“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.
He cradles Toast closer, still glaring.
Oliver groans in pain, the burn and scorch marks on his face fading.
He tilts his head “What does that little bunny of yours think?” He casts Speak with Animals, and asks them.
Tears begin to glisten in her eyes as she hugs them tightly to her chest, rubbing their back.
The rabbit speaks calmly. "They fear dragons. Bad experiences."
"Momma...?"
He nods with their word, turning back to them “I am sorry for what you have been through. I swear I am not the same.”
“It’s okay now lil Oliver. Momma Merabelle got ya safe in her arms.” She says, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"how can I be so sure..." the druid hisses.
He nods
“You can’t be, and that’s what makes trust so valuable.” He says with a smile.
She just holds them there for a moment before wiping away her tears “Don’t scare me like that, okay?”
*Here are characters for folks because I don't feel like picking today.*
*Sorry to everyone that affects*
Samaritan is outside, gutting some deer. There appear to be five of them in total, their guts going into one massive bucket while another holds their bodies.
Father Luciano is inside the church, humming to himself as he sweeps the area.
TH is devouring the body of a young man, ripping into his flesh like a hungry dog.
*Here are characters for folks because I don't feel like picking today.*
*Sorry to everyone that affects*
Samaritan is outside, gutting some deer. There appear to be five of them in total, their guts going into one massive bucket while another holds their bodies.
Father Luciano is inside the church, humming to himself as he sweeps the area.
TH is devouring the body of a young man, ripping into his flesh like a hungry dog.
Oliver walks into the church, holding his broken wizards staff limply in his hand.
Helios comes across this and squeaks in fear.
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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.
“No no, even if you were, I wouldn’t hold it against you. Has anything happened to you since then?”
He raises an eyebrow before laughing “Good to know I’m not one of the only elderly around here.”
“Nnnnot really. Aside from this guy John who I think’s been trying to flirt with me, but…”
She scoffs. “Pffft. Elderly? If I was elderly, I couldn’t break huge rocks against my face or split meter-thick trunks with my bare hands.”
She looks surprised for a moment, raising an eyebrow “I… Do you mean the armored guy with the greatsword? I wouldn’t expect you to be his type.”
He chuckles that, leaning against his sword “Really? I wouldn’t say age doesn’t stop anyone from doing spectacular things. After all, I’m very, very old, and I’d say I’m still no pushover.”
“Yeah, it is a bit strange. And he’s not mine either. But that’s for reasons outside his control…”
“Yeah, and that’s why I’m sayin’ I don’t like that title. It implies I’m feeble. And the absolute last thing I am is feeble.”
She shrugs “Hey, he’s not a terrible guy, or at least he doesn’t try to be, I say you just shoot him down and let him move on with his life.”
“I would say the last you are is unarmored, but maybe I’m wrong.” He says with a chuckle, sheathing his blade once more “You certainly don’t seem feeble.”
*If you want to continue Jobah, we could start something new if you want.*
*Here are characters for folks because I don't feel like picking today.*
*Sorry to everyone that affects*
Samaritan is outside, gutting some deer. There appear to be five of them in total, their guts going into one massive bucket while another holds their bodies.
Father Luciano is inside the church, humming to himself as he sweeps the area.
TH is devouring the body of a young man, ripping into his flesh like a hungry dog.
Oliver walks into the church, holding his broken wizards staff limply in his hand.
Helios comes across this and squeaks in fear.
Luciano walks over and sits beside him "Hello my son."
TH snaps his head around and bares crooked, elongated teeth at them.
He looks up, putting down his pancake. "Sorry..."
Oliver groans in pain.
"Ah...well...bout that..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Do you want anyone specific?*
*here ya go*
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.
*oh sweet*
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 can’t be, and that’s what makes trust so valuable.” He says with a smile.
She just holds them there for a moment before wiping away her tears “Don’t scare me like that, okay?”
Riotan is desperately trying to locate Stroth amid the dead trees.
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're alright. I just wanted to know what about me had such an appealing odor."
"...any better?" Thirteen carefully lifts one of Oliver's eyelids to check if the explosion damaged his vision.
"Yeah?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
His glare softens as he goes back nibbling on his pancake.
"Im sorry mom..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Here are characters for folks because I don't feel like picking today.*
*Sorry to everyone that affects*
Samaritan is outside, gutting some deer. There appear to be five of them in total, their guts going into one massive bucket while another holds their bodies.
Father Luciano is inside the church, humming to himself as he sweeps the area.
TH is devouring the body of a young man, ripping into his flesh like a hungry dog.
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 thought I smelled dragon..."
He nods, his eye slightly cloudy.
"Used it for my shelter."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She seems to have left a trail of destruction behind. Tree's, rocks, the ground, all of it shattered and rendered broken.
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
*Nah this is all good.*
Grimes watches from not too far away, smiling softly at them as flesh is torn from the body, looking at it affectionately.
Oliver walks into the church, holding his broken wizards staff limply in his hand.
Helios comes across this and squeaks in fear.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He chuckles and continue to work the kitchen, unable to move much around, being a giant and all.
“It’s… it’s okay… it’s okay…”
He feeds his rabbit a carrot.
He hugs her tightly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"And what's so wrong with dragons."
"Hm. Things might look a bit pale for a week or so, but there shouldn't be any permanent damage."
"Oh that's okay. I'd never be upset about a neighbor being safe in the cold."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*If you want to continue Jobah, we could start something new if you want.*
TH pulls away from the flesh, wiping his mouth off. He licks his lips and turns to them "Oh, good morning Grimes."
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
Luciano walks over and sits beside him "Hello my son."
TH snaps his head around and bares crooked, elongated teeth at them.
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 it okay if I know your name? At the very least.”
She picks them up, walking towards the cave “We’re gonna go home now. Okay?”