*Orange juice is secretly fruit vomit. I’m sorry you had to learn that the hard way.*
*I find that people either love orange juice or hate orange juice, there is no inbetween. I hate it personally, though I think regular oranges are ok on occasion.*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
“Samaritan gives us days off fer holidays, especially with everythin’ he’s dealin’ with. I’m probably headed ta buy Omori a bed, she’s sleepin’ in my cave.” She begins walking “After all, she’s my daughter now. An’ I love her.”
She looks to the cat, rubbing their chin curiously “Hmm, maybe something, or someone I admire. I’m not sure just yet.”
“Not yet, now I use that only skill to help those who need it.” He takes his blade off his back.
“No way! Really?” Riotan looks surprised. “I just met her yesterday! How lovely!”
“Take all the time you need.”
Eito makes a small rasping sound and looks up at the ceiling contemplatively.
She beckons for them to follow as she continues to walk “A real good one she is, an’ a prodigy at magic, wants ta be a star druid just like her mother.” She says, smiling.
She picks the black cat up, looking into their eyes “… You’re name is Nine.”
John puts his drink down “Tell me more about you, I’ve been talking so much about myself.”
“That would explain why stars were the main focus of the thread of our conversation, then…” He muses to himself.
Thirteen chuckles softly and takes out several of his tomes absentmindedly.
“Once I was a leader. Now I am broken, as I deserve to be. But I have seen some modicum of truth through my half-blinded eyes.”
“She really has been growin’ fast, makes me proud to see her doin’ all of it with such dedication.” She begins shopping.
Paracelsus turns to them “Oh, would you like anything to drink? To eat possibly?” They put down a food tray for the cat.
“The truth is… it’s what we need at times. No matter how smothering it may be, it is for the best.”
*Orange juice is secretly fruit vomit. I’m sorry you had to learn that the hard way.*
*I find that people either love orange juice or hate orange juice, there is no inbetween. I hate it personally, though I think regular oranges are ok on occasion.*
*Thats the thing, the fruit itself is fine, but the juice is trash.*
Felix is making cubed spaghetti and deep-frying it with tempura batter.
The Neighbor is standing in a dark corner of the tavern, grinning in the half-light. (He basically looks like an analogue horror monster when he's not in bright light.)
The Magus is putting on quite the performance, calling down a solar flare, capturing it, and using it to light a bonfire.
The Beast is sleeping in the woods, its belly swollen with Christmas toys it ate off the shelves in an attempt to make parents desperate enough to fight over the remaining stock.
*Orange juice is secretly fruit vomit. I’m sorry you had to learn that the hard way.*
*I find that people either love orange juice or hate orange juice, there is no inbetween. I hate it personally, though I think regular oranges are ok on occasion.*
*I love regular oranges, and I used to love orange juice. Now I only love organ juice.*
Sylvan is out on a hunting trip with the Divine Pups.
Ternikus is taking a look at the quest board.
Cerberus is going all out with Christmas decorations.
A large, deep blue beast with black ram's horns is sleeping in the woods, its belly swollen and some stuffing stuck in its dagger-like teeth. They all immediately recognize the being as a fiend of some sort, but it would take a History check to determine what it is.
Sylvan is out on a hunting trip with the Divine Pups.
Ternikus is taking a look at the quest board.
Cerberus is going all out with Christmas decorations.
A large, deep blue beast with black ram's horns is sleeping in the woods, its belly swollen and some stuffing stuck in its dagger-like teeth. They all immediately recognize the being as a fiend of some sort, but it would take a History check to determine what it is.
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Sylvan draws his spear as he holds his hands up to stop the pups path. He whispers something in celestial to them as they move to circle the beast, staying behind the tree line but within eyesight of each other.
*I find that people either love orange juice or hate orange juice, there is no inbetween. I hate it personally, though I think regular oranges are ok on occasion.*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“She really has been growin’ fast, makes me proud to see her doin’ all of it with such dedication.” She begins shopping.
Paracelsus turns to them “Oh, would you like anything to drink? To eat possibly?” They put down a food tray for the cat.
“The truth is… it’s what we need at times. No matter how smothering it may be, it is for the best.”
*Thats the thing, the fruit itself is fine, but the juice is trash.*
*Anyway,*
Felix is making cubed spaghetti and deep-frying it with tempura batter.
The Neighbor is standing in a dark corner of the tavern, grinning in the half-light. (He basically looks like an analogue horror monster when he's not in bright light.)
The Magus is putting on quite the performance, calling down a solar flare, capturing it, and using it to light a bonfire.
The Beast is sleeping in the woods, its belly swollen with Christmas toys it ate off the shelves in an attempt to make parents desperate enough to fight over the remaining stock.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I love regular oranges, and I used to love orange juice. Now I only love organ juice.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Ive gtg yall, might not be back on today, its been fun.*
*All good! Have fun without us too!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*See ya around friend! Love ya! Take care!*
*I'm sorry I keep disappearing. I've been tired and also running around all day..*
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 so sorry I have to leave just as you got on Baalze, but I gotta go to church for the Christmas Eve service. I should be on later tonight though.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Everything's good here. You can take as much and as long of breaks as you like.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I know but I should at least tell yall when I'm getting off so you don't think I'm leaving you consistently.*
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
*Church is important. Go do that.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*agreed. Have fun.*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*That would be nice, but it's not something we need you to do if it's troublesome for you.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Sylvan is out on a hunting trip with the Divine Pups.
Ternikus is taking a look at the quest board.
Cerberus is going all out with Christmas decorations.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
A large, deep blue beast with black ram's horns is sleeping in the woods, its belly swollen and some stuffing stuck in its dagger-like teeth. They all immediately recognize the being as a fiend of some sort, but it would take a History check to determine what it is.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*one fifty-one thousand, six hundred people die, every day on earth.*
*if that’s not a reason to cry, that’s an awful lot of paperwork.*
*They say my hunger's a problem, they tell me to curb my appetite.*
*They say I can't keep myself from trying a bite of every plate in sight.*
*They worship patience, a virtue, oh, they tell me gluttony's a sin.*
*But my desire is bottomless, I want to slit your throat and eat 'till I get sick!*
*(This may seem unrelated. It isn't.)*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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Sylvan draws his spear as he holds his hands up to stop the pups path. He whispers something in celestial to them as they move to circle the beast, staying behind the tree line but within eyesight of each other.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!