He jumps, standing up "Christ! Lori!" He exhales and stands up.
Amphrite narrows her large red eyes, slithering over. "Are you alright?"
Anna wakes up, readying her dagger but just see's them. She watches closely from the brush.
“I made a deck of cool metal cards. You wanna play a game?”
“Yes. Now go away. I’ve had a long day.”
They don’t seem to be a threat at the moment, and it seems like they mean no harm. But they’re clearly in a miserable, divided, pained state.
"Sure." He nods and stretches. He musses his hair up a bit, the fluffy brown hair sticking up in every which way.
She scoffs "I can't when I can feel it from ten miles away." She rolls her eyes.
Anna sighs and stands up. She lightly touches their shoulder "Hey.. come with me."
“So whatcha want to play?”
“Feel what?”
The light from the sigils and patches on their exterior gives you a strange freezing, burning sensation as your hand brushes against it, but they turn slowly, utterly calm. “What is gained?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Thirteen is experimenting with his Klein bottle of magic blood.
Mauric is making poached ishkhan.
Riotan is buried up to his neck behind the inn, thinking things over.
"What is that?" Lacai asks, his cart of trinkets disappearing as he walks away from it and over to them.
The smell attracts Lilac, who slowly pads over to him.
"isn't this convenient? you're already practically buried." A voice calls out from behind him. it's a grating, psychotic tone.
"Necrichor. I'm testing its reflexes."
He carefully submerges the fish and then turns. "Hi!"
"This is how I sleep, [gp], leave me alone." His eyes never close, probably on account of a lack of eyelids.
"is that something you can mass-produce?" he asks, pulling out a notepad.
She sits down on her hinds, bowing politely. "Hello. I smelled food... I was wondering if I could have some in exchange for treasure."
"Oh, but we're about to have some fun!" he cackles, shoving his large, sharpened spoon into the dirt right next to their head.
“If there’s enough dead things…”
“Pfft, you don’t have to pay! Everyone should get to enjoy good food.”
“You think you scare me? I’ll [gp]ing pull off your skin, square inch by square inch, then force-feed you your own genitals, and then I’ll bisect you along your ears so your pretty face is completely unharmed.” He hisses.
He scribbles something down, nodding. "Uh-huh, uh-huh... I see. And how much would it cost to make or buy enough dead things?"
"Well then, might I have some food? in return, tommorow, I shall cook you a deer."
"Well aren't you a doll? nice enough to leave the moneymaker intact, huh?" he cackles again, pulling the spoon out of the ground and bending and smooching their forehead. He sits down in front of him "I take it back, you seem crazier than me."
“For this sample, only six dead rats. But the standard is a single average-sized humanoid.”
“Girl, I don’t need any kind of repayment. The joy of creation is enough to sustain me. It should be done in five minutes or so.”
Suddenly, Riotan bursts out of the ground like a sandworm and bites down on his head, his jaw splitting nearly all the way around his head. Attack: 22 Damage: 78 piercing damage plus 42 psychic damage.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He jumps, standing up "Christ! Lori!" He exhales and stands up.
Amphrite narrows her large red eyes, slithering over. "Are you alright?"
Anna wakes up, readying her dagger but just see's them. She watches closely from the brush.
“I made a deck of cool metal cards. You wanna play a game?”
“Yes. Now go away. I’ve had a long day.”
They don’t seem to be a threat at the moment, and it seems like they mean no harm. But they’re clearly in a miserable, divided, pained state.
"Sure." He nods and stretches. He musses his hair up a bit, the fluffy brown hair sticking up in every which way.
She scoffs "I can't when I can feel it from ten miles away." She rolls her eyes.
Anna sighs and stands up. She lightly touches their shoulder "Hey.. come with me."
“So whatcha want to play?”
“Feel what?”
The light from the sigils and patches on their exterior gives you a strange freezing, burning sensation as your hand brushes against it, but they turn slowly, utterly calm. “What is gained?”
"Uhhh, I know poker, blackjack, gin rummy, go fish, stuff like that.' he shrugs.
"Nevermind that, what is wrong.' she tilts her head.
"Christ!" She pulls back, holding her hand "I just wanted to help! If you are gonna burn me.."
“N-nothing…? I’m a [gp]ing snake demon. I’m attractive and powerful and smart and surrounded by an abundant crop of suffering. Life doesn’t get better than this.”
“Actions have consequences that emanate downward forever, even those actions that were never malicious…” Their light dims greatly.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“N-nothing…? I’m a [gp]ing snake demon. I’m attractive and powerful and smart and surrounded by an abundant crop of suffering. Life doesn’t get better than this.”
“Actions have consequences that emanate downward forever, even those actions that were never malicious…” Their light dims greatly.
"I can teach you some of you want?" He shrugs.
"Then why are you buried up to your neck in dirt?" She raises a brow.
"Nevermind then." She rolls her eyes, stalking back to her camp.
Thirteen is experimenting with his Klein bottle of magic blood.
Mauric is making poached ishkhan.
Riotan is buried up to his neck behind the inn, thinking things over.
"What is that?" Lacai asks, his cart of trinkets disappearing as he walks away from it and over to them.
The smell attracts Lilac, who slowly pads over to him.
"isn't this convenient? you're already practically buried." A voice calls out from behind him. it's a grating, psychotic tone.
"Necrichor. I'm testing its reflexes."
He carefully submerges the fish and then turns. "Hi!"
"This is how I sleep, [gp], leave me alone." His eyes never close, probably on account of a lack of eyelids.
"is that something you can mass-produce?" he asks, pulling out a notepad.
She sits down on her hinds, bowing politely. "Hello. I smelled food... I was wondering if I could have some in exchange for treasure."
"Oh, but we're about to have some fun!" he cackles, shoving his large, sharpened spoon into the dirt right next to their head.
“If there’s enough dead things…”
“Pfft, you don’t have to pay! Everyone should get to enjoy good food.”
“You think you scare me? I’ll [gp]ing pull off your skin, square inch by square inch, then force-feed you your own genitals, and then I’ll bisect you along your ears so your pretty face is completely unharmed.” He hisses.
He scribbles something down, nodding. "Uh-huh, uh-huh... I see. And how much would it cost to make or buy enough dead things?"
"Well then, might I have some food? in return, tommorow, I shall cook you a deer."
"Well aren't you a doll? nice enough to leave the moneymaker intact, huh?" he cackles again, pulling the spoon out of the ground and bending and smooching their forehead. He sits down in front of him "I take it back, you seem crazier than me."
“For this sample, only six dead rats. But the standard is a single average-sized humanoid.”
“Girl, I don’t need any kind of repayment. The joy of creation is enough to sustain me. It should be done in five minutes or so.”
Suddenly, Riotan bursts out of the ground like a sandworm and bites down on his head, his jaw splitting nearly all the way around his head. Attack: 29 Damage: 91 piercing damage plus 50 psychic damage.
"Six dead rats for that much? Perfect, you'll make two bottles with that amount, just half the size. how does 15 copper sound per bottle?"
"I request this as part of my culture... Allow me to repay your kindness, please." She bows again.
Rio's teeth sink into Xavier's skull, and he groans, feeling a splitting pain in his head. "Someone's... a bit... upset." he says when he manages to get away, panting. "Now, now. we can talk about this."
“I’m not a worker in your service. I am a man of magic and science. It is a simple alchemical ritual, and you only need study and learn to do it yourself.”
“Ah, fine. You’re too nice…”
Riotan leers down at Xavier. “Ohhhh no no no no no… you’re going to die now, you see.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Thirteen is experimenting with his Klein bottle of magic blood.
Mauric is making poached ishkhan.
Riotan is buried up to his neck behind the inn, thinking things over.
"What is that?" Lacai asks, his cart of trinkets disappearing as he walks away from it and over to them.
The smell attracts Lilac, who slowly pads over to him.
"isn't this convenient? you're already practically buried." A voice calls out from behind him. it's a grating, psychotic tone.
"Necrichor. I'm testing its reflexes."
He carefully submerges the fish and then turns. "Hi!"
"This is how I sleep, [gp], leave me alone." His eyes never close, probably on account of a lack of eyelids.
"is that something you can mass-produce?" he asks, pulling out a notepad.
She sits down on her hinds, bowing politely. "Hello. I smelled food... I was wondering if I could have some in exchange for treasure."
"Oh, but we're about to have some fun!" he cackles, shoving his large, sharpened spoon into the dirt right next to their head.
“If there’s enough dead things…”
“Pfft, you don’t have to pay! Everyone should get to enjoy good food.”
“You think you scare me? I’ll [gp]ing pull off your skin, square inch by square inch, then force-feed you your own genitals, and then I’ll bisect you along your ears so your pretty face is completely unharmed.” He hisses.
He scribbles something down, nodding. "Uh-huh, uh-huh... I see. And how much would it cost to make or buy enough dead things?"
"Well then, might I have some food? in return, tommorow, I shall cook you a deer."
"Well aren't you a doll? nice enough to leave the moneymaker intact, huh?" he cackles again, pulling the spoon out of the ground and bending and smooching their forehead. He sits down in front of him "I take it back, you seem crazier than me."
“For this sample, only six dead rats. But the standard is a single average-sized humanoid.”
“Girl, I don’t need any kind of repayment. The joy of creation is enough to sustain me. It should be done in five minutes or so.”
Suddenly, Riotan bursts out of the ground like a sandworm and bites down on his head, his jaw splitting nearly all the way around his head. Attack: 29 Damage: 91 piercing damage plus 50 psychic damage.
"Six dead rats for that much? Perfect, you'll make two bottles with that amount, just half the size. how does 15 copper sound per bottle?"
"I request this as part of my culture... Allow me to repay your kindness, please." She bows again.
Rio's teeth sink into Xavier's skull, and he groans, feeling a splitting pain in his head. "Someone's... a bit... upset." he says when he manages to get away, panting. "Now, now. we can talk about this."
“I’m not a worker in your service. I am a man of magic and science. It is a simple alchemical ritual, and you only need study and learn to do it yourself.”
“Ah, fine. You’re too nice…”
Riotan leers down at Xavier. “Ohhhh no no no no no… you’re going to die now, you see.”
"Alright. 1 platinum for all the materials I need to learn to do so."
"Thank you, it will be a wonderful meal." she smiles
"Aww, what a buzzkill. Did I leave too much lipstick? Or am I wearing too much perfume?" he cackles, standing up with his spoon in hand. "Talk about a bad one night stand. See, you can't kill me, not without facing Saphuno at least. You'll probably kill me anyway, as i'm not in peak shape, and it'll get to her somehow. She'll be furious that her little brother has been murdered." he cackles again, pulling off his blindfold for the first time in a long while. His eyes are black pearls set into an emaciated skull.
*gn*
"There are books in the adjacent library that explicitly state the processes of creation, one of which was written by me. I can provide you access to the requisite alchemical supplies, but I don't need money."
"I hope so." He turns back to the trout. "So who are you?"
Riotan stands over you, his hide glowing like Cherenkov radiation, his eyes inhuman and filled with unbridled hate. "Your sister can try. Maybe I'll kill her too, just for fun. Matter of fact, you deserve a special treat for this. I'll keep you alive, but only in pieces. And then... you can watch." With that, he summons his scimitar and submerges its blade in your neck, starting to drag it through your trachea and out the left side of your throat. Attack: 25 Damage: 16 slashing damage plus 23 acid damage.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“I made a deck of cool metal cards. You wanna play a game?”
“Yes. Now go away. I’ve had a long day.”
They don’t seem to be a threat at the moment, and it seems like they mean no harm. But they’re clearly in a miserable, divided, pained state.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Sure." He nods and stretches. He musses his hair up a bit, the fluffy brown hair sticking up in every which way.
She scoffs "I can't when I can feel it from ten miles away." She rolls her eyes.
Anna sighs and stands up. She lightly touches their shoulder "Hey.. come with me."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“So whatcha want to play?”
“Feel what?”
The light from the sigils and patches on their exterior gives you a strange freezing, burning sensation as your hand brushes against it, but they turn slowly, utterly calm. “What is gained?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“For this sample, only six dead rats. But the standard is a single average-sized humanoid.”
“Girl, I don’t need any kind of repayment. The joy of creation is enough to sustain me. It should be done in five minutes or so.”
Suddenly, Riotan bursts out of the ground like a sandworm and bites down on his head, his jaw splitting nearly all the way around his head. Attack: 22 Damage: 78 piercing damage plus 42 psychic damage.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Uhhh, I know poker, blackjack, gin rummy, go fish, stuff like that.' he shrugs.
"Nevermind that, what is wrong.' she tilts her head.
"Christ!" She pulls back, holding her hand "I just wanted to help! If you are gonna burn me.."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*wendicut*
“I only know old wartime minotaur games, sadly…”
“N-nothing…? I’m a [gp]ing snake demon. I’m attractive and powerful and smart and surrounded by an abundant crop of suffering. Life doesn’t get better than this.”
“Actions have consequences that emanate downward forever, even those actions that were never malicious…” Their light dims greatly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I can teach you some of you want?" He shrugs.
"Then why are you buried up to your neck in dirt?" She raises a brow.
"Nevermind then." She rolls her eyes, stalking back to her camp.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“I’m not a worker in your service. I am a man of magic and science. It is a simple alchemical ritual, and you only need study and learn to do it yourself.”
“Ah, fine. You’re too nice…”
Riotan leers down at Xavier. “Ohhhh no no no no no… you’re going to die now, you see.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*guess people went to bed.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"There are books in the adjacent library that explicitly state the processes of creation, one of which was written by me. I can provide you access to the requisite alchemical supplies, but I don't need money."
"I hope so." He turns back to the trout. "So who are you?"
Riotan stands over you, his hide glowing like Cherenkov radiation, his eyes inhuman and filled with unbridled hate. "Your sister can try. Maybe I'll kill her too, just for fun. Matter of fact, you deserve a special treat for this. I'll keep you alive, but only in pieces. And then... you can watch." With that, he summons his scimitar and submerges its blade in your neck, starting to drag it through your trachea and out the left side of your throat. Attack: 25 Damage: 16 slashing damage plus 23 acid damage.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I LIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Morrow.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*How you holding up?*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Eh, got to go to work in a few minutes.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Imagine a world where everything is the same except we still had all those prehistoric ocean arthropods like Jaekelopterus and stuff*
*it would be horrific*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Sorry I had to do stuff yesterday. I’m back now.*
*I made Max less of a coward.*
*This should help a bit.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels