Xan was lying on the floor in the basement. He was badly beaten and bloody. Black blood stained his silken clothes. His golden eyes seemed distant as he stared at the stone floor, tracing circles in his blood. The remains of dried tears stained his cheeks. He seemed to be singing a quiet song, his voice beautiful like a god own voice. Tears seem to form again, pouring from his eyes, clear like crystal. He stood up and walked upstairs, limping, and wincing at his muscles working together to move him.
Oval is dancing outside. They seem to have a weird contraption that plays plastic discs. An upbeat song played while the axolotl-dragonborn danced around. They wore a simple long-sleeved, monk-like, shirt and brown pants. They sang along with the song.
“Well, the years start coming and they don’t stop coming! Fed to the wolves and I hit the ground running! Didn’t make sense not to live for fun. Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb. So much to do, so much to see, so what’s wrong with taking the back streets? You’ll never know if you don’t go. You’ll never shine if you don’t glow! HEY NOW! YOU’RE AN ALL STAR! GET YOUR GAME ON, GO PLAY! HEY NOW! YOU’RE A ROCK STAR! GET THE SHOW ON, GET PAYED! ALL THAT GLITTERS IS GOOOOOLD!!!”
Adder is downstairs. He is reading on the couch with a big fluffy blanket on him. The books title is blurred if anyone tries to look at. On the table beside him is a cup of tea. His arms and hands that hold the book seem to wrapped in thick bandages. He doesn’t seem to move them unless he must move a book page. Two small cats run around him. One is a large golden tabby with bright green eyes and soft fur. The other one is a small, babyish, kitten with ash grey fur and bright blue eyes. They seem to tussle with each other occasionally, playing fighting.
Adder looks over at the cats and chuckles “Mouse, Tiger. Stop yer fighting mates” he said as both cats looked up at their names and jumped on his stomach, curling up with him.
Galax walks up behind adder "watcha reading?"
"something or other" he said with a chuckle
"I know you feel like proposing to Azazel was a mistake, but from what I can see, it's the best thing for both of you"
"I feel like I forced him to say yes though" he said closing the book "I don't wanna do that to him because he didn't seem very keen on the idea"
"He was just nervous, I've talked to him, and he seems really happy about it"
"I know but the nagging side of me says I did something bad..."
"Trust me, you didn't. The only thing that you did wrong was not telling me so I couldn't get a picture "
The door of the tavern opens, but it almost seems like no one has entered. A small tiefling boy hides underneath a table while clutching a letter and a bag on his back containing the things that are precious to him. His hair is short and black, he has green eyes, and wears all brown clothing except for his boots which are splattered with mud.
The door of the tavern opens, but it almost seems like no one has entered. A small tiefling boy hides underneath a table while clutching a letter and a bag on his back containing the things that are precious to him. His hair is short and black, he has green eyes, and wears all brown clothing except for his boots which are splattered with mud.
The door of the tavern opens, but it almost seems like no one has entered. A small tiefling boy hides underneath a table while clutching a letter and a bag on his back containing the things that are precious to him. His hair is short and black, he has green eyes, and wears all brown clothing except for his boots which are splattered with mud.
The door of the tavern opens, but it almost seems like no one has entered. A small tiefling boy hides underneath a table while clutching a letter and a bag on his back containing the things that are precious to him. His hair is short and black, he has green eyes, and wears all brown clothing except for his boots which are splattered with mud.
*IS IT WHO I THUNK IT IS?*
*nah.....welllllll maybeeeee*
Cold looks over while eating breakfast and narrows his eyes
The door of the tavern opens, but it almost seems like no one has entered. A small tiefling boy hides underneath a table while clutching a letter and a bag on his back containing the things that are precious to him. His hair is short and black, he has green eyes, and wears all brown clothing except for his boots which are splattered with mud.
*IS IT WHO I THUNK IT IS?*
*nah.....welllllll maybeeeee*
Cold looks over while eating breakfast and narrows his eyes
The boy shrinks into the shadows of the table, afraid.
The door of the tavern opens, but it almost seems like no one has entered. A small tiefling boy hides underneath a table while clutching a letter and a bag on his back containing the things that are precious to him. His hair is short and black, he has green eyes, and wears all brown clothing except for his boots which are splattered with mud.
*IS IT WHO I THUNK IT IS?*
*nah.....welllllll maybeeeee*
Cold looks over while eating breakfast and narrows his eyes
The boy shrinks into the shadows of the table, afraid.
Cold gets up and walks over. He takes off his mask and smiles warmly "Hello"
The door of the tavern opens, but it almost seems like no one has entered. A small tiefling boy hides underneath a table while clutching a letter and a bag on his back containing the things that are precious to him. His hair is short and black, he has green eyes, and wears all brown clothing except for his boots which are splattered with mud.
*IS IT WHO I THUNK IT IS?*
*nah.....welllllll maybeeeee*
Cold looks over while eating breakfast and narrows his eyes
The boy shrinks into the shadows of the table, afraid.
Cold gets up and walks over. He takes off his mask and smiles warmly "Hello"
The boy clutches the letter tighter and continues to shrink back.
The door of the tavern opens, but it almost seems like no one has entered. A small tiefling boy hides underneath a table while clutching a letter and a bag on his back containing the things that are precious to him. His hair is short and black, he has green eyes, and wears all brown clothing except for his boots which are splattered with mud.
*IS IT WHO I THUNK IT IS?*
*nah.....welllllll maybeeeee*
Cold looks over while eating breakfast and narrows his eyes
The boy shrinks into the shadows of the table, afraid.
Cold gets up and walks over. He takes off his mask and smiles warmly "Hello"
The boy clutches the letter tighter and continues to shrink back.
Cold sits on the floor and doesnt move
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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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*indeed. And I'm planning to do something...interesting...*
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*Darn it, I'm just about to leave*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Dang-*
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*Welp, have a nice day!*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*You too!*
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"mnnnn" he grumps a bit
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 door of the tavern opens, but it almost seems like no one has entered. A small tiefling boy hides underneath a table while clutching a letter and a bag on his back containing the things that are precious to him. His hair is short and black, he has green eyes, and wears all brown clothing except for his boots which are splattered with mud.
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Oval appears beside him "Morning!"
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 WHO I THUNK IT IS?*
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.....welllllll maybeeeee*
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Alric smiles at her and rolls up the map. "Hello little one. Did you sleep well?"
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Cold looks over while eating breakfast and narrows his eyes
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
"Yeah, I like beds here. They are much cozy" they said, their common drifting in and out a bit. A grin on their small face. "what are you doing?"
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 boy shrinks into the shadows of the table, afraid.
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"Well, I was looking at a map for a very special place."
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Cold gets up and walks over. He takes off his mask and smiles warmly "Hello"
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
"What and where?" they ask, their ear frills wavering
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 boy clutches the letter tighter and continues to shrink back.
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"Well it's where I grew up. The Frostmadien mountains. Unfortunately I cannot live there right now."
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Cold sits on the floor and doesnt move
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