The guilt house, from the looks of it, has fallen into disrepair due to Home breaking free. Home, currently, is having a bit of a an issue adjusting to the reality that he is free and has taken up sitting in the tavern basement because that is all he has ever known. He refuses to take off the mental hospital clothing he has on for years, despite it now growing more dirty by the second.
Loriche is making him some traditional minotaur-style garments, along with minor built-in armor.
He watches her from where he sits, knees to his chest.
She goes over to him and sets down a coarse yet cozy wool tunic and undershirt along with leggings and undergarments. The external garments contain light armor plates along the sleeves and front. “Don’t feel the need to cover up or anything; you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.”
He uncurls himself, still kinda quiet as he nods his head. He slips it on over his clothes and stands up "Thank you.... Sorry.."
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?"
His entire body erupts into fiery flames, a black-boned skeleton with three heads staring back at him "I don't care. No one is allowed back here."
"You did ask. I was just delivering a present by Felix's request. Hope you enjoy, friend." Is slithers back into the darkness.
Samaritan grunts and picks it up. He carefully unwraps it in case it isn't exactly from Felix.
It is a set of tie-bars shaped like skeletal snakes with black gemstones for eyes. There is a certificate of authenticity, explaining that they are made from Grade-A cold-worked Snailsteel and "black salt-diamonds," whatever those are. "Reminded me of you and Rio," says the note in Felix's handwriting. "Merry Christmas!"
Samaritan holds them for a moment before sighing. He's never celebrated Christmas before, never felt like it as it was a mortal tradition, but this.. was nice.
*I kinda want to bring in my Jane Austin style period typical, extreme empathy, Brahm Stokers-esque, Scottish boi Vampire dude who refuses to drink from anyone or any animal because he can't bare them being hurt.*
"Interesting. They are some of the most dangerous that I've found, especially given their propensity to reproduce. Although I will say they aren't good for utility. I personally prefer creating demons to using undead, but necromancy is an under-utilized craft, and can easily be a beautiful one."
"Honestly? I'm happy you chose to get me anything at all. Even a pair of nice socks would be better than what I got most Christmases."
*Would Riotan care? But it was the R word. I'll actually not use that word in the future, though. It's a nasty one, and I wasn't thinking about how I could potentially trigger anyone here.*
“Oh, most certainly. Necromancy harnesses the most fundamental energies of all the multiverse!”
Mauric takes out a gift bag and hands it to him. “A nice pair of socks is always great, but I tend to wear open toed shoes ‘cause of the claws.”
*…yeah, he would care. He never sexually assaults anyone, and violently murdered Anna’s would-be abuser. Even Evil Has Standards. He’s a hedonist, but that doesn’t make him entirely boundless.*
"True. Have you tried inverted necromancy before? The creation of living beings? Harder to control, but a worthwhile effort for some people. It's different from most conjuration in that you create instead of summoning. Some people call it biomancy, but I think that's categorization for its own sake."
"Yeah, makes sense. I usually wear snow geta." Felix opens it.
*The Abyss hasn't done it either. Actually, it would probably find mortal procreation utterly disgusting now that I think about it. I was wondering how I would deal with that issue morally, given that this is supposed to be an amoral enabler, but I think that would be a line too far.*
“In rare cases, but I find it better to not play God.”
It contains dry, off-white powdery flakes. “These are tarrasque shell shavings. They’re really rare and they add a ton of kick and saltiness to a lot of great dishes! I… I hope you like it. It probably could only be found on like five worlds in the entire Material!”
*well anyway*
“I’ll do what I care to do.”
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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 kinda want to bring in my Jane Austin style period typical, extreme empathy, Brahm Stokers-esque, Scottish boi Vampire dude who refuses to drink from anyone or any animal because he can't bare them being hurt.*
*I kinda want to bring in my Jane Austin style period typical, extreme empathy, Brahm Stokers-esque, Scottish boi Vampire dude who refuses to drink from anyone or any animal because he can't bare them being hurt.*
(that sounds interesting)
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*I kinda want to bring in my Jane Austin style period typical, extreme empathy, Brahm Stokers-esque, Scottish boi Vampire dude who refuses to drink from anyone or any animal because he can't bare them being hurt.*
*Brother, the goth drips from this one.*
*He is a silly boi who just wants to not hurt anyone and read all day.*
*I kinda want to bring in my Jane Austin style period typical, extreme empathy, Brahm Stokers-esque, Scottish boi Vampire dude who refuses to drink from anyone or any animal because he can't bare them being hurt.*
*I kinda want to bring in my Jane Austin style period typical, extreme empathy, Brahm Stokers-esque, Scottish boi Vampire dude who refuses to drink from anyone or any animal because he can't bare them being hurt.*
(that sounds interesting)
*He is silly.*
(I might intro someone as well if I don't get distracted)
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"True. Have you tried inverted necromancy before? The creation of living beings? Harder to control, but a worthwhile effort for some people. It's different from most conjuration in that you create instead of summoning. Some people call it biomancy, but I think that's categorization for its own sake."
"Yeah, makes sense. I usually wear snow geta." Felix opens it.
*The Abyss hasn't done it either. Actually, it would probably find mortal procreation utterly disgusting now that I think about it. I was wondering how I would deal with that issue morally, given that this is supposed to be an amoral enabler, but I think that would be a line too far.*
“In rare cases, but I find it better to not play God.”
It contains dry, off-white powdery flakes. “These are tarrasque shell shavings. They’re really rare and they add a ton of kick and saltiness to a lot of great dishes! I… I hope you like it. It probably could only be found on like five worlds in the entire Material!”
*well anyway*
“I’ll do what I care to do.”
"Understandable. That's a good thing, isn't it? I've met so many students who try that before they're ready. It's a whole Frankenstein situation. Is that reference still relevant?"
His eyes open wide from their usual half-lidded gaze, and his mouth opens slightly, but he doesn't say anything. He looks at it as if he were just given a mountain of gold.
"Not like I could stop you. What's your name, by the way?"
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.
Samaritan sets a plate of conger eels and freshwater eels in front of him. They’re still writhing about on the plate.
“Thank you so much!!!~” He grins widely and begins devouring the critters with relish.
"I know you like them a lot." He said "If you ever want a variety, I go catch some for you."
“You’re so sweet, but I can catch them myself. Thanks for offering though.”
He nods "As you wish."
He looks around for a moment, as if looking for someone, before taking off his mask. The two heads on either side of his middle one disappear into ash. He has inky black skin, it could rival the darkness in caverns below. His eyes are pure white like snow. He has short blonde hair that is cut into a military style. He ruffles his hair and sighs "Been awhile.."
“You’re even more beautiful when I’ve got a complete view of you~” Riotan says dreamily, staring into his eyes.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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 kinda want to bring in my Jane Austin style period typical, extreme empathy, Brahm Stokers-esque, Scottish boi Vampire dude who refuses to drink from anyone or any animal because he can't bare them being hurt.*
(that sounds interesting)
*He is silly.*
(I might intro someone as well if I don't get distracted)
The guilt house, from the looks of it, has fallen into disrepair due to Home breaking free. Home, currently, is having a bit of a an issue adjusting to the reality that he is free and has taken up sitting in the tavern basement because that is all he has ever known. He refuses to take off the mental hospital clothing he has on for years, despite it now growing more dirty by the second.
Loriche is making him some traditional minotaur-style garments, along with minor built-in armor.
He watches her from where he sits, knees to his chest.
She goes over to him and sets down a coarse yet cozy wool tunic and undershirt along with leggings and undergarments. The external garments contain light armor plates along the sleeves and front. “Don’t feel the need to cover up or anything; you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.”
He uncurls himself, still kinda quiet as he nods his head. He slips it on over his clothes and stands up "Thank you.... Sorry.."
“What’re you sorry for?” She smiles at him cheerily. “Need anything else? Any food or drink or anything else?”
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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 kinda want to bring in my Jane Austin style period typical, extreme empathy, Brahm Stokers-esque, Scottish boi Vampire dude who refuses to drink from anyone or any animal because he can't bare them being hurt.*
*Brother, the goth drips from this one.*
*He is a silly boi who just wants to not hurt anyone and read all day.*
*Interesting, Very interesting.*
*I might bring back Cursebutcher. He's pretty gothic too, but not aesthetically.*
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.
Samaritan sets a plate of conger eels and freshwater eels in front of him. They’re still writhing about on the plate.
“Thank you so much!!!~” He grins widely and begins devouring the critters with relish.
"I know you like them a lot." He said "If you ever want a variety, I go catch some for you."
“You’re so sweet, but I can catch them myself. Thanks for offering though.”
He nods "As you wish."
He looks around for a moment, as if looking for someone, before taking off his mask. The two heads on either side of his middle one disappear into ash. He has inky black skin, it could rival the darkness in caverns below. His eyes are pure white like snow. He has short blonde hair that is cut into a military style. He ruffles his hair and sighs "Been awhile.."
“You’re even more beautiful when I’ve got a complete view of you~” Riotan says dreamily, staring into his eyes.
"I am not. Ugly for my kind because I resemble humans, and ugly to the humans because I resemble the devil's. There is no in-between." He said, not in a sad manner, but one that he understands.
The guilt house, from the looks of it, has fallen into disrepair due to Home breaking free. Home, currently, is having a bit of a an issue adjusting to the reality that he is free and has taken up sitting in the tavern basement because that is all he has ever known. He refuses to take off the mental hospital clothing he has on for years, despite it now growing more dirty by the second.
Loriche is making him some traditional minotaur-style garments, along with minor built-in armor.
He watches her from where he sits, knees to his chest.
She goes over to him and sets down a coarse yet cozy wool tunic and undershirt along with leggings and undergarments. The external garments contain light armor plates along the sleeves and front. “Don’t feel the need to cover up or anything; you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.”
He uncurls himself, still kinda quiet as he nods his head. He slips it on over his clothes and stands up "Thank you.... Sorry.."
“What’re you sorry for?” She smiles at him cheerily. “Need anything else? Any food or drink or anything else?”
He shakes his head "I threw up the last stuff I ate, I don't think my stomach can handle it.. but thanks."
*I kinda want to bring in my Jane Austin style period typical, extreme empathy, Brahm Stokers-esque, Scottish boi Vampire dude who refuses to drink from anyone or any animal because he can't bare them being hurt.*
*Brother, the goth drips from this one.*
*He is a silly boi who just wants to not hurt anyone and read all day.*
*Interesting, Very interesting.*
*I might bring back Cursebutcher. He's pretty gothic too, but not aesthetically.*
*Oooh! I loved him honestly. He wasn't here for long but he was fun.*
*Honestly Sable, which is his name, is from Northern Silverscale (which is like DND version of Scotland) but sailed over to this country due to his families ties with sugar cane and they wanted him to actually grow up and become a man. While sailing over, they were struck by a vampire lord who lived out at sea and everyone on the boat was killed except for him. He was shit by the vampire and thrown into the ocean to drown but survived. He arrived at his families mansion and forced everyone to leave so he wouldn't hurt them. He keeps himself locked up inside, starving, but happy because he isn't able to hurt anyone. He drives away people who show up at his doorstep and solicitor's are scared away.*
"True. Have you tried inverted necromancy before? The creation of living beings? Harder to control, but a worthwhile effort for some people. It's different from most conjuration in that you create instead of summoning. Some people call it biomancy, but I think that's categorization for its own sake."
"Yeah, makes sense. I usually wear snow geta." Felix opens it.
*The Abyss hasn't done it either. Actually, it would probably find mortal procreation utterly disgusting now that I think about it. I was wondering how I would deal with that issue morally, given that this is supposed to be an amoral enabler, but I think that would be a line too far.*
“In rare cases, but I find it better to not play God.”
It contains dry, off-white powdery flakes. “These are tarrasque shell shavings. They’re really rare and they add a ton of kick and saltiness to a lot of great dishes! I… I hope you like it. It probably could only be found on like five worlds in the entire Material!”
*well anyway*
“I’ll do what I care to do.”
"Understandable. That's a good thing, isn't it? I've met so many students who try that before they're ready. It's a whole Frankenstein situation. Is that reference still relevant?"
His eyes open wide from their usual half-lidded gaze, and his mouth opens slightly, but he doesn't say anything. He looks at it as if he were just given a mountain of gold.
"Not like I could stop you. What's your name, by the way?"
“It is to me, at least. Earth literature hasn’t disseminated here due to a lack of wide knowledge of spelljamming, though.”
Mauric watches his expression closely. “…is it any good?”
“Riotan. The Ivory Serpent. The Misery Eater.”
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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 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.
Samaritan sets a plate of conger eels and freshwater eels in front of him. They’re still writhing about on the plate.
“Thank you so much!!!~” He grins widely and begins devouring the critters with relish.
"I know you like them a lot." He said "If you ever want a variety, I go catch some for you."
“You’re so sweet, but I can catch them myself. Thanks for offering though.”
He nods "As you wish."
He looks around for a moment, as if looking for someone, before taking off his mask. The two heads on either side of his middle one disappear into ash. He has inky black skin, it could rival the darkness in caverns below. His eyes are pure white like snow. He has short blonde hair that is cut into a military style. He ruffles his hair and sighs "Been awhile.."
“You’re even more beautiful when I’ve got a complete view of you~” Riotan says dreamily, staring into his eyes.
"I am not. Ugly for my kind because I resemble humans, and ugly to the humans because I resemble the devil's. There is no in-between." He said, not in a sad manner, but one that he understands.
“I’m a demon. To me, you just resemble someone who’s hot.”
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
To post a comment, please login or register a new account.
He uncurls himself, still kinda quiet as he nods his head. He slips it on over his clothes and stands up "Thank you.... Sorry.."
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
*okay so I figured out the math for Home. He 'offically' died in 1823. He is 201 years of age.*
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
Samaritan holds them for a moment before sighing. He's never celebrated Christmas before, never felt like it as it was a mortal tradition, but this.. was nice.
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 kinda want to bring in my Jane Austin style period typical, extreme empathy, Brahm Stokers-esque, Scottish boi Vampire dude who refuses to drink from anyone or any animal because he can't bare them being hurt.*
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
“In rare cases, but I find it better to not play God.”
It contains dry, off-white powdery flakes. “These are tarrasque shell shavings. They’re really rare and they add a ton of kick and saltiness to a lot of great dishes! I… I hope you like it. It probably could only be found on like five worlds in the entire Material!”
*well anyway*
“I’ll do what I care to do.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Brother, the goth drips from this one.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(that sounds interesting)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*He is a silly boi who just wants to not hurt anyone and read 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
*He is silly.*
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 might intro someone as well if I don't get distracted)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Understandable. That's a good thing, isn't it? I've met so many students who try that before they're ready. It's a whole Frankenstein situation. Is that reference still relevant?"
His eyes open wide from their usual half-lidded gaze, and his mouth opens slightly, but he doesn't say anything. He looks at it as if he were just given a mountain of gold.
"Not like I could stop you. What's your name, by the way?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“You’re even more beautiful when I’ve got a complete view of you~” Riotan says dreamily, staring into his eyes.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Okie dokie.*
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
“What’re you sorry for?” She smiles at him cheerily. “Need anything else? Any food or drink or anything else?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Interesting, Very interesting.*
*I might bring back Cursebutcher. He's pretty gothic too, but not aesthetically.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I am not. Ugly for my kind because I resemble humans, and ugly to the humans because I resemble the devil's. There is no in-between." He said, not in a sad manner, but one that he understands.
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 "I threw up the last stuff I ate, I don't think my stomach can handle it.. but thanks."
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
*Oooh! I loved him honestly. He wasn't here for long but he was fun.*
*Honestly Sable, which is his name, is from Northern Silverscale (which is like DND version of Scotland) but sailed over to this country due to his families ties with sugar cane and they wanted him to actually grow up and become a man. While sailing over, they were struck by a vampire lord who lived out at sea and everyone on the boat was killed except for him. He was shit by the vampire and thrown into the ocean to drown but survived. He arrived at his families mansion and forced everyone to leave so he wouldn't hurt them. He keeps himself locked up inside, starving, but happy because he isn't able to hurt anyone. He drives away people who show up at his doorstep and solicitor's are scared away.*
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 is to me, at least. Earth literature hasn’t disseminated here due to a lack of wide knowledge of spelljamming, though.”
Mauric watches his expression closely. “…is it any good?”
“Riotan. The Ivory Serpent. The Misery Eater.”
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’m a demon. To me, you just resemble someone who’s hot.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.