"Enough." he raises his hand, pointing a bony finger at him *How much HP does TH have?*
"You feeling okay?" She asked.
*He's at full health right now so 210 and 35 temporary hit points. On top of it, any damage by spells is halved and is immune to any attacks from nonmagical weapons.*
He stands there, chuckling "Go ahead and try."
He nods. "I feel great."
*Ah okay.*
"Fall." he says. He casts power word kill. Half 79
"Thats good, thats great actually." She chirps.
He chuckles "That was pathetic. Truly. You think that would hurt me?" He walks up to them. "There lived a crook man, who made a crooke deal.." His arms and legs begin to crack, bending and growing in unnatural ways "He kept a crooked cane, and his catch in a crooked creel.." his neck extends a few feet, bending in different angles "He stole a crooked child who cried a crooked squeal.." he reaches out, his extremely long fingers wrapping around the Litch. His face is now in view with empty eye sockets, an extremely disturbing grin covering his face "And that crooked little man was broken on the wheel."
He nods.
The Litch laughs. "Prophecies have stated no one can kill me except one person." he chuckles, a knife flashing in his hand, glowing with magic. Attack: 14 Damage: 18
She smiles again and leans back against him.
"Who said I am going to kill you? No no no no no. I am going to shove you in a jar and take over your legions." He chuckles and grabs him by the neck, dodging the knife as a magical jar suddenly appears in his crooked hand. The jar opens as suddenly the Litch becomes tiny and is shoved into it, the lid closing. TH transforms back and shakes the jar a bit, grinning behind a mask that has suddenly appeared back on his face.
Darius follows, flexing hard, the ethereal lioness appearing around Thorfinn (Ancestral guardian). He runs over and swings twice with the greatsword, (Reckless attack). To hit:2822 Damage:13+4 (Psychic) 15
*Oh my God he's just a primordial Godfrey from elden ring*
The Minotaur roars, swinging at Darius.
Attack: 12 Damage: 24
*Thank you for noticing, that was the vibe I was going for. Also, the Minotaur had advantage*
He dodges the blade, pushing it away with a parry, the lion skin on his shoulders matching that of the spectral lioness.
*Eh, cowboys, because they're the easiest to put here. If you want anyone else, please ask.*
Sparrow is training with a longsword for a workout just outside of the woods, he's not half as good as he is with Rosemary, but he definitely isn't bad with the sword either. More average than anything because of what he's used to in comparison. Wearing his usual clothes, except his duster and hat.
*If anyone else wants cowboys.*
He sees Cathcart, walking amidst the trees and quietly whistling that same old song, not seeming to notice Sparrow.
He watches Cathcart for a moment before putting his sword over his shoulder, walking over to them, though remaining mostly out of view.
He still doesn't immediately notice Sparrow, looking down at a paper in his hands for a moment. He can hear him mumbling under his breath as he walks.
"Doesn't look easy to miss. I mean, it's a giant plant. How hard can it be to find a flower?"
"Harder than you'd think. Lookin' fer a bounty?" He asks, his arms crossed as he leans against a tree "Try lookin' in town."
He quickly turns around to face Sparrow. "Oh, it's you. Yeah, it's a bounty. You seen anything like this?" He shows the paper to him.
On the paper, there are several photographs and sketches of what almost looks like a towering sunflower that hasn't been watered in years. It has nine flower heads, a glowing light in its stem, and- by the looks of the photos- is quite ambulatory.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Enough." he raises his hand, pointing a bony finger at him *How much HP does TH have?*
"You feeling okay?" She asked.
*He's at full health right now so 210 and 35 temporary hit points. On top of it, any damage by spells is halved and is immune to any attacks from nonmagical weapons.*
He stands there, chuckling "Go ahead and try."
He nods. "I feel great."
*Ah okay.*
"Fall." he says. He casts power word kill. Half 79
"Thats good, thats great actually." She chirps.
He chuckles "That was pathetic. Truly. You think that would hurt me?" He walks up to them. "There lived a crook man, who made a crooke deal.." His arms and legs begin to crack, bending and growing in unnatural ways "He kept a crooked cane, and his catch in a crooked creel.." his neck extends a few feet, bending in different angles "He stole a crooked child who cried a crooked squeal.." he reaches out, his extremely long fingers wrapping around the Litch. His face is now in view with empty eye sockets, an extremely disturbing grin covering his face "And that crooked little man was broken on the wheel."
He nods.
The Litch laughs. "Prophecies have stated no one can kill me except one person." he chuckles, a knife flashing in his hand, glowing with magic. Attack: 14 Damage: 18
She smiles again and leans back against him.
"Who said I am going to kill you? No no no no no. I am going to shove you in a jar and take over your legions." He chuckles and grabs him by the neck, dodging the knife as a magical jar suddenly appears in his crooked hand. The jar opens as suddenly the Litch becomes tiny and is shoved into it, the lid closing. TH transforms back and shakes the jar a bit, grinning behind a mask that has suddenly appeared back on his face.
He continues to braid her hair.
The glass jar shatters, spraying glass everywhere. The Litch cackles, teleporting around
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Darius follows, flexing hard, the ethereal lioness appearing around Thorfinn (Ancestral guardian). He runs over and swings twice with the greatsword, (Reckless attack). To hit:2822 Damage:13+4 (Psychic) 15
*Oh my God he's just a primordial Godfrey from elden ring*
The Minotaur roars, swinging at Darius.
Attack: 12 Damage: 24
*Thank you for noticing, that was the vibe I was going for. Also, the Minotaur had advantage*
He dodges the blade, pushing it away with a parry, the lion skin on his shoulders matching that of the spectral lioness.
"I'll finish this!" Thorfinn yells
Attack: 14 Damage: 17
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Enough." he raises his hand, pointing a bony finger at him *How much HP does TH have?*
"You feeling okay?" She asked.
*He's at full health right now so 210 and 35 temporary hit points. On top of it, any damage by spells is halved and is immune to any attacks from nonmagical weapons.*
He stands there, chuckling "Go ahead and try."
He nods. "I feel great."
*Ah okay.*
"Fall." he says. He casts power word kill. Half 79
"Thats good, thats great actually." She chirps.
He chuckles "That was pathetic. Truly. You think that would hurt me?" He walks up to them. "There lived a crook man, who made a crooke deal.." His arms and legs begin to crack, bending and growing in unnatural ways "He kept a crooked cane, and his catch in a crooked creel.." his neck extends a few feet, bending in different angles "He stole a crooked child who cried a crooked squeal.." he reaches out, his extremely long fingers wrapping around the Litch. His face is now in view with empty eye sockets, an extremely disturbing grin covering his face "And that crooked little man was broken on the wheel."
He nods.
The Litch laughs. "Prophecies have stated no one can kill me except one person." he chuckles, a knife flashing in his hand, glowing with magic. Attack: 14 Damage: 18
She smiles again and leans back against him.
"Who said I am going to kill you? No no no no no. I am going to shove you in a jar and take over your legions." He chuckles and grabs him by the neck, dodging the knife as a magical jar suddenly appears in his crooked hand. The jar opens as suddenly the Litch becomes tiny and is shoved into it, the lid closing. TH transforms back and shakes the jar a bit, grinning behind a mask that has suddenly appeared back on his face.
He continues to braid her hair.
The glass jar shatters, spraying glass everywhere. The Litch cackles, teleporting around
He sighs and tilts his head "Come now, don't make this harder for yourself."
He quickly turns around to face Sparrow. "Oh, it's you. Yeah, it's a bounty. You seen anything like this?" He shows the paper to him.
On the paper, there are several photographs and sketches of what almost looks like a towering sunflower that hasn't been watered in years. It has nine flower heads, a glowing light in its stem, and- by the looks of the photos- is quite ambulatory.
He looks at the bounty with a raised eyebrow "I don't know what ta tell ya, but that looks like its outta yer range o' skill, pardner. I'd stick ta street level thugs if I were ya. I don't think I'd want to fight that thing."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The glass jar shatters, spraying glass everywhere. The Litch cackles, teleporting around
He sighs and tilts his head "Come now, don't make this harder for yourself."
Therens eyes widen. "Oh God...no no no..."
"You cannot contain me!" he cackles, smoke filling the room. The mask on Leos face cracks, melting off
She raises a brow, her eyes opening "You okay?"
He sighs and points at Leo (WIS save)
"Leo...Festus...they...they're out.."
WIS: 19
She looks around "Where? Should I tell Jack?"
He is suddenly chained to the ground, magical chains binding his wrists and hands. TH turns back to the Litch "He does that again, I'm killing him and his dragon." he says and then sighs "All I wanted to do was talk but you made it hard.."
"Merabelle as well. She knows now." She chuckles "Supportive people with my first ever pregnancy."
He shakes his head "Got to be sober enough to work heavy machinery my friend."
He watches him carefully, from the shadows underneath of Grimes.
"Ah, Merabelle knows an' I ain't even have ta tell her." He chuckles "Merabelle's most supportive person you'll end up findin'. The first, maybe there'll be more." He looks to the sky.
"Speakin' o' which, how are ya doin'? Been good?" He asks, putting the whiskey away.
After thanking the shop keeper, he begins heading back with the bouchet, talking to himself about how he'll present it to TH.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The glass jar shatters, spraying glass everywhere. The Litch cackles, teleporting around
He sighs and tilts his head "Come now, don't make this harder for yourself."
Therens eyes widen. "Oh God...no no no..."
"You cannot contain me!" he cackles, smoke filling the room. The mask on Leos face cracks, melting off
She raises a brow, her eyes opening "You okay?"
He sighs and points at Leo (WIS save)
"Leo...Festus...they...they're out.."
WIS: 19
She looks around "Where? Should I tell Jack?"
He is suddenly chained to the ground, magical chains binding his wrists and hands. TH turns back to the Litch "He does that again, I'm killing him and his dragon." he says and then sighs "All I wanted to do was talk but you made it hard.."
"A castle in the woods. Yeah, get Jack. Tell him to meet me outside the Inn."
The Litch raises his hands, a green glow emanating from the smoke. "I am Death. I am the Eternal. I am the Litch!" he shouts as Leo and Festus vanish as the smoke ignites into a fiery explosion. Dex save
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
If the Miontaur is still standing, Darius swings down twice again. To hit:1816 (He did Reckless attack again) Damage:10+4+511
The minotaur crumbles to pieces from Thorfinn's blow. Thorfinn uses his sword to keep standing, breathing heavily.
Darius helps him stay standing "Good we finished that thing quick, we've got to keep moving before another one gets here. We've got to make it somewhere he can rest."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She smiles again and leans back against him.
"Who said I am going to kill you? No no no no no. I am going to shove you in a jar and take over your legions." He chuckles and grabs him by the neck, dodging the knife as a magical jar suddenly appears in his crooked hand. The jar opens as suddenly the Litch becomes tiny and is shoved into it, the lid closing. TH transforms back and shakes the jar a bit, grinning behind a mask that has suddenly appeared back on his face.
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
He can't help but smile at her, his love for her overshadowing anything else he could possibly feel.
He looks contemplatively, rubbing his chin "Don't think my kid would like their papa moonshinin', 'er anythin' like that."
He nods, walking towards the town, taking the money they earned helping people with them.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Thank you for noticing, that was the vibe I was going for. Also, the Minotaur had advantage*
He dodges the blade, pushing it away with a parry, the lion skin on his shoulders matching that of the spectral lioness.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He quickly turns around to face Sparrow. "Oh, it's you. Yeah, it's a bounty. You seen anything like this?" He shows the paper to him.
On the paper, there are several photographs and sketches of what almost looks like a towering sunflower that hasn't been watered in years. It has nine flower heads, a glowing light in its stem, and- by the looks of the photos- is quite ambulatory.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He continues to braid her hair.
The glass jar shatters, spraying glass everywhere. The Litch cackles, teleporting around
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She stands up and stretches "I asked KK to make some baby clothes for us for in the future." She grins.
"I suppose not." he nods.
TH follows him from the shadows, eyes on him at all times.
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'll finish this!" Thorfinn yells
Attack: 14 Damage: 17
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He sighs and tilts his head "Come now, don't make this harder for yourself."
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
He looks at the bounty with a raised eyebrow "I don't know what ta tell ya, but that looks like its outta yer range o' skill, pardner. I'd stick ta street level thugs if I were ya. I don't think I'd want to fight that thing."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Therens eyes widen. "Oh God...no no no..."
"You cannot contain me!" he cackles, smoke filling the room. The mask on Leos face cracks, melting off
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He grins wide "What a beautiful future that's gonna be. Happy ta hear KK's willin' ta help."
"Want another glass pardner?" He asks, putting the bottle next to them.
Grimes does get the things they asked for, as well as some polish and cleaning supplies for their gun, and a bouchet of flowers.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She raises a brow, her eyes opening "You okay?"
He sighs and points at Leo (WIS save)
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
"Leo...Festus...they...they're out.."
WIS: 19
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Merabelle as well. She knows now." She chuckles "Supportive people with my first ever pregnancy."
He shakes his head "Got to be sober enough to work heavy machinery my friend."
He watches him carefully, from the shadows underneath of Grimes.
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
If the Miontaur is still standing, Darius swings down twice again. To hit:30 17 (He did Reckless attack again) Damage:10+6+6 14
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The minotaur crumbles to pieces from Thorfinn's blow. Thorfinn uses his sword to keep standing, breathing heavily.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She looks around "Where? Should I tell Jack?"
He is suddenly chained to the ground, magical chains binding his wrists and hands. TH turns back to the Litch "He does that again, I'm killing him and his dragon." he says and then sighs "All I wanted to do was talk but you made it hard.."
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
"Ah, Merabelle knows an' I ain't even have ta tell her." He chuckles "Merabelle's most supportive person you'll end up findin'. The first, maybe there'll be more." He looks to the sky.
"Speakin' o' which, how are ya doin'? Been good?" He asks, putting the whiskey away.
After thanking the shop keeper, he begins heading back with the bouchet, talking to himself about how he'll present it to TH.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"A castle in the woods. Yeah, get Jack. Tell him to meet me outside the Inn."
The Litch raises his hands, a green glow emanating from the smoke. "I am Death. I am the Eternal. I am the Litch!" he shouts as Leo and Festus vanish as the smoke ignites into a fiery explosion. Dex save
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Darius helps him stay standing "Good we finished that thing quick, we've got to keep moving before another one gets here. We've got to make it somewhere he can rest."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)