He pulls out a wooden plate and a silver cake server. "Oh, it's just a fly hive. I forget they aren't common around here. Think of them like carnivorous bees. But worse. They make incredible honey, though." He offers Kyes a slice of cake.
Kyes stares at the cake, a grimace slowly spreading across their face as they contemplate what they were just told, "Make... Honey..." they slowly spear a small piece with their fork, "Honey cake..." and then cautiously take a bite, features clenched in anticipation, expecting the worst.
It's even worse than they imagined: It's absolutely magnificent. As much croissant as spice cake, its flavors are rich and sweet, and come in flaky, moist layers with black honey and previously unknown seasonings sustaining them. Even the decoration is incredible, with the frosting perfectly balanced for flavor as well as beauty.
Cook's Utensils, in case you aren't convinced: 39
They look unwell anyway but nod, "I would rather you not tell me what else it's made of aside from honey. Because... I don't really want to know honestly." they take a napkin and wipe their mouth, after finishing off the plater, "So uh... I assume you're a chef Mr... Or Mrs?"
It's even worse than they imagined: It's absolutely magnificent. As much croissant as spice cake, its flavors are rich and sweet, and come in flaky, moist layers with black honey and previously unknown seasonings sustaining them. Even the decoration is incredible, with the frosting perfectly balanced for flavor as well as beauty.
Cook's Utensils, in case you aren't convinced: 39
They look unwell anyway but nod, "I would rather you not tell me what else it's made of aside from honey. Because... I don't really want to know honestly." they take a napkin and wipe their mouth, after finishing off the plater, "So uh... I assume you're a chef Mr... Or Mrs?"
"Sir Pluche Grism. I guess you could call me a pastry chef, but I've grown a bit beyond that role. I am a Gadflour, a sort of knight-artisan that typically works for a specific branch of the Flykeeper's Guild. I specialize in baking and brewing, but my magical talent leaves much to be desired."
It's even worse than they imagined: It's absolutely magnificent. As much croissant as spice cake, its flavors are rich and sweet, and come in flaky, moist layers with black honey and previously unknown seasonings sustaining them. Even the decoration is incredible, with the frosting perfectly balanced for flavor as well as beauty.
Cook's Utensils, in case you aren't convinced: 39
They look unwell anyway but nod, "I would rather you not tell me what else it's made of aside from honey. Because... I don't really want to know honestly." they take a napkin and wipe their mouth, after finishing off the plater, "So uh... I assume you're a chef Mr... Or Mrs?"
"Sir Pluche Grism. I guess you could call me a pastry chef, but I've grown a bit beyond that role. I am a Gadflour, a sort of knight-artisan that typically works for a specific branch of the Flykeeper's Guild. I specialize in baking and brewing, but my magical talent leaves much to be desired."
"Okay, gonna circle back to the fly guild later. Magical talent?"
"Sir Pluche Grism. I guess you could call me a pastry chef, but I've grown a bit beyond that role. I am a Gadflour, a sort of knight-artisan that typically works for a specific branch of the Flykeeper's Guild. I specialize in baking and brewing, but my magical talent leaves much to be desired."
"Okay, gonna circle back to the fly guild later. Magical talent?"
"We're gonna have to talk about the guild now if you wanna go down that route. It's a mixture of deliberate mutations and rigorous training, both of which fall squarely into blasphemy in many countries, including the one where my practice was invented and where I learned it."
"Sir Pluche Grism. I guess you could call me a pastry chef, but I've grown a bit beyond that role. I am a Gadflour, a sort of knight-artisan that typically works for a specific branch of the Flykeeper's Guild. I specialize in baking and brewing, but my magical talent leaves much to be desired."
"Okay, gonna circle back to the fly guild later. Magical talent?"
"We're gonna have to talk about the guild now if you wanna go down that route. It's a mixture of deliberate mutations and rigorous training, both of which fall squarely into blasphemy in many countries, including the one where my practice was invented and where I learned it."
"... Huh. That's cool. Not good at all, but cool. So your guild is technically morally black?"
"Sir Pluche Grism. I guess you could call me a pastry chef, but I've grown a bit beyond that role. I am a Gadflour, a sort of knight-artisan that typically works for a specific branch of the Flykeeper's Guild. I specialize in baking and brewing, but my magical talent leaves much to be desired."
"Okay, gonna circle back to the fly guild later. Magical talent?"
"We're gonna have to talk about the guild now if you wanna go down that route. It's a mixture of deliberate mutations and rigorous training, both of which fall squarely into blasphemy in many countries, including the one where my practice was invented and where I learned it."
"... Huh. That's cool. Not good at all, but cool. So your guild is technically morally black?"
"Probably. Our goals are usually based around helping instead of hurting, so I think we're mostly okay. It's not like we're summoning demons or anything like that."
"Sir Pluche Grism. I guess you could call me a pastry chef, but I've grown a bit beyond that role. I am a Gadflour, a sort of knight-artisan that typically works for a specific branch of the Flykeeper's Guild. I specialize in baking and brewing, but my magical talent leaves much to be desired."
"Okay, gonna circle back to the fly guild later. Magical talent?"
"We're gonna have to talk about the guild now if you wanna go down that route. It's a mixture of deliberate mutations and rigorous training, both of which fall squarely into blasphemy in many countries, including the one where my practice was invented and where I learned it."
"... Huh. That's cool. Not good at all, but cool. So your guild is technically morally black?"
"Probably. Our goals are usually based around helping instead of hurting, so I think we're mostly okay. It's not like we're summoning demons or anything like that."
"ah, well good then. So onward then to the magical part of the question now that I have some background?"
"Sir Pluche Grism. I guess you could call me a pastry chef, but I've grown a bit beyond that role. I am a Gadflour, a sort of knight-artisan that typically works for a specific branch of the Flykeeper's Guild. I specialize in baking and brewing, but my magical talent leaves much to be desired."
"Okay, gonna circle back to the fly guild later. Magical talent?"
"We're gonna have to talk about the guild now if you wanna go down that route. It's a mixture of deliberate mutations and rigorous training, both of which fall squarely into blasphemy in many countries, including the one where my practice was invented and where I learned it."
"... Huh. That's cool. Not good at all, but cool. So your guild is technically morally black?"
"Probably. Our goals are usually based around helping instead of hurting, so I think we're mostly okay. It's not like we're summoning demons or anything like that."
"ah, well good then. So onward then to the magical part of the question now that I have some background?"
Kelipso Andre Lilywhite, is a name amongst rangers who frequent the valley of Yggril. His ancestry of being a child of evil doesn't seem to show in that one. He has skin the color of mint leaves, two sets of horns curling around his head and ears, and the eyes of polished turquoise. He is known for being light-hearted and forgiving to every creature until it harms something he holds dear. Then, with the help of his childhood pet; Gordon, the Winterwolf, he disperses justice with his silvery glaive and bow and arrows. Gods and life itself have tried again and again to take down him but his unlucky streak makes his death quick as he always returns to this world. Death can't seem to get a good hold of him.
He now sits at this tavern, curled up in the library. Gordon sits on the floor, at his friend's feet. Kelipso is sipping a herbal tea while looking over maps and muttering to himself.
Kelipso Andre Lilywhite, is a name amongst rangers who frequent the valley of Yggril. His ancestry of being a child of evil doesn't seem to show in that one. He has skin the color of mint leaves, two sets of horns curling around his head and ears, and the eyes of polished turquoise. He is known for being light-hearted and forgiving to every creature until it harms something he holds dear. Then, with the help of his childhood pet; Gordon, the Winterwolf, he disperses justice with his silvery glaive and bow and arrows. Gods and life itself have tried again and again to take down him but his unlucky streak makes his death quick as he always returns to this world. Death can't seem to get a good hold of him.
He now sits at this tavern, curled up in the library. Gordon sits on the floor, at his friend's feet. Kelipso is sipping a herbal tea while looking over maps and muttering to himself.
Theren is standing on the ceiling. "Well well well. If it isn't the famous Kelipso."
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Kelipso Andre Lilywhite, is a name amongst rangers who frequent the valley of Yggril. His ancestry of being a child of evil doesn't seem to show in that one. He has skin the color of mint leaves, two sets of horns curling around his head and ears, and the eyes of polished turquoise. He is known for being light-hearted and forgiving to every creature until it harms something he holds dear. Then, with the help of his childhood pet; Gordon, the Winterwolf, he disperses justice with his silvery glaive and bow and arrows. Gods and life itself have tried again and again to take down him but his unlucky streak makes his death quick as he always returns to this world. Death can't seem to get a good hold of him.
He now sits at this tavern, curled up in the library. Gordon sits on the floor, at his friend's feet. Kelipso is sipping a herbal tea while looking over maps and muttering to himself.
Theren is standing on the ceiling. "Well well well. If it isn't the famous Kelipso."
Kelipso looks up, brushing their wite hair from their eyes. They smile "Howdy Theren. Good to see ya back" He chirps and beams. Gordon looks up at the ceiling and tilts their head.
Kelipso Andre Lilywhite, is a name amongst rangers who frequent the valley of Yggril. His ancestry of being a child of evil doesn't seem to show in that one. He has skin the color of mint leaves, two sets of horns curling around his head and ears, and the eyes of polished turquoise. He is known for being light-hearted and forgiving to every creature until it harms something he holds dear. Then, with the help of his childhood pet; Gordon, the Winterwolf, he disperses justice with his silvery glaive and bow and arrows. Gods and life itself have tried again and again to take down him but his unlucky streak makes his death quick as he always returns to this world. Death can't seem to get a good hold of him.
He now sits at this tavern, curled up in the library. Gordon sits on the floor, at his friend's feet. Kelipso is sipping a herbal tea while looking over maps and muttering to himself.
Theren is standing on the ceiling. "Well well well. If it isn't the famous Kelipso."
Kelipso looks up, brushing their wite hair from their eyes. They smile "Howdy Theren. Good to see ya back" He chirps and beams. Gordon looks up at the ceiling and tilts their head.
Theren jumps down from the ceiling and lands on his feet. "Death still got a poor hold on ya?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Kelipso Andre Lilywhite, is a name amongst rangers who frequent the valley of Yggril. His ancestry of being a child of evil doesn't seem to show in that one. He has skin the color of mint leaves, two sets of horns curling around his head and ears, and the eyes of polished turquoise. He is known for being light-hearted and forgiving to every creature until it harms something he holds dear. Then, with the help of his childhood pet; Gordon, the Winterwolf, he disperses justice with his silvery glaive and bow and arrows. Gods and life itself have tried again and again to take down him but his unlucky streak makes his death quick as he always returns to this world. Death can't seem to get a good hold of him.
He now sits at this tavern, curled up in the library. Gordon sits on the floor, at his friend's feet. Kelipso is sipping a herbal tea while looking over maps and muttering to himself.
Theren is standing on the ceiling. "Well well well. If it isn't the famous Kelipso."
Kelipso looks up, brushing their wite hair from their eyes. They smile "Howdy Theren. Good to see ya back" He chirps and beams. Gordon looks up at the ceiling and tilts their head.
Theren jumps down from the ceiling and lands on his feet. "Death still got a poor hold on ya?"
"Like you wouldn't believe." He chuckled and stood up. He tied back his long hair into a braid and smiled "What about you?"
Kelipso Andre Lilywhite, is a name amongst rangers who frequent the valley of Yggril. His ancestry of being a child of evil doesn't seem to show in that one. He has skin the color of mint leaves, two sets of horns curling around his head and ears, and the eyes of polished turquoise. He is known for being light-hearted and forgiving to every creature until it harms something he holds dear. Then, with the help of his childhood pet; Gordon, the Winterwolf, he disperses justice with his silvery glaive and bow and arrows. Gods and life itself have tried again and again to take down him but his unlucky streak makes his death quick as he always returns to this world. Death can't seem to get a good hold of him.
He now sits at this tavern, curled up in the library. Gordon sits on the floor, at his friend's feet. Kelipso is sipping a herbal tea while looking over maps and muttering to himself.
Theren is standing on the ceiling. "Well well well. If it isn't the famous Kelipso."
Kelipso looks up, brushing their wite hair from their eyes. They smile "Howdy Theren. Good to see ya back" He chirps and beams. Gordon looks up at the ceiling and tilts their head.
Theren jumps down from the ceiling and lands on his feet. "Death still got a poor hold on ya?"
"Like you wouldn't believe." He chuckled and stood up. He tied back his long hair into a braid and smiled "What about you?"
"Same as always." he says with a smile. "And no i didnt forget about you Gordon." he says with a smile, making a dog biscuit appear out of nowhere.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Kelipso Andre Lilywhite, is a name amongst rangers who frequent the valley of Yggril. His ancestry of being a child of evil doesn't seem to show in that one. He has skin the color of mint leaves, two sets of horns curling around his head and ears, and the eyes of polished turquoise. He is known for being light-hearted and forgiving to every creature until it harms something he holds dear. Then, with the help of his childhood pet; Gordon, the Winterwolf, he disperses justice with his silvery glaive and bow and arrows. Gods and life itself have tried again and again to take down him but his unlucky streak makes his death quick as he always returns to this world. Death can't seem to get a good hold of him.
He now sits at this tavern, curled up in the library. Gordon sits on the floor, at his friend's feet. Kelipso is sipping a herbal tea while looking over maps and muttering to himself.
Theren is standing on the ceiling. "Well well well. If it isn't the famous Kelipso."
Kelipso looks up, brushing their wite hair from their eyes. They smile "Howdy Theren. Good to see ya back" He chirps and beams. Gordon looks up at the ceiling and tilts their head.
Theren jumps down from the ceiling and lands on his feet. "Death still got a poor hold on ya?"
"Like you wouldn't believe." He chuckled and stood up. He tied back his long hair into a braid and smiled "What about you?"
"Same as always." he says with a smile. "And no i didnt forget about you Gordon." he says with a smile, making a dog biscuit appear out of nowhere.
Kelipso chuckles as Gordon basically snatches the biscuit from him. "So its been good then?" He asked, raising a brow.
Kelipso Andre Lilywhite, is a name amongst rangers who frequent the valley of Yggril. His ancestry of being a child of evil doesn't seem to show in that one. He has skin the color of mint leaves, two sets of horns curling around his head and ears, and the eyes of polished turquoise. He is known for being light-hearted and forgiving to every creature until it harms something he holds dear. Then, with the help of his childhood pet; Gordon, the Winterwolf, he disperses justice with his silvery glaive and bow and arrows. Gods and life itself have tried again and again to take down him but his unlucky streak makes his death quick as he always returns to this world. Death can't seem to get a good hold of him.
He now sits at this tavern, curled up in the library. Gordon sits on the floor, at his friend's feet. Kelipso is sipping a herbal tea while looking over maps and muttering to himself.
Theren is standing on the ceiling. "Well well well. If it isn't the famous Kelipso."
Kelipso looks up, brushing their wite hair from their eyes. They smile "Howdy Theren. Good to see ya back" He chirps and beams. Gordon looks up at the ceiling and tilts their head.
Theren jumps down from the ceiling and lands on his feet. "Death still got a poor hold on ya?"
"Like you wouldn't believe." He chuckled and stood up. He tied back his long hair into a braid and smiled "What about you?"
"Same as always." he says with a smile. "And no i didnt forget about you Gordon." he says with a smile, making a dog biscuit appear out of nowhere.
Kelipso chuckles as Gordon basically snatches the biscuit from him. "So its been good then?" He asked, raising a brow.
Therens smile wavers. "Not all that good."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They look unwell anyway but nod, "I would rather you not tell me what else it's made of aside from honey. Because... I don't really want to know honestly." they take a napkin and wipe their mouth, after finishing off the plater, "So uh... I assume you're a chef Mr... Or Mrs?"
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
"Sir Pluche Grism. I guess you could call me a pastry chef, but I've grown a bit beyond that role. I am a Gadflour, a sort of knight-artisan that typically works for a specific branch of the Flykeeper's Guild. I specialize in baking and brewing, but my magical talent leaves much to be desired."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Okay, gonna circle back to the fly guild later. Magical talent?"
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
"We're gonna have to talk about the guild now if you wanna go down that route. It's a mixture of deliberate mutations and rigorous training, both of which fall squarely into blasphemy in many countries, including the one where my practice was invented and where I learned it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"... Huh. That's cool. Not good at all, but cool. So your guild is technically morally black?"
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
"Probably. Our goals are usually based around helping instead of hurting, so I think we're mostly okay. It's not like we're summoning demons or anything like that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"ah, well good then. So onward then to the magical part of the question now that I have some background?"
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
"Well, what is it that confuses you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*GOOD MORNING!*
*[implodes]*
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
*brain empty, only next arc of lore rn*
Theren is sitting on the tavern roof, smoking a cigarette and looking worried.
Lance is sitting in a field, holding an owlbear cub
-open slot for you to choose whoever-
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Kelipso Andre Lilywhite, is a name amongst rangers who frequent the valley of Yggril. His ancestry of being a child of evil doesn't seem to show in that one. He has skin the color of mint leaves, two sets of horns curling around his head and ears, and the eyes of polished turquoise. He is known for being light-hearted and forgiving to every creature until it harms something he holds dear. Then, with the help of his childhood pet; Gordon, the Winterwolf, he disperses justice with his silvery glaive and bow and arrows. Gods and life itself have tried again and again to take down him but his unlucky streak makes his death quick as he always returns to this world. Death can't seem to get a good hold of him.
He now sits at this tavern, curled up in the library. Gordon sits on the floor, at his friend's feet. Kelipso is sipping a herbal tea while looking over maps and muttering to himself.
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
Theren is standing on the ceiling. "Well well well. If it isn't the famous Kelipso."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Kelipso looks up, brushing their wite hair from their eyes. They smile "Howdy Theren. Good to see ya back" He chirps and beams. Gordon looks up at the ceiling and tilts their head.
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
Theren jumps down from the ceiling and lands on his feet. "Death still got a poor hold on ya?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Like you wouldn't believe." He chuckled and stood up. He tied back his long hair into a braid and smiled "What about 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
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Same as always." he says with a smile. "And no i didnt forget about you Gordon." he says with a smile, making a dog biscuit appear out of nowhere.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*hoi. am sick ;-;*
psychopath ^-^
Kelipso chuckles as Gordon basically snatches the biscuit from him. "So its been good then?" He asked, raising a brow.
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
Therens smile wavers. "Not all that good."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*open chars?*
psychopath ^-^