*Good morning. Spring has decided to kick me in the face and cause me bad allergies this morning so im running on Benadryl right now. bleh.*
Oval is outside. She is asleep in a hammock tied between two willow tree's by the water. Crystals made from materialized psychic energy grow from the ground in big clusters are give off a calming aura.
Jack is outside, in the graveyard. He is talking to a wraith about its death while writing his his notes about it. The wraith looks like a woman dressed in thick hides and wooden armor. She carries an axe in one hand while her helmet obscures her face.
Czalor is outside, dressed in thick robes to block out the sun, watching his flesh golem creations eat a human while it was still alive. He takes notes in his spellbook while watching his creation destroy a life.
*Good morning. Spring has decided to kick me in the face and cause me bad allergies this morning so im running on Benadryl right now. bleh.*
Oval is outside. She is asleep in a hammock tied between two willow tree's by the water. Crystals made from materialized psychic energy grow from the ground in big clusters are give off a calming aura.
Jack is outside, in the graveyard. He is talking to a wraith about its death while writing his his notes about it. The wraith looks like a woman dressed in thick hides and wooden armor. She carries an axe in one hand while her helmet obscures her face.
Czalor is outside, dressed in thick robes to block out the sun, watching his flesh golem creations eat a human while it was still alive. He takes notes in his spellbook while watching his creation destroy a life.
Jack notices the Grim Sweeper stalking the dark corners of the graveyard.
*Good morning. Spring has decided to kick me in the face and cause me bad allergies this morning so im running on Benadryl right now. bleh.*
Oval is outside. She is asleep in a hammock tied between two willow tree's by the water. Crystals made from materialized psychic energy grow from the ground in big clusters are give off a calming aura.
Jack is outside, in the graveyard. He is talking to a wraith about its death while writing his his notes about it. The wraith looks like a woman dressed in thick hides and wooden armor. She carries an axe in one hand while her helmet obscures her face.
Czalor is outside, dressed in thick robes to block out the sun, watching his flesh golem creations eat a human while it was still alive. He takes notes in his spellbook while watching his creation destroy a life.
Jack notices the Grim Sweeper stalking the dark corners of the graveyard.
Jack looks over at them and raises an eyebrow and walks over. "Good morrow" he says and smiles.
*Good morning. Spring has decided to kick me in the face and cause me bad allergies this morning so im running on Benadryl right now. bleh.*
Oval is outside. She is asleep in a hammock tied between two willow tree's by the water. Crystals made from materialized psychic energy grow from the ground in big clusters are give off a calming aura.
Jack is outside, in the graveyard. He is talking to a wraith about its death while writing his his notes about it. The wraith looks like a woman dressed in thick hides and wooden armor. She carries an axe in one hand while her helmet obscures her face.
Czalor is outside, dressed in thick robes to block out the sun, watching his flesh golem creations eat a human while it was still alive. He takes notes in his spellbook while watching his creation destroy a life.
Jack notices the Grim Sweeper stalking the dark corners of the graveyard.
Jack looks over at them and raises an eyebrow and walks over. "Good morrow" he says and smiles.
"Hello," he responds with a voice that seems dragged from the grave, "Why do you converse with those who have been laid to rest?"
*Good morning. Spring has decided to kick me in the face and cause me bad allergies this morning so im running on Benadryl right now. bleh.*
Oval is outside. She is asleep in a hammock tied between two willow tree's by the water. Crystals made from materialized psychic energy grow from the ground in big clusters are give off a calming aura.
Jack is outside, in the graveyard. He is talking to a wraith about its death while writing his his notes about it. The wraith looks like a woman dressed in thick hides and wooden armor. She carries an axe in one hand while her helmet obscures her face.
Czalor is outside, dressed in thick robes to block out the sun, watching his flesh golem creations eat a human while it was still alive. He takes notes in his spellbook while watching his creation destroy a life.
Jack notices the Grim Sweeper stalking the dark corners of the graveyard.
Jack looks over at them and raises an eyebrow and walks over. "Good morrow" he says and smiles.
"Hello," he responds with a voice that seems dragged from the grave, "Why do you converse with those who have been laid to rest?"
"Not every ghost is ready to be who they are just yet. I help those who are still trying to adjust to what they are now." He explains and snaps his fingers, the spellbook disappearing into thin air.
*Good morning. Spring has decided to kick me in the face and cause me bad allergies this morning so im running on Benadryl right now. bleh.*
Oval is outside. She is asleep in a hammock tied between two willow tree's by the water. Crystals made from materialized psychic energy grow from the ground in big clusters are give off a calming aura.
Jack is outside, in the graveyard. He is talking to a wraith about its death while writing his his notes about it. The wraith looks like a woman dressed in thick hides and wooden armor. She carries an axe in one hand while her helmet obscures her face.
Czalor is outside, dressed in thick robes to block out the sun, watching his flesh golem creations eat a human while it was still alive. He takes notes in his spellbook while watching his creation destroy a life.
Jack notices the Grim Sweeper stalking the dark corners of the graveyard.
Jack looks over at them and raises an eyebrow and walks over. "Good morrow" he says and smiles.
"HELLO," he responds with a voice that seems dragged from the grave, "WHY DO YOU CONVERSE WITH THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN LAID TO REST?"
"Not every ghost is ready to be who they are just yet. I help those who are still trying to adjust to what they are now." He explains and snaps his fingers, the spellbook disappearing into thin air.
*Good morning. Spring has decided to kick me in the face and cause me bad allergies this morning so im running on Benadryl right now. bleh.*
Oval is outside. She is asleep in a hammock tied between two willow tree's by the water. Crystals made from materialized psychic energy grow from the ground in big clusters are give off a calming aura.
Jack is outside, in the graveyard. He is talking to a wraith about its death while writing his his notes about it. The wraith looks like a woman dressed in thick hides and wooden armor. She carries an axe in one hand while her helmet obscures her face.
Czalor is outside, dressed in thick robes to block out the sun, watching his flesh golem creations eat a human while it was still alive. He takes notes in his spellbook while watching his creation destroy a life.
Jack notices the Grim Sweeper stalking the dark corners of the graveyard.
Jack looks over at them and raises an eyebrow and walks over. "Good morrow" he says and smiles.
"HELLO," he responds with a voice that seems dragged from the grave, "WHY DO YOU CONVERSE WITH THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN LAID TO REST?"
"Not every ghost is ready to be who they are just yet. I help those who are still trying to adjust to what they are now." He explains and snaps his fingers, the spellbook disappearing into thin air.
READY OR NOT, DEATH IS COMING TO ALL.
SO YOU ARE A THERAPIST TO THE DEAD?
"Heh. I suppose." He said with another smile. "Everyone has a story and sometimes, they dont have enough time to share it."
*Good morning. Spring has decided to kick me in the face and cause me bad allergies this morning so im running on Benadryl right now. bleh.*
Oval is outside. She is asleep in a hammock tied between two willow tree's by the water. Crystals made from materialized psychic energy grow from the ground in big clusters are give off a calming aura.
Jack is outside, in the graveyard. He is talking to a wraith about its death while writing his his notes about it. The wraith looks like a woman dressed in thick hides and wooden armor. She carries an axe in one hand while her helmet obscures her face.
Czalor is outside, dressed in thick robes to block out the sun, watching his flesh golem creations eat a human while it was still alive. He takes notes in his spellbook while watching his creation destroy a life.
Jack notices the Grim Sweeper stalking the dark corners of the graveyard.
Jack looks over at them and raises an eyebrow and walks over. "Good morrow" he says and smiles.
"HELLO," he responds with a voice that seems dragged from the grave, "WHY DO YOU CONVERSE WITH THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN LAID TO REST?"
"Not every ghost is ready to be who they are just yet. I help those who are still trying to adjust to what they are now." He explains and snaps his fingers, the spellbook disappearing into thin air.
READY OR NOT, DEATH IS COMING TO ALL.
SO YOU ARE A THERAPIST TO THE DEAD?
"Heh. I suppose." He said with another smile. "Everyone has a story and sometimes, they dont have enough time to share it."
THAT IS WHY I SAY TO LIVE YOUR LIFE. DO NOT LEAVE THE GLASS FULL WHEN YOU DIE, DRAIN THE DREDGES OF YOUR LIFE UNTIL IT IS DRY, AND THEN, LIKE ALL GREAT MEN, YOU WILL HAVE DIED OF LIVING.
*Good morning. Spring has decided to kick me in the face and cause me bad allergies this morning so im running on Benadryl right now. bleh.*
Oval is outside. She is asleep in a hammock tied between two willow tree's by the water. Crystals made from materialized psychic energy grow from the ground in big clusters are give off a calming aura.
Jack is outside, in the graveyard. He is talking to a wraith about its death while writing his his notes about it. The wraith looks like a woman dressed in thick hides and wooden armor. She carries an axe in one hand while her helmet obscures her face.
Czalor is outside, dressed in thick robes to block out the sun, watching his flesh golem creations eat a human while it was still alive. He takes notes in his spellbook while watching his creation destroy a life.
Jack notices the Grim Sweeper stalking the dark corners of the graveyard.
Jack looks over at them and raises an eyebrow and walks over. "Good morrow" he says and smiles.
"HELLO," he responds with a voice that seems dragged from the grave, "WHY DO YOU CONVERSE WITH THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN LAID TO REST?"
"Not every ghost is ready to be who they are just yet. I help those who are still trying to adjust to what they are now." He explains and snaps his fingers, the spellbook disappearing into thin air.
READY OR NOT, DEATH IS COMING TO ALL.
SO YOU ARE A THERAPIST TO THE DEAD?
"Heh. I suppose." He said with another smile. "Everyone has a story and sometimes, they dont have enough time to share it."
THAT IS WHY I SAY TO LIVE YOUR LIFE. DO NOT LEAVE THE GLASS FULL WHEN YOU DIE, DRAIN THE DREDGES OF YOUR LIFE UNTIL IT IS DRY, AND THEN, LIKE ALL GREAT MEN, YOU WILL HAVE DIED OF LIVING.
"I am my good sir. If you would've told me all the things I have today, I would've laughed at you." He says and chuckles "I have everything I could possibly want right now."
*Good morning. Spring has decided to kick me in the face and cause me bad allergies this morning so im running on Benadryl right now. bleh.*
Oval is outside. She is asleep in a hammock tied between two willow tree's by the water. Crystals made from materialized psychic energy grow from the ground in big clusters are give off a calming aura.
Jack is outside, in the graveyard. He is talking to a wraith about its death while writing his his notes about it. The wraith looks like a woman dressed in thick hides and wooden armor. She carries an axe in one hand while her helmet obscures her face.
Czalor is outside, dressed in thick robes to block out the sun, watching his flesh golem creations eat a human while it was still alive. He takes notes in his spellbook while watching his creation destroy a life.
Jack notices the Grim Sweeper stalking the dark corners of the graveyard.
Jack looks over at them and raises an eyebrow and walks over. "Good morrow" he says and smiles.
"HELLO," he responds with a voice that seems dragged from the grave, "WHY DO YOU CONVERSE WITH THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN LAID TO REST?"
"Not every ghost is ready to be who they are just yet. I help those who are still trying to adjust to what they are now." He explains and snaps his fingers, the spellbook disappearing into thin air.
READY OR NOT, DEATH IS COMING TO ALL.
SO YOU ARE A THERAPIST TO THE DEAD?
"Heh. I suppose." He said with another smile. "Everyone has a story and sometimes, they dont have enough time to share it."
THAT IS WHY I SAY TO LIVE YOUR LIFE. DO NOT LEAVE THE GLASS FULL WHEN YOU DIE, DRAIN THE DREDGES OF YOUR LIFE UNTIL IT IS DRY, AND THEN, LIKE ALL GREAT MEN, YOU WILL HAVE DIED OF LIVING.
"I am my good sir. If you would've told me all the things I have today, I would've laughed at you." He says and chuckles "I have everything I could possibly want right now."
MATERIAL POSSESSIONS ARE POINTLESS. THEY ARE LIKE VAPOR AND WILL ALWAYS PASS AWAY. MY ADVICE IS NOT TO STORE UP A HOARD THAT WILL RUST AND CRUMBLE. THERE IS MORE TO LIFE THAN THAT.
*Good morning. Spring has decided to kick me in the face and cause me bad allergies this morning so im running on Benadryl right now. bleh.*
Oval is outside. She is asleep in a hammock tied between two willow tree's by the water. Crystals made from materialized psychic energy grow from the ground in big clusters are give off a calming aura.
Jack is outside, in the graveyard. He is talking to a wraith about its death while writing his his notes about it. The wraith looks like a woman dressed in thick hides and wooden armor. She carries an axe in one hand while her helmet obscures her face.
Czalor is outside, dressed in thick robes to block out the sun, watching his flesh golem creations eat a human while it was still alive. He takes notes in his spellbook while watching his creation destroy a life.
Jack notices the Grim Sweeper stalking the dark corners of the graveyard.
Jack looks over at them and raises an eyebrow and walks over. "Good morrow" he says and smiles.
"HELLO," he responds with a voice that seems dragged from the grave, "WHY DO YOU CONVERSE WITH THOSE WHO HAVE BEEN LAID TO REST?"
"Not every ghost is ready to be who they are just yet. I help those who are still trying to adjust to what they are now." He explains and snaps his fingers, the spellbook disappearing into thin air.
READY OR NOT, DEATH IS COMING TO ALL.
SO YOU ARE A THERAPIST TO THE DEAD?
"Heh. I suppose." He said with another smile. "Everyone has a story and sometimes, they dont have enough time to share it."
THAT IS WHY I SAY TO LIVE YOUR LIFE. DO NOT LEAVE THE GLASS FULL WHEN YOU DIE, DRAIN THE DREDGES OF YOUR LIFE UNTIL IT IS DRY, AND THEN, LIKE ALL GREAT MEN, YOU WILL HAVE DIED OF LIVING.
"I am my good sir. If you would've told me all the things I have today, I would've laughed at you." He says and chuckles "I have everything I could possibly want right now."
MATERIAL POSSESSIONS ARE POINTLESS. THEY ARE LIKE VAPOR AND WILL ALWAYS PASS AWAY. MY ADVICE IS NOT TO STORE UP A HOARD THAT WILL RUST AND CRUMBLE. THERE IS MORE TO LIFE THAN THAT.
"Thats not what i meant mate" Jack says and chuckles "I have everything that my heart wants in this time. I have my profession, I have my boyfriend, I have my life that i am living. I dont need anymore." He said.
Theren looks very tense.
"Indeed."
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She hums, slowly spinning in circles
Vega nods
Theren looks up at the sky and closes his eyes.
Alric hums as he reads a scrap of paper.
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Talbot is making canvases outside.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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*Good morning. Spring has decided to kick me in the face and cause me bad allergies this morning so im running on Benadryl right now. bleh.*
Oval is outside. She is asleep in a hammock tied between two willow tree's by the water. Crystals made from materialized psychic energy grow from the ground in big clusters are give off a calming aura.
Jack is outside, in the graveyard. He is talking to a wraith about its death while writing his his notes about it. The wraith looks like a woman dressed in thick hides and wooden armor. She carries an axe in one hand while her helmet obscures her face.
Czalor is outside, dressed in thick robes to block out the sun, watching his flesh golem creations eat a human while it was still alive. He takes notes in his spellbook while watching his creation destroy a life.
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 notices the Grim Sweeper stalking the dark corners of the graveyard.
Jack looks over at them and raises an eyebrow and walks over. "Good morrow" he says and smiles.
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
"Hello," he responds with a voice that seems dragged from the grave, "Why do you converse with those who have been laid to rest?"
"Not every ghost is ready to be who they are just yet. I help those who are still trying to adjust to what they are now." He explains and snaps his fingers, the spellbook disappearing into thin air.
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
READY OR NOT, DEATH IS COMING TO ALL.
SO YOU ARE A THERAPIST TO THE DEAD?
"Heh. I suppose." He said with another smile. "Everyone has a story and sometimes, they dont have enough time to share 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
THAT IS WHY I SAY TO LIVE YOUR LIFE. DO NOT LEAVE THE GLASS FULL WHEN YOU DIE, DRAIN THE DREDGES OF YOUR LIFE UNTIL IT IS DRY, AND THEN, LIKE ALL GREAT MEN, YOU WILL HAVE DIED OF LIVING.
Talbot is painting a picture of the inn. It looks... off.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I am my good sir. If you would've told me all the things I have today, I would've laughed at you." He says and chuckles "I have everything I could possibly want right now."
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
Oval walks over to them and watches.
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
MATERIAL POSSESSIONS ARE POINTLESS. THEY ARE LIKE VAPOR AND WILL ALWAYS PASS AWAY. MY ADVICE IS NOT TO STORE UP A HOARD THAT WILL RUST AND CRUMBLE. THERE IS MORE TO LIFE THAN THAT.
It looks normal at first... then, if you really look at it, you realize that everything is made out of living flesh.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Thats not what i meant mate" Jack says and chuckles "I have everything that my heart wants in this time. I have my profession, I have my boyfriend, I have my life that i am living. I dont need anymore." He said.
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
She tilts her head "Why fleshy tavern?"
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