“The needs of a king, nothing to worry about. Simply looking for something, or maybe someone.” He smiles charismatically for a moment.
She tilts her head quizzically. “Am i just socially clueless or was that flirting?”
“I wouldn’t say you are socially clueless.” He says, chuckling, sheathing his stone age shortswords “Have you been to the town?”
She seems a small bit confused at the first thing he says. ”I have not yet, my dear priests and i were on a pilgrimage to find somewhere where we were needed, but we only just arrived and I heard you right as I was entering the town.”
“Ah well, it was nice to have you here, even if I did not need the healing. Thank you dearly. This may be a town you are needed, many would like to have some form of aid, and you are quite good at it.” He says, taking a deep breath “And, I was definitely flirting.”
“That is wonderful news to Hear!” She pauses for a moment after he confirms her suspicions it was flirting. ”you are too kind, but you wouldn’t be interested in me.”
“I wouldn’t say I’m kind either. You have little clue what I am interested in, with all due respect.” He says, beginning to walk through the forest, expecting them to follow.
“Mm, no, I’m fairly sure you wouldn’t be interested.” she follows, not wanting to be impolite.
“I suppose we will have to see.” He shrugs, chuckling, leading them to the Lord’s Rest Inn, his body shivering in the cold.
”I am telling you now, you won’t. If you’d-“ she rushes to keep up with them. “Let me tell you why, it’d make things a lot easier.”
He slows down so that they can keep up, waiting for them “Please, tell me why I won’t. It would be very interesting to hear.”
She makes direct eye contact with him through her mask. Slowly, her gloved hand moves up to the mask and she slowly takes it off, revealing her face.
no skin, no flesh, just bone. Her skull is decorated with carvings of swirling patterns and marigolds, and her eyes are dark, filled with some black energy with small white pupils. Her head is framed by a crown of flowers, orange, yellow, and pink, all fresh, not wilted one bit. Under her eye sockets are deep indents in her skull, three under each eye, running from the socket down her face with some black liquid. They’re tears. Once he sees it, she quickly masks again.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
He sighs. "I'm sorry. I try hard to be trusting, but I... I get nervous when I'm in domains like this. I recently had to invade a layer of the Abyss and make threats against a pair of devils who wanted to keep me as a pet and kill all my friends, so I took some precautions. The timing seemed a little convenient, so I..." He pulls out the item. A stuffed doll. "It's made of polyester, which has anti-fey properties. Not enough to hurt, but enough to provide me with some protection from any sort of trickery or glamour. I'm a coward. I know that. And I'm sorry. I wish I was better." He turns to watch the show, holding the toy in his paws.
She turns back to look Felix in the eyes. “I…-I am so sorry that happened to you… I can see why you’d be so nervous… listen, you can keep the doll, if it makes you feel any safer-“ she is cut off as the twin magicians begin to perform their first trick. (I’m not feeling very creative right now, so i’m not entirely sure what their first trick would be, but it’s absurd and extravagant.)
He's in awe of the show, but still a bit on edge. His eyes analyze the magic show, looking for tricks or magical illusions, but unable to discover any. By the time the biblically-accurate dinosaur is hidden back under the thimble, he's engrossed. When it's over, he remembers that he's actually in a conversation and turns a bit. "Thank you. I wish I didn't bring it, honestly. It was rude of me, and that's unforgivable. This court is so beautiful, and I came in here unaccepting of it. I try to love every being, but the only reason I made such a cruel assumption is because you were fey, and I didn't even realize it."
He looks into the eyes for a long moment before saying “Oh come on, that’s not too bad. I’ve seen some of my friends face truly horrific fates in the Feywild, not saying that isn’t bad, just not bad enough to think that would stop someone as traumatized as me.” He says, only half joking with the last part, his eyes full of pain.
He looks into the eyes for a long moment before saying “Oh come on, that’s not too bad. I’ve seen some of my friends face truly horrific fates in the Feywild, not saying that isn’t bad, just not bad enough to think that would stop someone as traumatized as me.” He says, only half joking with the last part, his eyes full of pain.
“How peculiar… most people scream… but… tell me, what happened in the feywild? Perhaps I could… help. It’s not just physical pain I can absorb.”
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
He looks into the eyes for a long moment before saying “Oh come on, that’s not too bad. I’ve seen some of my friends face truly horrific fates in the Feywild, not saying that isn’t bad, just not bad enough to think that would stop someone as traumatized as me.” He says, only half joking with the last part, his eyes full of pain.
“How peculiar… most people scream… but… tell me, what happened in the feywild? Perhaps I could… help. It’s not just physical pain I can absorb.”
He shakes his head “Don’t worry about me. Just seeing my friends massacred, some of them not turning back from being turned into stone, melted by acids and all other things.”
*Hello. This is definitely Wendigo. There is no need to believe otherwise.*
*Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your Blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs?*
*Hello. This is definitely Wendigo. There is no need to believe otherwise.*
*Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your Blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs?*
*THIS ONE KNOWS THE TRUTH- THE HIVEMIND MUST SCATTER-*
He sighs. "I'm sorry. I try hard to be trusting, but I... I get nervous when I'm in domains like this. I recently had to invade a layer of the Abyss and make threats against a pair of devils who wanted to keep me as a pet and kill all my friends, so I took some precautions. The timing seemed a little convenient, so I..." He pulls out the item. A stuffed doll. "It's made of polyester, which has anti-fey properties. Not enough to hurt, but enough to provide me with some protection from any sort of trickery or glamour. I'm a coward. I know that. And I'm sorry. I wish I was better." He turns to watch the show, holding the toy in his paws.
She turns back to look Felix in the eyes. “I…-I am so sorry that happened to you… I can see why you’d be so nervous… listen, you can keep the doll, if it makes you feel any safer-“ she is cut off as the twin magicians begin to perform their first trick. (I’m not feeling very creative right now, so i’m not entirely sure what their first trick would be, but it’s absurd and extravagant.)
He's in awe of the show, but still a bit on edge. His eyes analyze the magic show, looking for tricks or magical illusions, but unable to discover any. By the time the biblically-accurate dinosaur is hidden back under the thimble, he's engrossed. When it's over, he remembers that he's actually in a conversation and turns a bit. "Thank you. I wish I didn't bring it, honestly. It was rude of me, and that's unforgivable. This court is so beautiful, and I came in here unaccepting of it. I try to love every being, but the only reason I made such a cruel assumption is because you were fey, and I didn't even realize it."
“It… was a bit surprising, but I think you’ve made up for that. You realized your mistake, so why shouldn’t I forgive you? Besides, most of the people here aren’t even actual fey.” She says. “I mean, I am, of course… ha-ha. But, long story short, a lot of the people here are human. Anyways, it’s… really not a big deal. I can see why you were scared. Just.., don’t tell anyone though, they might come for your head. At least you didn’t, like, bring any cold iron here!” The audience is so eager for more of the show that the performers are convinced to have on final act, coming in five minutes! (I have an actual, story related plan for this one)
*Hello. This is definitely Wendigo. There is no need to believe otherwise.*
*Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your Blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs?*
*THIS ONE KNOWS THE TRUTH- THE HIVEMIND MUST SCATTER-*
*LAWRENCE WOULD HAVE BEEN ABLE TO ANSWER THOSE QUESTIONS*
He looks into the eyes for a long moment before saying “Oh come on, that’s not too bad. I’ve seen some of my friends face truly horrific fates in the Feywild, not saying that isn’t bad, just not bad enough to think that would stop someone as traumatized as me.” He says, only half joking with the last part, his eyes full of pain.
“How peculiar… most people scream… but… tell me, what happened in the feywild? Perhaps I could… help. It’s not just physical pain I can absorb.”
He shakes his head “Don’t worry about me. Just seeing my friends massacred, some of them not turning back from being turned into stone, melted by acids and all other things.”
She gasps. “Please… let me help you. Even just a little bit? Let me take some of your pain.”
*Hello. This is definitely Wendigo. There is no need to believe otherwise.*
*Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your Blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs?*
*THIS ONE KNOWS THE TRUTH- THE HIVEMIND MUST SCATTER-*
*LAWRENNCE WOULD HAVE BEEN ABLE TO ANSWER THOSE QUESTIONS*
*(Crawls back into the void and the real me gets thrown out)*
He looks into the eyes for a long moment before saying “Oh come on, that’s not too bad. I’ve seen some of my friends face truly horrific fates in the Feywild, not saying that isn’t bad, just not bad enough to think that would stop someone as traumatized as me.” He says, only half joking with the last part, his eyes full of pain.
“How peculiar… most people scream… but… tell me, what happened in the feywild? Perhaps I could… help. It’s not just physical pain I can absorb.”
He shakes his head “Don’t worry about me. Just seeing my friends massacred, some of them not turning back from being turned into stone, melted by acids and all other things.”
She gasps. “Please… let me help you. Even just a little bit? Let me take some of your pain.”
He shakes his head “No, I’m fine, it’s all behind me now, even my sister hasn’t woken up from the petrifaction yet, but it’s fine.”
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
He looks into the eyes for a long moment before saying “Oh come on, that’s not too bad. I’ve seen some of my friends face truly horrific fates in the Feywild, not saying that isn’t bad, just not bad enough to think that would stop someone as traumatized as me.” He says, only half joking with the last part, his eyes full of pain.
“How peculiar… most people scream… but… tell me, what happened in the feywild? Perhaps I could… help. It’s not just physical pain I can absorb.”
He shakes his head “Don’t worry about me. Just seeing my friends massacred, some of them not turning back from being turned into stone, melted by acids and all other things.”
She gasps. “Please… let me help you. Even just a little bit? Let me take some of your pain.”
He shakes his head “No, I’m fine, it’s all behind me now, even my sister hasn’t woken up from the petrifaction yet, but it’s fine.”
“Not even one memory? I could take away even just one tiny, painful memory for you. Anything… I need to help you somehow…”
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She makes direct eye contact with him through her mask. Slowly, her gloved hand moves up to the mask and she slowly takes it off, revealing her face.
no skin, no flesh, just bone. Her skull is decorated with carvings of swirling patterns and marigolds, and her eyes are dark, filled with some black energy with small white pupils. Her head is framed by a crown of flowers, orange, yellow, and pink, all fresh, not wilted one bit. Under her eye sockets are deep indents in her skull, three under each eye, running from the socket down her face with some black liquid. They’re tears. Once he sees it, she quickly masks again.
*cut with Jester*
Lify smiles and kisses him "I love you"
"That's good" Basil smiles
Wind looks a bit confused "Just wanted to say hi?"
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Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
*was that a quote from*
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Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
He's in awe of the show, but still a bit on edge. His eyes analyze the magic show, looking for tricks or magical illusions, but unable to discover any. By the time the biblically-accurate dinosaur is hidden back under the thimble, he's engrossed. When it's over, he remembers that he's actually in a conversation and turns a bit. "Thank you. I wish I didn't bring it, honestly. It was rude of me, and that's unforgivable. This court is so beautiful, and I came in here unaccepting of it. I try to love every being, but the only reason I made such a cruel assumption is because you were fey, and I didn't even realize it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for Arch.*
He looks into the eyes for a long moment before saying “Oh come on, that’s not too bad. I’ve seen some of my friends face truly horrific fates in the Feywild, not saying that isn’t bad, just not bad enough to think that would stop someone as traumatized as me.” He says, only half joking with the last part, his eyes full of pain.
“How peculiar… most people scream… but… tell me, what happened in the feywild? Perhaps I could… help. It’s not just physical pain I can absorb.”
“Love you too, always and forever.” He says, smiling back.
He begins picking up a heavy beam “Help me with this please.”
“Okay, hi to you too Wind.” They say back to them, holding their staff tightly as they walk “Come on.”
*good place to end?*
"Oh- okay" Basil attempts to help with the mage hand, both of his hands and his tail
Wind follows
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Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
*Hello. This is definitely Wendigo. There is no need to believe otherwise.*
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 shakes his head “Don’t worry about me. Just seeing my friends massacred, some of them not turning back from being turned into stone, melted by acids and all other things.”
*Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your Blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*THIS ONE KNOWS THE TRUTH- THE HIVEMIND MUST SCATTER-*
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
“It… was a bit surprising, but I think you’ve made up for that. You realized your mistake, so why shouldn’t I forgive you? Besides, most of the people here aren’t even actual fey.” She says.
“I mean, I am, of course… ha-ha. But, long story short, a lot of the people here are human. Anyways, it’s… really not a big deal. I can see why you were scared. Just.., don’t tell anyone though, they might come for your head. At least you didn’t, like, bring any cold iron here!” The audience is so eager for more of the show that the performers are convinced to have on final act, coming in five minutes! (I have an actual, story related plan for this one)
*LAWRENCE WOULD HAVE BEEN ABLE TO ANSWER THOSE QUESTIONS*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She gasps. “Please… let me help you. Even just a little bit? Let me take some of your pain.”
*(Crawls back into the void and the real me gets thrown out)*
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
*Sure.*
With their help they are able to lift the piece of wood, to which Thane smiles “Thank you.”
He leads them back to the Lord’s Rest Inn.
He shakes his head “No, I’m fine, it’s all behind me now, even my sister hasn’t woken up from the petrifaction yet, but it’s fine.”
"You're welcome"
Wind walks in
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Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
“Not even one memory? I could take away even just one tiny, painful memory for you. Anything… I need to help you somehow…”