*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.
He weakly sits in front of the fire. He’s too close to the flames but he doesn’t care, right now all he has is the silence filled with the crackling of the flames. He lost Rosemary, his gloves, almost everything. He can’t get it all back, but he will get what he can.
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?.."
"Well, I think about it. Ask yourself questions, then try and answer them. If you can't, that might mean you need to learn more. Once you've answered those questions, you can make a plan. I like to write my plans down, so I can remember them better."
*It also releases stress hormones, but that's common knowledge at this point.*
*...I want to make people cry too*
*Mhmmm. I actually didn’t know that, I’ll add it to my medical knowledge. Wanna rp Baalze?*
*Of course! Also, I'm trying to find something that would bring Franz to violence, since he's going to be in a modern urban fantasy/occult horror campaign. I'm thinking he might have come from a crime family, so he's willing to use intimidation against adults whenever he needs to. Maybe he just dislikes adults in general.*
Franz sitting outside his trailer with a hot apple pie on a small table beside him. It's untouched, and he's waiting for it to cool off. A sign next to it reads "Patience." It's not facing him.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*It also releases stress hormones, but that's common knowledge at this point.*
*...I want to make people cry too*
*Mhmmm. I actually didn’t know that, I’ll add it to my medical knowledge. Wanna rp Baalze?*
*Of course! Also, I'm trying to find something that would bring Franz to violence, since he's going to be in a modern urban fantasy/occult horror campaign. I'm thinking he might have come from a crime family, so he's willing to use intimidation against adults whenever he needs to. Maybe he just dislikes adults in general.*
Franz sitting outside his trailer with a hot apple pie on a small table beside him. It's untouched, and he's waiting for it to cool off. A sign next to it reads "Patience." It's not facing him.
*Interesting, also Sparrow losing Rosemary gives me the opportunity to change his second class. At first he was a Hexblade, but now with Rosemary gone I’m thinking of making him a Paladin of Vengeance, maybe giving him a third class. What do you think? Also, that’s two characters that have lose their children of mine.*
Victor sits next to them, he doesn’t seem to high this time “Sorry about last time. I make a lot of mistakes when I’m high. Did I do anything too stupid?” He asks, obviously not remember much.
*Of course! Also, I'm trying to find something that would bring Franz to violence, since he's going to be in a modern urban fantasy/occult horror campaign. I'm thinking he might have come from a crime family, so he's willing to use intimidation against adults whenever he needs to. Maybe he just dislikes adults in general.*
Franz sitting outside his trailer with a hot apple pie on a small table beside him. It's untouched, and he's waiting for it to cool off. A sign next to it reads "Patience." It's not facing him.
*Interesting, also Sparrow losing Rosemary gives me the opportunity to change his second class. At first he was a Hexblade, but now with Rosemary gone I’m thinking of making him a Paladin of Vengeance, maybe giving him a third class. What do you think? Also, that’s two characters that have lose their children of mine.*
Victor sits next to them, he doesn’t seem to high this time “Sorry about last time. I make a lot of mistakes when I’m high. Did I do anything too stupid?” He asks, obviously not remember much.
*I think that's a pretty good idea.*
He looks at Victor with his big, gentle eyes. "You walked into a group of children and parents while your body was full of spears. You scared some people, and some of them probably aren't coming back. But no one was hurt."
He looks down to himself, sighing and rubbing the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes “Sorry about that, I usually find myself full of spears when I come out of being high. My worst ideas come around those times. Can I do something to make it up?”
*the sugarplum fairy definitely leads a crime family*
*Do I even want you to explain? Actually of course I do, that gives me an idea. Also, wanna rp?*
*honestly love*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*I vanish now I shall return later maybe*
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He weakly sits in front of the fire. He’s too close to the flames but he doesn’t care, right now all he has is the silence filled with the crackling of the flames. He lost Rosemary, his gloves, almost everything. He can’t get it all back, but he will get what he can.
*Dang, this story had me actually crying. It’s been a long time since I’ve cried about anything really. That might be an issue actually.*
"Well, I think about it. Ask yourself questions, then try and answer them. If you can't, that might mean you need to learn more. Once you've answered those questions, you can make a plan. I like to write my plans down, so I can remember them better."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*It's good to cry from time to time. It helps tell us that we are still human.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Yeah yeah, I know it’s important to cry and all that. Good to know I still know how to.*
*It also releases stress hormones, but that's common knowledge at this point.*
*...I want to make people cry too*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Mhmmm. I actually didn’t know that, I’ll add it to my medical knowledge. Wanna rp Baalze?*
*Of course! Also, I'm trying to find something that would bring Franz to violence, since he's going to be in a modern urban fantasy/occult horror campaign. I'm thinking he might have come from a crime family, so he's willing to use intimidation against adults whenever he needs to. Maybe he just dislikes adults in general.*
Franz sitting outside his trailer with a hot apple pie on a small table beside him. It's untouched, and he's waiting for it to cool off. A sign next to it reads "Patience." It's not facing him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*the sugarplum fairy definitely leads a crime family*
*good morning*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Interesting, also Sparrow losing Rosemary gives me the opportunity to change his second class. At first he was a Hexblade, but now with Rosemary gone I’m thinking of making him a Paladin of Vengeance, maybe giving him a third class. What do you think? Also, that’s two characters that have lose their children of mine.*
Victor sits next to them, he doesn’t seem to high this time “Sorry about last time. I make a lot of mistakes when I’m high. Did I do anything too stupid?” He asks, obviously not remember much.
*He's estranged from her, so even if she is I'm not sure he necessarily would be.*
*Anyway, wanna RP?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Do I even want you to explain? Actually of course I do, that gives me an idea. Also, wanna rp?*
*I think that's a pretty good idea.*
He looks at Victor with his big, gentle eyes. "You walked into a group of children and parents while your body was full of spears. You scared some people, and some of them probably aren't coming back. But no one was hurt."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for Baalze. I’m not sure yet, I’ll see.*
He looks down to himself, sighing and rubbing the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes “Sorry about that, I usually find myself full of spears when I come out of being high. My worst ideas come around those times. Can I do something to make it up?”
*honestly love*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*I'm back! Sorry, people were here at the NC.*
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
*sure!*
*It’s good, I’m pretty sure we finished off good anyway. Wanna start a new one?*