"Gawain has been to other universi, and interacted with other Deaths. What have you to say to that?"
*What do you mean?*
I AM AWARE THAT THERE ARE OTHER UNIVERSES, AND THAT EACH ONE HAS ITS OWN DEATH, BUT I HAVE NEVER LEFT THIS ONE. I HAVE HAD NO NEED TO, AND I AM NEEDED HERE.
*Sorry about that. My python died a day ago and I was really upset. It felt strange roleplaying Death while mourning a death.*
"Gawain has been to other universi, and interacted with other Deaths. What have you to say to that?"
*What do you mean?*
I AM AWARE THAT THERE ARE OTHER UNIVERSES, AND THAT EACH ONE HAS ITS OWN DEATH, BUT I HAVE NEVER LEFT THIS ONE. I HAVE HAD NO NEED TO, AND I AM NEEDED HERE.
*Sorry about that. My python died a day ago and I was really upset. It felt strange roleplaying Death while mourning a death.*
Jack is curled up in his bed, in his room. His body is convulsing and shaking violently due to the curse affecting his entire form. His hawk familiar sits on the bed rail, nuzzling Jack in a concerned manner. Jack’s body shudders as he pulls the blankets close to him. Over on his desk is a polished spherical stone made from pale green jade. It radiates necromancy magic that seems to be coating Jack as well its vile grip. His skin around his neck, jawline, torso, and arms have all turned an oily black color because of it. Jack coughs for a minute before quickly sits up and runs to the bathroom, throwing up bloody bile.
Xan grumps in the rafters while sharpening his nails. He wore a long silk jacket that was designed with stitched images of hell, no shirt, baggy black pants, a pair of rose-tinted circular shades over his golden eyes, and chain-like earrings that dripped down from his ears. In the distance, the sound of people screaming as a village burned to the ground was heard. It’s clear the Incubus was acting out like a child and taking his anger out on others.
Lore is outside, chatting with a revenant friend of hers. She was wearing a nice dress sewn from beautiful white fabric and a sash made from the fur of a snowy owlbear while he was wearing corroded plate armor and a black leather cape with the hood drawn over his head, casting the face in shadows. The two seem to chat like old friends, Lore laughing at what he was saying and the revenant chuckling along. The two strolled along the lakes edge, chatting.
Jack is curled up in his bed, in his room. His body is convulsing and shaking violently due to the curse affecting his entire form. His hawk familiar sits on the bed rail, nuzzling Jack in a concerned manner. Jack’s body shudders as he pulls the blankets close to him. Over on his desk is a polished spherical stone made from pale green jade. It radiates necromancy magic that seems to be coating Jack as well its vile grip. His skin around his neck, jawline, torso, and arms have all turned an oily black color because of it. Jack coughs for a minute before quickly sits up and runs to the bathroom, throwing up bloody bile.
Xan grumps in the rafters while sharpening his nails. He wore a long silk jacket that was designed with stitched images of hell, no shirt, baggy black pants, a pair of rose-tinted circular shades over his golden eyes, and chain-like earrings that dripped down from his ears. In the distance, the sound of people screaming as a village burned to the ground was heard. It’s clear the Incubus was acting out like a child and taking his anger out on others.
Lore is outside, chatting with a revenant friend of hers. She was wearing a nice dress sewn from beautiful white fabric and a sash made from the fur of a snowy owlbear while he was wearing corroded plate armor and a black leather cape with the hood drawn over his head, casting the face in shadows. The two seem to chat like old friends, Lore laughing at what he was saying and the revenant chuckling along. The two strolled along the lakes edge, chatting.
Galax looks over concerned*Jack*
Jack looks up and notices he's being watched. He waves slowly "Mn... good morning.."
Jack is curled up in his bed, in his room. His body is convulsing and shaking violently due to the curse affecting his entire form. His hawk familiar sits on the bed rail, nuzzling Jack in a concerned manner. Jack’s body shudders as he pulls the blankets close to him. Over on his desk is a polished spherical stone made from pale green jade. It radiates necromancy magic that seems to be coating Jack as well its vile grip. His skin around his neck, jawline, torso, and arms have all turned an oily black color because of it. Jack coughs for a minute before quickly sits up and runs to the bathroom, throwing up bloody bile.
Xan grumps in the rafters while sharpening his nails. He wore a long silk jacket that was designed with stitched images of hell, no shirt, baggy black pants, a pair of rose-tinted circular shades over his golden eyes, and chain-like earrings that dripped down from his ears. In the distance, the sound of people screaming as a village burned to the ground was heard. It’s clear the Incubus was acting out like a child and taking his anger out on others.
Lore is outside, chatting with a revenant friend of hers. She was wearing a nice dress sewn from beautiful white fabric and a sash made from the fur of a snowy owlbear while he was wearing corroded plate armor and a black leather cape with the hood drawn over his head, casting the face in shadows. The two seem to chat like old friends, Lore laughing at what he was saying and the revenant chuckling along. The two strolled along the lakes edge, chatting.
Galax looks over concerned*Jack*
Jack looks up and notices he's being watched. He waves slowly "Mn... good morning.."
Jack is curled up in his bed, in his room. His body is convulsing and shaking violently due to the curse affecting his entire form. His hawk familiar sits on the bed rail, nuzzling Jack in a concerned manner. Jack’s body shudders as he pulls the blankets close to him. Over on his desk is a polished spherical stone made from pale green jade. It radiates necromancy magic that seems to be coating Jack as well its vile grip. His skin around his neck, jawline, torso, and arms have all turned an oily black color because of it. Jack coughs for a minute before quickly sits up and runs to the bathroom, throwing up bloody bile.
Xan grumps in the rafters while sharpening his nails. He wore a long silk jacket that was designed with stitched images of hell, no shirt, baggy black pants, a pair of rose-tinted circular shades over his golden eyes, and chain-like earrings that dripped down from his ears. In the distance, the sound of people screaming as a village burned to the ground was heard. It’s clear the Incubus was acting out like a child and taking his anger out on others.
Lore is outside, chatting with a revenant friend of hers. She was wearing a nice dress sewn from beautiful white fabric and a sash made from the fur of a snowy owlbear while he was wearing corroded plate armor and a black leather cape with the hood drawn over his head, casting the face in shadows. The two seem to chat like old friends, Lore laughing at what he was saying and the revenant chuckling along. The two strolled along the lakes edge, chatting.
Galax looks over concerned*Jack*
Jack looks up and notices he's being watched. He waves slowly "Mn... good morning.."
"Are you okay?"
He nods and wipes his mouth "Just a... Curse..."
Galax walks closer "need any help?"
Saridor: (obviously, he needs help)
Galax: (saridor!)
"Ill be fine" he says and stands up, coughing. He trudges over to his bed and falls onto it.
Jack is curled up in his bed, in his room. His body is convulsing and shaking violently due to the curse affecting his entire form. His hawk familiar sits on the bed rail, nuzzling Jack in a concerned manner. Jack’s body shudders as he pulls the blankets close to him. Over on his desk is a polished spherical stone made from pale green jade. It radiates necromancy magic that seems to be coating Jack as well its vile grip. His skin around his neck, jawline, torso, and arms have all turned an oily black color because of it. Jack coughs for a minute before quickly sits up and runs to the bathroom, throwing up bloody bile.
Xan grumps in the rafters while sharpening his nails. He wore a long silk jacket that was designed with stitched images of hell, no shirt, baggy black pants, a pair of rose-tinted circular shades over his golden eyes, and chain-like earrings that dripped down from his ears. In the distance, the sound of people screaming as a village burned to the ground was heard. It’s clear the Incubus was acting out like a child and taking his anger out on others.
Lore is outside, chatting with a revenant friend of hers. She was wearing a nice dress sewn from beautiful white fabric and a sash made from the fur of a snowy owlbear while he was wearing corroded plate armor and a black leather cape with the hood drawn over his head, casting the face in shadows. The two seem to chat like old friends, Lore laughing at what he was saying and the revenant chuckling along. The two strolled along the lakes edge, chatting.
Galax looks over concerned*Jack*
Jack looks up and notices he's being watched. He waves slowly "Mn... good morning.."
"Are you okay?"
He nods and wipes his mouth "Just a... Curse..."
Galax walks closer "need any help?"
Saridor: (obviously, he needs help)
Galax: (saridor!)
"Ill be fine" he says and stands up, coughing. He trudges over to his bed and falls onto it.
Saridor (you don't look fine)
Galax: "you sure?"
*Jack can hear the stuff in parentheses*
He narrows his eyes "I am fine... I just want to be alone. If you not Phoenix, then please go away..." He said and curled up in his bed
Jack is curled up in his bed, in his room. His body is convulsing and shaking violently due to the curse affecting his entire form. His hawk familiar sits on the bed rail, nuzzling Jack in a concerned manner. Jack’s body shudders as he pulls the blankets close to him. Over on his desk is a polished spherical stone made from pale green jade. It radiates necromancy magic that seems to be coating Jack as well its vile grip. His skin around his neck, jawline, torso, and arms have all turned an oily black color because of it. Jack coughs for a minute before quickly sits up and runs to the bathroom, throwing up bloody bile.
Xan grumps in the rafters while sharpening his nails. He wore a long silk jacket that was designed with stitched images of hell, no shirt, baggy black pants, a pair of rose-tinted circular shades over his golden eyes, and chain-like earrings that dripped down from his ears. In the distance, the sound of people screaming as a village burned to the ground was heard. It’s clear the Incubus was acting out like a child and taking his anger out on others.
Lore is outside, chatting with a revenant friend of hers. She was wearing a nice dress sewn from beautiful white fabric and a sash made from the fur of a snowy owlbear while he was wearing corroded plate armor and a black leather cape with the hood drawn over his head, casting the face in shadows. The two seem to chat like old friends, Lore laughing at what he was saying and the revenant chuckling along. The two strolled along the lakes edge, chatting.
Galax looks over concerned*Jack*
Jack looks up and notices he's being watched. He waves slowly "Mn... good morning.."
"Are you okay?"
He nods and wipes his mouth "Just a... Curse..."
Galax walks closer "need any help?"
Saridor: (obviously, he needs help)
Galax: (saridor!)
"Ill be fine" he says and stands up, coughing. He trudges over to his bed and falls onto it.
Saridor (you don't look fine)
Galax: "you sure?"
*Jack can hear the stuff in parentheses*
He narrows his eyes "I am fine... I just want to be alone. If you not Phoenix, then please go away..." He said and curled up in his bed
Jack is curled up in his bed, in his room. His body is convulsing and shaking violently due to the curse affecting his entire form. His hawk familiar sits on the bed rail, nuzzling Jack in a concerned manner. Jack’s body shudders as he pulls the blankets close to him. Over on his desk is a polished spherical stone made from pale green jade. It radiates necromancy magic that seems to be coating Jack as well its vile grip. His skin around his neck, jawline, torso, and arms have all turned an oily black color because of it. Jack coughs for a minute before quickly sits up and runs to the bathroom, throwing up bloody bile.
Xan grumps in the rafters while sharpening his nails. He wore a long silk jacket that was designed with stitched images of hell, no shirt, baggy black pants, a pair of rose-tinted circular shades over his golden eyes, and chain-like earrings that dripped down from his ears. In the distance, the sound of people screaming as a village burned to the ground was heard. It’s clear the Incubus was acting out like a child and taking his anger out on others.
Lore is outside, chatting with a revenant friend of hers. She was wearing a nice dress sewn from beautiful white fabric and a sash made from the fur of a snowy owlbear while he was wearing corroded plate armor and a black leather cape with the hood drawn over his head, casting the face in shadows. The two seem to chat like old friends, Lore laughing at what he was saying and the revenant chuckling along. The two strolled along the lakes edge, chatting.
Galax looks over concerned*Jack*
Jack looks up and notices he's being watched. He waves slowly "Mn... good morning.."
"Are you okay?"
He nods and wipes his mouth "Just a... Curse..."
Galax walks closer "need any help?"
Saridor: (obviously, he needs help)
Galax: (saridor!)
"Ill be fine" he says and stands up, coughing. He trudges over to his bed and falls onto it.
Saridor (you don't look fine)
Galax: "you sure?"
*Jack can hear the stuff in parentheses*
He narrows his eyes "I am fine... I just want to be alone. If you not Phoenix, then please go away..." He said and curled up in his bed
Saridor: (is phoenix his significant other)
Galax ( frustrated kobold noises at saridor)
"...." Jack's face turns red a bit "He is..."
"Sorry about saridor" Galax luaghs nervously, as a pusedodragin pops it's head out of his pack
*Decided to nerf Galax because I was getting bored*
Jack chuckles as his Hawk familar flies over and stares at the pseudodragon.
Jack is curled up in his bed, in his room. His body is convulsing and shaking violently due to the curse affecting his entire form. His hawk familiar sits on the bed rail, nuzzling Jack in a concerned manner. Jack’s body shudders as he pulls the blankets close to him. Over on his desk is a polished spherical stone made from pale green jade. It radiates necromancy magic that seems to be coating Jack as well its vile grip. His skin around his neck, jawline, torso, and arms have all turned an oily black color because of it. Jack coughs for a minute before quickly sits up and runs to the bathroom, throwing up bloody bile.
Xan grumps in the rafters while sharpening his nails. He wore a long silk jacket that was designed with stitched images of hell, no shirt, baggy black pants, a pair of rose-tinted circular shades over his golden eyes, and chain-like earrings that dripped down from his ears. In the distance, the sound of people screaming as a village burned to the ground was heard. It’s clear the Incubus was acting out like a child and taking his anger out on others.
Lore is outside, chatting with a revenant friend of hers. She was wearing a nice dress sewn from beautiful white fabric and a sash made from the fur of a snowy owlbear while he was wearing corroded plate armor and a black leather cape with the hood drawn over his head, casting the face in shadows. The two seem to chat like old friends, Lore laughing at what he was saying and the revenant chuckling along. The two strolled along the lakes edge, chatting.
Galax looks over concerned*Jack*
Jack looks up and notices he's being watched. He waves slowly "Mn... good morning.."
"Are you okay?"
He nods and wipes his mouth "Just a... Curse..."
Galax walks closer "need any help?"
Saridor: (obviously, he needs help)
Galax: (saridor!)
"Ill be fine" he says and stands up, coughing. He trudges over to his bed and falls onto it.
Saridor (you don't look fine)
Galax: "you sure?"
*Jack can hear the stuff in parentheses*
He narrows his eyes "I am fine... I just want to be alone. If you not Phoenix, then please go away..." He said and curled up in his bed
Saridor: (is phoenix his significant other)
Galax ( frustrated kobold noises at saridor)
"...." Jack's face turns red a bit "He is..."
"Sorry about saridor" Galax luaghs nervously, as a pusedodragin pops it's head out of his pack
*Decided to nerf Galax because I was getting bored*
Jack chuckles as his Hawk familar flies over and stares at the pseudodragon.
The pseudodragon chirps, and flies over to the hawk
The door slowly creaks open, and a rather interesting looking man walks in. To start with, he seems to be shirtless, instead wearing a black leather trench coat with a slight shine to it. He also has on black leather pants held up with a silver chain belt, tucked into a pair of black combat boots. Most notably, though, are his metal clawed gauntlets, also silver. His skin is surprisingly pale for someone shirtless, yet he actually has a bit of muscle, although he is just a bit toned. His oily black hair is medium length and slicked back smoothly, although the ends are very wild, pointing in every which way. He has dark crimson eyes, and an old scar is set vertically on his left one, reaching from near the top of his forehead, past his eye, and ending around the middle of his cheek area. He smile widely, revealing with a glint that his teeth were unnaturally sharp for someone who seemed human.
*Reboot of an old character of mine*
Jack looks up and wipes the blood off his mouth. "Mn..." he narrows his eyes and studies him.
Sinclair, who is sitting on Molock's shoulder, watches in an interested manner.
"Gawain has been to other universi, and interacted with other Deaths. What have you to say to that?"
*What do you mean?*
I AM AWARE THAT THERE ARE OTHER UNIVERSES, AND THAT EACH ONE HAS ITS OWN DEATH, BUT I HAVE NEVER LEFT THIS ONE. I HAVE HAD NO NEED TO, AND I AM NEEDED HERE.
*Sorry about that. My python died a day ago and I was really upset. It felt strange roleplaying Death while mourning a death.*
"Well, Gawain obviously has. He's actually from another one."
*Yeah, I get that. I love animals as much as I love humans, and losing Smaug would be devastating to me.*
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She leans on him a bit more
I AM AWARE THAT THERE ARE OTHER UNIVERSES, AND THAT EACH ONE HAS ITS OWN DEATH, BUT I HAVE NEVER LEFT THIS ONE. I HAVE HAD NO NEED TO, AND I AM NEEDED HERE.
*Sorry about that. My python died a day ago and I was really upset. It felt strange roleplaying Death while mourning a death.*
*oh no. I’m so sorry.*
*evening*
add "getting stabbed" to the list of things that I don't want to happen again
"Ignorance is bliss until it's you who is being ignored" -A friend
Jack is curled up in his bed, in his room. His body is convulsing and shaking violently due to the curse affecting his entire form. His hawk familiar sits on the bed rail, nuzzling Jack in a concerned manner. Jack’s body shudders as he pulls the blankets close to him. Over on his desk is a polished spherical stone made from pale green jade. It radiates necromancy magic that seems to be coating Jack as well its vile grip. His skin around his neck, jawline, torso, and arms have all turned an oily black color because of it. Jack coughs for a minute before quickly sits up and runs to the bathroom, throwing up bloody bile.
Xan grumps in the rafters while sharpening his nails. He wore a long silk jacket that was designed with stitched images of hell, no shirt, baggy black pants, a pair of rose-tinted circular shades over his golden eyes, and chain-like earrings that dripped down from his ears. In the distance, the sound of people screaming as a village burned to the ground was heard. It’s clear the Incubus was acting out like a child and taking his anger out on others.
Lore is outside, chatting with a revenant friend of hers. She was wearing a nice dress sewn from beautiful white fabric and a sash made from the fur of a snowy owlbear while he was wearing corroded plate armor and a black leather cape with the hood drawn over his head, casting the face in shadows. The two seem to chat like old friends, Lore laughing at what he was saying and the revenant chuckling along. The two strolled along the lakes edge, chatting.
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
Jack looks up and notices he's being watched. He waves slowly "Mn... good 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
He nods and wipes his mouth "Just a... Curse..."
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
"Ill be fine" he says and stands up, coughing. He trudges over to his bed and falls onto it.
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 narrows his eyes "I am fine... I just want to be alone. If you not Phoenix, then please go away..." He said and curled up in his bed
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
"...." Jack's face turns red a bit "He 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
Jack chuckles as his Hawk familar flies over and stares at the pseudodragon.
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 fine..." he says and rolls over.
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
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
You feel necromancy magic radiating off a polished orb of pale green jade and off of Jack's skin.
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
Jack looks up and wipes the blood off his mouth. "Mn..." he narrows his eyes and studies him.
Sinclair, who is sitting on Molock's shoulder, watches in an interested manner.
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
"Well, Gawain obviously has. He's actually from another one."
*Yeah, I get that. I love animals as much as I love humans, and losing Smaug would be devastating to me.*
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The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
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