Leos throat contorts to speak their language. "Speak." he says, dimming down the flames.
He rubs against her happily
"I... I'll try to see how much time you have."
A gutteral voice, disgusting even in speech comes out "The new god shall claim this world. Anastasia has seen, and soon, you will see." He stabs himself in the chest.
She smiles down at them, "This lil fella got a name?"
"Thank you Tim."
Leo grabs their knife. "Oh no no no. Your going out my way." he then grabs the sides of their head and burns them slowly through his skull.
He shakes his head
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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.
Carrion sprawls languidly in the thick, gnarled branches of a sprawling oak tree. His elongated, fleshy, worm-like form hangs casually over the branches, while his middle section is tightly coiled around the sturdy trunk, providing a solid anchor against potential slips. Resting comfortably on a broad limb, he is engrossed in a weathered book titled “How to Master Your Emotions.” The mask that conceals his features is eerily blank, resembling a smooth, expressionless human face. He is draped in black robes that cascade down over his grotesquely fatty body.
Heath stares at them from some bushes.
*Also, can theren and lore interact?*
Carrion doesn't seem to notice them, busy with his book.
Lore is asleep in her and Theren's shared room.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Carrion sprawls languidly in the thick, gnarled branches of a sprawling oak tree. His elongated, fleshy, worm-like form hangs casually over the branches, while his middle section is tightly coiled around the sturdy trunk, providing a solid anchor against potential slips. Resting comfortably on a broad limb, he is engrossed in a weathered book titled “How to Master Your Emotions.” The mask that conceals his features is eerily blank, resembling a smooth, expressionless human face. He is draped in black robes that cascade down over his grotesquely fatty body.
Uzui was going for a walk when he seems them, happily waving over to them when he sees the book, some kind of bloody ectoplasm covers his hands as he walks over "Carrion, are you doing better?"
Carrion looks up from his book and nods "I am. How're you?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Carrion sprawls languidly in the thick, gnarled branches of a sprawling oak tree. His elongated, fleshy, worm-like form hangs casually over the branches, while his middle section is tightly coiled around the sturdy trunk, providing a solid anchor against potential slips. Resting comfortably on a broad limb, he is engrossed in a weathered book titled “How to Master Your Emotions.” The mask that conceals his features is eerily blank, resembling a smooth, expressionless human face. He is draped in black robes that cascade down over his grotesquely fatty body.
Heath stares at them from some bushes.
*Also, can theren and lore interact?*
Carrion doesn't seem to notice them, busy with his book.
Lore is asleep in her and Theren's shared room.
He sends his mage hand to slowly grab the book.
Theren stumbles inside, wiping blood from his lips. He smiles when he sees her.
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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.
Carrion sprawls languidly in the thick, gnarled branches of a sprawling oak tree. His elongated, fleshy, worm-like form hangs casually over the branches, while his middle section is tightly coiled around the sturdy trunk, providing a solid anchor against potential slips. Resting comfortably on a broad limb, he is engrossed in a weathered book titled “How to Master Your Emotions.” The mask that conceals his features is eerily blank, resembling a smooth, expressionless human face. He is draped in black robes that cascade down over his grotesquely fatty body.
Uzui was going for a walk when he seems them, happily waving over to them when he sees the book, some kind of bloody ectoplasm covers his hands as he walks over "Carrion, are you doing better?"
Carrion looks up from his book and nods "I am. How're you?"
"Bored, but I'm always bored." He walks over and sits down next to them, smiling "I'm happy to hear you're feeling better."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Carrion sprawls languidly in the thick, gnarled branches of a sprawling oak tree. His elongated, fleshy, worm-like form hangs casually over the branches, while his middle section is tightly coiled around the sturdy trunk, providing a solid anchor against potential slips. Resting comfortably on a broad limb, he is engrossed in a weathered book titled “How to Master Your Emotions.” The mask that conceals his features is eerily blank, resembling a smooth, expressionless human face. He is draped in black robes that cascade down over his grotesquely fatty body.
Heath stares at them from some bushes.
*Also, can theren and lore interact?*
Carrion doesn't seem to notice them, busy with his book.
Lore is asleep in her and Theren's shared room.
He sends his mage hand to slowly grab the book.
Theren stumbles inside, wiping blood from his lips. He smiles when he sees her.
Carrion notices the hand once it's within 2 feet of him and snaps his head around "What are you doing?"
Lore wakes up instantly, the sound of movement waking her. "Theren?" she says groggily, rubbing her eyes.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Carrion sprawls languidly in the thick, gnarled branches of a sprawling oak tree. His elongated, fleshy, worm-like form hangs casually over the branches, while his middle section is tightly coiled around the sturdy trunk, providing a solid anchor against potential slips. Resting comfortably on a broad limb, he is engrossed in a weathered book titled “How to Master Your Emotions.” The mask that conceals his features is eerily blank, resembling a smooth, expressionless human face. He is draped in black robes that cascade down over his grotesquely fatty body.
Uzui was going for a walk when he seems them, happily waving over to them when he sees the book, some kind of bloody ectoplasm covers his hands as he walks over "Carrion, are you doing better?"
Carrion looks up from his book and nods "I am. How're you?"
"Bored, but I'm always bored." He walks over and sits down next to them, smiling "I'm happy to hear you're feeling better."
They slither downwards from the tree and sit beside Uzui "May I ask you a question?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Carrion sprawls languidly in the thick, gnarled branches of a sprawling oak tree. His elongated, fleshy, worm-like form hangs casually over the branches, while his middle section is tightly coiled around the sturdy trunk, providing a solid anchor against potential slips. Resting comfortably on a broad limb, he is engrossed in a weathered book titled “How to Master Your Emotions.” The mask that conceals his features is eerily blank, resembling a smooth, expressionless human face. He is draped in black robes that cascade down over his grotesquely fatty body.
Heath stares at them from some bushes.
*Also, can theren and lore interact?*
Carrion doesn't seem to notice them, busy with his book.
Lore is asleep in her and Theren's shared room.
He sends his mage hand to slowly grab the book.
Theren stumbles inside, wiping blood from his lips. He smiles when he sees her.
Carrion notices the hand once it's within 2 feet of him and snaps his head around "What are you doing?"
Lore wakes up instantly, the sound of movement waking her. "Theren?" she says groggily, rubbing her eyes.
"I...ah..." he stammers
"Hey honey..." he says, sitting down on the bed.
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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.
Carrion sprawls languidly in the thick, gnarled branches of a sprawling oak tree. His elongated, fleshy, worm-like form hangs casually over the branches, while his middle section is tightly coiled around the sturdy trunk, providing a solid anchor against potential slips. Resting comfortably on a broad limb, he is engrossed in a weathered book titled “How to Master Your Emotions.” The mask that conceals his features is eerily blank, resembling a smooth, expressionless human face. He is draped in black robes that cascade down over his grotesquely fatty body.
Uzui was going for a walk when he seems them, happily waving over to them when he sees the book, some kind of bloody ectoplasm covers his hands as he walks over "Carrion, are you doing better?"
Carrion looks up from his book and nods "I am. How're you?"
"Bored, but I'm always bored." He walks over and sits down next to them, smiling "I'm happy to hear you're feeling better."
They slither downwards from the tree and sit beside Uzui "May I ask you a question?"
He begins clinging his hands, looking over to them, "I wouldn't be able to stop you, and I can promise I will answer, but sure."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Carrion sprawls languidly in the thick, gnarled branches of a sprawling oak tree. His elongated, fleshy, worm-like form hangs casually over the branches, while his middle section is tightly coiled around the sturdy trunk, providing a solid anchor against potential slips. Resting comfortably on a broad limb, he is engrossed in a weathered book titled “How to Master Your Emotions.” The mask that conceals his features is eerily blank, resembling a smooth, expressionless human face. He is draped in black robes that cascade down over his grotesquely fatty body.
*Could Atticus interact with this and Luciano?*
Atticus climbs up to the top and lays on Carrion. "Hey, big guy. I've been reading up on your history. It's a shame I've sworn off genocide for being too random and prejudicial."
There is a life-sized (9 feet tall) statue of Atticus Gorta in his iconic demon form sitting in the middle of the Church of Morgana.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Carrion sprawls languidly in the thick, gnarled branches of a sprawling oak tree. His elongated, fleshy, worm-like form hangs casually over the branches, while his middle section is tightly coiled around the sturdy trunk, providing a solid anchor against potential slips. Resting comfortably on a broad limb, he is engrossed in a weathered book titled “How to Master Your Emotions.” The mask that conceals his features is eerily blank, resembling a smooth, expressionless human face. He is draped in black robes that cascade down over his grotesquely fatty body.
Heath stares at them from some bushes.
*Also, can theren and lore interact?*
Carrion doesn't seem to notice them, busy with his book.
Lore is asleep in her and Theren's shared room.
He sends his mage hand to slowly grab the book.
Theren stumbles inside, wiping blood from his lips. He smiles when he sees her.
Carrion notices the hand once it's within 2 feet of him and snaps his head around "What are you doing?"
Lore wakes up instantly, the sound of movement waking her. "Theren?" she says groggily, rubbing her eyes.
"I...ah..." he stammers
"Hey honey..." he says, sitting down on the bed.
He tilts his head, waiting for an answer.
"You okay?" She mumbles.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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"Thank you Tim."
Leo grabs their knife. "Oh no no no. Your going out my way." he then grabs the sides of their head and burns them slowly through his skull.
He shakes his head
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Carrion doesn't seem to notice them, busy with his book.
Lore is asleep in her and Theren's shared room.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Carrion looks up from his book and nods "I am. How're you?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He sends his mage hand to slowly grab the book.
Theren stumbles inside, wiping blood from his lips. He smiles when he sees her.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He tries to diagnose how long they have.
You know how Scorpion's head explodes into flames, yeah that happens to him, and he just laughs as he dies. Ana looks over to them, scared, shaking.
"Well, do ya wanna give him a name?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Bored, but I'm always bored." He walks over and sits down next to them, smiling "I'm happy to hear you're feeling better."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
about 45 years, but he will be dealing with coughing up blood and random blackouts.
Leos flames die down as he frees her. "Honey..."
He shakes his head
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Carrion notices the hand once it's within 2 feet of him and snaps his head around "What are you doing?"
Lore wakes up instantly, the sound of movement waking her. "Theren?" she says groggily, rubbing her eyes.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
They slither downwards from the tree and sit beside Uzui "May I ask you a question?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He sighs, happy he has some time "You aren't going to die for a while, but you are going to be dealing with sickness."
She clings to them, going through another one panic attack, crying as she seems to have recognized them.
"Ya are allowed to speak, Heath. It's okay."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I...ah..." he stammers
"Hey honey..." he says, sitting down on the bed.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He begins clinging his hands, looking over to them, "I wouldn't be able to stop you, and I can promise I will answer, but sure."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Lovely..."
"Shhhhh shhhhhh..." he whispers
"I know..i just dont have much to say."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"N-no... its still pretty bad actually."
She calms down, sitting at their legs, the smoke stopping from her.
"Sometimes ya don't need ta say anythin'. Breakfast is ready."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Could Atticus interact with this and Luciano?*
Atticus climbs up to the top and lays on Carrion. "Hey, big guy. I've been reading up on your history. It's a shame I've sworn off genocide for being too random and prejudicial."
There is a life-sized (9 feet tall) statue of Atticus Gorta in his iconic demon form sitting in the middle of the Church of Morgana.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"How bad...?"
He picks her up and carries her home.
"Okay..." he says, packing up his case as the spirit vanishes. He holds onto the hem of her shirt as he walks with her
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Blackouts and bleeding for 45 years bad."
She continues to shiver in their arms, closing her eyes.
She holds the top of their head, comfortingly before leading them inside and to the dinner table with everyone else.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"That aint too bad."
"Its okay hon..." he says softly, setting her down in bed.
He sits near Oliver the two quietly bonded over their magic powers
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Let me see." He checks for anything else.
She curls up into the bed, pulling them into the bed with her, holding her close.
She smiles at the two bonding, setting out breakfast for everyone.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He tilts his head, waiting for an answer.
"You okay?" She mumbles.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]