Felix nods. "A simple dish. Not a lot that can go wrong, but a lot that can go right."
"Would you like any of.. are you not of the small rodent eating type?" They asked.
"No, I'm good with eating just about anything. Other than people. I'm weird like that." He sits down on a stump. "Not sure if I'll be around to eat it though. I've got about two and a half hours to live right now."
"Oh dear, may I ask what has happened that your life is to be cut so soon?" They tilt their head from side to side.
*Im back in Texas, does anyone want to rp for a little?*
*Sure. What’s the Lone Star State like today?*
*It’s good, woke up at 3am so I’m a little tired. Who you want?*
*Paracelsus and Sanviento*
*Of course, the scholars.*
Paracelsus is in her lab like she always is, working on making a delayed reanimation potion, which functionally would allow people to anticipate and prepare for their own deaths ahead of time.
Sanviento sitting outside of the Inn at his usual table, eating a sandwich and reading one of his books, looking as bored and tired as always.
Thirteen knocks on the door once more, carrying quite a few books and with Caramel on his shoulder.
Riotan is perched on the roof, watching Sanviento for unknown reasons.
Paracelsus opens it, gesturing for them to cover their mouth, her plague mask on “Hello professor, you don’t want to breath in the fumes.”
He looks up to the roof, pushing up his glasses as he notices them before turning back to reading.
He takes out and dons a cloth mask and enters cautiously.
Rio continues to watch Sanviento, eventually leaping down from the roof and standing behind him.
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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.
Thane has been trying to follow Riotan’s advice and become more self indulgent, but he’s not very good at it, always going to help others instead, currently building a home.
Grimes looks to the shadows as if he knows they are watching, or from the look in his eyes, hoping they are watching as they play.
Merabelle turns to them, cleaning off her mouth “Sorry, just havin’ myself a lil meal.” She doesn’t attempt to hide the body.
Sparrow decides to get up and look, going to the one person he can think of for this, spinning Rosemary as he goes to find The Brand.
*Im back in Texas, does anyone want to rp for a little?*
*Sure. What’s the Lone Star State like today?*
*It’s good, woke up at 3am so I’m a little tired. Who you want?*
*Paracelsus and Sanviento*
*Of course, the scholars.*
Paracelsus is in her lab like she always is, working on making a delayed reanimation potion, which functionally would allow people to anticipate and prepare for their own deaths ahead of time.
Sanviento sitting outside of the Inn at his usual table, eating a sandwich and reading one of his books, looking as bored and tired as always.
Thirteen knocks on the door once more, carrying quite a few books and with Caramel on his shoulder.
Riotan is perched on the roof, watching Sanviento for unknown reasons.
Paracelsus opens it, gesturing for them to cover their mouth, her plague mask on “Hello professor, you don’t want to breath in the fumes.”
He looks up to the roof, pushing up his glasses as he notices them before turning back to reading.
He takes out and dons a cloth mask and enters cautiously.
Rio continues to watch Sanviento, eventually leaping down from the roof and standing behind him.
“What brings you here professor?” She asks, closing the door behind them, continuing her work.
Sanviento doesn’t look up, sighing deeply “What the [gp] do you want from me?” He asks, his voice only slightly tinged with annoyance.
Angél is outside, humming as they hunt for some naturally growing root vegetables like wild asparagus, carrots, and mushrooms. The Owlin is not dressed in their chefs uniform but rather a black tank-top to allow their wings to breath freely, a jacket made of some sort of blueish-purple see through material with silver stars dotting it, and a pair of black pants. They gently dig up a carrot, placing it in a basket with other things they've found.
Samaritan is inside his restaurant, dicing up a few apples and throwing them into a bowl with cinnamon and brown sugar. A pie crust sits beside him as well, fitted nearly in a pan.
Eito is wandering serenely through the woods.
Rio knocks on the back kitchen door.
Angél looks up "Oh hello there." They hoot and now their head.
"It's open!" Samaritan bellows.
Eito straightens up and nods at them.
Riotan slips inside, smiling. “You don’t have to shout…”
"How are you this morning?" They ask
"Sorry, didn't want to get the door." He shrugs, smiling.
“Unified and lucid.”
“S’alright.” He sits down beside Samaritan. “Whatcha making?”
"That is good I suppose." They nod and fluff their wings.
"Apple pie." He shrugs "Nothing special."
“What compelled you to come here?”
“Aww, it’s special if you make it.” Rio smiles widely.
"There is a large selection of different species here. I originally came here for that but I also noticed that there is also many types of different folks here as well."
"(GP), is not." He chuckles and boops Riotan.
“True. The forest has many blessings.”
Rio giggles and nips at his finger.
"Indeed. I am trying to find some good stewing vegetables." They said, smiling.
Samaritan chuckles and throws an apple at him "Pest.'
“Perhaps I could aid you in such a task.”
Rio catches the apple in his mouth and swallows it whole.
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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.
Thane has been trying to follow Riotan’s advice and become more self indulgent, but he’s not very good at it, always going to help others instead, currently building a home.
Grimes looks to the shadows as if he knows they are watching, or from the look in his eyes, hoping they are watching as they play.
Merabelle turns to them, cleaning off her mouth “Sorry, just havin’ myself a lil meal.” She doesn’t attempt to hide the body.
Sparrow decides to get up and look, going to the one person he can think of for this, spinning Rosemary as he goes to find The Brand.
Arthur raises a brow "Howdy Thane, what's going on here?"
He hears a voice in his ear "if that own tries to lay an arm around you again, I will rip him to shreds right now." TH grumbles.
"No no, it's fine." He said "Just want to make sure you are alright."
He can't seem to find her or The Brand anywhere, both gone without a trace.
Angél is outside, humming as they hunt for some naturally growing root vegetables like wild asparagus, carrots, and mushrooms. The Owlin is not dressed in their chefs uniform but rather a black tank-top to allow their wings to breath freely, a jacket made of some sort of blueish-purple see through material with silver stars dotting it, and a pair of black pants. They gently dig up a carrot, placing it in a basket with other things they've found.
Samaritan is inside his restaurant, dicing up a few apples and throwing them into a bowl with cinnamon and brown sugar. A pie crust sits beside him as well, fitted nearly in a pan.
Eito is wandering serenely through the woods.
Rio knocks on the back kitchen door.
Angél looks up "Oh hello there." They hoot and now their head.
"It's open!" Samaritan bellows.
Eito straightens up and nods at them.
Riotan slips inside, smiling. “You don’t have to shout…”
"How are you this morning?" They ask
"Sorry, didn't want to get the door." He shrugs, smiling.
“Unified and lucid.”
“S’alright.” He sits down beside Samaritan. “Whatcha making?”
"That is good I suppose." They nod and fluff their wings.
"Apple pie." He shrugs "Nothing special."
“What compelled you to come here?”
“Aww, it’s special if you make it.” Rio smiles widely.
"There is a large selection of different species here. I originally came here for that but I also noticed that there is also many types of different folks here as well."
"(GP), is not." He chuckles and boops Riotan.
“True. The forest has many blessings.”
Rio giggles and nips at his finger.
"Indeed. I am trying to find some good stewing vegetables." They said, smiling.
Samaritan chuckles and throws an apple at him "Pest.'
“Perhaps I could aid you in such a task.”
Rio catches the apple in his mouth and swallows it whole.
"That would be of some help, yes." They said, beaming "Thank you every much."
Samaritan cracks up, laughing a bit "Dear Lords above and below, I forgot snakes could do that."
*Im back in Texas, does anyone want to rp for a little?*
*Sure. What’s the Lone Star State like today?*
*It’s good, woke up at 3am so I’m a little tired. Who you want?*
*Paracelsus and Sanviento*
*Of course, the scholars.*
Paracelsus is in her lab like she always is, working on making a delayed reanimation potion, which functionally would allow people to anticipate and prepare for their own deaths ahead of time.
Sanviento sitting outside of the Inn at his usual table, eating a sandwich and reading one of his books, looking as bored and tired as always.
Thirteen knocks on the door once more, carrying quite a few books and with Caramel on his shoulder.
Riotan is perched on the roof, watching Sanviento for unknown reasons.
Paracelsus opens it, gesturing for them to cover their mouth, her plague mask on “Hello professor, you don’t want to breath in the fumes.”
He looks up to the roof, pushing up his glasses as he notices them before turning back to reading.
He takes out and dons a cloth mask and enters cautiously.
Rio continues to watch Sanviento, eventually leaping down from the roof and standing behind him.
“What brings you here professor?” She asks, closing the door behind them, continuing her work.
Sanviento doesn’t look up, sighing deeply “What the [gp] do you want from me?” He asks, his voice only slightly tinged with annoyance.
“Well, I was wondering if I could teach you your first real necromancy spell, but you’re clearly busy.”
“You’re that tiefling’s brother, ain’tcha?”
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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.
Thane has been trying to follow Riotan’s advice and become more self indulgent, but he’s not very good at it, always going to help others instead, currently building a home.
Grimes looks to the shadows as if he knows they are watching, or from the look in his eyes, hoping they are watching as they play.
Merabelle turns to them, cleaning off her mouth “Sorry, just havin’ myself a lil meal.” She doesn’t attempt to hide the body.
Sparrow decides to get up and look, going to the one person he can think of for this, spinning Rosemary as he goes to find The Brand.
Arthur raises a brow "Howdy Thane, what's going on here?"
He hears a voice in his ear "if that own tries to lay an arm around you again, I will rip him to shreds right now." TH grumbles.
"No no, it's fine." He said "Just want to make sure you are alright."
He can't seem to find her or The Brand anywhere, both gone without a trace.
He looks up from what he’s doing, turning to them “Howdy Arthur, just buildin’ some homes fer people who ain’t got none.”
Grimes whispers back while the others are going “Please don’t, somebodies gonna have ta clean up all that blood.”
She smiles, picking up the remains of the body and putting it in her satchel “Oh I’m alright, just hungry all always.”
He curses under his breath and looks around town for anything that could lead him to the two of them.
Angél is outside, humming as they hunt for some naturally growing root vegetables like wild asparagus, carrots, and mushrooms. The Owlin is not dressed in their chefs uniform but rather a black tank-top to allow their wings to breath freely, a jacket made of some sort of blueish-purple see through material with silver stars dotting it, and a pair of black pants. They gently dig up a carrot, placing it in a basket with other things they've found.
Samaritan is inside his restaurant, dicing up a few apples and throwing them into a bowl with cinnamon and brown sugar. A pie crust sits beside him as well, fitted nearly in a pan.
Eito is wandering serenely through the woods.
Rio knocks on the back kitchen door.
Angél looks up "Oh hello there." They hoot and now their head.
"It's open!" Samaritan bellows.
Eito straightens up and nods at them.
Riotan slips inside, smiling. “You don’t have to shout…”
"How are you this morning?" They ask
"Sorry, didn't want to get the door." He shrugs, smiling.
“Unified and lucid.”
“S’alright.” He sits down beside Samaritan. “Whatcha making?”
"That is good I suppose." They nod and fluff their wings.
"Apple pie." He shrugs "Nothing special."
“What compelled you to come here?”
“Aww, it’s special if you make it.” Rio smiles widely.
"There is a large selection of different species here. I originally came here for that but I also noticed that there is also many types of different folks here as well."
"(GP), is not." He chuckles and boops Riotan.
“True. The forest has many blessings.”
Rio giggles and nips at his finger.
"Indeed. I am trying to find some good stewing vegetables." They said, smiling.
Samaritan chuckles and throws an apple at him "Pest.'
“Perhaps I could aid you in such a task.”
Rio catches the apple in his mouth and swallows it whole.
"That would be of some help, yes." They said, beaming "Thank you every much."
Samaritan cracks up, laughing a bit "Dear Lords above and below, I forgot snakes could do that."
Eito begins scanning the forest floor for desirable plants.
*Im back in Texas, does anyone want to rp for a little?*
*Sure. What’s the Lone Star State like today?*
*It’s good, woke up at 3am so I’m a little tired. Who you want?*
*Paracelsus and Sanviento*
*Of course, the scholars.*
Paracelsus is in her lab like she always is, working on making a delayed reanimation potion, which functionally would allow people to anticipate and prepare for their own deaths ahead of time.
Sanviento sitting outside of the Inn at his usual table, eating a sandwich and reading one of his books, looking as bored and tired as always.
Thirteen knocks on the door once more, carrying quite a few books and with Caramel on his shoulder.
Riotan is perched on the roof, watching Sanviento for unknown reasons.
Paracelsus opens it, gesturing for them to cover their mouth, her plague mask on “Hello professor, you don’t want to breath in the fumes.”
He looks up to the roof, pushing up his glasses as he notices them before turning back to reading.
He takes out and dons a cloth mask and enters cautiously.
Rio continues to watch Sanviento, eventually leaping down from the roof and standing behind him.
“What brings you here professor?” She asks, closing the door behind them, continuing her work.
Sanviento doesn’t look up, sighing deeply “What the [gp] do you want from me?” He asks, his voice only slightly tinged with annoyance.
“Well, I was wondering if I could teach you your first real necromancy spell, but you’re clearly busy.”
“You’re that tiefling’s brother, ain’tcha?”
“Oh, no I’ve just been doing my research on how to create spell effects without casting them.” She explains what the potion is meant to do.
“Damian? I’m an Aasimar, where would you get that idea from?”
“I just wanted to tell you how much good you’ve done. I… you made mistakes, but… so does everyone. I don’t know how long this’ll last, and I’m sorry this is happening. But I’ll miss you so much.”
He snuggles a bit closer into Mauric. "Thanks man. I was a bit worried about all of that. I think I'll move on to a decent afterlife. What do you think?"
Thane has been trying to follow Riotan’s advice and become more self indulgent, but he’s not very good at it, always going to help others instead, currently building a home.
Grimes looks to the shadows as if he knows they are watching, or from the look in his eyes, hoping they are watching as they play.
Merabelle turns to them, cleaning off her mouth “Sorry, just havin’ myself a lil meal.” She doesn’t attempt to hide the body.
Sparrow decides to get up and look, going to the one person he can think of for this, spinning Rosemary as he goes to find The Brand.
Arthur raises a brow "Howdy Thane, what's going on here?"
He hears a voice in his ear "if that own tries to lay an arm around you again, I will rip him to shreds right now." TH grumbles.
"No no, it's fine." He said "Just want to make sure you are alright."
He can't seem to find her or The Brand anywhere, both gone without a trace.
He looks up from what he’s doing, turning to them “Howdy Arthur, just buildin’ some homes fer people who ain’t got none.”
Grimes whispers back while the others are going “Please don’t, somebodies gonna have ta clean up all that blood.”
She smiles, picking up the remains of the body and putting it in her satchel “Oh I’m alright, just hungry all always.”
He curses under his breath and looks around town for anything that could lead him to the two of them.
"Very generous of ya." He beams "Here I made ya something fer your kid." He produces a bunch of toys that are a little bigger than a normal child's toys.
"Mn.." he grumbles, becoming quiet.
"Want to get something to eat?" He offers, tilting his head.
Angél is outside, humming as they hunt for some naturally growing root vegetables like wild asparagus, carrots, and mushrooms. The Owlin is not dressed in their chefs uniform but rather a black tank-top to allow their wings to breath freely, a jacket made of some sort of blueish-purple see through material with silver stars dotting it, and a pair of black pants. They gently dig up a carrot, placing it in a basket with other things they've found.
Samaritan is inside his restaurant, dicing up a few apples and throwing them into a bowl with cinnamon and brown sugar. A pie crust sits beside him as well, fitted nearly in a pan.
Eito is wandering serenely through the woods.
Rio knocks on the back kitchen door.
Angél looks up "Oh hello there." They hoot and now their head.
"It's open!" Samaritan bellows.
Eito straightens up and nods at them.
Riotan slips inside, smiling. “You don’t have to shout…”
"How are you this morning?" They ask
"Sorry, didn't want to get the door." He shrugs, smiling.
“Unified and lucid.”
“S’alright.” He sits down beside Samaritan. “Whatcha making?”
"That is good I suppose." They nod and fluff their wings.
"Apple pie." He shrugs "Nothing special."
“What compelled you to come here?”
“Aww, it’s special if you make it.” Rio smiles widely.
"There is a large selection of different species here. I originally came here for that but I also noticed that there is also many types of different folks here as well."
"(GP), is not." He chuckles and boops Riotan.
“True. The forest has many blessings.”
Rio giggles and nips at his finger.
"Indeed. I am trying to find some good stewing vegetables." They said, smiling.
Samaritan chuckles and throws an apple at him "Pest.'
“Perhaps I could aid you in such a task.”
Rio catches the apple in his mouth and swallows it whole.
"That would be of some help, yes." They said, beaming "Thank you every much."
Samaritan cracks up, laughing a bit "Dear Lords above and below, I forgot snakes could do that."
Eito begins scanning the forest floor for desirable plants.
“How could you ever forget something like that?”
Angél is digging up some sort of vegetable from the ground, humming contently. There appears to be a number of mushrooms over by the base of a tree.
"Because I can't believe it until I actually see it." He says
"No, I'm good with eating just about anything. Other than people. I'm weird like that." He sits down on a stump. "Not sure if I'll be around to eat it though. I've got about two and a half hours to live right now."
"Oh dear, may I ask what has happened that your life is to be cut so soon?" They tilt their head from side to side.
"Some shinigami had been torturing me for a while decided I should die after I called him out for it. Haven't seen him in a while."
"No, I'm good with eating just about anything. Other than people. I'm weird like that." He sits down on a stump. "Not sure if I'll be around to eat it though. I've got about two and a half hours to live right now."
"Oh dear, may I ask what has happened that your life is to be cut so soon?" They tilt their head from side to side.
"Some shinigami had been torturing me for a while decided I should die after I called him out for it. Haven't seen him in a while."
"That is.. unfair. That is how rebellions begin, by silencing those who say that you are wrong." Angél replies, thinking "A shinigami. A spirit of death.." they muse "they have their own realms and their own laws. If the one that is after you is doing it because they felt you slighted it, that is against their laws..."
Thane has been trying to follow Riotan’s advice and become more self indulgent, but he’s not very good at it, always going to help others instead, currently building a home.
Grimes looks to the shadows as if he knows they are watching, or from the look in his eyes, hoping they are watching as they play.
Merabelle turns to them, cleaning off her mouth “Sorry, just havin’ myself a lil meal.” She doesn’t attempt to hide the body.
Sparrow decides to get up and look, going to the one person he can think of for this, spinning Rosemary as he goes to find The Brand.
Arthur raises a brow "Howdy Thane, what's going on here?"
He hears a voice in his ear "if that own tries to lay an arm around you again, I will rip him to shreds right now." TH grumbles.
"No no, it's fine." He said "Just want to make sure you are alright."
He can't seem to find her or The Brand anywhere, both gone without a trace.
He looks up from what he’s doing, turning to them “Howdy Arthur, just buildin’ some homes fer people who ain’t got none.”
Grimes whispers back while the others are going “Please don’t, somebodies gonna have ta clean up all that blood.”
She smiles, picking up the remains of the body and putting it in her satchel “Oh I’m alright, just hungry all always.”
He curses under his breath and looks around town for anything that could lead him to the two of them.
"Very generous of ya." He beams "Here I made ya something fer your kid." He produces a bunch of toys that are a little bigger than a normal child's toys.
"Mn.." he grumbles, becoming quiet.
"Want to get something to eat?" He offers, tilting his head.
There doesn't seem to be anything of note.
He looks to the toys with surprise, getting up to hug them tightly “They’ll love ‘em, thank ya Arthur.” He pats his shoulder.
After a few more games, he heads out of the bar, and into the forest, waiting for them to reveal themselves.
She smiles, tucking her hair behind her ears “Consider it a date.” She rolls her shoulders.
(Well crap,) He walks back to his camp, and makes a choice he never thought he would have to. He goes through the portal to ask his sisters for help.
*Im back in Texas, does anyone want to rp for a little?*
*Sure. What’s the Lone Star State like today?*
*It’s good, woke up at 3am so I’m a little tired. Who you want?*
*Paracelsus and Sanviento*
*Of course, the scholars.*
Paracelsus is in her lab like she always is, working on making a delayed reanimation potion, which functionally would allow people to anticipate and prepare for their own deaths ahead of time.
Sanviento sitting outside of the Inn at his usual table, eating a sandwich and reading one of his books, looking as bored and tired as always.
Thirteen knocks on the door once more, carrying quite a few books and with Caramel on his shoulder.
Riotan is perched on the roof, watching Sanviento for unknown reasons.
Paracelsus opens it, gesturing for them to cover their mouth, her plague mask on “Hello professor, you don’t want to breath in the fumes.”
He looks up to the roof, pushing up his glasses as he notices them before turning back to reading.
He takes out and dons a cloth mask and enters cautiously.
Rio continues to watch Sanviento, eventually leaping down from the roof and standing behind him.
“What brings you here professor?” She asks, closing the door behind them, continuing her work.
Sanviento doesn’t look up, sighing deeply “What the [gp] do you want from me?” He asks, his voice only slightly tinged with annoyance.
“Well, I was wondering if I could teach you your first real necromancy spell, but you’re clearly busy.”
“You’re that tiefling’s brother, ain’tcha?”
“Oh, no I’ve just been doing my research on how to create spell effects without casting them.” She explains what the potion is meant to do.
“Damian? I’m an Aasimar, where would you get that idea from?”
“Hm. Intriguing. And has it yielded progress?”
“I’m observant.”
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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.
“I just wanted to tell you how much good you’ve done. I… you made mistakes, but… so does everyone. I don’t know how long this’ll last, and I’m sorry this is happening. But I’ll miss you so much.”
He snuggles a bit closer into Mauric. "Thanks man. I was a bit worried about all of that. I think I'll move on to a decent afterlife. What do you think?"
“I hope so. But we’ll get you back. You’re not off the hook that easy!” Mauric chuckles, sniffling slightly.
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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.
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"Oh dear, may I ask what has happened that your life is to be cut so soon?" They tilt their head from side to side.
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 takes out and dons a cloth mask and enters cautiously.
Rio continues to watch Sanviento, eventually leaping down from the roof and standing behind 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.
*Cut for Wendi.*
Thane has been trying to follow Riotan’s advice and become more self indulgent, but he’s not very good at it, always going to help others instead, currently building a home.
Grimes looks to the shadows as if he knows they are watching, or from the look in his eyes, hoping they are watching as they play.
Merabelle turns to them, cleaning off her mouth “Sorry, just havin’ myself a lil meal.” She doesn’t attempt to hide the body.
Sparrow decides to get up and look, going to the one person he can think of for this, spinning Rosemary as he goes to find The Brand.
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)
“What brings you here professor?” She asks, closing the door behind them, continuing her work.
Sanviento doesn’t look up, sighing deeply “What the [gp] do you want from me?” He asks, his voice only slightly tinged with annoyance.
“Perhaps I could aid you in such a task.”
Rio catches the apple in his mouth and swallows it whole.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Arthur raises a brow "Howdy Thane, what's going on here?"
He hears a voice in his ear "if that own tries to lay an arm around you again, I will rip him to shreds right now." TH grumbles.
"No no, it's fine." He said "Just want to make sure you are alright."
He can't seem to find her or The Brand anywhere, both gone without a trace.
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
"That would be of some help, yes." They said, beaming "Thank you every much."
Samaritan cracks up, laughing a bit "Dear Lords above and below, I forgot snakes could do that."
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
“Well, I was wondering if I could teach you your first real necromancy spell, but you’re clearly busy.”
“You’re that tiefling’s brother, ain’tcha?”
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 looks up from what he’s doing, turning to them “Howdy Arthur, just buildin’ some homes fer people who ain’t got none.”
Grimes whispers back while the others are going “Please don’t, somebodies gonna have ta clean up all that blood.”
She smiles, picking up the remains of the body and putting it in her satchel “Oh I’m alright, just hungry all always.”
He curses under his breath and looks around town for anything that could lead him to the two of them.
Eito begins scanning the forest floor for desirable plants.
“How could you ever forget something like that?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh, no I’ve just been doing my research on how to create spell effects without casting them.” She explains what the potion is meant to do.
“Damian? I’m an Aasimar, where would you get that idea from?”
He snuggles a bit closer into Mauric. "Thanks man. I was a bit worried about all of that. I think I'll move on to a decent afterlife. What do you think?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Very generous of ya." He beams "Here I made ya something fer your kid." He produces a bunch of toys that are a little bigger than a normal child's toys.
"Mn.." he grumbles, becoming quiet.
"Want to get something to eat?" He offers, tilting his head.
There doesn't seem to be anything of note.
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
Angél is digging up some sort of vegetable from the ground, humming contently. There appears to be a number of mushrooms over by the base of a tree.
"Because I can't believe it until I actually see it." He says
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
"Some shinigami had been torturing me for a while decided I should die after I called him out for it. Haven't seen him in a while."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"That is.. unfair. That is how rebellions begin, by silencing those who say that you are wrong." Angél replies, thinking "A shinigami. A spirit of death.." they muse "they have their own realms and their own laws. If the one that is after you is doing it because they felt you slighted it, that is against their laws..."
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 to the toys with surprise, getting up to hug them tightly “They’ll love ‘em, thank ya Arthur.” He pats his shoulder.
After a few more games, he heads out of the bar, and into the forest, waiting for them to reveal themselves.
She smiles, tucking her hair behind her ears “Consider it a date.” She rolls her shoulders.
(Well crap,) He walks back to his camp, and makes a choice he never thought he would have to. He goes through the portal to ask his sisters for help.
“Hm. Intriguing. And has it yielded progress?”
“I’m observant.”
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 hope so. But we’ll get you back. You’re not off the hook that easy!” Mauric chuckles, sniffling slightly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.