“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."
With that, he cracks, running over to them and throwing his fists, knowing it’ll mean nothing to do so, but it doesn’t matter anymore. He throws blow after blow into The Brand, growing weaker with each “Ya… [gp] excuse fer… a [gp]…” To hit:191329293029 Damage: 4 each.
He takes the mask, putting it into his cloak of absolute black, it disappearing “Ah, I suppose I’ll just ask Rowan himself instead.”
“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."
With that, he cracks, running over to them and throwing his fists, knowing it’ll mean nothing to do so, but it doesn’t matter anymore. He throws blow after blow into The Brand, growing weaker with each “Ya… [gp] excuse fer… a [gp]…” To hit:141526131629 Damage: 4 each.
He takes the mask, putting it into his cloak of absolute black, it disappearing “Ah, I suppose I’ll just ask Rowan himself instead.”
Brand laughs as he watches this pathetic display. Stroth's body wastes away, turning to ash before them. From those ashes, suddenly a bright light fills the devilish palace. The brand hisses in pain as he shrinks before the light, the radiant energy burning him.
"Golden Traitor. Hate for the Gods has cursed you to suffer. Hate no more, destroy this monster..."
Suddenly, before them both, is Stroth, her body shining gold. She cackles madly, her body glittering brightly. Radiant sunlight forms and suddenly, everything is engulfed in it. Radiant energy, burning The Brand. He screams in pain, cut off as he turns to ash before them both.
*Cut for Wendi, that is awesome. I don’t even know what else to say, that’s just awesome. I knew Sparrow had no chance against the Brand, so I wondered how this was going to end, and this is awesome.*
Sparrow drops to his knees in front of them, sobbing and smiling at the same time, unable to understand an ounce of what is going on, but he doesn’t much care to know. His weak arms fall to his sides, his bloody knuckles against the ground as he looks up at his wife, unable to say anything, left in an awe filled silence as the walls begin to sizzle from the radiance.
*Cut for Wendi, that is awesome. I don’t even know what else to say, that’s just awesome. I knew Sparrow had no chance against the Brand, so I wondered how this was going to end, and this is awesome.*
Sparrow drops to his knees in front of them, sobbing and smiling at the same time, unable to understand an ounce of what is going on, but he doesn’t much care to know. His weak arms fall to his sides, his bloody knuckles against the ground as he looks up at his wife, unable to say anything, left in an awe filled silence as the walls begin to sizzle from the radiance.
She looks out of breath as she begins to bleed again. A tear starts to form in her stomach as she collapses to the ground. Her golden glittering self starts to die down as she shrinks. Despite becoming smaller again, her skin and hair is still a dazzling golden color. She holds her stomach "Babe.."
*Cut for Wendi, that is awesome. I don’t even know what else to say, that’s just awesome. I knew Sparrow had no chance against the Brand, so I wondered how this was going to end, and this is awesome.*
Sparrow drops to his knees in front of them, sobbing and smiling at the same time, unable to understand an ounce of what is going on, but he doesn’t much care to know. His weak arms fall to his sides, his bloody knuckles against the ground as he looks up at his wife, unable to say anything, left in an awe filled silence as the walls begin to sizzle from the radiance.
She looks out of breath as she begins to bleed again. A tear starts to form in her stomach as she collapses to the ground. Her golden glittering self starts to die down as she shrinks. Despite becoming smaller again, her skin and hair is still a dazzling golden color. She holds her stomach "Babe.."
He stumbles to his foot and quickly as he can and sprints over to her, holding her in his hands as gently as he can in his panicked state, his whole body shivering in pain, barely able to keep himself conscious he look to her “Come on… please… Stroth… I won’t lose you.” He curses himself for lacking any healing spells like a moron, unable to do anything in this moment.
*Cut for Wendi, that is awesome. I don’t even know what else to say, that’s just awesome. I knew Sparrow had no chance against the Brand, so I wondered how this was going to end, and this is awesome.*
Sparrow drops to his knees in front of them, sobbing and smiling at the same time, unable to understand an ounce of what is going on, but he doesn’t much care to know. His weak arms fall to his sides, his bloody knuckles against the ground as he looks up at his wife, unable to say anything, left in an awe filled silence as the walls begin to sizzle from the radiance.
She looks out of breath as she begins to bleed again. A tear starts to form in her stomach as she collapses to the ground. Her golden glittering self starts to die down as she shrinks. Despite becoming smaller again, her skin and hair is still a dazzling golden color. She holds her stomach "Babe.."
He stumbles to his foot and quickly as he can and sprints over to her, holding her in his hands as gently as he can in his panicked state, his whole body shivering in pain, barely able to keep himself conscious he look to her “Come on… please… Stroth… I won’t lose you.” He curses himself for lacking any healing spells like a moron, unable to do anything in this moment.
She starts to cry quietly, tears forming in her eyes and trickling down her cheeks. She places a hand on her stomach "It's gone... He took it.. Our child" She cries.
*Cut for Wendi, that is awesome. I don’t even know what else to say, that’s just awesome. I knew Sparrow had no chance against the Brand, so I wondered how this was going to end, and this is awesome.*
Sparrow drops to his knees in front of them, sobbing and smiling at the same time, unable to understand an ounce of what is going on, but he doesn’t much care to know. His weak arms fall to his sides, his bloody knuckles against the ground as he looks up at his wife, unable to say anything, left in an awe filled silence as the walls begin to sizzle from the radiance.
She looks out of breath as she begins to bleed again. A tear starts to form in her stomach as she collapses to the ground. Her golden glittering self starts to die down as she shrinks. Despite becoming smaller again, her skin and hair is still a dazzling golden color. She holds her stomach "Babe.."
He stumbles to his foot and quickly as he can and sprints over to her, holding her in his hands as gently as he can in his panicked state, his whole body shivering in pain, barely able to keep himself conscious he look to her “Come on… please… Stroth… I won’t lose you.” He curses himself for lacking any healing spells like a moron, unable to do anything in this moment.
She starts to cry quietly, tears forming in her eyes and trickling down her cheeks. She places a hand on her stomach "It's gone... He took it.. Our child" She cries.
The tears trickling down his face only grow more as he puts his forehead to hers, mixing with his blood and dripping down. He has no words, he can’t have any, he just trapped in the moment with no escape before simply whispering weakly “…f*ck…”
"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."
He examines it. "Well, I think the problem is that you didn't have a goal in mind. I always think about three things when I make something: What it should do, and how it will do that, and what it should look like. If you follow those three steps, I think you'll have something nice you can use." He's speaking in unusually long sentences, likely as a sign of respect.
*Cut for Wendi, that is awesome. I don’t even know what else to say, that’s just awesome. I knew Sparrow had no chance against the Brand, so I wondered how this was going to end, and this is awesome.*
Sparrow drops to his knees in front of them, sobbing and smiling at the same time, unable to understand an ounce of what is going on, but he doesn’t much care to know. His weak arms fall to his sides, his bloody knuckles against the ground as he looks up at his wife, unable to say anything, left in an awe filled silence as the walls begin to sizzle from the radiance.
She looks out of breath as she begins to bleed again. A tear starts to form in her stomach as she collapses to the ground. Her golden glittering self starts to die down as she shrinks. Despite becoming smaller again, her skin and hair is still a dazzling golden color. She holds her stomach "Babe.."
He stumbles to his foot and quickly as he can and sprints over to her, holding her in his hands as gently as he can in his panicked state, his whole body shivering in pain, barely able to keep himself conscious he look to her “Come on… please… Stroth… I won’t lose you.” He curses himself for lacking any healing spells like a moron, unable to do anything in this moment.
She starts to cry quietly, tears forming in her eyes and trickling down her cheeks. She places a hand on her stomach "It's gone... He took it.. Our child" She cries.
The tears trickling down his face only grow more as he puts his forehead to hers, mixing with his blood and dripping down. He has no words, he can’t have any, he just trapped in the moment with no escape before simply whispering weakly “…f*ck…”
"There are moments when the words don't reach There is suffering too terrible to name.."
Stroth holds on to him, wailing in pain and suffering from what she has now lost. She is so vulnerable, more than she has ever been in her lifetime. She sobs, her body wracking with her cries.
*Cut for Wendi, that is awesome. I don’t even know what else to say, that’s just awesome. I knew Sparrow had no chance against the Brand, so I wondered how this was going to end, and this is awesome.*
Sparrow drops to his knees in front of them, sobbing and smiling at the same time, unable to understand an ounce of what is going on, but he doesn’t much care to know. His weak arms fall to his sides, his bloody knuckles against the ground as he looks up at his wife, unable to say anything, left in an awe filled silence as the walls begin to sizzle from the radiance.
She looks out of breath as she begins to bleed again. A tear starts to form in her stomach as she collapses to the ground. Her golden glittering self starts to die down as she shrinks. Despite becoming smaller again, her skin and hair is still a dazzling golden color. She holds her stomach "Babe.."
He stumbles to his foot and quickly as he can and sprints over to her, holding her in his hands as gently as he can in his panicked state, his whole body shivering in pain, barely able to keep himself conscious he look to her “Come on… please… Stroth… I won’t lose you.” He curses himself for lacking any healing spells like a moron, unable to do anything in this moment.
She starts to cry quietly, tears forming in her eyes and trickling down her cheeks. She places a hand on her stomach "It's gone... He took it.. Our child" She cries.
The tears trickling down his face only grow more as he puts his forehead to hers, mixing with his blood and dripping down. He has no words, he can’t have any, he just trapped in the moment with no escape before simply whispering weakly “…f*ck…”
"There are moments when the words don't reach There is suffering too terrible to name.."
Stroth holds on to him, wailing in pain and suffering from what she has now lost. She is so vulnerable, more than she has ever been in her lifetime. She sobs, her body wracking with her cries.
Sparrow crumples to his knees, his face falling to look at the ground, a man broken in a moment of weakness worse than anything he will ever experience again. The silence of the main hall weights heavy on his heart.
He wasn’t able to do anything, he will never be strong enough to truly help when he is needed, and that leaves him feeling nothing but a profound emptiness.
"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."
He examines it. "Well, I think the problem is that you didn't have a goal in mind. I always think about three things when I make something: What it should do, and how it will do that, and what it should look like. If you follow those three steps, I think you'll have something nice you can use." He's speaking in unusually long sentences, likely as a sign of respect.
"Hm.. How does one go about doing that I may ask?" it asked "How do you know what you will do?.."
*Cut for Wendi, that is awesome. I don’t even know what else to say, that’s just awesome. I knew Sparrow had no chance against the Brand, so I wondered how this was going to end, and this is awesome.*
Sparrow drops to his knees in front of them, sobbing and smiling at the same time, unable to understand an ounce of what is going on, but he doesn’t much care to know. His weak arms fall to his sides, his bloody knuckles against the ground as he looks up at his wife, unable to say anything, left in an awe filled silence as the walls begin to sizzle from the radiance.
She looks out of breath as she begins to bleed again. A tear starts to form in her stomach as she collapses to the ground. Her golden glittering self starts to die down as she shrinks. Despite becoming smaller again, her skin and hair is still a dazzling golden color. She holds her stomach "Babe.."
He stumbles to his foot and quickly as he can and sprints over to her, holding her in his hands as gently as he can in his panicked state, his whole body shivering in pain, barely able to keep himself conscious he look to her “Come on… please… Stroth… I won’t lose you.” He curses himself for lacking any healing spells like a moron, unable to do anything in this moment.
She starts to cry quietly, tears forming in her eyes and trickling down her cheeks. She places a hand on her stomach "It's gone... He took it.. Our child" She cries.
The tears trickling down his face only grow more as he puts his forehead to hers, mixing with his blood and dripping down. He has no words, he can’t have any, he just trapped in the moment with no escape before simply whispering weakly “…f*ck…”
"There are moments when the words don't reach There is suffering too terrible to name.."
Stroth holds on to him, wailing in pain and suffering from what she has now lost. She is so vulnerable, more than she has ever been in her lifetime. She sobs, her body wracking with her cries.
Sparrow crumples to his knees, his face falling to look at the ground, a man broken in a moment of weakness worse than anything he will ever experience again. The silence of the main hall weights heavy on his heart.
He wasn’t able to do anything, he will never be strong enough to truly help when he is needed, and that leaves him feeling nothing but a profound emptiness.
She stands up, helping him up. She teleports them back home, feeling weak and useless. She collapses on a sofa in the tavern, curled up in a ball.
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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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With that, he cracks, running over to them and throwing his fists, knowing it’ll mean nothing to do so, but it doesn’t matter anymore. He throws blow after blow into The Brand, growing weaker with each “Ya… [gp] excuse fer… a [gp]…” To hit:19 13 29 29 30 29 Damage: 4 each.
He takes the mask, putting it into his cloak of absolute black, it disappearing “Ah, I suppose I’ll just ask Rowan himself instead.”
Brand laughs as he watches this pathetic display. Stroth's body wastes away, turning to ash before them. From those ashes, suddenly a bright light fills the devilish palace. The brand hisses in pain as he shrinks before the light, the radiant energy burning him.
"Golden Traitor. Hate for the Gods has cursed you to suffer. Hate no more, destroy this monster..."
Suddenly, before them both, is Stroth, her body shining gold. She cackles madly, her body glittering brightly. Radiant sunlight forms and suddenly, everything is engulfed in it. Radiant energy, burning The Brand. He screams in pain, cut off as he turns to ash before them both.
*This my idea for Stroth atm:
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
*Cut for Wendi, that is awesome. I don’t even know what else to say, that’s just awesome. I knew Sparrow had no chance against the Brand, so I wondered how this was going to end, and this is awesome.*
Sparrow drops to his knees in front of them, sobbing and smiling at the same time, unable to understand an ounce of what is going on, but he doesn’t much care to know. His weak arms fall to his sides, his bloody knuckles against the ground as he looks up at his wife, unable to say anything, left in an awe filled silence as the walls begin to sizzle from the radiance.
*hello I'm back for a bit how are you jester?*
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*Man I’m doin’ what I can you know dawg, how you been?*
She looks out of breath as she begins to bleed again. A tear starts to form in her stomach as she collapses to the ground. Her golden glittering self starts to die down as she shrinks. Despite becoming smaller again, her skin and hair is still a dazzling golden color. She holds her stomach "Babe.."
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
*good a bit bored but otherwise fine how was your Christmas break?*
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He stumbles to his foot and quickly as he can and sprints over to her, holding her in his hands as gently as he can in his panicked state, his whole body shivering in pain, barely able to keep himself conscious he look to her “Come on… please… Stroth… I won’t lose you.” He curses himself for lacking any healing spells like a moron, unable to do anything in this moment.
*It’s been good, got a PS5, so that’s nice you know?*
*that's good man so what's changed since I went inactive?*
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*Nah, not really man, Gradius is back and I started a PBP but that’s about it.*
She starts to cry quietly, tears forming in her eyes and trickling down her cheeks. She places a hand on her stomach "It's gone... He took it.. Our child" She cries.
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
*how is your cowboy thread going?*
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The tears trickling down his face only grow more as he puts his forehead to hers, mixing with his blood and dripping down. He has no words, he can’t have any, he just trapped in the moment with no escape before simply whispering weakly “…f*ck…”
He examines it. "Well, I think the problem is that you didn't have a goal in mind. I always think about three things when I make something: What it should do, and how it will do that, and what it should look like. If you follow those three steps, I think you'll have something nice you can use." He's speaking in unusually long sentences, likely as a sign of respect.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Dead unfortunately, lasted longer than I expected it to though. I’m getting better at making threads ig.*
"There are moments when the words don't reach
There is suffering too terrible to name.."
Stroth holds on to him, wailing in pain and suffering from what she has now lost. She is so vulnerable, more than she has ever been in her lifetime. She sobs, her body wracking with her cries.
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
Sparrow crumples to his knees, his face falling to look at the ground, a man broken in a moment of weakness worse than anything he will ever experience again. The silence of the main hall weights heavy on his heart.
He wasn’t able to do anything, he will never be strong enough to truly help when he is needed, and that leaves him feeling nothing but a profound emptiness.
"Hm.. How does one go about doing that I may ask?" it asked "How do you know what you will do?.."
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
She stands up, helping him up. She teleports them back home, feeling weak and useless. She collapses on a sofa in the tavern, curled up in a ball.
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