*uuuuuuh. I wanna roleplay. Feed or I shall devour your minds and bodies to become part of the flesh creation I am*
*Who would you like for me to feed you, extra sauce will be provided, no matter the order.*
*Y E E E E E S*
*UH, Sparrow, Tim, and Merabelle.*
*Of course.*
Sparrow has gotta drunk and is in the Inn playing the harmonica, its just as beautiful as anyone could possibly imagine.
Tim is with his older brother, they seem to be playing some game of cards only they know the rules to, and having a fantastic time.
Merabelle has adopted another child and is now doing extra work, when she isn’t cooking or spending time with the kids, she’s painting.
Stroth keeps an eye on him, braiding her long golden hair.
Gigli and Adeline keep an eye on them, updating old patient files as they do.
Edwin walks over to her, holding a huge box of machine parts in his arms.
Eventually he sits down to her, wrapping an arm around and kissing her, smiling happily.
The older brother notices them. He doesn’t carry himself the same his sister does, it looks like he’s just trying to enjoy what time he has with his little brother.
Merabelle looks down to them, kissing them on the forehead “Look who it is, what’s that ya got there sweetheart?”
She smiles softly and kisses him back, a golden lipstick print on his cheek.
Gigli is still apprehensive and so he stays close to them, eyes narrowed at the brother.
Cyvus is in the library, standing over papers. Scrolls, letters, maps. He's deep in thought, and he's singing something softly. "John Brown's Body", a bar song.
*want to use any other characters in addition?*
Thirteen is also in the library, reading over ancient rhetoric.
*if you pick*
"Hey, fellow inquisitive. Care to help me a bit?" he asks, sighing aloud as he pours over his map.
*uuh Mac and Omi?*
"Oh, certainly." Thirteen gets to his feet and walks over.
"Trying to figure out how, with as little men as I have, to ambush the jails and the armory." he says, gesturing to the map, which has chess pieces all over it.
Mac is eating Mac and cheese, ignoring the name-sake.
Omi is cooking breakfast, though he himself doesn't need to eat.
"...well, what is the capacity of your army and the security of the facilities?"
Rio enters the inn, whistling idly.
Eito is trudging through the snow outside.
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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.
*uuuuuuh. I wanna roleplay. Feed or I shall devour your minds and bodies to become part of the flesh creation I am*
Thirteen is reading about long dead gods.
Mauric is working at Samaritan's restaurant.
Loriche is weaving steel ropes for an unknown purpose.
Riotan is walking through the woods, scattering ricin-laced bread for the birds.
Eito is making their way through the snow, shivering.
In Thirteens book, he finds an entry about a Butterfly god what is a God of Chaos and Change. Similar to Kehmet in a sense from what Scott had been drawing.
Home is helping her the best he can despite not really knowing what he is doing.
Samaritan is keeping an eye on Riotan magically while he is in his restaurant with Mauric.
"Hmm." Religion: 24
"Do you think you could hold this end while I twine the strands?" She passes him six metal ropes and tongs.
Rio is very calm at the moment, simply flinging his poisonous gifts unto the snow. Meanwhile, Mauric is working dutifully and as hard as he can.
This is definitely Kehmet, though the name itself has been translated multiple times into different names.
He nods and grabs the two ends, keeping his feet planted.
Samaritan sighs and turns to Mauric "Hey, I am gonna go out for a smoke break. Take care of the place for a bit would you?"
*uuuuuuh. I wanna roleplay. Feed or I shall devour your minds and bodies to become part of the flesh creation I am*
*Who would you like for me to feed you, extra sauce will be provided, no matter the order.*
*Y E E E E E S*
*UH, Sparrow, Tim, and Merabelle.*
*Of course.*
Sparrow has gotta drunk and is in the Inn playing the harmonica, its just as beautiful as anyone could possibly imagine.
Tim is with his older brother, they seem to be playing some game of cards only they know the rules to, and having a fantastic time.
Merabelle has adopted another child and is now doing extra work, when she isn’t cooking or spending time with the kids, she’s painting.
Stroth keeps an eye on him, braiding her long golden hair.
Gigli and Adeline keep an eye on them, updating old patient files as they do.
Edwin walks over to her, holding a huge box of machine parts in his arms.
Eventually he sits down to her, wrapping an arm around and kissing her, smiling happily.
The older brother notices them. He doesn’t carry himself the same his sister does, it looks like he’s just trying to enjoy what time he has with his little brother.
Merabelle looks down to them, kissing them on the forehead “Look who it is, what’s that ya got there sweetheart?”
She smiles softly and kisses him back, a golden lipstick print on his cheek.
Gigli is still apprehensive and so he stays close to them, eyes narrowed at the brother.
"Mhm! A surprise!"
He rubs the spot she kissed him, blushing softly “Hey… I love you more than anythin’ I could ever hope fer.”
He waves them over, smiling softly as they play with Tim, who seems to be winning from what they can tell.
Out on a nearby hillside, there is the click of a lock. A portal opens, and a tall, thin, pale man steps out, his wild brown hair and grey plaid tie blowing in the wind. He wears a black police jacket straight out of the 1940s, but it has the sleeves cut clean off and hangs open to reveal the orange sweater underneath. He looks back at the portal behind him, a shadowy underworld reflected in his orange eyes, and twists the ornate key in his hand to close it.
He hangs the key with the many others keys and eating utensils on the heavy iron ring at his waist. He shrugs off his jacket, takes off his police cap, and lays them down on a stump before sitting down on them to watch the snow falling, the people bustling around the town, and families eating and drinking merrily next to the windows of the tavern.
Donn, who has been walking along, tilts his head and studies them.
Donn can tell that this is a fiend of some sort. He turns his head a little. "Hey, dad. Just got off from guarding the gates. Didn't expect the shifts to be this long."
Donn smiles brightly "I had a feeling it was you! Sorry, my eyes are becoming terrible. Perhaps I need to have them looked at." He said and, in true dad fashion, pulls out a pair of glasses from a pocket.
Out on a nearby hillside, there is the click of a lock. A portal opens, and a tall, thin, pale man steps out, his wild brown hair and grey plaid tie blowing in the wind. He wears a black police jacket straight out of the 1940s, but it has the sleeves cut clean off and hangs open to reveal the orange sweater underneath. He looks back at the portal behind him, a shadowy underworld reflected in his orange eyes, and twists the ornate key in his hand to close it.
He hangs the key with the many others keys and eating utensils on the heavy iron ring at his waist. He shrugs off his jacket, takes off his police cap, and lays them down on a stump before sitting down on them to watch the snow falling, the people bustling around the town, and families eating and drinking merrily next to the windows of the tavern.
Despite the weather, Lacai is still outside walking about and selling his wares from his cart. There seems to be a massive source of heat from it, blocking all cold weather.
The man sees all the esoteric wares, checks his wallet, and takes the long walk over, leaving his uniform on the stump. He flips a gold coin over to land on the edge of the cart next to Lacai. "What's good?"
*uuuuuuh. I wanna roleplay. Feed or I shall devour your minds and bodies to become part of the flesh creation I am*
*Who would you like for me to feed you, extra sauce will be provided, no matter the order.*
*Y E E E E E S*
*UH, Sparrow, Tim, and Merabelle.*
*Of course.*
Sparrow has gotta drunk and is in the Inn playing the harmonica, its just as beautiful as anyone could possibly imagine.
Tim is with his older brother, they seem to be playing some game of cards only they know the rules to, and having a fantastic time.
Merabelle has adopted another child and is now doing extra work, when she isn’t cooking or spending time with the kids, she’s painting.
Stroth keeps an eye on him, braiding her long golden hair.
Gigli and Adeline keep an eye on them, updating old patient files as they do.
Edwin walks over to her, holding a huge box of machine parts in his arms.
Eventually he sits down to her, wrapping an arm around and kissing her, smiling happily.
The older brother notices them. He doesn’t carry himself the same his sister does, it looks like he’s just trying to enjoy what time he has with his little brother.
Merabelle looks down to them, kissing them on the forehead “Look who it is, what’s that ya got there sweetheart?”
She smiles softly and kisses him back, a golden lipstick print on his cheek.
Gigli is still apprehensive and so he stays close to them, eyes narrowed at the brother.
"Mhm! A surprise!"
He rubs the spot she kissed him, blushing softly “Hey… I love you more than anythin’ I could ever hope fer.”
He waves them over, smiling softly as they play with Tim, who seems to be winning from what they can tell.
She raises an eyebrow “Ya got a surprise fer me?”
"I know you do, and I love you more." She says softly.
Gigli follows behind Adeline who has somehow had time to make a plate of cookies for them.
He nods and pulls out what appears to be a metal easel with little holders for her brushes and paints.
*uuuuuuh. I wanna roleplay. Feed or I shall devour your minds and bodies to become part of the flesh creation I am*
Thirteen is reading about long dead gods.
Mauric is working at Samaritan's restaurant.
Loriche is weaving steel ropes for an unknown purpose.
Riotan is walking through the woods, scattering ricin-laced bread for the birds.
Eito is making their way through the snow, shivering.
In Thirteens book, he finds an entry about a Butterfly god what is a God of Chaos and Change. Similar to Kehmet in a sense from what Scott had been drawing.
Home is helping her the best he can despite not really knowing what he is doing.
Samaritan is keeping an eye on Riotan magically while he is in his restaurant with Mauric.
"Hmm." Religion: 24
"Do you think you could hold this end while I twine the strands?" She passes him six metal ropes and tongs.
Rio is very calm at the moment, simply flinging his poisonous gifts unto the snow. Meanwhile, Mauric is working dutifully and as hard as he can.
This is definitely Kehmet, though the name itself has been translated multiple times into different names.
He nods and grabs the two ends, keeping his feet planted.
Samaritan sighs and turns to Mauric "Hey, I am gonna go out for a smoke break. Take care of the place for a bit would you?"
"I see..."
Loriche starts to braid the ropes. Make a Strength check.
"Of course, Boss!"
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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.
Cyvus is in the library, standing over papers. Scrolls, letters, maps. He's deep in thought, and he's singing something softly. "John Brown's Body", a bar song.
*want to use any other characters in addition?*
Thirteen is also in the library, reading over ancient rhetoric.
*if you pick*
"Hey, fellow inquisitive. Care to help me a bit?" he asks, sighing aloud as he pours over his map.
*uuh Mac and Omi?*
"Oh, certainly." Thirteen gets to his feet and walks over.
"Trying to figure out how, with as little men as I have, to ambush the jails and the armory." he says, gesturing to the map, which has chess pieces all over it.
Mac is eating Mac and cheese, ignoring the name-sake.
Omi is cooking breakfast, though he himself doesn't need to eat.
"...well, what is the capacity of your army and the security of the facilities?"
Rio enters the inn, whistling idly.
Eito is trudging through the snow outside.
"We have 12 men to start, but plan on freeing my comrades. You can see here how many gaurds they have."
Glassy eyed and tired, he continues eating.
"Eito. Breakfast is ready. Do you eat?" he asks, awaiting a response, not knowing he's alone.
"I see. What is your cause?"
"Hey man! How you doing?"
Eito turns toward the house and enters. "No, but your company would be lovely."
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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.
*uuuuuuh. I wanna roleplay. Feed or I shall devour your minds and bodies to become part of the flesh creation I am*
Thirteen is reading about long dead gods.
Mauric is working at Samaritan's restaurant.
Loriche is weaving steel ropes for an unknown purpose.
Riotan is walking through the woods, scattering ricin-laced bread for the birds.
Eito is making their way through the snow, shivering.
In Thirteens book, he finds an entry about a Butterfly god what is a God of Chaos and Change. Similar to Kehmet in a sense from what Scott had been drawing.
Home is helping her the best he can despite not really knowing what he is doing.
Samaritan is keeping an eye on Riotan magically while he is in his restaurant with Mauric.
"Hmm." Religion: 24
"Do you think you could hold this end while I twine the strands?" She passes him six metal ropes and tongs.
Rio is very calm at the moment, simply flinging his poisonous gifts unto the snow. Meanwhile, Mauric is working dutifully and as hard as he can.
This is definitely Kehmet, though the name itself has been translated multiple times into different names.
He nods and grabs the two ends, keeping his feet planted.
Samaritan sighs and turns to Mauric "Hey, I am gonna go out for a smoke break. Take care of the place for a bit would you?"
"I see..."
Loriche starts to braid the ropes. Make a Strength check.
"Of course, Boss!"
It goes on to talk about holy sites, followers, messengers, angels, and such that serve them. Somehow, both Scott and The Writer are in the book despite their possession being quite recent.
STR SAVE: 22
He nods and disappears out the back. Suddenly, a flame bursts out behind Riotan, Samaritan at its center.
Donn can tell that this is a fiend of some sort. He turns his head a little. "Hey, dad. Just got off from guarding the gates. Didn't expect the shifts to be this long."
Donn smiles brightly "I had a feeling it was you! Sorry, my eyes are becoming terrible. Perhaps I need to have them looked at." He said and, in true dad fashion, pulls out a pair of glasses from a pocket.
"All good here. Sorry if I'm not very enthusiastic right now, I got some bad news recently. Turns out some folks are starting a war, and a nearby nation wants to have enough spirits to defend them. Boss wants to reduce just let everyone come and go at will, which basically means Halloween, Blood Moon, crazy paranormal stuff all the time. It also means I'm temporarily retired, and exorcisms are the equivalent of trying to move a river to the ocean with an pipette."
*uuuuuuh. I wanna roleplay. Feed or I shall devour your minds and bodies to become part of the flesh creation I am*
Thirteen is reading about long dead gods.
Mauric is working at Samaritan's restaurant.
Loriche is weaving steel ropes for an unknown purpose.
Riotan is walking through the woods, scattering ricin-laced bread for the birds.
Eito is making their way through the snow, shivering.
In Thirteens book, he finds an entry about a Butterfly god what is a God of Chaos and Change. Similar to Kehmet in a sense from what Scott had been drawing.
Home is helping her the best he can despite not really knowing what he is doing.
Samaritan is keeping an eye on Riotan magically while he is in his restaurant with Mauric.
"Hmm." Religion: 24
"Do you think you could hold this end while I twine the strands?" She passes him six metal ropes and tongs.
Rio is very calm at the moment, simply flinging his poisonous gifts unto the snow. Meanwhile, Mauric is working dutifully and as hard as he can.
This is definitely Kehmet, though the name itself has been translated multiple times into different names.
He nods and grabs the two ends, keeping his feet planted.
Samaritan sighs and turns to Mauric "Hey, I am gonna go out for a smoke break. Take care of the place for a bit would you?"
"I see..."
Loriche starts to braid the ropes. Make a Strength check.
"Of course, Boss!"
It goes on to talk about holy sites, followers, messengers, angels, and such that serve them. Somehow, both Scott and The Writer are in the book despite their possession being quite recent.
STR SAVE: 11
He nods and disappears out the back. Suddenly, a flame bursts out behind Riotan, Samaritan at its center.
Thirteen is dreadfully confused, and rereads the section in detail.
You barely manage to stay on your feet and the cables sort of just fly out of your hand. Loriche winces. "Oof. You alright?"
Rio turns 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.
Donn can tell that this is a fiend of some sort. He turns his head a little. "Hey, dad. Just got off from guarding the gates. Didn't expect the shifts to be this long."
Donn smiles brightly "I had a feeling it was you! Sorry, my eyes are becoming terrible. Perhaps I need to have them looked at." He said and, in true dad fashion, pulls out a pair of glasses from a pocket.
"All good here. Sorry if I'm not very enthusiastic right now, I got some bad news recently. Turns out some folks are starting a war, and a nearby nation wants to have enough spirits to defend them. Boss wants to reduce just let everyone come and go at will, which basically means Halloween, Blood Moon, crazy paranormal stuff all the time. It also means I'm temporarily retired, and exorcisms are the equivalent of trying to move a river to the ocean with an pipette."
He nods "Well, if you need lodging, my cabin is open. Your sisters and brothers are there as well." He explains and then smiles "I am glad to see you."
*uuuuuuh. I wanna roleplay. Feed or I shall devour your minds and bodies to become part of the flesh creation I am*
Thirteen is reading about long dead gods.
Mauric is working at Samaritan's restaurant.
Loriche is weaving steel ropes for an unknown purpose.
Riotan is walking through the woods, scattering ricin-laced bread for the birds.
Eito is making their way through the snow, shivering.
In Thirteens book, he finds an entry about a Butterfly god what is a God of Chaos and Change. Similar to Kehmet in a sense from what Scott had been drawing.
Home is helping her the best he can despite not really knowing what he is doing.
Samaritan is keeping an eye on Riotan magically while he is in his restaurant with Mauric.
"Hmm." Religion: 24
"Do you think you could hold this end while I twine the strands?" She passes him six metal ropes and tongs.
Rio is very calm at the moment, simply flinging his poisonous gifts unto the snow. Meanwhile, Mauric is working dutifully and as hard as he can.
This is definitely Kehmet, though the name itself has been translated multiple times into different names.
He nods and grabs the two ends, keeping his feet planted.
Samaritan sighs and turns to Mauric "Hey, I am gonna go out for a smoke break. Take care of the place for a bit would you?"
"I see..."
Loriche starts to braid the ropes. Make a Strength check.
"Of course, Boss!"
It goes on to talk about holy sites, followers, messengers, angels, and such that serve them. Somehow, both Scott and The Writer are in the book despite their possession being quite recent.
STR SAVE: 11
He nods and disappears out the back. Suddenly, a flame bursts out behind Riotan, Samaritan at its center.
Thirteen is dreadfully confused, and rereads the section in detail.
You barely manage to stay on your feet and the cables sort of just fly out of your hand. Loriche winces. "Oof. You alright?"
Rio turns around. "...?"
Same thing as last time, still the same text.
"Yep! Sorry about that." He said.
"How are you?" He asks.
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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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She smiles softly and kisses him back, a golden lipstick print on his cheek.
Gigli is still apprehensive and so he stays close to them, eyes narrowed at the brother.
"Mhm! A surprise!"
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
*Uhhhhhhhhh Omi and Reese.*
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 news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
This is definitely Kehmet, though the name itself has been translated multiple times into different names.
He nods and grabs the two ends, keeping his feet planted.
Samaritan sighs and turns to Mauric "Hey, I am gonna go out for a smoke break. Take care of the place for a bit would you?"
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 rubs the spot she kissed him, blushing softly “Hey… I love you more than anythin’ I could ever hope fer.”
He waves them over, smiling softly as they play with Tim, who seems to be winning from what they can tell.
She raises an eyebrow “Ya got a surprise fer me?”
Donn smiles brightly "I had a feeling it was you! Sorry, my eyes are becoming terrible. Perhaps I need to have them looked at." He said and, in true dad fashion, pulls out a pair of glasses from a pocket.
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
The man sees all the esoteric wares, checks his wallet, and takes the long walk over, leaving his uniform on the stump. He flips a gold coin over to land on the edge of the cart next to Lacai. "What's good?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I know you do, and I love you more." She says softly.
Gigli follows behind Adeline who has somehow had time to make a plate of cookies for them.
He nods and pulls out what appears to be a metal easel with little holders for her brushes and paints.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I see..."
Loriche starts to braid the ropes. Make a Strength check.
"Of course, Boss!"
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 see. What is your cause?"
"Hey man! How you doing?"
Eito turns toward the house and enters. "No, but your company would be lovely."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
It goes on to talk about holy sites, followers, messengers, angels, and such that serve them. Somehow, both Scott and The Writer are in the book despite their possession being quite recent.
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He nods and disappears out the back. Suddenly, a flame bursts out behind Riotan, Samaritan at its center.
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
"All good here. Sorry if I'm not very enthusiastic right now, I got some bad news recently. Turns out some folks are starting a war, and a nearby nation wants to have enough spirits to defend them. Boss wants to reduce just let everyone come and go at will, which basically means Halloween, Blood Moon, crazy paranormal stuff all the time. It also means I'm temporarily retired, and exorcisms are the equivalent of trying to move a river to the ocean with an pipette."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Thirteen is dreadfully confused, and rereads the section in detail.
You barely manage to stay on your feet and the cables sort of just fly out of your hand. Loriche winces. "Oof. You alright?"
Rio turns 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.
*Cut for Wendi.*
He chuckles, “Noooooo I love you more…” He puts his head to hers, smiling softly at them.
He doesn’t take any of the cookies, although Tim happily takes one “Hello, I’m Tim’s brother, as you may know.”
She looks surprised by it, taking them in her hands before kissing Edwin repeatedly, constant peeks on the face.
He nods "Well, if you need lodging, my cabin is open. Your sisters and brothers are there as well." He explains and then smiles "I am glad to see you."
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
Same thing as last time, still the same text.
"Yep! Sorry about that." He said.
"How are you?" He asks.
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