Helios is sitting inside the Inn with Toast, his rabbit. He is holding him close to try and stem his anxiety.
Oliver is sitting outside weaving a spell in the meadow. The fabric of space rippling before him.
Rag is at the Inn, sitting in the kitchen, helping with the cooking and such things when he isn’t working outside or at the other restaurant, though he doesn’t interact with them much.
Merabelle watches them from the forest nearby, wondering if it really is them. Worry covers her face, and fills her eyes.
*I am okay. I managed to somehow stab my thumb this morning and have gone through two bandaids now filled with my crimson life essence. Other than that I am well.*
Helios is sitting inside the Inn with Toast, his rabbit. He is holding him close to try and stem his anxiety.
Oliver is sitting outside weaving a spell in the meadow. The fabric of space rippling before him.
Rag is at the Inn, sitting in the kitchen, helping with the cooking and such things when he isn’t working outside or at the other restaurant, though he doesn’t interact with them much.
Merabelle watches them from the forest nearby, wondering if it really is them. Worry covers her face, and fills her eyes.
Helios mutters to himself and his rabbit, nibbling on some blueberry pancakes.
Olivers eyes are clear, his staff raised. Golden sparks fly from the gemstone.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Helios is sitting inside the Inn with Toast, his rabbit. He is holding him close to try and stem his anxiety.
Oliver is sitting outside weaving a spell in the meadow. The fabric of space rippling before him.
Rag is at the Inn, sitting in the kitchen, helping with the cooking and such things when he isn’t working outside or at the other restaurant, though he doesn’t interact with them much.
Merabelle watches them from the forest nearby, wondering if it really is them. Worry covers her face, and fills her eyes.
Helios mutters to himself and his rabbit, nibbling on some blueberry pancakes.
Olivers eyes are clear, his staff raised. Golden sparks fly from the gemstone.
Rag smiles at them, passing them a bottle is syrup and a bottle of honey “Hello again. If you want these.”
Merabelle walks over to them, but doesn’t do much other than make herself known as to not break their concentration.
Helios is sitting inside the Inn with Toast, his rabbit. He is holding him close to try and stem his anxiety.
Oliver is sitting outside weaving a spell in the meadow. The fabric of space rippling before him.
Rag is at the Inn, sitting in the kitchen, helping with the cooking and such things when he isn’t working outside or at the other restaurant, though he doesn’t interact with them much.
Merabelle watches them from the forest nearby, wondering if it really is them. Worry covers her face, and fills her eyes.
Helios mutters to himself and his rabbit, nibbling on some blueberry pancakes.
Olivers eyes are clear, his staff raised. Golden sparks fly from the gemstone.
Rag smiles at them, passing them a bottle is syrup and a bottle of honey “Hello again. If you want these.”
Merabelle walks over to them, but doesn’t do much other than make herself known as to not break their concentration.
He hisses as he gets closer.
Olivers gem in his staff explodes, sending him flying.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Helios is sitting inside the Inn with Toast, his rabbit. He is holding him close to try and stem his anxiety.
Oliver is sitting outside weaving a spell in the meadow. The fabric of space rippling before him.
Rag is at the Inn, sitting in the kitchen, helping with the cooking and such things when he isn’t working outside or at the other restaurant, though he doesn’t interact with them much.
Merabelle watches them from the forest nearby, wondering if it really is them. Worry covers her face, and fills her eyes.
Helios mutters to himself and his rabbit, nibbling on some blueberry pancakes.
Olivers eyes are clear, his staff raised. Golden sparks fly from the gemstone.
Rag smiles at them, passing them a bottle is syrup and a bottle of honey “Hello again. If you want these.”
Merabelle walks over to them, but doesn’t do much other than make herself known as to not break their concentration.
He hisses as he gets closer.
Olivers gem in his staff explodes, sending him flying.
“You fear something that isn’t coming. That isn’t righteous fear, that’s paranoia.”
Merabelle gasps and breaks into a sprint in her dress, trying to catch up and get them out of the air.
*I am okay. I managed to somehow stab my thumb this morning and have gone through two bandaids now filled with my crimson life essence. Other than that I am well.*
*How're you?*
*Oh goodness, are you doing okay?*
*I'm fine, still stuck inside due to Auril's wrath*
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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.
Helios is sitting inside the Inn with Toast, his rabbit. He is holding him close to try and stem his anxiety.
Oliver is sitting outside weaving a spell in the meadow. The fabric of space rippling before him.
Rag is at the Inn, sitting in the kitchen, helping with the cooking and such things when he isn’t working outside or at the other restaurant, though he doesn’t interact with them much.
Merabelle watches them from the forest nearby, wondering if it really is them. Worry covers her face, and fills her eyes.
Helios mutters to himself and his rabbit, nibbling on some blueberry pancakes.
Olivers eyes are clear, his staff raised. Golden sparks fly from the gemstone.
Rag smiles at them, passing them a bottle is syrup and a bottle of honey “Hello again. If you want these.”
Merabelle walks over to them, but doesn’t do much other than make herself known as to not break their concentration.
He hisses as he gets closer.
Olivers gem in his staff explodes, sending him flying.
“You fear something that isn’t coming. That isn’t righteous fear, that’s paranoia.”
Merabelle gasps and breaks into a sprint in her dress, trying to catch up and get them out of the air.
He clenches his amulet, teeth bared.
Oliver is seemingly unconscious as he falls.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Helios is sitting inside the Inn with Toast, his rabbit. He is holding him close to try and stem his anxiety.
Oliver is sitting outside weaving a spell in the meadow. The fabric of space rippling before him.
Rag is at the Inn, sitting in the kitchen, helping with the cooking and such things when he isn’t working outside or at the other restaurant, though he doesn’t interact with them much.
Merabelle watches them from the forest nearby, wondering if it really is them. Worry covers her face, and fills her eyes.
Helios mutters to himself and his rabbit, nibbling on some blueberry pancakes.
Olivers eyes are clear, his staff raised. Golden sparks fly from the gemstone.
Rag smiles at them, passing them a bottle is syrup and a bottle of honey “Hello again. If you want these.”
Merabelle walks over to them, but doesn’t do much other than make herself known as to not break their concentration.
He hisses as he gets closer.
Olivers gem in his staff explodes, sending him flying.
“You fear something that isn’t coming. That isn’t righteous fear, that’s paranoia.”
Merabelle gasps and breaks into a sprint in her dress, trying to catch up and get them out of the air.
He clenches his amulet, teeth bared.
Oliver is seemingly unconscious as he falls.
“I do not want to harm you, nor take your things. I will not force you to trust me, words carry far less weight than actions anyway.” He smiles at them, as well as the rabbit.
She catches them, cradling them in her arms and casting any healing spell she can.
*How are you doing?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Welp, looks like I’m awake again, it is what it is.*
*morning. I don't wanna be awake.*
Theren is unhappily studying in the library. Piles of rune books surround him.
Helios is sitting inside the Inn with Toast, his rabbit. He is holding him close to try and stem his anxiety.
Oliver is sitting outside weaving a spell in the meadow. The fabric of space rippling before him.
Phoenix is making a scrapbook for his husband. Photos surround him with so many memories held in them.
Henry is foraging for some food near his encampment in the woods. He holds some blackberries in his hands, examining them.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Rag is at the Inn, sitting in the kitchen, helping with the cooking and such things when he isn’t working outside or at the other restaurant, though he doesn’t interact with them much.
Merabelle watches them from the forest nearby, wondering if it really is them. Worry covers her face, and fills her eyes.
*Not the correct answer but I'll allow it.*
*I am okay. I managed to somehow stab my thumb this morning and have gone through two bandaids now filled with my crimson life essence. Other than that I am well.*
*How're 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
Helios mutters to himself and his rabbit, nibbling on some blueberry pancakes.
Olivers eyes are clear, his staff raised. Golden sparks fly from the gemstone.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Rag smiles at them, passing them a bottle is syrup and a bottle of honey “Hello again. If you want these.”
Merabelle walks over to them, but doesn’t do much other than make herself known as to not break their concentration.
*Hi Wendigo*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He hisses as he gets closer.
Olivers gem in his staff explodes, sending him flying.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Yod enters the inn, several dead boughs held under his arm.
Thirteen, having detected the distortion, is watching from a safe distance.
Loriche is nearby, seemingly scavenging for something.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“You fear something that isn’t coming. That isn’t righteous fear, that’s paranoia.”
Merabelle gasps and breaks into a sprint in her dress, trying to catch up and get them out of the air.
*Oh goodness, are you doing okay?*
*I'm fine, still stuck inside due to Auril's wrath*
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 doesn't notice them, nibbling on a blueberry pancake.
The gem in Olivers staff explodes, sending him flying.
Henry watches her out of the corner of his eye
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He clenches his amulet, teeth bared.
Oliver is seemingly unconscious as he falls.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Yod sits next to you and begins whittling, apparently not noticing you.
Thirteen quickly casts levitate on you, preventing you from colliding with the earth.
She looks up and waves at you cheerily.
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 IS THREE DEGREES OUTSIDE-*
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
*is yod part of any draconic ancestry?*
He sniffs at them, still nibbling on his pancake.
Oliver is seemingly unconscious.
Henry gives a small wave back, the older fellow slightly confused.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I do not want to harm you, nor take your things. I will not force you to trust me, words carry far less weight than actions anyway.” He smiles at them, as well as the rabbit.
She catches them, cradling them in her arms and casting any healing spell she can.
*Oh dear. Stay warm ok?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I'm lucky. I've got seven.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.