The stars are ill-aligned, and it sounds like a big party is happening in the woods. The classical music blares, but you can still hear the screams of pain, terror, and delight.
The stars are ill-aligned, and it sounds like a big party is happening in the woods. The classical music blares, but you can still hear the screams of pain, terror, and delight.
The stars are ill-aligned, and it sounds like a big party is happening in the woods. The classical music blares, but you can still hear the screams of pain, terror, and delight.
*How are you feeling buddy?*
*I saw the surgeon eating my teeth out of a bucket. I'm doing... well, I wanna say great, but really I'm just fine. My face is swollen and hurts a bit. And I'm not supposed to speak. Anyway, I'm trying to play around with Szerucharz.*
The stars are ill-aligned, and it sounds like a big party is happening in the woods. The classical music blares, but you can still hear the screams of pain, terror, and delight.
*How are you feeling buddy?*
*I saw the surgeon eating my teeth out of a bucket. I'm doing... well, I wanna say great, but really I'm just fine. My face is swollen and hurts a bit. And I'm not supposed to speak. Anyway, I'm trying to play around with Szerucharz.*
The stars are ill-aligned, and it sounds like a big party is happening in the woods. The classical music blares, but you can still hear the screams of pain, terror, and delight.
*How are you feeling buddy?*
*I saw the surgeon eating my teeth out of a bucket. I'm doing... well, I wanna say great, but really I'm just fine. My face is swollen and hurts a bit. And I'm not supposed to speak. Anyway, I'm trying to play around with Szerucharz.*
*Gotta make the bug people stats still but I'll interact.*
A cloaked figure appears from the dirt, seeming to rustle itself from the bed of dead grass. It is tall, a good 6 feet. It's cloak ios dirt stained but seems to be made of moss with little bits of sprouting glowing fungi clinging to it. Its head is covered by a crest that looks almost like a pill bugs shell, large black eyes reflecting the world.
*Mentally, physically, or emotionally? Or ya don't have to say, still hole you're doing well :>*
*F R I E N D*
*Mentally. ADHD is considered a disability.*
*faie eniugh. Do ya wanna rp?*
Ani is sleepily maintaining control of his skeletons as he has them collect wood for something
Kylar is walking through the forest, humming to herself as she wanders
Xan is outside, bored while smoking.
Lawrence is curled in a tree.
Ani notices xan, walking over and leaning on a wall beside him, "I never realized how draining magic was" He says
Kylar looks at them in a tree, picking up a stick and poking at them
Xan chuckles "Its a lovely little thing. Wait till you get older and its much worse." He said.
It blinks and pops again in confetti.
He offers a tired smile,"Pretty sure that'd make it easier to maintain a spell"
She laughs, "Do you always pop when jabbed?"
He shook his head "You lose the energy to do anything at all." He chuckled.
"F e a r o f h i m."
The wizard laughs softly, "you say that like you're 50 xan." He leans on them a bit, "I mean you could be, but you don't look more than 4 or 5 years older than me at worst"
The stars are ill-aligned, and it sounds like a big party is happening in the woods. The classical music blares, but you can still hear the screams of pain, terror, and delight.
*How are you feeling buddy?*
*I saw the surgeon eating my teeth out of a bucket. I'm doing... well, I wanna say great, but really I'm just fine. My face is swollen and hurts a bit. And I'm not supposed to speak. Anyway, I'm trying to play around with Szerucharz.*
*Gotta make the bug people stats still but I'll interact.*
A cloaked figure appears from the dirt, seeming to rustle itself from the bed of dead grass. It is tall, a good 6 feet. It's cloak ios dirt stained but seems to be made of moss with little bits of sprouting glowing fungi clinging to it. Its head is covered by a crest that looks almost like a pill bugs shell, large black eyes reflecting the world.
It follows the noise, like a dog to a master.
The party is raging. Men and women in ornate masks, most of them made out of random trash and painted to look impressive. Feasts are gorged upon as tenebrous aberrations replace the dishes with equally decadent ones frequently, sweeping up bones and shattered plates as they do. Humanoid is being served, along with a wide variety of poisons. Partygoers seem unfazed by the madness, and show off their strange art pieces to each other, each depicting some unspeakable nightmare.
The most ornately masked individual of all is a tiefling in strange clothing, who seems to be in charge. He's dressed in what at first looks like some stylish noble garb, all black, white, and gold, but upon any closer inspection it is revealed to be an extremely gussied-up butcher's uniform. He has seven fingers on each grey hand, each with at least one ring, often more. In his hand is a large maul, opulent beyond what any weapon should be.
This man appears to be immune to divination magic. Detect magic, detect evil and good, and even scrying fail to detect him or his weapon. Truesight reveals nothing out of the ordinary, either.
*Mentally, physically, or emotionally? Or ya don't have to say, still hole you're doing well :>*
*F R I E N D*
*Mentally. ADHD is considered a disability.*
*faie eniugh. Do ya wanna rp?*
Ani is sleepily maintaining control of his skeletons as he has them collect wood for something
Kylar is walking through the forest, humming to herself as she wanders
Xan is outside, bored while smoking.
Lawrence is curled in a tree.
Ani notices xan, walking over and leaning on a wall beside him, "I never realized how draining magic was" He says
Kylar looks at them in a tree, picking up a stick and poking at them
Xan chuckles "Its a lovely little thing. Wait till you get older and its much worse." He said.
It blinks and pops again in confetti.
He offers a tired smile,"Pretty sure that'd make it easier to maintain a spell"
She laughs, "Do you always pop when jabbed?"
He shook his head "You lose the energy to do anything at all." He chuckled.
"F e a r o f h i m."
The wizard laughs softly, "you say that like you're 50 xan." He leans on them a bit, "I mean you could be, but you don't look more than 4 or 5 years older than me at worst"
"Ah, interesting." She nods
"I am 3,925 years of age technically." He smirked and winked.
"I n d e e d. I m u s t k e e p a n e y e o u t f o r h i m."
The stars are ill-aligned, and it sounds like a big party is happening in the woods. The classical music blares, but you can still hear the screams of pain, terror, and delight.
*How are you feeling buddy?*
*I saw the surgeon eating my teeth out of a bucket. I'm doing... well, I wanna say great, but really I'm just fine. My face is swollen and hurts a bit. And I'm not supposed to speak. Anyway, I'm trying to play around with Szerucharz.*
*Gotta make the bug people stats still but I'll interact.*
A cloaked figure appears from the dirt, seeming to rustle itself from the bed of dead grass. It is tall, a good 6 feet. It's cloak ios dirt stained but seems to be made of moss with little bits of sprouting glowing fungi clinging to it. Its head is covered by a crest that looks almost like a pill bugs shell, large black eyes reflecting the world.
It follows the noise, like a dog to a master.
The party is raging. Men and women in ornate masks, most of them made out of random trash and painted to look impressive. Feasts are gorged upon as tenebrous aberrations replace the dishes with equally decadent ones frequently, sweeping up bones and shattered plates as they do. Humanoid is being served, along with a wide variety of poisons. Partygoers seem unfazed by the madness, and show off their strange art pieces to each other, each depicting some unspeakable nightmare.
The most ornately masked individual of all is a tiefling in strange clothing, who seems to be in charge. He's dressed in what at first looks like some stylish noble garb, all black, white, and gold, but upon any closer inspection it is revealed to be an extremely gussied-up butcher's uniform. He has seven fingers on each grey hand, each with at least one ring, often more. In his hand is a large maul, opulent beyond what any weapon should be.
This man appears to be immune to divination magic. Detect magic, detect evil and good, and even scrying fail to detect him or his weapon. Truesight reveals nothing out of the ordinary, either.
The thing sits down on the grass, staring at the tiefling. Besides it, more bug people with heads of moth's and beetles appear, dressed in similar fashion.
The stars are ill-aligned, and it sounds like a big party is happening in the woods. The classical music blares, but you can still hear the screams of pain, terror, and delight.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*faie eniugh. Do ya wanna rp?*
Ani is sleepily maintaining control of his skeletons as he has them collect wood for something
Kylar is walking through the forest, humming to herself as she wanders
*How are you feeling buddy?*
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
Xan is outside, bored while smoking.
Lawrence is curled in a tree.
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
*dats strange*
psychopath ^-^
Ani notices xan, walking over and leaning on a wall beside him, "I never realized how draining magic was" He says
Kylar looks at them in a tree, picking up a stick and poking at them
*I saw the surgeon eating my teeth out of a bucket. I'm doing... well, I wanna say great, but really I'm just fine. My face is swollen and hurts a bit. And I'm not supposed to speak. Anyway, I'm trying to play around with Szerucharz.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Xan chuckles "Its a lovely little thing. Wait till you get older and its much worse." He said.
It blinks and pops again in confetti.
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
*Gotta make the bug people stats still but I'll interact.*
A cloaked figure appears from the dirt, seeming to rustle itself from the bed of dead grass. It is tall, a good 6 feet. It's cloak ios dirt stained but seems to be made of moss with little bits of sprouting glowing fungi clinging to it. Its head is covered by a crest that looks almost like a pill bugs shell, large black eyes reflecting the world.
It follows the noise, like a dog to a master.
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
*open chars?*
psychopath ^-^
He offers a tired smile,"Pretty sure that'd make it easier to maintain a spell"
She laughs, "Do you always pop when jabbed?"
He shook his head "You lose the energy to do anything at all." He chuckled.
"F e a r o f h i m."
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
*u open wedigo?*
psychopath ^-^
The wizard laughs softly, "you say that like you're 50 xan." He leans on them a bit, "I mean you could be, but you don't look more than 4 or 5 years older than me at worst"
"Ah, interesting." She nods
*Yep!*
Bug people are suddenly shwoing up around the area, appearing under dead grass. They are all tall and wear robes made of moss and glowing fungi.
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
*o. i'll pass*
psychopath ^-^
The party is raging. Men and women in ornate masks, most of them made out of random trash and painted to look impressive. Feasts are gorged upon as tenebrous aberrations replace the dishes with equally decadent ones frequently, sweeping up bones and shattered plates as they do. Humanoid is being served, along with a wide variety of poisons. Partygoers seem unfazed by the madness, and show off their strange art pieces to each other, each depicting some unspeakable nightmare.
The most ornately masked individual of all is a tiefling in strange clothing, who seems to be in charge. He's dressed in what at first looks like some stylish noble garb, all black, white, and gold, but upon any closer inspection it is revealed to be an extremely gussied-up butcher's uniform. He has seven fingers on each grey hand, each with at least one ring, often more. In his hand is a large maul, opulent beyond what any weapon should be.
This man appears to be immune to divination magic. Detect magic, detect evil and good, and even scrying fail to detect him or his weapon. Truesight reveals nothing out of the ordinary, either.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I am 3,925 years of age technically." He smirked and winked.
"I n d e e d. I m u s t k e e p a n e y e o u t f o r h i m."
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 thing sits down on the grass, staring at the tiefling. Besides it, more bug people with heads of moth's and beetles appear, dressed in similar fashion.
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
*notta fan of bugs*
psychopath ^-^