*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.
Oliver looks at them, one eye cloudy. "Hello Father.."
He holds his rabbit, Toast, close to his chest.
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*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.
Oliver looks at them, one eye cloudy. "Hello Father.."
He holds his rabbit, Toast, close to his chest.
"How're you?" he asks, folding his hands in his lap.
"I suggest you run child.. Its not safe out here."
*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.
Oliver looks at them, one eye cloudy. "Hello Father.."
He holds his rabbit, Toast, close to his chest.
"How're you?" he asks, folding his hands in his lap.
"I suggest you run child.. Its not safe out here."
"Im alright.." he mumbles.
Helios is petrified, trembling violently.
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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.
*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.
Oliver looks at them, one eye cloudy. "Hello Father.."
He holds his rabbit, Toast, close to his chest.
"How're you?" he asks, folding his hands in his lap.
"I suggest you run child.. Its not safe out here."
"Im alright.." he mumbles.
Helios is petrified, trembling violently.
"I find that hard to believe seeing what lies in your hands." He said.
“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.*
"Burned by home...killed my family..."
He looks at them. "My staff..."
"Ah okay. Names Henry by the way."
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Rio follows as fast as he can.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Oliver looks at them, one eye cloudy. "Hello Father.."
He holds his rabbit, Toast, close to his chest.
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"Helios."
"Okay..."
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“Good mornin’, my love. Are ya enjoyin’ yer meal?” He says with the slightest tinge of jealousy, though he smiles back at them.
She is quick, slightly quicker than him, and heading straight for the ocean.
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 nods “Nice to meet you Helios. What caused your fear of dragons?”
She takes them to the cave, laying them down on her bed, tucking them in and kissing their forehead.
"How're you?" he asks, folding his hands in his lap.
"I suggest you run child.. Its not safe out here."
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
"Burned my home...killed my family.."
Oliver instantly goes to sleep
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
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"Oh. Well if that were me I'd be mad at the dragons that did the deed specifically and not use it as a basis for future bias." He says nonchalantly.
Thirteen stands. "Worry not about it. It's merely an object, and objects can be fixed or replaced."
"Loriche!" She offers a handshake.
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 am not.. His flesh is rotted with disgusting tinges of hate and drugs." He sighs, fixing his mask.
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
"Im alright.." he mumbles.
Helios is petrified, trembling violently.
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"Do you think that all dragons are different, Hexblood?" he asks.
"But..."
He shakes her hand with his own caulossed one.
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"I find that hard to believe seeing what lies in your hands." He said.
TH sighs and goes back to his food.
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
"Oh come on!" He begins dashing at his absolute limit, trying to catch her.
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 nods along with them “Hmm, and you think I would do something just as bad? I don’t blame you for the thought.”
Merabelle begins trying to keep her mind off of worrying about them while they sleep.
After a moment or two, they are at the ocean. Without even thinking, Stroth skids off the side of cliff, falling into the dark waters below.
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
“Unfortunate. Maybe ya should just burn it then. How’re ya doin’ taday?” He asks, walking over to them, looking down at the body.
*Jobah?*
"I was practicing magic..."
"H-h-he was just a young man..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
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