Carrion is outside, standing in a graveyard. He is quietly mourning the deaths of the many who have been buried here.
He is dressed in black robes that barely cover his bloated and fat-covered form. His face is covered by a mask made of carved wood resembling a humans face with a calm expression.
*Heya Wendi, we can finally rp.*
They hear the sound of someone nearby playing a string instrument while sitting in a withered tree, a mournful tune that matches the environment they are feeling at the moment.
They seem to look around for the sound for a moment before walking over to them.
They see Uzui playing the Roan, smiling down at them for a moment, “Hello there, I’m sorry we meet under such… circumstances.” He says speaking genuinely.
"Do I know you..?" Carrion asks, tilting his head "I do.. don't I?"
Carrion is outside, standing in a graveyard. He is quietly mourning the deaths of the many who have been buried here.
He is dressed in black robes that barely cover his bloated and fat-covered form. His face is covered by a mask made of carved wood resembling a humans face with a calm expression.
*Heya Wendi, we can finally rp.*
They hear the sound of someone nearby playing a string instrument while sitting in a withered tree, a mournful tune that matches the environment they are feeling at the moment.
They seem to look around for the sound for a moment before walking over to them.
They see Uzui playing the Roan, smiling down at them for a moment, “Hello there, I’m sorry we meet under such… circumstances.” He says speaking genuinely.
"Do I know you..?" Carrion asks, tilting his head "I do.. don't I?"
“Maybe you do.” He shrugs, jumping out of the tree and putting away his instrument as he bows before them, “Uzui, blade of Justice.”
Carrion is outside, standing in a graveyard. He is quietly mourning the deaths of the many who have been buried here.
He is dressed in black robes that barely cover his bloated and fat-covered form. His face is covered by a mask made of carved wood resembling a humans face with a calm expression.
*Heya Wendi, we can finally rp.*
They hear the sound of someone nearby playing a string instrument while sitting in a withered tree, a mournful tune that matches the environment they are feeling at the moment.
They seem to look around for the sound for a moment before walking over to them.
They see Uzui playing the Roan, smiling down at them for a moment, “Hello there, I’m sorry we meet under such… circumstances.” He says speaking genuinely.
"Do I know you..?" Carrion asks, tilting his head "I do.. don't I?"
“Maybe you do.” He shrugs, jumping out of the tree and putting away his instrument as he bows before them, “Uzui, blade of Justice.”
"I am Carrion.. I made you didn't I? You seem like something I would make.. or perhaps you are the work of that horrid new blood Goddess Morgana."
Carrion is outside, standing in a graveyard. He is quietly mourning the deaths of the many who have been buried here.
He is dressed in black robes that barely cover his bloated and fat-covered form. His face is covered by a mask made of carved wood resembling a humans face with a calm expression.
*Heya Wendi, we can finally rp.*
They hear the sound of someone nearby playing a string instrument while sitting in a withered tree, a mournful tune that matches the environment they are feeling at the moment.
They seem to look around for the sound for a moment before walking over to them.
They see Uzui playing the Roan, smiling down at them for a moment, “Hello there, I’m sorry we meet under such… circumstances.” He says speaking genuinely.
"Do I know you..?" Carrion asks, tilting his head "I do.. don't I?"
“Maybe you do.” He shrugs, jumping out of the tree and putting away his instrument as he bows before them, “Uzui, blade of Justice.”
"I am Carrion.. I made you didn't I? You seem like something I would make.. or perhaps you are the work of that horrid new blood Goddess Morgana."
“If you made me I must admire your handiwork, I do like who I am.” He stands back to his full height, “I have heard of you, as well as Morgana, though I do not know which of you made me.”
Carrion is outside, standing in a graveyard. He is quietly mourning the deaths of the many who have been buried here.
He is dressed in black robes that barely cover his bloated and fat-covered form. His face is covered by a mask made of carved wood resembling a humans face with a calm expression.
*Heya Wendi, we can finally rp.*
They hear the sound of someone nearby playing a string instrument while sitting in a withered tree, a mournful tune that matches the environment they are feeling at the moment.
They seem to look around for the sound for a moment before walking over to them.
They see Uzui playing the Roan, smiling down at them for a moment, “Hello there, I’m sorry we meet under such… circumstances.” He says speaking genuinely.
"Do I know you..?" Carrion asks, tilting his head "I do.. don't I?"
“Maybe you do.” He shrugs, jumping out of the tree and putting away his instrument as he bows before them, “Uzui, blade of Justice.”
"I am Carrion.. I made you didn't I? You seem like something I would make.. or perhaps you are the work of that horrid new blood Goddess Morgana."
“If you made me I must admire your handiwork, I do like who I am.” He stands back to his full height, “I have heard of you, as well as Morgana, though I do not know which of you made me.”
"I most likely made your lineage but she might've made you." He huffs and tilts his head "You are rather beautifully made though."
Carrion is outside, standing in a graveyard. He is quietly mourning the deaths of the many who have been buried here.
He is dressed in black robes that barely cover his bloated and fat-covered form. His face is covered by a mask made of carved wood resembling a humans face with a calm expression.
*Heya Wendi, we can finally rp.*
They hear the sound of someone nearby playing a string instrument while sitting in a withered tree, a mournful tune that matches the environment they are feeling at the moment.
They seem to look around for the sound for a moment before walking over to them.
They see Uzui playing the Roan, smiling down at them for a moment, “Hello there, I’m sorry we meet under such… circumstances.” He says speaking genuinely.
"Do I know you..?" Carrion asks, tilting his head "I do.. don't I?"
“Maybe you do.” He shrugs, jumping out of the tree and putting away his instrument as he bows before them, “Uzui, blade of Justice.”
"I am Carrion.. I made you didn't I? You seem like something I would make.. or perhaps you are the work of that horrid new blood Goddess Morgana."
“If you made me I must admire your handiwork, I do like who I am.” He stands back to his full height, “I have heard of you, as well as Morgana, though I do not know which of you made me.”
"I most likely made your lineage but she might've made you." He huffs and tilts his head "You are rather beautifully made though."
He smiles softly at that, “Thank you, I am honored by the thought, an eternal being such as yourself who must’ve made oh so many, thinking me a fine craft.”
"Do I know you..?" Carrion asks, tilting his head "I do.. don't I?"
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
“Maybe you do.” He shrugs, jumping out of the tree and putting away his instrument as he bows before them, “Uzui, blade of Justice.”
*You don’t know that, that’s the funny thing about death, isn’t it?*
"I am Carrion.. I made you didn't I? You seem like something I would make.. or perhaps you are the work of that horrid new blood Goddess Morgana."
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
“If you made me I must admire your handiwork, I do like who I am.” He stands back to his full height, “I have heard of you, as well as Morgana, though I do not know which of you made me.”
*I wouldn't talk to you if I knew you died by anything other than murder or natural causes.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*How ya doin, Wendi?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*So if I were to accidentally trip off a bridge or something you would be very cross with me? Guess I won’t die until after you die.*
"I most likely made your lineage but she might've made you." He huffs and tilts his head "You are rather beautifully made though."
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
*Bad migraine, one CBD gummy, hot cocoa, and working on updating my resume. I am loving the D r E a M."
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 smiles softly at that, “Thank you, I am honored by the thought, an eternal being such as yourself who must’ve made oh so many, thinking me a fine craft.”
*I don't think you should work on your resume right now. That seems like an "at your best" job.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Thirteen is making regular tea for once.
Mauric is trying to keep his mimic casserole from turning into various minerals.
Loriche is considering selling some of her smaller crafts.
Riotan is tending to Mac.
Yod is whittling.
Eito is scattering the ashes of the notebook.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They hear the sound of someone playing the Roan, more ambient music than with any real goal, playing to play, to learn more about the instrument.
He finishes brewing the cup and goes outside to listen.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Uzui is lying on the roof, playing his Roan and looking at the sky, humming with each note.
Thirteen takes a sip and looks up. "Hello!"
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 looks down to them, smiling and stops playing, “Hello there, legendary wizard Thirteen.”
"Is that my title, then? Never heard that one."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“No no, isn’t that just what you are?” He runs a hand through his hair as he hops down “I am Uzui, nice to meet you.”