Samaritan is outside, preparing what appears to be a huge feast. He has already set out brussel sprouts with bacon, a whole roast boar, three roast chickens, steamed broccoli, roast broccoli, mashed potatoes, a rack of lamb ribs, ground owlbear lasagna, stuffed cheese tortellini, stuffed shells, baked oysters, raw mollusk, baked possum heads, fired spiders, chocolate and cherry pie, Button Mushroom bites, and chocolate lava cakes.
It looks like anyone is welcome to join in the Christmas meal.
Riotan pulls up energetically. “Can I help?”
Samaritan looks down at him "You can help by eating.'
He turns to them, smiling “Hello friend. May I help?”
He continues nibbling at the gingerbread “Hello Wind.”
He sighs, deflating immediately “Absolutely terrible, but what else is new?” He chuckles.
"Of course you can" Basil hands over about five gift wrapped boxes
Wind stretches "Don't... eat fifty... I... made a mistake..."
Lify pats him on the shoulder, than gets back to prepping the chicken, her tail swaying a bit as she does
He begins handing out some of those boxes to people, happy to do so, a smile on his face.
“I don’t plan to eat that many.” He says, still nibbling on the first.
James sighs and walks over to them “What the heck is that?” He asks curiously, looking at the chicken, and a bit at the tail but talking about the chicken.
Soon, Basil hands him more boxes, happy to see someone else helping him give out gifts
Wind pushes themself up with their arms "Okay. wanna... do... something?..."
Lify looks over to talk to him, somehow still seasoning it with no error "An abysal chicken. nice christmas dinner"
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!
Samaritan is outside, preparing what appears to be a huge feast. He has already set out brussel sprouts with bacon, a whole roast boar, three roast chickens, steamed broccoli, roast broccoli, mashed potatoes, a rack of lamb ribs, ground owlbear lasagna, stuffed cheese tortellini, stuffed shells, baked oysters, raw mollusk, baked possum heads, fired spiders, chocolate and cherry pie, Button Mushroom bites, and chocolate lava cakes.
It looks like anyone is welcome to join in the Christmas meal.
Riotan pulls up energetically. “Can I help?”
Samaritan looks down at him "You can help by eating.'
“You sure? I wanna be useful!”
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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 turns to them, smiling “Hello friend. May I help?”
He continues nibbling at the gingerbread “Hello Wind.”
He sighs, deflating immediately “Absolutely terrible, but what else is new?” He chuckles.
"Of course you can" Basil hands over about five gift wrapped boxes
Wind stretches "Don't... eat fifty... I... made a mistake..."
Lify pats him on the shoulder, than gets back to prepping the chicken, her tail swaying a bit as she does
He begins handing out some of those boxes to people, happy to do so, a smile on his face.
“I don’t plan to eat that many.” He says, still nibbling on the first.
James sighs and walks over to them “What the heck is that?” He asks curiously, looking at the chicken, and a bit at the tail but talking about the chicken.
Soon, Basil hands him more boxes, happy to see someone else helping him give out gifts
Wind pushes themself up with their arms "Okay. wanna... do... something?..."
Lify looks over to talk to him, somehow still seasoning it with no error "An abysal chicken. nice christmas dinner"
He continues to hand them out, giving little Christmas cheer to everyone he talks to, smiling all the way.
He looks to them, helping them up as much as he can “You should rest, you look really tired.”
He looks with slight awe “I keep forgetting you’re an amazing look, who’s the Christmas dinner for?” He ask just as curious.
"A good observation. You're sharper than a lot of mages. Would you happen to be a necromancer or diviner? That seems like a very time-oriented observation, and most other specialists don't consider time a notable resource. If they did, they wouldn't be wizards."
Felix squeaks like a dog toy. "You're welcome! I'm glad you like it!"
"Sure, they could destroy their own society, but not in the way that we want. Entropy and chaos are similar on the surface, but Entropy is pure destruction and is natural, while Chaos is a contrivance that crudely sustains itself by force. We want Chaos, not Entropy. A world of silence would be boring."
“I’m a necromancer. A pretty good one if I do say so myself…” He smirks.
Mauric giggles at his comical squeaking. “Where’d you even get this?”
“Well sure, if there’s nothing there’s no fun. People should sustain their world through a Darwinist, hedonistic exchange of mutual pain and pleasure. The strong retrieve and the weak surrender, and those who can claim those titles are constantly in flux. A state of disorderly existence that can be pretty sweet for a magically influential guy who likes food, sex, and power more than any of the entreatments of rational culture.”
"I guessed correctly. What's your go-to spell? Create Undead, Danse Macabre?" It dips a claw in Ink and begins to write on a piece of parchment. "What about Colossus Grotesque? That's a fun one."
"I uh... got it myself. I had to go to this old cave system filled with monsters. It was so deep down that the gravity nearly squished me. It might have been close to Hell, 'cause it was really hot too."
"Heh. Evil is not our goal. It may be yours, but we don't have the liberty of not caring about anyone. We had a family once. Children. But the mortals took thosr away from us. So we're going to cure their mortality. Their morality. Their cruelty. But first, they must learn the depths of their foolishness."
Samaritan is outside, preparing what appears to be a huge feast. He has already set out brussel sprouts with bacon, a whole roast boar, three roast chickens, steamed broccoli, roast broccoli, mashed potatoes, a rack of lamb ribs, ground owlbear lasagna, stuffed cheese tortellini, stuffed shells, baked oysters, raw mollusk, baked possum heads, fired spiders, chocolate and cherry pie, Button Mushroom bites, and chocolate lava cakes.
It looks like anyone is welcome to join in the Christmas meal.
Riotan pulls up energetically. “Can I help?”
Samaritan looks down at him "You can help by eating.'
Samaritan is outside, preparing what appears to be a huge feast. He has already set out brussel sprouts with bacon, a whole roast boar, three roast chickens, steamed broccoli, roast broccoli, mashed potatoes, a rack of lamb ribs, ground owlbear lasagna, stuffed cheese tortellini, stuffed shells, baked oysters, raw mollusk, baked possum heads, fired spiders, chocolate and cherry pie, Button Mushroom bites, and chocolate lava cakes.
It looks like anyone is welcome to join in the Christmas meal.
In Samaritan's office, something lurks in the shadows. A long claw, so deep blue it looks like it's made of tar, reaches out of the shadows and places a present from Felix on the desk. "Your wish is our command, small friend..."
And just like that, the security system in Samaritan's office goes off. He is suddenly teleported there, knife in hand "Who the hell is in here?!?" He bellows.
The thing in the shadows flows like water, twitching and shaking unnaturally. "Would you believe me if I said I was a distant universe's embodiment of ultimate evil who is currently playing Santa?"
He turns to them, smiling “Hello friend. May I help?”
He continues nibbling at the gingerbread “Hello Wind.”
He sighs, deflating immediately “Absolutely terrible, but what else is new?” He chuckles.
"Of course you can" Basil hands over about five gift wrapped boxes
Wind stretches "Don't... eat fifty... I... made a mistake..."
Lify pats him on the shoulder, than gets back to prepping the chicken, her tail swaying a bit as she does
He begins handing out some of those boxes to people, happy to do so, a smile on his face.
“I don’t plan to eat that many.” He says, still nibbling on the first.
James sighs and walks over to them “What the heck is that?” He asks curiously, looking at the chicken, and a bit at the tail but talking about the chicken.
Soon, Basil hands him more boxes, happy to see someone else helping him give out gifts
Wind pushes themself up with their arms "Okay. wanna... do... something?..."
Lify looks over to talk to him, somehow still seasoning it with no error "An abysal chicken. nice christmas dinner"
He continues to hand them out, giving little Christmas cheer to everyone he talks to, smiling all the way.
He looks to them, helping them up as much as he can “You should rest, you look really tired.”
He looks with slight awe “I keep forgetting you’re an amazing look, who’s the Christmas dinner for?” He ask just as curious.
Eventually, when the presents are all handed out Basil asks "How are ya doin'?"
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!
"A good observation. You're sharper than a lot of mages. Would you happen to be a necromancer or diviner? That seems like a very time-oriented observation, and most other specialists don't consider time a notable resource. If they did, they wouldn't be wizards."
Felix squeaks like a dog toy. "You're welcome! I'm glad you like it!"
"Sure, they could destroy their own society, but not in the way that we want. Entropy and chaos are similar on the surface, but Entropy is pure destruction and is natural, while Chaos is a contrivance that crudely sustains itself by force. We want Chaos, not Entropy. A world of silence would be boring."
“I’m a necromancer. A pretty good one if I do say so myself…” He smirks.
Mauric giggles at his comical squeaking. “Where’d you even get this?”
“Well sure, if there’s nothing there’s no fun. People should sustain their world through a Darwinist, hedonistic exchange of mutual pain and pleasure. The strong retrieve and the weak surrender, and those who can claim those titles are constantly in flux. A state of disorderly existence that can be pretty sweet for a magically influential guy who likes food, sex, and power more than any of the entreatments of rational culture.”
"I guessed correctly. What's your go-to spell? Create Undead, Danse Macabre?" It dips a claw in Ink and begins to write on a piece of parchment. "What about Colossus Grotesque? That's a fun one."
"I uh... got it myself. I had to go to this old cave system filled with monsters. It was so deep down that the gravity nearly squished me. It might have been close to Hell, 'cause it was really hot too."
"Heh. Evil is not our goal. It may be yours, but we don't have the liberty of not caring about anyone. We had a family once. Children. But the mortals took thosr away from us. So we're going to cure their mortality. Their morality. Their cruelty. But first, they must learn the depths of their foolishness."
“Probably Create Undead.” He answers after thinking for a second.
“You did that for me???” Mauric hugs him even tighter. “You didn’t have to do that!!! You’re crazy, man!”
“Well while you’re ‘curing them’ or whatever, you can let me reign in sin and debauchery. I wanna show that little [gp] Graz’zt that he’s not the only one who can get things done.”
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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.
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!
Samaritan is outside, preparing what appears to be a huge feast. He has already set out brussel sprouts with bacon, a whole roast boar, three roast chickens, steamed broccoli, roast broccoli, mashed potatoes, a rack of lamb ribs, ground owlbear lasagna, stuffed cheese tortellini, stuffed shells, baked oysters, raw mollusk, baked possum heads, fired spiders, chocolate and cherry pie, Button Mushroom bites, and chocolate lava cakes.
It looks like anyone is welcome to join in the Christmas meal.
Riotan pulls up energetically. “Can I help?”
Samaritan looks down at him "You can help by eating.'
“You sure? I wanna be useful!”
"You are useful." He kisses the top of his head.
“Awww…” Rio kisses him back and sits down.
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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.
Samaritan looks down at him "You can help by eating.'
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
Soon, Basil hands him more boxes, happy to see someone else helping him give out gifts
Wind pushes themself up with their arms "Okay. wanna... do... something?..."
Lify looks over to talk to him, somehow still seasoning it with no error "An abysal chicken. nice christmas dinner"
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
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!
“Oh, uh, sure? Why not?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“You sure? I wanna be useful!”
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 continues to hand them out, giving little Christmas cheer to everyone he talks to, smiling all the way.
He looks to them, helping them up as much as he can “You should rest, you look really tired.”
He looks with slight awe “I keep forgetting you’re an amazing look, who’s the Christmas dinner for?” He ask just as curious.
"I guessed correctly. What's your go-to spell? Create Undead, Danse Macabre?" It dips a claw in Ink and begins to write on a piece of parchment. "What about Colossus Grotesque? That's a fun one."
"I uh... got it myself. I had to go to this old cave system filled with monsters. It was so deep down that the gravity nearly squished me. It might have been close to Hell, 'cause it was really hot too."
"Heh. Evil is not our goal. It may be yours, but we don't have the liberty of not caring about anyone. We had a family once. Children. But the mortals took thosr away from us. So we're going to cure their mortality. Their morality. Their cruelty. But first, they must learn the depths of their foolishness."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He leads the back inside and begins cooking, smiling.
"You are useful." He kisses the top of his head.
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
The thing in the shadows flows like water, twitching and shaking unnaturally. "Would you believe me if I said I was a distant universe's embodiment of ultimate evil who is currently playing Santa?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Eventually, when the presents are all handed out Basil asks "How are ya doin'?"
Wind sit back down
Lify shrugs "Anyone really"
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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!
*I just got the Crooked Moon alpha! Yay!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Probably Create Undead.” He answers after thinking for a second.
“You did that for me???” Mauric hugs him even tighter. “You didn’t have to do that!!! You’re crazy, man!”
“Well while you’re ‘curing them’ or whatever, you can let me reign in sin and debauchery. I wanna show that little [gp] Graz’zt that he’s not the only one who can get things done.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Mauric moves to aid him.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Ive got to go, unfortunately. It’s been fun. See ya.*
*Bye*
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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!
“Awww…” Rio kisses him back and sits down.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*hold on, I am about to go out for lunch. I'll be back.*
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
*see you around! love you dude!*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*see you soon!*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*RUN RUN DON’T SHRINK AND COWER JOIN US AT THE WITCHING HOUR*