*I mean, I would have to say both of those are wrong given the current year. Though they aren’t bad guesses. Good to see you both.*
*Yay :D*
*How’re ya doin? Wanna rp?*
*Y e s.*
*Who might you want me dearest chum.*
*I suppose anyone you feel will do.*
*Then here you go.*
Sparrow has broken free from his chains, his body broken and bloody, the cuffs still attached to his arms as he stumbles around the castle, looking to cave the Brand’s face in with his bare hands if that’s what it takes.
The Faceless Merchant is seemingly holding something strangely familiar to Allison, eerily so. He has his cloak up, and isn’t saying anything like always as he looks down to the mask in his hands.
The Brand is in the main chamber, Stroth and him are in a battle that would be stunning if it weren't so bloody. The two are cut up horribly, bearing wounds of every kind.
Allison is wandering around the market, humming to herself as she peruses the stalls.
Sparrow pushes open the main chamber door weakly, stripped of his weapons and much else, he fights with no armor, no nothing. He coughs up blood before pointing to the Brand, shouting “Hey ya [gp]! You an’ me, right now!” He holds up his bloodied fists.
The Faceless Merchant calls them over “Ma’am, I believe I have something that belongs to your spouse if I am not mistaken.”
*I mean, I would have to say both of those are wrong given the current year. Though they aren’t bad guesses. Good to see you both.*
*dagnabbit*
*Ya win some ya lose some lil bro, how you doin? Wanna rp?*
*I’m good. They keep injecting aubergine in my back. And sure, I’d love to rp*
*Who would you like my dear friend, if you would like anyone specific.*
*i don’t really have any preference*
*Okay :3*
The Duchess is seemingly eating herself, strips of her flesh missing as blood stains her mouth. The wounds can be seen visible healing though, a soft smile on her face as they do, the crimson mist resting around her.
Henry is back meditating in the forest, or maybe it isn’t Henry, there is a lot more blood around him, along with flesh, intestines, even some nearby corpses. Maybe this is someone else.
Rio is attracted by the odor of blood and heads over.
Suhou is roaming the woods absently and moves toward Henry cautiously.
She turns to Rio, smiling softly at them, pouring them a glass of blood wine, the odor of a curse mixing with the smell of blood “Hello there good sir.” She says, surprisingly well mannered.
Henry doesn’t move at first, before taking in a deep breath and disappearing. Suddenly there is a blade to Suhou’s throat.
“Hi!” He grabs the glass and tosses it in his mouth, crunching it up and swallowing it. “Thanks for that.”
The small animalistic water spirit recoils in fright, pressing itself against the ground.
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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.
Franz is building a safe but open little area to hold his shows, with hand-painted signs depicting him working on construction (the only change to his outfit in the little cartoon is a hard hat), asking people to pardon his dust, informing them that shows will resume soon, and of course, the "no hit zone" sign, which lacks the usual vibrant colors and friendly art style. Franz is currently taking a break to eat an apple, apparently the only item in his lunch box.
Azabell is following him around like a mutated puppy, not doing much but watching like a freaky living security camera.
Franz has been taking the time to teach it about every item he can, and how you need to be careful around them. Nails, wooden beams, metal brackets, whatever, feeding it after every lesson when it can repeat the basics back to him. It's apparent why he only has an apple for himself.
Franz is building a safe but open little area to hold his shows, with hand-painted signs depicting him working on construction (the only change to his outfit in the little cartoon is a hard hat), asking people to pardon his dust, informing them that shows will resume soon, and of course, the "no hit zone" sign, which lacks the usual vibrant colors and friendly art style. Franz is currently taking a break to eat an apple, apparently the only item in his lunch box.
*I mean, I would have to say both of those are wrong given the current year. Though they aren’t bad guesses. Good to see you both.*
*dagnabbit*
*Ya win some ya lose some lil bro, how you doin? Wanna rp?*
*I’m good. They keep injecting aubergine in my back. And sure, I’d love to rp*
*Who would you like my dear friend, if you would like anyone specific.*
*i don’t really have any preference*
*Okay :3*
The Duchess is seemingly eating herself, strips of her flesh missing as blood stains her mouth. The wounds can be seen visible healing though, a soft smile on her face as they do, the crimson mist resting around her.
Henry is back meditating in the forest, or maybe it isn’t Henry, there is a lot more blood around him, along with flesh, intestines, even some nearby corpses. Maybe this is someone else.
Rio is attracted by the odor of blood and heads over.
Suhou is roaming the woods absently and moves toward Henry cautiously.
She turns to Rio, smiling softly at them, pouring them a glass of blood wine, the odor of a curse mixing with the smell of blood “Hello there good sir.” She says, surprisingly well mannered.
Henry doesn’t move at first, before taking in a deep breath and disappearing. Suddenly there is a blade to Suhou’s throat.
“Hi!” He grabs the glass and tosses it in his mouth, crunching it up and swallowing it. “Thanks for that.”
The small animalistic water spirit recoils in fright, pressing itself against the ground.
She raises an eyebrow, a bemused chuckle escaping her throat “Hmm, how interesting.” The wine inside was deeply cursed, though unable to effect him.
The Hunter sheaths his blade, his voice mostly the same except for a slight tenge of insanity within “It’s rude to sneak up on people.”
Franz is building a safe but open little area to hold his shows, with hand-painted signs depicting him working on construction (the only change to his outfit in the little cartoon is a hard hat), asking people to pardon his dust, informing them that shows will resume soon, and of course, the "no hit zone" sign, which lacks the usual vibrant colors and friendly art style. Franz is currently taking a break to eat an apple, apparently the only item in his lunch box.
Rio strides over, looking around.
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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 mean, I would have to say both of those are wrong given the current year. Though they aren’t bad guesses. Good to see you both.*
*dagnabbit*
*Ya win some ya lose some lil bro, how you doin? Wanna rp?*
*I’m good. They keep injecting aubergine in my back. And sure, I’d love to rp*
*Who would you like my dear friend, if you would like anyone specific.*
*i don’t really have any preference*
*Okay :3*
The Duchess is seemingly eating herself, strips of her flesh missing as blood stains her mouth. The wounds can be seen visible healing though, a soft smile on her face as they do, the crimson mist resting around her.
Henry is back meditating in the forest, or maybe it isn’t Henry, there is a lot more blood around him, along with flesh, intestines, even some nearby corpses. Maybe this is someone else.
Rio is attracted by the odor of blood and heads over.
Suhou is roaming the woods absently and moves toward Henry cautiously.
She turns to Rio, smiling softly at them, pouring them a glass of blood wine, the odor of a curse mixing with the smell of blood “Hello there good sir.” She says, surprisingly well mannered.
Henry doesn’t move at first, before taking in a deep breath and disappearing. Suddenly there is a blade to Suhou’s throat.
“Hi!” He grabs the glass and tosses it in his mouth, crunching it up and swallowing it. “Thanks for that.”
The small animalistic water spirit recoils in fright, pressing itself against the ground.
She raises an eyebrow, a bemused chuckle escaping her throat “Hmm, how interesting.” The wine inside was deeply cursed, though unable to effect him.
The Hunter sheaths his blade, his voice mostly the same except for a slight tenge of insanity within “It’s rude to sneak up on people.”
“Agreed. I’m very interesting.”
I m-meant no harm…
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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.
She licks her many sharp canines “Very much so.” She chuckles, pouring herself another glass, draining it slowly “Who might you be?”
“Doing that is a wise way to get yourself killed.” He sits back down “And a hunter moves with instinct alone. For your sake and mine, don’t do it again.”
*I mean, I would have to say both of those are wrong given the current year. Though they aren’t bad guesses. Good to see you both.*
*Yay :D*
*How’re ya doin? Wanna rp?*
*Y e s.*
*Who might you want me dearest chum.*
*I suppose anyone you feel will do.*
*Then here you go.*
Sparrow has broken free from his chains, his body broken and bloody, the cuffs still attached to his arms as he stumbles around the castle, looking to cave the Brand’s face in with his bare hands if that’s what it takes.
The Faceless Merchant is seemingly holding something strangely familiar to Allison, eerily so. He has his cloak up, and isn’t saying anything like always as he looks down to the mask in his hands.
The Brand is in the main chamber, Stroth and him are in a battle that would be stunning if it weren't so bloody. The two are cut up horribly, bearing wounds of every kind.
Allison is wandering around the market, humming to herself as she peruses the stalls.
Sparrow pushes open the main chamber door weakly, stripped of his weapons and much else, he fights with no armor, no nothing. He coughs up blood before pointing to the Brand, shouting “Hey ya [gp]! You an’ me, right now!” He holds up his bloodied fists.
The Faceless Merchant calls them over “Ma’am, I believe I have something that belongs to your spouse if I am not mistaken.”
Brand sighs and fixes his jacket as Stroth tries to bury a blade in his shoulder but gets knocked aside "I am getting tired of you bugs.."
Franz is building a safe but open little area to hold his shows, with hand-painted signs depicting him working on construction (the only change to his outfit in the little cartoon is a hard hat), asking people to pardon his dust, informing them that shows will resume soon, and of course, the "no hit zone" sign, which lacks the usual vibrant colors and friendly art style. Franz is currently taking a break to eat an apple, apparently the only item in his lunch box.
Rio strides over, looking around.
It's not painted yet, but it seems to be something like a crude studio set with supports for a non-existent roof, made primarily out of wood and plush fabrics. Piles of beanbag chairs lie in wait to be added in.
"Careful, neighbor." Comes Franz's slow, calm, instructive voice. "Construction sites can be real dangerous. Watch your step, and wear a hard hat. There should be a stack nearby. Can you see them?"
“Are ya [gp]in’ afraid of fist fightin’ me like a man [gp] would? We’re in your territory, an’ I’m weakened, doesn’t get much easier than that.” He says, spitting blood in the ground.
He holds up Rowan’s Jester Mask, once broken, now repaired and leaking black bile, the Merchant smiling wide.
Franz is building a safe but open little area to hold his shows, with hand-painted signs depicting him working on construction (the only change to his outfit in the little cartoon is a hard hat), asking people to pardon his dust, informing them that shows will resume soon, and of course, the "no hit zone" sign, which lacks the usual vibrant colors and friendly art style. Franz is currently taking a break to eat an apple, apparently the only item in his lunch box.
Azabell is following him around like a mutated puppy, not doing much but watching like a freaky living security camera.
Franz has been taking the time to teach it about every item he can, and how you need to be careful around them. Nails, wooden beams, metal brackets, whatever, feeding it after every lesson when it can repeat the basics back to him. It's apparent why he only has an apple for himself.
Azabell seems to try and actually do something to help but it seems to not understand how it works and ends up building a weird wood thing.
Franz has been taking the time to teach it about every item he can, and how you need to be careful around them. Nails, wooden beams, metal brackets, whatever, feeding it after every lesson when it can repeat the basics back to him. It's apparent why he only has an apple for himself.
Azabell seems to try and actually do something to help but it seems to not understand how it works and ends up building a weird wood thing.
"Hey, friend, what are you making over there? It looks very interesting." He moves to get a closer look, moving slowly and gently to make it clear that he could be stopped at any time.
“Are ya [gp]in’ afraid of fist fightin’ me like a man [gp] would? We’re in your territory, an’ I’m weakened, doesn’t get much easier than that.” He says, spitting blood in the ground.
He holds up Rowan’s Jester Mask, once broken, now repaired and leaking black bile, the Merchant smiling wide.
He rolls his eyes behind his mask, taking the cloth and pulling it off. His body begins to bubble and rupture with black liquid, exploding and becoming huge before them both.
Allison holds it, her face black, devoid of emotion.
Franz has been taking the time to teach it about every item he can, and how you need to be careful around them. Nails, wooden beams, metal brackets, whatever, feeding it after every lesson when it can repeat the basics back to him. It's apparent why he only has an apple for himself.
Azabell seems to try and actually do something to help but it seems to not understand how it works and ends up building a weird wood thing.
"Hey, friend, what are you making over there? It looks very interesting." He moves to get a closer look, moving slowly and gently to make it clear that he could be stopped at any time.
"I have no idea.." It says, holding up the wood amalgamation "Looks.. different than the rest."
“Are ya [gp]in’ afraid of fist fightin’ me like a man [gp] would? We’re in your territory, an’ I’m weakened, doesn’t get much easier than that.” He says, spitting blood in the ground.
He holds up Rowan’s Jester Mask, once broken, now repaired and leaking black bile, the Merchant smiling wide.
He rolls his eyes behind his mask, taking the cloth and pulling it off. His body begins to bubble and rupture with black liquid, exploding and becoming huge before them both.
Allison holds it, her face black, devoid of emotion.
He holds his stance, turning to Stroth “Ya not too hurt are ya?” He asks, concerned about her more than anything else as he prepares himself to fist fight a demon twice his size. Stroth can tell he’s nervous.
He chuckles “So, I would assume I’m correct in my assumption. Could you return that to Rowan?”
“Are ya [gp]in’ afraid of fist fightin’ me like a man [gp] would? We’re in your territory, an’ I’m weakened, doesn’t get much easier than that.” He says, spitting blood in the ground.
He holds up Rowan’s Jester Mask, once broken, now repaired and leaking black bile, the Merchant smiling wide.
He rolls his eyes behind his mask, taking the cloth and pulling it off. His body begins to bubble and rupture with black liquid, exploding and becoming huge before them both.
Allison holds it, her face black, devoid of emotion.
He holds his stance, turning to Stroth “Ya not too hurt are ya?” He asks, concerned about her more than anything else as he prepares himself to fist fight a demon twice his size. Stroth can tell he’s nervous.
He chuckles “So, I would assume I’m correct in my assumption. Could you return that to Rowan?”
She nods and runs over to him. But then she is grabbed before she can make it to him "Pathetic (GP)" and suddenly, Stroth is ripped into half. She looks stunned for a moment, blood getting caught in her throat. He throws her to the ground, beside Sparrow. "You witch, you horrible creature. You deserve to die. But knowing you, you'll hide like a fox in a new body... Perhaps I should keep your husband so you can continually come to me and I can rip you to shreds.."
She sets it down and smiles politely "Sorry dear, I cannot do that."
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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
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Sparrow pushes open the main chamber door weakly, stripped of his weapons and much else, he fights with no armor, no nothing. He coughs up blood before pointing to the Brand, shouting “Hey ya [gp]! You an’ me, right now!” He holds up his bloodied fists.
The Faceless Merchant calls them over “Ma’am, I believe I have something that belongs to your spouse if I am not mistaken.”
“Hi!” He grabs the glass and tosses it in his mouth, crunching it up and swallowing it. “Thanks for that.”
The small animalistic water spirit recoils in fright, pressing itself against the ground.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Franz has been taking the time to teach it about every item he can, and how you need to be careful around them. Nails, wooden beams, metal brackets, whatever, feeding it after every lesson when it can repeat the basics back to him. It's apparent why he only has an apple for himself.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*This is for everyone, by the way.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Always. But don’t think you should take any time to cook something for me. You’re doing your own thing, and I don’t mean to interrupt.”
“Hm. Curious.”
She gets to her feet, stretching. “Well, anyway…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She raises an eyebrow, a bemused chuckle escaping her throat “Hmm, how interesting.” The wine inside was deeply cursed, though unable to effect him.
The Hunter sheaths his blade, his voice mostly the same except for a slight tenge of insanity within “It’s rude to sneak up on people.”
Rio strides over, looking around.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Agreed. I’m very interesting.”
I m-meant no harm…
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 Jobah.*
She licks her many sharp canines “Very much so.” She chuckles, pouring herself another glass, draining it slowly “Who might you be?”
“Doing that is a wise way to get yourself killed.” He sits back down “And a hunter moves with instinct alone. For your sake and mine, don’t do it again.”
Brand sighs and fixes his jacket as Stroth tries to bury a blade in his shoulder but gets knocked aside "I am getting tired of you bugs.."
"hm?.." She looks confused and wanders over
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's not painted yet, but it seems to be something like a crude studio set with supports for a non-existent roof, made primarily out of wood and plush fabrics. Piles of beanbag chairs lie in wait to be added in.
"Careful, neighbor." Comes Franz's slow, calm, instructive voice. "Construction sites can be real dangerous. Watch your step, and wear a hard hat. There should be a stack nearby. Can you see them?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for Wendi.*
“Are ya [gp]in’ afraid of fist fightin’ me like a man [gp] would? We’re in your territory, an’ I’m weakened, doesn’t get much easier than that.” He says, spitting blood in the ground.
He holds up Rowan’s Jester Mask, once broken, now repaired and leaking black bile, the Merchant smiling wide.
Azabell seems to try and actually do something to help but it seems to not understand how it works and ends up building a weird wood thing.
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
"No no, I love cooking. Thats the entire idea, I want to cook for you." He smiles.
It tends its head apart and picks out some teeth spitting them out before reforming its flesh.
"So what needs to get done?"
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
"Hey, friend, what are you making over there? It looks very interesting." He moves to get a closer look, moving slowly and gently to make it clear that he could be stopped at any time.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He rolls his eyes behind his mask, taking the cloth and pulling it off. His body begins to bubble and rupture with black liquid, exploding and becoming huge before them both.
Allison holds it, her face black, devoid of emotion.
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
*Dammit, gotta go for a bit. I'll be back.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I have no idea.." It says, holding up the wood amalgamation "Looks.. different than the rest."
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 holds his stance, turning to Stroth “Ya not too hurt are ya?” He asks, concerned about her more than anything else as he prepares himself to fist fight a demon twice his size. Stroth can tell he’s nervous.
He chuckles “So, I would assume I’m correct in my assumption. Could you return that to Rowan?”
She nods and runs over to him. But then she is grabbed before she can make it to him "Pathetic (GP)" and suddenly, Stroth is ripped into half. She looks stunned for a moment, blood getting caught in her throat. He throws her to the ground, beside Sparrow. "You witch, you horrible creature. You deserve to die. But knowing you, you'll hide like a fox in a new body... Perhaps I should keep your husband so you can continually come to me and I can rip you to shreds.."
She sets it down and smiles politely "Sorry dear, I cannot 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