Alonza is rooted to her spot in the twisted forest she has created. She is softly talking to a three headed bird with eyes littering its small body in deep speech.
Oriel, the night titan, is lying in the fields, still as tall as the mountains, messing with the clouds and the stars.
Spirals have formed in the bark of many of the trees. They glow a faint, dull blue.
*Ah, screw it, here's the character.*
A small, fluffy creature, climbs up onto him, holding a mug of hot chocolate. It would look incredibly cute if it didn't have some mildly unsettling features, such as black sclera and glowing orange irises, and almost spiky-looking fur.
She looks over at them, trying to reach out to them to touch them with her fingertips.
Oriel raises an eyebrow as she brushes her long black hair away from her bright red eyes. Her jet black skin sparkles a bit as she moves. She reaches out with her huge fingertip and pets it head gently.
A root lifts if and touches the tips of her fingers. It also has spiral patterns on it.
*Crap, I misgendered a giant. I am so dead.*
It makes a strange chirp-purr noise. "Hello. You're a big one, aren't you?"
"Hm?" She tilts her head a bit.
*Its fine. Oriel is like.... immortal. she doesnt care what gender things call her.*
"I suppose. Thats what they all say" her voice is low and gentle.
It silently plays between her fingers, moving like some curious snake or worm.
"Well, everyone is big to me. You're just extra big."
Alonza is rooted to her spot in the twisted forest she has created. She is softly talking to a three headed bird with eyes littering its small body in deep speech.
Oriel, the night titan, is lying in the fields, still as tall as the mountains, messing with the clouds and the stars.
Spirals have formed in the bark of many of the trees. They glow a faint, dull blue.
*Ah, screw it, here's the character.*
A small, fluffy creature, climbs up onto him, holding a mug of hot chocolate. It would look incredibly cute if it didn't have some mildly unsettling features, such as black sclera and glowing orange irises, and almost spiky-looking fur.
She looks over at them, trying to reach out to them to touch them with her fingertips.
Oriel raises an eyebrow as she brushes her long black hair away from her bright red eyes. Her jet black skin sparkles a bit as she moves. She reaches out with her huge fingertip and pets it head gently.
A root lifts if and touches the tips of her fingers. It also has spiral patterns on it.
*Crap, I misgendered a giant. I am so dead.*
It makes a strange chirp-purr noise. "Hello. You're a big one, aren't you?"
"Hm?" She tilts her head a bit.
*Its fine. Oriel is like.... immortal. she doesnt care what gender things call her.*
"I suppose. Thats what they all say" her voice is low and gentle.
It silently plays between her fingers, moving like some curious snake or worm.
"Well, everyone is big to me. You're just extra big."
She tilts her head again and smiles "What are you?"
"Hm." She said and smiled, baring needle-like teeth "What is your name?"
Alonza is rooted to her spot in the twisted forest she has created. She is softly talking to a three headed bird with eyes littering its small body in deep speech.
Oriel, the night titan, is lying in the fields, still as tall as the mountains, messing with the clouds and the stars.
Spirals have formed in the bark of many of the trees. They glow a faint, dull blue.
*Ah, screw it, here's the character.*
A small, fluffy creature, climbs up onto him, holding a mug of hot chocolate. It would look incredibly cute if it didn't have some mildly unsettling features, such as black sclera and glowing orange irises, and almost spiky-looking fur.
She looks over at them, trying to reach out to them to touch them with her fingertips.
Oriel raises an eyebrow as she brushes her long black hair away from her bright red eyes. Her jet black skin sparkles a bit as she moves. She reaches out with her huge fingertip and pets it head gently.
A root lifts if and touches the tips of her fingers. It also has spiral patterns on it.
*Crap, I misgendered a giant. I am so dead.*
It makes a strange chirp-purr noise. "Hello. You're a big one, aren't you?"
"Hm?" She tilts her head a bit.
*Its fine. Oriel is like.... immortal. she doesnt care what gender things call her.*
"I suppose. Thats what they all say" her voice is low and gentle.
It silently plays between her fingers, moving like some curious snake or worm.
"Well, everyone is big to me. You're just extra big."
She tilts her head again and smiles "What are you?"
"Hm." She said and smiled, baring needle-like teeth "What is your name?"
The wind whistles through the spirals and knocking branches, making an approximation of Deep Speech. "Tree. Friend."
"I don't think I have one yet, but so far I'm thinking Filar."
Alonza is rooted to her spot in the twisted forest she has created. She is softly talking to a three headed bird with eyes littering its small body in deep speech.
Oriel, the night titan, is lying in the fields, still as tall as the mountains, messing with the clouds and the stars.
Spirals have formed in the bark of many of the trees. They glow a faint, dull blue.
*Ah, screw it, here's the character.*
A small, fluffy creature, climbs up onto him, holding a mug of hot chocolate. It would look incredibly cute if it didn't have some mildly unsettling features, such as black sclera and glowing orange irises, and almost spiky-looking fur.
She looks over at them, trying to reach out to them to touch them with her fingertips.
Oriel raises an eyebrow as she brushes her long black hair away from her bright red eyes. Her jet black skin sparkles a bit as she moves. She reaches out with her huge fingertip and pets it head gently.
A root lifts if and touches the tips of her fingers. It also has spiral patterns on it.
*Crap, I misgendered a giant. I am so dead.*
It makes a strange chirp-purr noise. "Hello. You're a big one, aren't you?"
"Hm?" She tilts her head a bit.
*Its fine. Oriel is like.... immortal. she doesnt care what gender things call her.*
"I suppose. Thats what they all say" her voice is low and gentle.
It silently plays between her fingers, moving like some curious snake or worm.
"Well, everyone is big to me. You're just extra big."
She tilts her head again and smiles "What are you?"
"Hm." She said and smiled, baring needle-like teeth "What is your name?"
The wind whistles through the spirals and knocking branches, making an approximation of Deep Speech. "Tree. Friend."
"I don't think I have one yet, but so far I'm thinking Filar."
"You talk?" She askes and tilted her head, her single eye blinking.
"yes. He is.... 40 now." Brand 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
'Ah. His name wasn't Kai, was it?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"No. His name is Bash." he said and chuckled
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
'Interesting name. Mine's Flint, by the way'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
It silently plays between her fingers, moving like some curious snake or worm.
"Well, everyone is big to me. You're just extra big."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Pleasure to meet you. My name is the Brand." he said and nodded "These two men are Jay and Koi"
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
'Cool. Ya been in town long?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
She tilts her head again and smiles "What are you?"
"Hm." She said and smiled, baring needle-like teeth "What is your name?"
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
"For a year now, yes i have" he said and smiled beneath his mask.
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
'I just kinda got here couple days ago. Already set up a decent den to live in. Ya know, this town has nice sewers'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"It is indeed." He said with a grin behind his mask.
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
'Ya been down there much then?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The wind whistles through the spirals and knocking branches, making an approximation of Deep Speech. "Tree. Friend."
"I don't think I have one yet, but so far I'm thinking Filar."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"yes. We use it for transporting goods that the police dislike"
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
"You talk?" She askes and tilted her head, her single eye blinking.
"Its a nice name lovely. My name is Oriel."
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
'Ah, makes sense. A system so warm and dry would be bound to be appealing to criminals'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Yes. Trees. All. Talk. I. Just. Faster." It sounds almost out of breath.
"Hello, Oriel! I'm Filar the Familiar! Heh, I like that name."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He chuckles "I suppose. Would you like a job working for us since you know the sewers well?"
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
'If I say no, will ya slit my throat or something?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"You dont need too.. I feel bad for making you talking now.. You sound out of breath." She said and lies in the needle-like grass, smiling.
"I do as well. Its suits you"
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
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