes for a moment, then glances away.
"It is alright." He coughs a bit. "Oh, these things are annoying. Hold on." He gets an empty cup and held his fingertip above it, then the parasites gets spat out from it into the cup neatly.
Tasa watches silently, then says quietly, "I wish I could do that. I had to kill those who didn't deserve to be killed in order to exterminate those things..."
He held up the cup and watched the worms wiggle. "It isn't as enjoyable as it looks."
"My job isn't to enjoy what I do. It's to help other people, so they won't feel the pain that I did."
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"Rules? The only rule for my kind is survive. My parents wouldnt tell a tale to convince me to do the obvious"
Fable sighs. "Sad. I'll tell you a short story and see if you get it, huh?"
".... You can if you want. But dont try to lie. Not around Vir
"Alright." The skeleton clears his nonexistent throat.
"A Town Mouse once visited a relative who lived in the country. For lunch the Country Mouse served wheat stalks, roots, and acorns, with a dash of cold water for drink. The Town Mouse ate very sparingly, nibbling a little of this and a little of that, and by her manner making it very plain that she ate the simple food only to be polite."
"Mice... You must mean steal. Mice are rodents that take"
Fable sighs again, but continues.
"After the meal the friends had a long talk, or rather the Town Mouse talked about her life in the city while the Country Mouse listened. They then went to bed in a cozy nest in the hedgerow and slept in quiet and comfort until morning. In her sleep the Country Mouse dreamed she was a Town Mouse with all the luxuries and delights of city life that her friend had described for her. So the next day when the Town Mouse asked the Country Mouse to go home with her to the city, she gladly said yes."
".. Odd... Mice dont dream often"
"Then imagine the mice are people." Fable frowns.
"When they reached the mansion in which the Town Mouse lived, they found on the table in the dining room the leavings of a very fine banquet. There were sweetmeats and jellies, pastries, delicious cheeses, indeed, the most tempting foods that a Mouse can imagine. But just as the Country Mouse was about to nibble a dainty bit of pastry, she heard a Cat mew loudly and scratch at the door. In great fear the Mice scurried to a hiding place, where they lay quite still for a long time, hardly daring to breathe. When at last they ventured back to the feast, the door opened suddenly and in came the servants to clear the table, followed by the House Dog."
"Hm... The cat likely would still be prowling near"
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Two strangers and walking and talking, following the border of life and death The first turns to the second.
"So this is it?" The first one ask, breaking the silence. They are a creature of evil, bound in chains of law. "Maybe, but you never know." The second one reply, beginning the conversation. They are a creature of hatred and betrayal, bound in chains made by Society.
"I hope it is. That we might settle this and move beyond this." "You will move beyond this, I won't." The second corrects them.
"You never know, it could happen." "Only the gods could make it happen, and you carry not their power."
"Then who knows, I might be a one." "You, a priest? A devil and a priest? Both ends?" The second one counters.
"You have been many things, so why not I?" The devil asks "But we are the same, two kindred of Carceri."
"So be it. Has not He not made some of his own?" The second one shivers slightly. "Do not mention that being, even via in-betweens."
The first one, the devil, frowns. "I am an inbetween." They state before chuckling. "Like a priest?"
"Like a priest." "Then you must do the rites before you do the act."
"Then fine, I will do them." He says, clearing his throat. "Do you, Lysander, accept the passing of the ages has reach you?" "I have."
"I have submitted to the first, and am forced now to the second." The second one states. "And submit to the judgement of the court of the dead and all other ones?"
The devil continues. "And renounce the Lawful-Lord-Below and all his works?" Lysander is surprised by the statement.
But the Devil only chuckles, "This is how they do it, so must I, for I am a priest." Lysander thinks before finally answering, "Now, Alecto, this is not the time to be making enemies."
At this Alecto became inflamed and stabbed the Carcerian in the side, seeking to make his death a slow one. To his surprise, Lysander looked health on the exterior but inside, he was damaged and bruised, and thus the short stab had killed the warlock.
"Even now, you avoid me, Lysander. But I have done what I was asked to. He may not have your soul, but I have done my mission." With his, the orthon's skin melts and an erinyes steps forth, flying off to rest and recover. With that, Lysander's body disappears, teleporting to some far off corner and all is quiet once more.
Okay, the blush was so obvious not even he could miss it. "Do you have a fever?" He poked her stump. "Did it get infected? I do not believe I am venomous."
She coughs again, embarrassed, and shakes her head. "No. No, never mind. It's nothing."
He blankly stared at her for a moment. "Okay, then."
And then she coughs for real, doubling over.
He holds her up. "What is it?"
"I don't feel so good..." She slumps, coughing hard.
He continues to hold her up. "What is wrong?"
She coughs up some black fluid.
He catches it, inspecting it.
It's fluid, so he only catches some, but looking closely he can see tiny little worms wriggling in it. Tasa looks at them, then at the rag she used to bind her wound after Rancor gave her blood. "Oh [GP]."
"What is it?"
"Parasites. That was the rag I used to wipe them off my gun last week..."
He looked at them for a moment more, then undid the rag. "I will take care of them." He held up a hand, and thin strings of crystallized blood comes from his fingertips, then entered the wound like worms themselves, hunting the parasites.
They've entered her bloodstream, spreading throughout her body.
The blood strings shrink enough to enter it, and they suck up the parasites like tiny vacumn cleaner cords, the worms visibly traveling through them and into Rancor.
*Cool. Is he immune to disease?*
*Pretty much, his body should be able to take any disease or poison and not really be affected. Though, it would be interesting to decide on special materials his body couldn't handle...*
*These are living creatures that feed on the blood in someone's body, growing larger and larger until they block the bloodflow, killing that person slowly.*
*Ah, yeah, that wouldn't bother him, he'd just crush them with his veins once they get large enough. That's sort of his 'special power'. He can manipulate his blood and flesh to do whatever.*
*Cool. So in that case, just make one Constitution save.*
*As per usual, just a d20 for now.*
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*Edit: Dice hate me today...*
*Yup...*
Rancor is pretty sure he got all the parasites.
He calls back his blood strings. "There." He gets the leftover bandages and uses it to re-wrap the wound.
"Thank you, Rancor. I'm sorry about how I acted toward you earlier. The fight, I mean." She meets his eyes for a moment, then glances away.
"It is alright." He coughs a bit. "Oh, these things are annoying. Hold on." He gets an empty cup and held his fingertip above it, then the parasites gets spat out from it into the cup neatly.
Tasa watches silently, then says quietly, "I wish I could do that. I had to kill those who didn't deserve to be killed in order to exterminate those things..."
He held up the cup and watched the worms wiggle. "It isn't as enjoyable as it looks."
"My job isn't to enjoy what I do. It's to help other people, so they won't feel the pain that I did."
He looks at her, setting the cup down. "Aren't people the ones who caused you the pain?"
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"Rules? The only rule for my kind is survive. My parents wouldnt tell a tale to convince me to do the obvious"
Fable sighs. "Sad. I'll tell you a short story and see if you get it, huh?"
".... You can if you want. But dont try to lie. Not around Vir
"Alright." The skeleton clears his nonexistent throat.
"A Town Mouse once visited a relative who lived in the country. For lunch the Country Mouse served wheat stalks, roots, and acorns, with a dash of cold water for drink. The Town Mouse ate very sparingly, nibbling a little of this and a little of that, and by her manner making it very plain that she ate the simple food only to be polite."
"Mice... You must mean steal. Mice are rodents that take"
Fable sighs again, but continues.
"After the meal the friends had a long talk, or rather the Town Mouse talked about her life in the city while the Country Mouse listened. They then went to bed in a cozy nest in the hedgerow and slept in quiet and comfort until morning. In her sleep the Country Mouse dreamed she was a Town Mouse with all the luxuries and delights of city life that her friend had described for her. So the next day when the Town Mouse asked the Country Mouse to go home with her to the city, she gladly said yes."
".. Odd... Mice dont dream often"
"Then imagine the mice are people." Fable frowns.
"When they reached the mansion in which the Town Mouse lived, they found on the table in the dining room the leavings of a very fine banquet. There were sweetmeats and jellies, pastries, delicious cheeses, indeed, the most tempting foods that a Mouse can imagine. But just as the Country Mouse was about to nibble a dainty bit of pastry, she heard a Cat mew loudly and scratch at the door. In great fear the Mice scurried to a hiding place, where they lay quite still for a long time, hardly daring to breathe. When at last they ventured back to the feast, the door opened suddenly and in came the servants to clear the table, followed by the House Dog."
"Hm... The cat likely would still be prowling near"
Fable facepalms.
"The Country Mouse stopped in the Town Mouse's den only long enough to pick up her carpet bag and umbrella.
"You may have luxuries and dainties that I have not," she said as she hurried away, "but I prefer my plain food and simple life in the country with the peace and security that go with it.""
Fable ends the story with a closing note. "Poverty with security is better than plenty in the midst of fear and uncertainty."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Okay, the blush was so obvious not even he could miss it. "Do you have a fever?" He poked her stump. "Did it get infected? I do not believe I am venomous."
She coughs again, embarrassed, and shakes her head. "No. No, never mind. It's nothing."
He blankly stared at her for a moment. "Okay, then."
And then she coughs for real, doubling over.
He holds her up. "What is it?"
"I don't feel so good..." She slumps, coughing hard.
He continues to hold her up. "What is wrong?"
She coughs up some black fluid.
He catches it, inspecting it.
It's fluid, so he only catches some, but looking closely he can see tiny little worms wriggling in it. Tasa looks at them, then at the rag she used to bind her wound after Rancor gave her blood. "Oh [GP]."
"What is it?"
"Parasites. That was the rag I used to wipe them off my gun last week..."
He looked at them for a moment more, then undid the rag. "I will take care of them." He held up a hand, and thin strings of crystallized blood comes from his fingertips, then entered the wound like worms themselves, hunting the parasites.
They've entered her bloodstream, spreading throughout her body.
The blood strings shrink enough to enter it, and they suck up the parasites like tiny vacumn cleaner cords, the worms visibly traveling through them and into Rancor.
*Cool. Is he immune to disease?*
*Pretty much, his body should be able to take any disease or poison and not really be affected. Though, it would be interesting to decide on special materials his body couldn't handle...*
*These are living creatures that feed on the blood in someone's body, growing larger and larger until they block the bloodflow, killing that person slowly.*
*Ah, yeah, that wouldn't bother him, he'd just crush them with his veins once they get large enough. That's sort of his 'special power'. He can manipulate his blood and flesh to do whatever.*
*Cool. So in that case, just make one Constitution save.*
*As per usual, just a d20 for now.*
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*Edit: Dice hate me today...*
*Yup...*
Rancor is pretty sure he got all the parasites.
He calls back his blood strings. "There." He gets the leftover bandages and uses it to re-wrap the wound.
"Thank you, Rancor. I'm sorry about how I acted toward you earlier. The fight, I mean." She meets his eyes for a moment, then glances away.
"It is alright." He coughs a bit. "Oh, these things are annoying. Hold on." He gets an empty cup and held his fingertip above it, then the parasites gets spat out from it into the cup neatly.
Tasa watches silently, then says quietly, "I wish I could do that. I had to kill those who didn't deserve to be killed in order to exterminate those things..."
He held up the cup and watched the worms wiggle. "It isn't as enjoyable as it looks."
"My job isn't to enjoy what I do. It's to help other people, so they won't feel the pain that I did."
He looks at her, setting the cup down. "Aren't people the ones who caused you the pain?"
"Some. But others didn't. They need protection from those who would cause pain. After all, no species is uniform. Good devils are rare, and so are good demons, but I've known some."
*Brb, gotta do a presentation thingy real quick. Be on and off.*
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"Rules? The only rule for my kind is survive. My parents wouldnt tell a tale to convince me to do the obvious"
Fable sighs. "Sad. I'll tell you a short story and see if you get it, huh?"
".... You can if you want. But dont try to lie. Not around Vir
"Alright." The skeleton clears his nonexistent throat.
"A Town Mouse once visited a relative who lived in the country. For lunch the Country Mouse served wheat stalks, roots, and acorns, with a dash of cold water for drink. The Town Mouse ate very sparingly, nibbling a little of this and a little of that, and by her manner making it very plain that she ate the simple food only to be polite."
"Mice... You must mean steal. Mice are rodents that take"
Fable sighs again, but continues.
"After the meal the friends had a long talk, or rather the Town Mouse talked about her life in the city while the Country Mouse listened. They then went to bed in a cozy nest in the hedgerow and slept in quiet and comfort until morning. In her sleep the Country Mouse dreamed she was a Town Mouse with all the luxuries and delights of city life that her friend had described for her. So the next day when the Town Mouse asked the Country Mouse to go home with her to the city, she gladly said yes."
".. Odd... Mice dont dream often"
"Then imagine the mice are people." Fable frowns.
"When they reached the mansion in which the Town Mouse lived, they found on the table in the dining room the leavings of a very fine banquet. There were sweetmeats and jellies, pastries, delicious cheeses, indeed, the most tempting foods that a Mouse can imagine. But just as the Country Mouse was about to nibble a dainty bit of pastry, she heard a Cat mew loudly and scratch at the door. In great fear the Mice scurried to a hiding place, where they lay quite still for a long time, hardly daring to breathe. When at last they ventured back to the feast, the door opened suddenly and in came the servants to clear the table, followed by the House Dog."
"Hm... The cat likely would still be prowling near"
Fable facepalms.
"The Country Mouse stopped in the Town Mouse's den only long enough to pick up her carpet bag and umbrella.
"You may have luxuries and dainties that I have not," she said as she hurried away, "but I prefer my plain food and simple life in the country with the peace and security that go with it.""
Fable ends the story with a closing note. "Poverty with security is better than plenty in the midst of fear and uncertainty."
".... Security is a myth for many. No matter what level of material."
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"Rules? The only rule for my kind is survive. My parents wouldnt tell a tale to convince me to do the obvious"
Fable sighs. "Sad. I'll tell you a short story and see if you get it, huh?"
".... You can if you want. But dont try to lie. Not around Vir
"Alright." The skeleton clears his nonexistent throat.
"A Town Mouse once visited a relative who lived in the country. For lunch the Country Mouse served wheat stalks, roots, and acorns, with a dash of cold water for drink. The Town Mouse ate very sparingly, nibbling a little of this and a little of that, and by her manner making it very plain that she ate the simple food only to be polite."
"Mice... You must mean steal. Mice are rodents that take"
Fable sighs again, but continues.
"After the meal the friends had a long talk, or rather the Town Mouse talked about her life in the city while the Country Mouse listened. They then went to bed in a cozy nest in the hedgerow and slept in quiet and comfort until morning. In her sleep the Country Mouse dreamed she was a Town Mouse with all the luxuries and delights of city life that her friend had described for her. So the next day when the Town Mouse asked the Country Mouse to go home with her to the city, she gladly said yes."
".. Odd... Mice dont dream often"
"Then imagine the mice are people." Fable frowns.
"When they reached the mansion in which the Town Mouse lived, they found on the table in the dining room the leavings of a very fine banquet. There were sweetmeats and jellies, pastries, delicious cheeses, indeed, the most tempting foods that a Mouse can imagine. But just as the Country Mouse was about to nibble a dainty bit of pastry, she heard a Cat mew loudly and scratch at the door. In great fear the Mice scurried to a hiding place, where they lay quite still for a long time, hardly daring to breathe. When at last they ventured back to the feast, the door opened suddenly and in came the servants to clear the table, followed by the House Dog."
"Hm... The cat likely would still be prowling near"
Fable facepalms.
"The Country Mouse stopped in the Town Mouse's den only long enough to pick up her carpet bag and umbrella.
"You may have luxuries and dainties that I have not," she said as she hurried away, "but I prefer my plain food and simple life in the country with the peace and security that go with it.""
Fable ends the story with a closing note. "Poverty with security is better than plenty in the midst of fear and uncertainty."
".... Security is a myth for many. No matter what level of material."
Fable sighs and goes upstairs, his eyes glowing a little brighter after telling a story, even if the only thing understood was the moral.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Okay, the blush was so obvious not even he could miss it. "Do you have a fever?" He poked her stump. "Did it get infected? I do not believe I am venomous."
She coughs again, embarrassed, and shakes her head. "No. No, never mind. It's nothing."
He blankly stared at her for a moment. "Okay, then."
And then she coughs for real, doubling over.
He holds her up. "What is it?"
"I don't feel so good..." She slumps, coughing hard.
He continues to hold her up. "What is wrong?"
She coughs up some black fluid.
He catches it, inspecting it.
It's fluid, so he only catches some, but looking closely he can see tiny little worms wriggling in it. Tasa looks at them, then at the rag she used to bind her wound after Rancor gave her blood. "Oh [GP]."
"What is it?"
"Parasites. That was the rag I used to wipe them off my gun last week..."
He looked at them for a moment more, then undid the rag. "I will take care of them." He held up a hand, and thin strings of crystallized blood comes from his fingertips, then entered the wound like worms themselves, hunting the parasites.
They've entered her bloodstream, spreading throughout her body.
The blood strings shrink enough to enter it, and they suck up the parasites like tiny vacumn cleaner cords, the worms visibly traveling through them and into Rancor.
*Cool. Is he immune to disease?*
*Pretty much, his body should be able to take any disease or poison and not really be affected. Though, it would be interesting to decide on special materials his body couldn't handle...*
*These are living creatures that feed on the blood in someone's body, growing larger and larger until they block the bloodflow, killing that person slowly.*
*Ah, yeah, that wouldn't bother him, he'd just crush them with his veins once they get large enough. That's sort of his 'special power'. He can manipulate his blood and flesh to do whatever.*
*Cool. So in that case, just make one Constitution save.*
*As per usual, just a d20 for now.*
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*Edit: Dice hate me today...*
*Yup...*
Rancor is pretty sure he got all the parasites.
He calls back his blood strings. "There." He gets the leftover bandages and uses it to re-wrap the wound.
"Thank you, Rancor. I'm sorry about how I acted toward you earlier. The fight, I mean." She meets his eyes for a moment, then glances away.
"It is alright." He coughs a bit. "Oh, these things are annoying. Hold on." He gets an empty cup and held his fingertip above it, then the parasites gets spat out from it into the cup neatly.
Tasa watches silently, then says quietly, "I wish I could do that. I had to kill those who didn't deserve to be killed in order to exterminate those things..."
He held up the cup and watched the worms wiggle. "It isn't as enjoyable as it looks."
"My job isn't to enjoy what I do. It's to help other people, so they won't feel the pain that I did."
He looks at her, setting the cup down. "Aren't people the ones who caused you the pain?"
"Some. But others didn't. They need protection from those who would cause pain. After all, no species is uniform. Good devils are rare, and so are good demons, but I've known some."
*Brb, gotta do a presentation thingy real quick. Be on and off.*
"Demons... I've heard some call me a demon. I suppose it's the most accurate term to describe me." He sighed, not in any specific emotion, just a general sigh. "I do not think ones who cause pain needs protection from others who do, I think it would be best for existence if everything just died." He poked at his chest a bit. "Including me, technically I am alive. Though, I know it wouldn't be wise for absolutely everything to die, which is why that belief is limited to sentient life." He looked off into space a bit. "I have a feeling things for life would just be better if there weren't beings like us trampling all around it, destroying an consuming as we do. I recognize that others consider my thoughts evil, and they may be, but it what my hatred, my rancor, leads me to believe." He stood up slowly, shaking his leg. "Well, what is has led me to believe for the past few thousand years. Recently, the ebb of my hatred has been going down, only occasionally surfacing up in short bursts. My hatred is my existence... what do I do the day it disappears completely? I have been contemplating that a lot. Good, evil, protection, pain, it all doesn't matter to much to me, I just want to kill life." He looked back at her as she sat down. " 'But why didn't you kill me?' You may ask, I told you, I do not know. Perhaps my hatred isn't as intense as it used to be, and I chose to ignore it for once, perhaps I simply wasn't in the mood. Whatever the reason is, I left you alive for it. You may be grateful, you may hate me, but it doesn't change my hatred, my need to kill." He stops for a moment. "Huh, that's the most I've said at once in a couple hundred years."
*Well, as you can see, I'll take advantage of that to type a lot. >:D*
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*wow...the fact that no one else aside from Atemos or Soldaer wanted to contact Phantom really shows me who are his true friends...;D*
*I've been off for a bit, and Mithris doesn't know how.*
*Telepathy. That's the only way right now. Basically focus on him, like people do when they're trying to contact Xorius, and you'll probably get a response. Maybe not verbal, but you'll get a response. He's on another world right now, dealing with things, so... Yeah, you can try scrying, which may work, otherwise plain Ol' telepathy.*
*Yeah... Mithris doesn't have telepathy, though. And Valian can only contact Xorius because Xorius is his warlock patron.*
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*The death of Lysander*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
[[ noice noice… chaos is a good, there’s grace in the irony ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"My job isn't to enjoy what I do. It's to help other people, so they won't feel the pain that I did."
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Hm... The cat likely would still be prowling near"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
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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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[[ aaah, Lysander kicked the bucket ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"you ok now?"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
He looks at her, setting the cup down. "Aren't people the ones who caused you the pain?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Still a little lightheaded..."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Fable facepalms.
"The Country Mouse stopped in the Town Mouse's den only long enough to pick up her carpet bag and umbrella.
"You may have luxuries and dainties that I have not," she said as she hurried away, "but I prefer my plain food and simple life in the country with the peace and security that go with it.""
Fable ends the story with a closing note. "Poverty with security is better than plenty in the midst of fear and uncertainty."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Some. But others didn't. They need protection from those who would cause pain. After all, no species is uniform. Good devils are rare, and so are good demons, but I've known some."
*Brb, gotta do a presentation thingy real quick. Be on and off.*
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Avery sits down next to her, "Ok."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
".... Security is a myth for many. No matter what level of material."
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!
Characters (Outdated)
Fable sighs and goes upstairs, his eyes glowing a little brighter after telling a story, even if the only thing understood was the moral.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*How is everyone's day?*
Alecto just got prompted
Lysander is a dead body
*I feel like only having two characters today*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*It's OK. I like Fridays.*
Tasa is trying to get Rancor to realize she likes him.
Shiguri is noting anyone of CR 20+.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
*FRIDAY!!!!!*
*Also, didn't rancor eat Tasa's arm?*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Yacatl is Level 20 and Meroving is an artifact*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Demons... I've heard some call me a demon. I suppose it's the most accurate term to describe me." He sighed, not in any specific emotion, just a general sigh. "I do not think ones who cause pain needs protection from others who do, I think it would be best for existence if everything just died." He poked at his chest a bit. "Including me, technically I am alive. Though, I know it wouldn't be wise for absolutely everything to die, which is why that belief is limited to sentient life." He looked off into space a bit. "I have a feeling things for life would just be better if there weren't beings like us trampling all around it, destroying an consuming as we do. I recognize that others consider my thoughts evil, and they may be, but it what my hatred, my rancor, leads me to believe." He stood up slowly, shaking his leg. "Well, what is has led me to believe for the past few thousand years. Recently, the ebb of my hatred has been going down, only occasionally surfacing up in short bursts. My hatred is my existence... what do I do the day it disappears completely? I have been contemplating that a lot. Good, evil, protection, pain, it all doesn't matter to much to me, I just want to kill life." He looked back at her as she sat down. " 'But why didn't you kill me?' You may ask, I told you, I do not know. Perhaps my hatred isn't as intense as it used to be, and I chose to ignore it for once, perhaps I simply wasn't in the mood. Whatever the reason is, I left you alive for it. You may be grateful, you may hate me, but it doesn't change my hatred, my need to kill." He stops for a moment. "Huh, that's the most I've said at once in a couple hundred years."
*Well, as you can see, I'll take advantage of that to type a lot. >:D*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*Yup. Weird, right? Of course, she's also being eaten by parasites right now, soooo...*
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
*Yeah... Mithris doesn't have telepathy, though. And Valian can only contact Xorius because Xorius is his warlock patron.*
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.