But wait... what's that noise? It sounds like... incoherent yelling...
Well, now that's quite interesting, as animalistic roaring could also be heard. Let's take the scene a bit closer, shall we?
If one was to look through the trees, deep into the woods, they could spot... a bear. A BIG bear. But... something was off... it was running straight for the tavern. Not in an attacking way, no. It was running as though trying to... shake something off...
But what could it be?
"A'M AFF TAE BATTER YE 'TILL YE'R BLUIDIN FAE ILKA PAIRT O` YER BODY, YE DUMB ANIMAL!"
Oh no. It was a short scottish person, presumably female, riding on the back of the bear's head, punching her metal-clad fists down onto its poor cranium. For some reason, she was wearing armor that almost seems... spiked? Every possible part was spiked, from her feet, to her hands, to her helmet, which covered her face. The only part of her actual body aside from armor that could be made out was a long braid of fiery orange hair streaking in the wind.
Oh. The bear was running this way. TAKE COVER!
If someone was not careful, they'd have an unconscious bear run directly into them, with a maniacally laughing scottish woman riding it, and then rolling over them in the dirt.
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But wait... what's that noise? It sounds like... incoherent yelling...
Well, now that's quite interesting, as animalistic roaring could also be heard. Let's take the scene a bit closer, shall we?
If one was to look through the trees, deep into the woods, they could spot... a bear. A BIG bear. But... something was off... it was running straight for the tavern. Not in an attacking way, no. It was running as though trying to... shake something off...
But what could it be?
"A'M AFF TAE BATTER YE 'TILL YE'R BLUIDIN FAE ILKA PAIRT O` YER BODY, YE DUMB ANIMAL!"
Oh no. It was a short scottish person, presumably female, riding on the back of the bear's head, punching her metal-clad fists down onto its poor cranium. For some reason, she was wearing armor that almost seems... spiked? Every possible part was spiked, from her feet, to her hands, to her helmet, which covered her face. The only part of her actual body aside from armor that could be made out was a long braid of fiery orange hair streaking in the wind.
Oh. The bear was running this way. TAKE COVER!
If someone was not careful, they'd have an unconscious bear run directly into them, with a maniacally laughing scottish woman riding it, and then rolling over them in the dirt.
Nora, a normal-looking human woman in a dress and wide-brimmed hat, can't get out of the way in time, so she picks up the bear and throws it in the other direction to protect her ice cream cart.
But wait... what's that noise? It sounds like... incoherent yelling...
Well, now that's quite interesting, as animalistic roaring could also be heard. Let's take the scene a bit closer, shall we?
If one was to look through the trees, deep into the woods, they could spot... a bear. A BIG bear. But... something was off... it was running straight for the tavern. Not in an attacking way, no. It was running as though trying to... shake something off...
But what could it be?
"A'M AFF TAE BATTER YE 'TILL YE'R BLUIDIN FAE ILKA PAIRT O` YER BODY, YE DUMB ANIMAL!"
Oh no. It was a short scottish person, presumably female, riding on the back of the bear's head, punching her metal-clad fists down onto its poor cranium. For some reason, she was wearing armor that almost seems... spiked? Every possible part was spiked, from her feet, to her hands, to her helmet, which covered her face. The only part of her actual body aside from armor that could be made out was a long braid of fiery orange hair streaking in the wind.
Oh. The bear was running this way. TAKE COVER!
If someone was not careful, they'd have an unconscious bear run directly into them, with a maniacally laughing scottish woman riding it, and then rolling over them in the dirt.
Kaz, who was trying to studying some silverthorn, quickly jumps out the way of the two and watches as their alchemist supplies get crushed in the process.
But wait... what's that noise? It sounds like... incoherent yelling...
Well, now that's quite interesting, as animalistic roaring could also be heard. Let's take the scene a bit closer, shall we?
If one was to look through the trees, deep into the woods, they could spot... a bear. A BIG bear. But... something was off... it was running straight for the tavern. Not in an attacking way, no. It was running as though trying to... shake something off...
But what could it be?
"A'M AFF TAE BATTER YE 'TILL YE'R BLUIDIN FAE ILKA PAIRT O` YER BODY, YE DUMB ANIMAL!"
Oh no. It was a short scottish person, presumably female, riding on the back of the bear's head, punching her metal-clad fists down onto its poor cranium. For some reason, she was wearing armor that almost seems... spiked? Every possible part was spiked, from her feet, to her hands, to her helmet, which covered her face. The only part of her actual body aside from armor that could be made out was a long braid of fiery orange hair streaking in the wind.
Oh. The bear was running this way. TAKE COVER!
If someone was not careful, they'd have an unconscious bear run directly into them, with a maniacally laughing scottish woman riding it, and then rolling over them in the dirt.
Nora, a normal-looking human woman in a dress and wide-brimmed hat, can't get out of the way in time, so she picks up the bear and throws it in the other direction to protect her ice cream cart.
*Well now that just ruins the intro :(*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
But wait... what's that noise? It sounds like... incoherent yelling...
Well, now that's quite interesting, as animalistic roaring could also be heard. Let's take the scene a bit closer, shall we?
If one was to look through the trees, deep into the woods, they could spot... a bear. A BIG bear. But... something was off... it was running straight for the tavern. Not in an attacking way, no. It was running as though trying to... shake something off...
But what could it be?
"A'M AFF TAE BATTER YE 'TILL YE'R BLUIDIN FAE ILKA PAIRT O` YER BODY, YE DUMB ANIMAL!"
Oh no. It was a short scottish person, presumably female, riding on the back of the bear's head, punching her metal-clad fists down onto its poor cranium. For some reason, she was wearing armor that almost seems... spiked? Every possible part was spiked, from her feet, to her hands, to her helmet, which covered her face. The only part of her actual body aside from armor that could be made out was a long braid of fiery orange hair streaking in the wind.
Oh. The bear was running this way. TAKE COVER!
If someone was not careful, they'd have an unconscious bear run directly into them, with a maniacally laughing scottish woman riding it, and then rolling over them in the dirt.
Kaz, who was trying to studying some silverthorn, quickly jumps out the way of the two and watches as their alchemist supplies get crushed in the process.
The bear rolls limply in the dirt, the supplies getting absolutely obliterated. Though, for some reason... it seems to be twitching? Suddenly that is explained away as the exactly 4' figure in armor from earlier rolls the bear off of her and stands up in truimph, laughing her head off. Her braid was long enough that a few inches of it dragged in the dirt behind her as she dances around the giant bear, yelling scottish insults at it in glee.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
But wait... what's that noise? It sounds like... incoherent yelling...
Well, now that's quite interesting, as animalistic roaring could also be heard. Let's take the scene a bit closer, shall we?
If one was to look through the trees, deep into the woods, they could spot... a bear. A BIG bear. But... something was off... it was running straight for the tavern. Not in an attacking way, no. It was running as though trying to... shake something off...
But what could it be?
"A'M AFF TAE BATTER YE 'TILL YE'R BLUIDIN FAE ILKA PAIRT O` YER BODY, YE DUMB ANIMAL!"
Oh no. It was a short scottish person, presumably female, riding on the back of the bear's head, punching her metal-clad fists down onto its poor cranium. For some reason, she was wearing armor that almost seems... spiked? Every possible part was spiked, from her feet, to her hands, to her helmet, which covered her face. The only part of her actual body aside from armor that could be made out was a long braid of fiery orange hair streaking in the wind.
Oh. The bear was running this way. TAKE COVER!
If someone was not careful, they'd have an unconscious bear run directly into them, with a maniacally laughing scottish woman riding it, and then rolling over them in the dirt.
Kaz, who was trying to studying some silverthorn, quickly jumps out the way of the two and watches as their alchemist supplies get crushed in the process.
The bear rolls limply in the dirt, the supplies getting absolutely obliterated. Though, for some reason... it seems to be twitching? Suddenly that is explained away as the exactly 4' figure in armor from earlier rolls the bear off of her and stands up in truimph, laughing her head off. Her braid was long enough that a few inches of it dragged in the dirt behind her as she dances around the giant bear, yelling scottish insults at it in glee.
Kaz stares down at the supplies and lets out a loud sigh. They bend down and begin to pick up broken wood and glass and metal from the ground.
But wait... what's that noise? It sounds like... incoherent yelling...
Well, now that's quite interesting, as animalistic roaring could also be heard. Let's take the scene a bit closer, shall we?
If one was to look through the trees, deep into the woods, they could spot... a bear. A BIG bear. But... something was off... it was running straight for the tavern. Not in an attacking way, no. It was running as though trying to... shake something off...
But what could it be?
"A'M AFF TAE BATTER YE 'TILL YE'R BLUIDIN FAE ILKA PAIRT O` YER BODY, YE DUMB ANIMAL!"
Oh no. It was a short scottish person, presumably female, riding on the back of the bear's head, punching her metal-clad fists down onto its poor cranium. For some reason, she was wearing armor that almost seems... spiked? Every possible part was spiked, from her feet, to her hands, to her helmet, which covered her face. The only part of her actual body aside from armor that could be made out was a long braid of fiery orange hair streaking in the wind.
Oh. The bear was running this way. TAKE COVER!
If someone was not careful, they'd have an unconscious bear run directly into them, with a maniacally laughing scottish woman riding it, and then rolling over them in the dirt.
Kaz, who was trying to studying some silverthorn, quickly jumps out the way of the two and watches as their alchemist supplies get crushed in the process.
The bear rolls limply in the dirt, the supplies getting absolutely obliterated. Though, for some reason... it seems to be twitching? Suddenly that is explained away as the exactly 4' figure in armor from earlier rolls the bear off of her and stands up in truimph, laughing her head off. Her braid was long enough that a few inches of it dragged in the dirt behind her as she dances around the giant bear, yelling scottish insults at it in glee.
Kaz stares down at the supplies and lets out a loud sigh. They bend down and begin to pick up broken wood and glass and metal from the ground.
"Tak' that, ye stupidly pure giant bear! "
After a moment of finishing her victory rounds, she eventually stops and looks around, eventually noticing the individual picking up the mess.
"Whit happened tae yer stuff? It looks extremely goosed. Did ye step oan thaim or kick thaim aroond?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
But wait... what's that noise? It sounds like... incoherent yelling...
Well, now that's quite interesting, as animalistic roaring could also be heard. Let's take the scene a bit closer, shall we?
If one was to look through the trees, deep into the woods, they could spot... a bear. A BIG bear. But... something was off... it was running straight for the tavern. Not in an attacking way, no. It was running as though trying to... shake something off...
But what could it be?
"A'M AFF TAE BATTER YE 'TILL YE'R BLUIDIN FAE ILKA PAIRT O` YER BODY, YE DUMB ANIMAL!"
Oh no. It was a short scottish person, presumably female, riding on the back of the bear's head, punching her metal-clad fists down onto its poor cranium. For some reason, she was wearing armor that almost seems... spiked? Every possible part was spiked, from her feet, to her hands, to her helmet, which covered her face. The only part of her actual body aside from armor that could be made out was a long braid of fiery orange hair streaking in the wind.
Oh. The bear was running this way. TAKE COVER!
If someone was not careful, they'd have an unconscious bear run directly into them, with a maniacally laughing scottish woman riding it, and then rolling over them in the dirt.
Kaz, who was trying to studying some silverthorn, quickly jumps out the way of the two and watches as their alchemist supplies get crushed in the process.
The bear rolls limply in the dirt, the supplies getting absolutely obliterated. Though, for some reason... it seems to be twitching? Suddenly that is explained away as the exactly 4' figure in armor from earlier rolls the bear off of her and stands up in truimph, laughing her head off. Her braid was long enough that a few inches of it dragged in the dirt behind her as she dances around the giant bear, yelling scottish insults at it in glee.
Kaz stares down at the supplies and lets out a loud sigh. They bend down and begin to pick up broken wood and glass and metal from the ground.
"Tak' that, ye stupidly pure giant bear! "
After a moment of finishing her victory rounds, she eventually stops and looks around, eventually noticing the individual picking up the mess.
"Whit happened tae yer stuff? It looks extremely goosed. Did ye step oan thaim or kick thaim aroond?"
"It got caught in the crossfire of you and the.. bear." they said and sighed "Its fine, i can get more."
But wait... what's that noise? It sounds like... incoherent yelling...
Well, now that's quite interesting, as animalistic roaring could also be heard. Let's take the scene a bit closer, shall we?
If one was to look through the trees, deep into the woods, they could spot... a bear. A BIG bear. But... something was off... it was running straight for the tavern. Not in an attacking way, no. It was running as though trying to... shake something off...
But what could it be?
"A'M AFF TAE BATTER YE 'TILL YE'R BLUIDIN FAE ILKA PAIRT O` YER BODY, YE DUMB ANIMAL!"
Oh no. It was a short scottish person, presumably female, riding on the back of the bear's head, punching her metal-clad fists down onto its poor cranium. For some reason, she was wearing armor that almost seems... spiked? Every possible part was spiked, from her feet, to her hands, to her helmet, which covered her face. The only part of her actual body aside from armor that could be made out was a long braid of fiery orange hair streaking in the wind.
Oh. The bear was running this way. TAKE COVER!
If someone was not careful, they'd have an unconscious bear run directly into them, with a maniacally laughing scottish woman riding it, and then rolling over them in the dirt.
Kaz, who was trying to studying some silverthorn, quickly jumps out the way of the two and watches as their alchemist supplies get crushed in the process.
The bear rolls limply in the dirt, the supplies getting absolutely obliterated. Though, for some reason... it seems to be twitching? Suddenly that is explained away as the exactly 4' figure in armor from earlier rolls the bear off of her and stands up in truimph, laughing her head off. Her braid was long enough that a few inches of it dragged in the dirt behind her as she dances around the giant bear, yelling scottish insults at it in glee.
Kaz stares down at the supplies and lets out a loud sigh. They bend down and begin to pick up broken wood and glass and metal from the ground.
"Tak' that, ye stupidly pure giant bear! "
After a moment of finishing her victory rounds, she eventually stops and looks around, eventually noticing the individual picking up the mess.
"Whit happened tae yer stuff? It looks extremely goosed. Did ye step oan thaim or kick thaim aroond?"
"It got caught in the crossfire of you and the.. bear." they said and sighed "Its fine, i can get more."
"Ah, a'richt. Sae whaur am ah? Ah chased that bear aroond fur hours afore ah finally git a haud oan it, sae ah sorta lost track o' whaur a'm."
She walked over, stepping on a few broken pieces of what remained of a small wooden bowl.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
But wait... what's that noise? It sounds like... incoherent yelling...
Well, now that's quite interesting, as animalistic roaring could also be heard. Let's take the scene a bit closer, shall we?
If one was to look through the trees, deep into the woods, they could spot... a bear. A BIG bear. But... something was off... it was running straight for the tavern. Not in an attacking way, no. It was running as though trying to... shake something off...
But what could it be?
"A'M AFF TAE BATTER YE 'TILL YE'R BLUIDIN FAE ILKA PAIRT O` YER BODY, YE DUMB ANIMAL!"
Oh no. It was a short scottish person, presumably female, riding on the back of the bear's head, punching her metal-clad fists down onto its poor cranium. For some reason, she was wearing armor that almost seems... spiked? Every possible part was spiked, from her feet, to her hands, to her helmet, which covered her face. The only part of her actual body aside from armor that could be made out was a long braid of fiery orange hair streaking in the wind.
Oh. The bear was running this way. TAKE COVER!
If someone was not careful, they'd have an unconscious bear run directly into them, with a maniacally laughing scottish woman riding it, and then rolling over them in the dirt.
Kaz, who was trying to studying some silverthorn, quickly jumps out the way of the two and watches as their alchemist supplies get crushed in the process.
The bear rolls limply in the dirt, the supplies getting absolutely obliterated. Though, for some reason... it seems to be twitching? Suddenly that is explained away as the exactly 4' figure in armor from earlier rolls the bear off of her and stands up in truimph, laughing her head off. Her braid was long enough that a few inches of it dragged in the dirt behind her as she dances around the giant bear, yelling scottish insults at it in glee.
Kaz stares down at the supplies and lets out a loud sigh. They bend down and begin to pick up broken wood and glass and metal from the ground.
"Tak' that, ye stupidly pure giant bear! "
After a moment of finishing her victory rounds, she eventually stops and looks around, eventually noticing the individual picking up the mess.
"Whit happened tae yer stuff? It looks extremely goosed. Did ye step oan thaim or kick thaim aroond?"
"It got caught in the crossfire of you and the.. bear." they said and sighed "Its fine, i can get more."
"Ah, a'richt. Sae whaur am ah? Ah chased that bear aroond fur hours afore ah finally git a haud oan it, sae ah sorta lost track o' whaur a'm."
She walked over, stepping on a few broken pieces of what remained of a small wooden bowl.
"I know every language but for the love of the gods above, i cannot understand a thing you are saying Ma'am" Kaz said and tilted their head before picking up a glass bottle of water "Here. You need something to drink. I just saw you fight a bear."
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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
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*YOU CAN RUN FROM ME. I SEE YOU FOOL.*
*-TACKLES-*
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
*It's the YEEN!!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*AAGHH*
*Alright, gimme a mo, I'm gonna go ahead and write this intro*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
The Mists wrap around the duo. When they clear, they are in a quarry, devoid of any life, unless you count broken-down machines as life.
Talbot unwraps his hand a massive, emaciated 20-foot arm reaches out of the gap. The sun dims. *Is Kaz immune to necrotic damage?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Kaz is immune to Necrotic, Poison, and Diease.*
Kaz stumbles around for a moment "Bahhh, teleportation spells.." they shake their head and watch intently.
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
Talbot unwraps himself entirely, revealing his Gargantuan true form: A God-Swallower Atropal.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Outside.... things are... peaceful~
But wait... what's that noise? It sounds like... incoherent yelling...
Well, now that's quite interesting, as animalistic roaring could also be heard. Let's take the scene a bit closer, shall we?
If one was to look through the trees, deep into the woods, they could spot... a bear. A BIG bear. But... something was off... it was running straight for the tavern. Not in an attacking way, no. It was running as though trying to... shake something off...
But what could it be?
"A'M AFF TAE BATTER YE 'TILL YE'R BLUIDIN FAE ILKA PAIRT O` YER BODY, YE DUMB ANIMAL!"
Oh no. It was a short scottish person, presumably female, riding on the back of the bear's head, punching her metal-clad fists down onto its poor cranium. For some reason, she was wearing armor that almost seems... spiked? Every possible part was spiked, from her feet, to her hands, to her helmet, which covered her face. The only part of her actual body aside from armor that could be made out was a long braid of fiery orange hair streaking in the wind.
Oh. The bear was running this way. TAKE COVER!
If someone was not careful, they'd have an unconscious bear run directly into them, with a maniacally laughing scottish woman riding it, and then rolling over them in the dirt.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Oooooh!" Kaz claps their hands excitedly before donning their goggles and examining Talbot. "lovely lovely!" They said and grinned "truly wonderful!"
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
Nora, a normal-looking human woman in a dress and wide-brimmed hat, can't get out of the way in time, so she picks up the bear and throws it in the other direction to protect her ice cream cart.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Kaz, who was trying to studying some silverthorn, quickly jumps out the way of the two and watches as their alchemist supplies get crushed in the process.
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 now that just ruins the intro :(*
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"Thank you. I find my form cumbersome, but it is good that you can see the beauty in it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"All forms are beautfuil, some people just have to wake up and see that." They said with a chuckle "But a God-swallower! now I have seen everything!"
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
The bear rolls limply in the dirt, the supplies getting absolutely obliterated. Though, for some reason... it seems to be twitching? Suddenly that is explained away as the exactly 4' figure in armor from earlier rolls the bear off of her and stands up in truimph, laughing her head off. Her braid was long enough that a few inches of it dragged in the dirt behind her as she dances around the giant bear, yelling scottish insults at it in glee.
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Kaz stares down at the supplies and lets out a loud sigh. They bend down and begin to pick up broken wood and glass and metal from the ground.
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
"Tak' that, ye stupidly pure giant bear! "
After a moment of finishing her victory rounds, she eventually stops and looks around, eventually noticing the individual picking up the mess.
"Whit happened tae yer stuff? It looks extremely goosed. Did ye step oan thaim or kick thaim aroond?"
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"It got caught in the crossfire of you and the.. bear." they said and sighed "Its fine, i can get more."
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
*big boi*
"Ah, a'richt. Sae whaur am ah? Ah chased that bear aroond fur hours afore ah finally git a haud oan it, sae ah sorta lost track o' whaur a'm."
She walked over, stepping on a few broken pieces of what remained of a small wooden bowl.
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"I know every language but for the love of the gods above, i cannot understand a thing you are saying Ma'am" Kaz said and tilted their head before picking up a glass bottle of water "Here. You need something to drink. I just saw you fight a bear."
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