'Yeah. But I can usually find myself a place that's safe from them, I'm pretty good at squeezing through small spaces that they don't tend to wanna go through unless they have a reason'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A large man enters the tavern, their flesh is full of scars and stitches and more, that is the flesh they do show. They wear a trench coat around them, with a top hat upon them, with a shadowy sheath at their side filled with a strange sword. They scan the room, looking for anyone to talk and converse with. They finally sit down, distant from the fire looking at it with suspicion.
*They are a flesh golem if your character would know that*
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
'Yeah. But I can usually find myself a place that's safe from them, I'm pretty good at squeezing through small spaces that they don't tend to wanna go through unless they have a reason'
"Fair is fair. Although I find it is better to fight them and save the world the misery of them rather than running... well, if I'm prepare for such stuff."
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
A large man enters the tavern, their flesh is full of scars and stitches and more, that is the flesh they do show. They wear a trench coat around them, with a top hat upon them, with a shadowy sheath at their side filled with a strange sword. They scan the room, looking for anyone to talk and converse with. They finally sit down, distant from the fire looking at it with suspicion.
*They are a flesh golem if your character would know that*
The aristocrat looks over with a mix of curiosity and mild apprehension, being from the Domain of Snow and Stitched Flesh himself.
He limps over, the iron ferrule on his peg leg hitting the floor all too loudly as he walks. "Hello there. Do you happen to know a place called Ludendorf?"
A large man enters the tavern, their flesh is full of scars and stitches and more, that is the flesh they do show. They wear a trench coat around them, with a top hat upon them, with a shadowy sheath at their side filled with a strange sword. They scan the room, looking for anyone to talk and converse with. They finally sit down, distant from the fire looking at it with suspicion.
*They are a flesh golem if your character would know that*
The aristocrat looks over with a mix of curiosity and mild apprehension, being from the Domain of Snow and Stitched Flesh himself.
He limps over, the iron ferrule on his peg leg hitting the floor all too loudly as he walks. "Hello there. Do you happen to know a place called Ludendorf?"
The sword glows slightly, the green gem in it's handle being it's source
Yes I have, although not in it's current form. You hail from such a place?
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
A large man enters the tavern, their flesh is full of scars and stitches and more, that is the flesh they do show. They wear a trench coat around them, with a top hat upon them, with a shadowy sheath at their side filled with a strange sword. They scan the room, looking for anyone to talk and converse with. They finally sit down, distant from the fire looking at it with suspicion.
*They are a flesh golem if your character would know that*
The aristocrat looks over with a mix of curiosity and mild apprehension, being from the Domain of Snow and Stitched Flesh himself.
He limps over, the iron ferrule on his peg leg hitting the floor all too loudly as he walks. "Hello there. Do you happen to know a place called Ludendorf?"
The sword glows slightly, the green gem in it's handle being it's source
Yes I have, although not in it's current form. You hail from such a place?
"Not quite. I was raised in the Sleeping Beast mountains near Neufurchtenburg. I did study at Ludendorf University for two years, though."
A large man enters the tavern, their flesh is full of scars and stitches and more, that is the flesh they do show. They wear a trench coat around them, with a top hat upon them, with a shadowy sheath at their side filled with a strange sword. They scan the room, looking for anyone to talk and converse with. They finally sit down, distant from the fire looking at it with suspicion.
*They are a flesh golem if your character would know that*
The aristocrat looks over with a mix of curiosity and mild apprehension, being from the Domain of Snow and Stitched Flesh himself.
He limps over, the iron ferrule on his peg leg hitting the floor all too loudly as he walks. "Hello there. Do you happen to know a place called Ludendorf?"
The sword glows slightly, the green gem in it's handle being it's source
Yes I have, although not in it's current form. You hail from such a place?
"Not quite. I was raised in the Sleeping Beast mountains near Neufurchtenburg."
Mmm... I see. So you were able to escape the mists? They hear as a response, as the Flesh Golem lies motionless
*Are they used to telepathy?
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Not quite. I'm only able to be here for a year, and then I must return to Lamordia once more."
*No, but he's aware of the phenomenon.*
*okay*
So sad. What brought you here? Wander lust? Or perhaps something more horrific?
"Something like that. My family came down with a sickness, and only a specific herb can keep them alive. They have plenty of it, but it will only extend their suffering. What I need is ambergris, which is worth much more than gold. So I left to sell my wares: perfumes, herbal medicine, and combinations of the two. I'm sure once I get enough of that grey amber, I'll be able to create a cure for the wasting consumption."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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'Yeah. But I can usually find myself a place that's safe from them, I'm pretty good at squeezing through small spaces that they don't tend to wanna go through unless they have a reason'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*gtg*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
(Inscryption's skull storm achievement is easy. change my mind)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*I'm feeling evil rn*
A large man enters the tavern, their flesh is full of scars and stitches and more, that is the flesh they do show. They wear a trench coat around them, with a top hat upon them, with a shadowy sheath at their side filled with a strange sword. They scan the room, looking for anyone to talk and converse with. They finally sit down, distant from the fire looking at it with suspicion.
*They are a flesh golem if your character would know that*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*What do you have to do to get it?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Fair is fair. Although I find it is better to fight them and save the world the misery of them rather than running... well, if I'm prepare for such stuff."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*BRB*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The aristocrat looks over with a mix of curiosity and mild apprehension, being from the Domain of Snow and Stitched Flesh himself.
He limps over, the iron ferrule on his peg leg hitting the floor all too loudly as he walks. "Hello there. Do you happen to know a place called Ludendorf?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The sword glows slightly, the green gem in it's handle being it's source
Yes I have, although not in it's current form. You hail from such a place?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
(beat the post game challenge with all modifiers enabled)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Ah, I see. well I'm glad you find it so easy. Oh, also like the Monument Valley profile pic*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Not quite. I was raised in the Sleeping Beast mountains near Neufurchtenburg. I did study at Ludendorf University for two years, though."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Mmm... I see. So you were able to escape the mists? They hear as a response, as the Flesh Golem lies motionless
*Are they used to telepathy?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Not quite. I'm only able to be here for a year, and then I must return to Lamordia once more."
*No, but he's aware of the phenomenon.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*okay*
So sad. What brought you here? Wander lust? Or perhaps something more horrific?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Well, more like I'll be responded less frequently for a bit*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*boo.*
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
*Who?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
(aah)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Something like that. My family came down with a sickness, and only a specific herb can keep them alive. They have plenty of it, but it will only extend their suffering. What I need is ambergris, which is worth much more than gold. So I left to sell my wares: perfumes, herbal medicine, and combinations of the two. I'm sure once I get enough of that grey amber, I'll be able to create a cure for the wasting consumption."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels