Cerberus is beating an angry Ternikus at Dragonchess.
Red Raven is talking to an elderly man with white clothing, a puffy beard, and a staff of lightning and thunder.
The Grim Sweeper approaches Sylvan. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? He asks.
Dub-Dub runs up. “Anything I can get for you beings?”
DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING WITH CURRY?
Sylvan looks at Dub-Dub and says, “I’ll take a pseudochicken medium rare.” He than looks up at sweeps and says, “I’m writing a letter to a *hesitation* friend.”
WHY THE HESITATION? Asks Death.
Sylvan pauses for a moment and sighs.
“I have a girlfriend, and don’t say she’ll outlive me.”
I SEE. I HAVE ALWAYS APPROVED OF LOVE, EVEN THOUGH I DO NOT COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND IT. He says as he nods his head.
“I honestly thought you’d ask who they were. I believe we’ve been making progress.”
IS IT CONSIDERED RUDE TO INQUIRE AFTER ONES LOVE LIFE?
“Depends on the circumstances. Right now asking something like that seems like an invasion of privacy.”
HMMM. INTERESTING. WHEN I SWEEP AWAY A LOVER, THEY USUALLY NEVER CEASE TO SPEAK OF THEIR LOVE FOR AWHILE. WELL, THAT IS USUALLY JUST THE ROMANTICS.
“Can you stop referring to people as a lover. It feels like you’re constricting them into a box that they can't leave. Let people be multiple things.”
OH PEOPLE CAN BE LOVERS, AS WELL AS OTHER THINGS AT THE SAME TIME. BEING JUST ONE WOULD BE A HOPELESS EXISTENCE AND THEY WOULD BE QUITE PITIFUL. I MIGHT SWEEP AWAY A LOVER, AND THEY COULD ALSO BE A DREAMER, A KILLER AND MORE. BUT NOT EVERYONE IS A LOVER AND MANY ARE LOVERS FOR AWHILE BUT THEN THEY LOSE THEIR LOVE. I HAVEN’T PROHIBITED ANYONE FROM BEING ANYTHING. BUT IF YOU WOULD RATHER ME USE DIFFERENT WORD USAGE, I SHALL.
“We really have been making progress. When we first met, you didn’t even know why mortals did things.”
MORTALS ARE STILL QUITE CONFUSING. BUT I HAVE LEARNED TO LIVE WITH THAT. Says Death.
“Now I just need to convince you to take on your dream form during a sweeping.”
The Grim Sweeper grins his permanent grin and says, IMAGINE A DARK, SKELETAL FIGURE, SMELLING OF CURRY AND WEARING AN APRON, RIDING AN ELEPHANT AND TRAILED BY A LARGE AMOUNT OF KITTENS. THAT WOULD NOT BE TAKEN WELL. He chuckles his rattling laugh of doom.
Cerberus is beating an angry Ternikus at Dragonchess.
Red Raven is talking to an elderly man with white clothing, a puffy beard, and a staff of lightning and thunder.
The Grim Sweeper approaches Sylvan. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? He asks.
Dub-Dub runs up. “Anything I can get for you beings?”
DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING WITH CURRY?
Sylvan looks at Dub-Dub and says, “I’ll take a pseudochicken medium rare.” He than looks up at sweeps and says, “I’m writing a letter to a *hesitation* friend.”
WHY THE HESITATION? Asks Death.
Sylvan pauses for a moment and sighs.
“I have a girlfriend, and don’t say she’ll outlive me.”
I SEE. I HAVE ALWAYS APPROVED OF LOVE, EVEN THOUGH I DO NOT COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND IT. He says as he nods his head.
“I honestly thought you’d ask who they were. I believe we’ve been making progress.”
IS IT CONSIDERED RUDE TO INQUIRE AFTER ONES LOVE LIFE?
“Depends on the circumstances. Right now asking something like that seems like an invasion of privacy.”
HMMM. INTERESTING. WHEN I SWEEP AWAY A LOVER, THEY USUALLY NEVER CEASE TO SPEAK OF THEIR LOVE FOR AWHILE. WELL, THAT IS USUALLY JUST THE ROMANTICS.
“Can you stop referring to people as a lover. It feels like you’re constricting them into a box that they can't leave. Let people be multiple things.”
OH PEOPLE CAN BE LOVERS, AS WELL AS OTHER THINGS AT THE SAME TIME. BEING JUST ONE WOULD BE A HOPELESS EXISTENCE AND THEY WOULD BE QUITE PITIFUL. I MIGHT SWEEP AWAY A LOVER, AND THEY COULD ALSO BE A DREAMER, A KILLER AND MORE. BUT NOT EVERYONE IS A LOVER AND MANY ARE LOVERS FOR AWHILE BUT THEN THEY LOSE THEIR LOVE. I HAVEN’T PROHIBITED ANYONE FROM BEING ANYTHING. BUT IF YOU WOULD RATHER ME USE DIFFERENT WORD USAGE, I SHALL.
“We really have been making progress. When we first met, you didn’t even know why mortals did things.”
MORTALS ARE STILL QUITE CONFUSING. BUT I HAVE LEARNED TO LIVE WITH THAT. Says Death.
“Now I just need to convince you to take on your dream form during a sweeping.”
The Grim Sweeper grins his permanent grin and says, IMAGINE A DARK, SKELETAL FIGURE, SMELLING OF CURRY AND WEARING AN APRON, RIDING AN ELEPHANT AND TRAILED BY A LARGE AMOUNT OF KITTENS. THAT WOULD NOT BE TAKEN WELL. He chuckles his rattling laugh of doom.
Sylvan laughs as well. “I guess not.” He finishes his letter and places it into a bowl of stardust. The letter sinks and disappears into the bowl.
Cerberus is beating an angry Ternikus at Dragonchess.
Red Raven is talking to an elderly man with white clothing, a puffy beard, and a staff of lightning and thunder.
The Grim Sweeper approaches Sylvan. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? He asks.
Dub-Dub runs up. “Anything I can get for you beings?”
DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING WITH CURRY?
Sylvan looks at Dub-Dub and says, “I’ll take a pseudochicken medium rare.” He than looks up at sweeps and says, “I’m writing a letter to a *hesitation* friend.”
WHY THE HESITATION? Asks Death.
Sylvan pauses for a moment and sighs.
“I have a girlfriend, and don’t say she’ll outlive me.”
I SEE. I HAVE ALWAYS APPROVED OF LOVE, EVEN THOUGH I DO NOT COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND IT. He says as he nods his head.
“I honestly thought you’d ask who they were. I believe we’ve been making progress.”
IS IT CONSIDERED RUDE TO INQUIRE AFTER ONES LOVE LIFE?
“Depends on the circumstances. Right now asking something like that seems like an invasion of privacy.”
HMMM. INTERESTING. WHEN I SWEEP AWAY A LOVER, THEY USUALLY NEVER CEASE TO SPEAK OF THEIR LOVE FOR AWHILE. WELL, THAT IS USUALLY JUST THE ROMANTICS.
“Can you stop referring to people as a lover. It feels like you’re constricting them into a box that they can't leave. Let people be multiple things.”
OH PEOPLE CAN BE LOVERS, AS WELL AS OTHER THINGS AT THE SAME TIME. BEING JUST ONE WOULD BE A HOPELESS EXISTENCE AND THEY WOULD BE QUITE PITIFUL. I MIGHT SWEEP AWAY A LOVER, AND THEY COULD ALSO BE A DREAMER, A KILLER AND MORE. BUT NOT EVERYONE IS A LOVER AND MANY ARE LOVERS FOR AWHILE BUT THEN THEY LOSE THEIR LOVE. I HAVEN’T PROHIBITED ANYONE FROM BEING ANYTHING. BUT IF YOU WOULD RATHER ME USE DIFFERENT WORD USAGE, I SHALL.
“We really have been making progress. When we first met, you didn’t even know why mortals did things.”
MORTALS ARE STILL QUITE CONFUSING. BUT I HAVE LEARNED TO LIVE WITH THAT. Says Death.
“Now I just need to convince you to take on your dream form during a sweeping.”
The Grim Sweeper grins his permanent grin and says, IMAGINE A DARK, SKELETAL FIGURE, SMELLING OF CURRY AND WEARING AN APRON, RIDING AN ELEPHANT AND TRAILED BY A LARGE AMOUNT OF KITTENS. THAT WOULD NOT BE TAKEN WELL. He chuckles his rattling laugh of doom.
Sylvan laughs as well. “I guess not.” He finishes his letter and places it into a bowl of stardust. The letter sinks and disappears I got he bowl.
Death watches the letter disappear, THAT IS AN INTERESTING FORM OF COMMUNICATION. WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE POSTAL SERVICE?
Cerberus is beating an angry Ternikus at Dragonchess.
Red Raven is talking to an elderly man with white clothing, a puffy beard, and a staff of lightning and thunder.
The Grim Sweeper approaches Sylvan. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? He asks.
Dub-Dub runs up. “Anything I can get for you beings?”
DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING WITH CURRY?
Sylvan looks at Dub-Dub and says, “I’ll take a pseudochicken medium rare.” He than looks up at sweeps and says, “I’m writing a letter to a *hesitation* friend.”
WHY THE HESITATION? Asks Death.
Sylvan pauses for a moment and sighs.
“I have a girlfriend, and don’t say she’ll outlive me.”
I SEE. I HAVE ALWAYS APPROVED OF LOVE, EVEN THOUGH I DO NOT COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND IT. He says as he nods his head.
“I honestly thought you’d ask who they were. I believe we’ve been making progress.”
IS IT CONSIDERED RUDE TO INQUIRE AFTER ONES LOVE LIFE?
“Depends on the circumstances. Right now asking something like that seems like an invasion of privacy.”
HMMM. INTERESTING. WHEN I SWEEP AWAY A LOVER, THEY USUALLY NEVER CEASE TO SPEAK OF THEIR LOVE FOR AWHILE. WELL, THAT IS USUALLY JUST THE ROMANTICS.
“Can you stop referring to people as a lover. It feels like you’re constricting them into a box that they can't leave. Let people be multiple things.”
OH PEOPLE CAN BE LOVERS, AS WELL AS OTHER THINGS AT THE SAME TIME. BEING JUST ONE WOULD BE A HOPELESS EXISTENCE AND THEY WOULD BE QUITE PITIFUL. I MIGHT SWEEP AWAY A LOVER, AND THEY COULD ALSO BE A DREAMER, A KILLER AND MORE. BUT NOT EVERYONE IS A LOVER AND MANY ARE LOVERS FOR AWHILE BUT THEN THEY LOSE THEIR LOVE. I HAVEN’T PROHIBITED ANYONE FROM BEING ANYTHING. BUT IF YOU WOULD RATHER ME USE DIFFERENT WORD USAGE, I SHALL.
“We really have been making progress. When we first met, you didn’t even know why mortals did things.”
MORTALS ARE STILL QUITE CONFUSING. BUT I HAVE LEARNED TO LIVE WITH THAT. Says Death.
“Now I just need to convince you to take on your dream form during a sweeping.”
The Grim Sweeper grins his permanent grin and says, IMAGINE A DARK, SKELETAL FIGURE, SMELLING OF CURRY AND WEARING AN APRON, RIDING AN ELEPHANT AND TRAILED BY A LARGE AMOUNT OF KITTENS. THAT WOULD NOT BE TAKEN WELL. He chuckles his rattling laugh of doom.
Sylvan laughs as well. “I guess not.” He finishes his letter and places it into a bowl of stardust. The letter sinks and disappears I got he bowl.
Death watches the letter disappear, THAT IS AN INTERESTING FORM OF COMMUNICATION. WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE POSTAL SERVICE?
“Hasn’t seemed proper to me. Most forms of communication these days can take only a few minutes while post takes months, sometimes years before a response. Frelle has also been trying to become the new goddess of communication after Velosta was killed by Scalorale during the clock catastrophe, and using communication that uses astral and starry magic helps her do that.”
Cerberus is beating an angry Ternikus at Dragonchess.
Red Raven is talking to an elderly man with white clothing, a puffy beard, and a staff of lightning and thunder.
The Grim Sweeper approaches Sylvan. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? He asks.
Dub-Dub runs up. “Anything I can get for you beings?”
DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING WITH CURRY?
Sylvan looks at Dub-Dub and says, “I’ll take a pseudochicken medium rare.” He than looks up at sweeps and says, “I’m writing a letter to a *hesitation* friend.”
WHY THE HESITATION? Asks Death.
Sylvan pauses for a moment and sighs.
“I have a girlfriend, and don’t say she’ll outlive me.”
I SEE. I HAVE ALWAYS APPROVED OF LOVE, EVEN THOUGH I DO NOT COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND IT. He says as he nods his head.
“I honestly thought you’d ask who they were. I believe we’ve been making progress.”
IS IT CONSIDERED RUDE TO INQUIRE AFTER ONES LOVE LIFE?
“Depends on the circumstances. Right now asking something like that seems like an invasion of privacy.”
HMMM. INTERESTING. WHEN I SWEEP AWAY A LOVER, THEY USUALLY NEVER CEASE TO SPEAK OF THEIR LOVE FOR AWHILE. WELL, THAT IS USUALLY JUST THE ROMANTICS.
“Can you stop referring to people as a lover. It feels like you’re constricting them into a box that they can't leave. Let people be multiple things.”
OH PEOPLE CAN BE LOVERS, AS WELL AS OTHER THINGS AT THE SAME TIME. BEING JUST ONE WOULD BE A HOPELESS EXISTENCE AND THEY WOULD BE QUITE PITIFUL. I MIGHT SWEEP AWAY A LOVER, AND THEY COULD ALSO BE A DREAMER, A KILLER AND MORE. BUT NOT EVERYONE IS A LOVER AND MANY ARE LOVERS FOR AWHILE BUT THEN THEY LOSE THEIR LOVE. I HAVEN’T PROHIBITED ANYONE FROM BEING ANYTHING. BUT IF YOU WOULD RATHER ME USE DIFFERENT WORD USAGE, I SHALL.
“We really have been making progress. When we first met, you didn’t even know why mortals did things.”
MORTALS ARE STILL QUITE CONFUSING. BUT I HAVE LEARNED TO LIVE WITH THAT. Says Death.
“Now I just need to convince you to take on your dream form during a sweeping.”
The Grim Sweeper grins his permanent grin and says, IMAGINE A DARK, SKELETAL FIGURE, SMELLING OF CURRY AND WEARING AN APRON, RIDING AN ELEPHANT AND TRAILED BY A LARGE AMOUNT OF KITTENS. THAT WOULD NOT BE TAKEN WELL. He chuckles his rattling laugh of doom.
Sylvan laughs as well. “I guess not.” He finishes his letter and places it into a bowl of stardust. The letter sinks and disappears I got he bowl.
Death watches the letter disappear, THAT IS AN INTERESTING FORM OF COMMUNICATION. WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE POSTAL SERVICE?
“Hasn’t seemed proper to me. Most forms of communication these days can take only a few minutes while post takes months, sometimes years before a response. Frelle has also been trying to become the new goddess of communication after Velosta was killed by Scalorale during the clock catastrophe, and using communication that uses astral and starry magic helps her do that.”
I KNEW A GUY WHO MADE THE POSTAL SERVICE ENTERTAINING. HE WAS QUITE A GUY, WEIRD NAME TOO.
ANWAYS, IS FRELLE…? He pauses, unsure if he is supposed to continue.
I KNEW A GUY WHO MADE THE POSTAL SERVICE AN ENTERTAINING. HE WAS QUITE A GUY, WEIRD NAME TOO. ANWAYS, IS FRELLE…
“Frelle is goddess of neutral magic, knowledge, the stars, and the hunt.“
AH, I SEE. He nods, SHE IS THE DEITY YOU HAVE PLEDGED YOURSELF TO, IS SHE NOT?
“It’s less of a pledge and more of a mutual relationship. She provides me with magic to protect my Allie’s and people, and I make sure she is never forgotten.”
I KNEW A GUY WHO MADE THE POSTAL SERVICE AN ENTERTAINING. HE WAS QUITE A GUY, WEIRD NAME TOO. ANWAYS, IS FRELLE…
“Frelle is goddess of neutral magic, knowledge, the stars, and the hunt.“
AH, I SEE. He nods, SHE IS THE DEITY YOU HAVE PLEDGED YOURSELF TO, IS SHE NOT?
“It’s less of a pledge and more of a mutual relationship. She provides me with magic to protect my Allie’s and people, and I make sure she is never forgotten.”
WHY DOESN’T SHE JUST COME DOWN TO THE EARTH? IF SHE LIVES AMONG THE PEOPLE THEN THEY WON’T FORGET SHE EXISTS.
I KNEW A GUY WHO MADE THE POSTAL SERVICE AN ENTERTAINING. HE WAS QUITE A GUY, WEIRD NAME TOO. ANWAYS, IS FRELLE…
“Frelle is goddess of neutral magic, knowledge, the stars, and the hunt.“
AH, I SEE. He nods, SHE IS THE DEITY YOU HAVE PLEDGED YOURSELF TO, IS SHE NOT?
“It’s less of a pledge and more of a mutual relationship. She provides me with magic to protect my Allie’s and people, and I make sure she is never forgotten.”
WHY DOESN’T SHE JUST COME DOWN TO THE EARTH? IF SHE LIVES AMONG THE PEOPLE THEN THEY WON’T FORGET SHE EXISTS.
“She could, but she prefers to take the form of a white wolf.” You can hear agitated howls coming from the woods, but Sylvan simply says, “Frelle wants me to stop talking about her.”
I KNEW A GUY WHO MADE THE POSTAL SERVICE AN ENTERTAINING. HE WAS QUITE A GUY, WEIRD NAME TOO. ANWAYS, IS FRELLE…
“Frelle is goddess of neutral magic, knowledge, the stars, and the hunt.“
AH, I SEE. He nods, SHE IS THE DEITY YOU HAVE PLEDGED YOURSELF TO, IS SHE NOT?
“It’s less of a pledge and more of a mutual relationship. She provides me with magic to protect my Allie’s and people, and I make sure she is never forgotten.”
WHY DOESN’T SHE JUST COME DOWN TO THE EARTH? IF SHE LIVES AMONG THE PEOPLE THEN THEY WON’T FORGET SHE EXISTS.
“She could, but she prefers to take the form of a white wolf.” You can hear agitated howls coming from the woods, but Sylvan simply says, “Frelle wants me to stop talking about her.”
If Death had eyebrows, they would be raised. SHE WANTS TO BE REMEMBERED, BUT SHE IS UNWILLING TO WALK AMONG THE PEOPLE, AND SHE DOESN’T WANT HER FOLLOWERS TO SPEAK OF HER? He shakes his head and his grin seems to widen, SO STRANGE.
I KNEW A GUY WHO MADE THE POSTAL SERVICE AN ENTERTAINING. HE WAS QUITE A GUY, WEIRD NAME TOO. ANWAYS, IS FRELLE…
“Frelle is goddess of neutral magic, knowledge, the stars, and the hunt.“
AH, I SEE. He nods, SHE IS THE DEITY YOU HAVE PLEDGED YOURSELF TO, IS SHE NOT?
“It’s less of a pledge and more of a mutual relationship. She provides me with magic to protect my Allie’s and people, and I make sure she is never forgotten.”
WHY DOESN’T SHE JUST COME DOWN TO THE EARTH? IF SHE LIVES AMONG THE PEOPLE THEN THEY WON’T FORGET SHE EXISTS.
“She could, but she prefers to take the form of a white wolf.” You can hear agitated howls coming from the woods, but Sylvan simply says, “Frelle wants me to stop talking about her.”
If Death had eyebrows, they would be raised. SHE WANTS TO BE REMEMBERED, BUT SHE IS UNWILLING TO WALK AMONG THE PEOPLE, AND SHE DOESN’T WANT HER FOLLOWERS TO SPEAK OF HER? He shakes his head and his grin seems to widen, SO STRANGE.
*I got to go*
*Bye*
“It’s more like she thinks I’m talking about her in a disrespectful tone. Which is unintentional.”
I KNEW A GUY WHO MADE THE POSTAL SERVICE AN ENTERTAINING. HE WAS QUITE A GUY, WEIRD NAME TOO. ANWAYS, IS FRELLE…
“Frelle is goddess of neutral magic, knowledge, the stars, and the hunt.“
AH, I SEE. He nods, SHE IS THE DEITY YOU HAVE PLEDGED YOURSELF TO, IS SHE NOT?
“It’s less of a pledge and more of a mutual relationship. She provides me with magic to protect my Allie’s and people, and I make sure she is never forgotten.”
WHY DOESN’T SHE JUST COME DOWN TO THE EARTH? IF SHE LIVES AMONG THE PEOPLE THEN THEY WON’T FORGET SHE EXISTS.
“She could, but she prefers to take the form of a white wolf.” You can hear agitated howls coming from the woods, but Sylvan simply says, “Frelle wants me to stop talking about her.”
If Death had eyebrows, they would be raised. SHE WANTS TO BE REMEMBERED, BUT SHE IS UNWILLING TO WALK AMONG THE PEOPLE, AND SHE DOESN’T WANT HER FOLLOWERS TO SPEAK OF HER? He shakes his head and his grin seems to widen, SO STRANGE.
*I got to go*
*Bye*
“It’s more like she thinks I’m talking about her in a disrespectful tone. Which is unintentional.”
The Grim Sweeper shakes his head, STRANGE, BUT I WILL RESPECT HER WISHES.
I KNEW A GUY WHO MADE THE POSTAL SERVICE AN ENTERTAINING. HE WAS QUITE A GUY, WEIRD NAME TOO. ANWAYS, IS FRELLE…
“Frelle is goddess of neutral magic, knowledge, the stars, and the hunt.“
AH, I SEE. He nods, SHE IS THE DEITY YOU HAVE PLEDGED YOURSELF TO, IS SHE NOT?
“It’s less of a pledge and more of a mutual relationship. She provides me with magic to protect my Allie’s and people, and I make sure she is never forgotten.”
WHY DOESN’T SHE JUST COME DOWN TO THE EARTH? IF SHE LIVES AMONG THE PEOPLE THEN THEY WON’T FORGET SHE EXISTS.
“She could, but she prefers to take the form of a white wolf.” You can hear agitated howls coming from the woods, but Sylvan simply says, “Frelle wants me to stop talking about her.”
If Death had eyebrows, they would be raised. SHE WANTS TO BE REMEMBERED, BUT SHE IS UNWILLING TO WALK AMONG THE PEOPLE, AND SHE DOESN’T WANT HER FOLLOWERS TO SPEAK OF HER? He shakes his head and his grin seems to widen, SO STRANGE.
*I got to go*
*Bye*
“It’s more like she thinks I’m talking about her in a disrespectful tone. Which is unintentional.”
The Grim Sweeper shakes his head, STRANGE, BUT I WILL RESPECT HER WISHES.
Before Sylvan could respond, Ternikus climbs out of the portal and the first thing you notice is that his leg has literally no sling. It’s just bone. He is also wearing an eyepatch and dragging a writhing ball of tentacles behind him. “I WILL TRADE YOU A DREAM CLONE POTION FOR THE GAUNTLETS OF INFINITE STRENGTH!”
The Grim Sweeper grins his permanent grin and says, IMAGINE A DARK, SKELETAL FIGURE, SMELLING OF CURRY AND WEARING AN APRON, RIDING AN ELEPHANT AND TRAILED BY A LARGE AMOUNT OF KITTENS. THAT WOULD NOT BE TAKEN WELL. He chuckles his rattling laugh of doom.
Sylvan laughs as well. “I guess not.” He finishes his letter and places it into a bowl of stardust. The letter sinks and disappears into the bowl.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Death watches the letter disappear, THAT IS AN INTERESTING FORM OF COMMUNICATION. WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE POSTAL SERVICE?
“Hasn’t seemed proper to me. Most forms of communication these days can take only a few minutes while post takes months, sometimes years before a response. Frelle has also been trying to become the new goddess of communication after Velosta was killed by Scalorale during the clock catastrophe, and using communication that uses astral and starry magic helps her do that.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
I KNEW A GUY WHO MADE THE POSTAL SERVICE ENTERTAINING. HE WAS QUITE A GUY, WEIRD NAME TOO.
ANWAYS, IS FRELLE…? He pauses, unsure if he is supposed to continue.
“Frelle is goddess of neutral magic, knowledge, the stars, and the hunt.“
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
AH, I SEE. He nods, SHE IS THE DEITY YOU HAVE PLEDGED YOURSELF TO, IS SHE NOT?
“It’s less of a pledge and more of a mutual relationship. She provides me with magic to protect my Allie’s and people, and I make sure she is never forgotten.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
WHY DOESN’T SHE JUST COME DOWN TO THE EARTH? IF SHE LIVES AMONG THE PEOPLE THEN THEY WON’T FORGET SHE EXISTS.
“She could, but she prefers to take the form of a white wolf.” You can hear agitated howls coming from the woods, but Sylvan simply says, “Frelle wants me to stop talking about her.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
If Death had eyebrows, they would be raised. SHE WANTS TO BE REMEMBERED, BUT SHE IS UNWILLING TO WALK AMONG THE PEOPLE, AND SHE DOESN’T WANT HER FOLLOWERS TO SPEAK OF HER? He shakes his head and his grin seems to widen, SO STRANGE.
*I got to go*
*Bye*
“It’s more like she thinks I’m talking about her in a disrespectful tone. Which is unintentional.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Four is opening vials while a severed hand bring them out of the briefcase
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
Alexandria is looking at the hand, curious. “Is that a crawling claw?”
"Yes"
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
“Where did you get it?”
"Somebody took my arm so I took their hand"
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
“I would’ve taken their legs. Anyways, I’m Alexandria.”
The Grim Sweeper shakes his head, STRANGE, BUT I WILL RESPECT HER WISHES.
Before Sylvan could respond, Ternikus climbs out of the portal and the first thing you notice is that his leg has literally no sling. It’s just bone. He is also wearing an eyepatch and dragging a writhing ball of tentacles behind him. “I WILL TRADE YOU A DREAM CLONE POTION FOR THE GAUNTLETS OF INFINITE STRENGTH!”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!