Barachiel smirks at Raphael. "You really want to know? To avoid it? Or just curious?"
"Both I guess. The second commandment of Helios is to seek knowledge after all."
"Out of how many commandments? Two? Don't use your 'holy mission' as an excuse to stick your nose in places where it'll get cut off." Barachiel lightly punches Raphael in the shoulder. "I'll tell you later, Raff."
They shrug. "Two, or at least that is what they told the Many that are his church, but I take it you aren't particularly interested in Heliosian Theology or domgatic teaching. My apologies for pushing."
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He holds up a music box, the song empowering the eight nightmare signal towers to fill the dreams of the mortals with lessons and prophecies of terrible things that will occur if they do not do better.
"...and monsters of their misdeeds..."
Horrible creatures grow from the fears of the mortals, not to kill or maim, but to simply spread terror.
"...but do not scorn the mortal man..."
Zarznac slowly closes his music box as his shadowy monstrosities begin to act and evolve on their own. They will inevitably be slain, but such things are expected. They never had souls anyway.
"...for they are braver and stronger than any of us."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
He holds up a music box, the song empowering the eight nightmare signal towers to fill the dreams of the mortals with lessons and prophecies of terrible things that will occur if they do not do better.
"...and monsters of their misdeeds..."
Horrible creatures grow from the fears of the mortals, not to kill or maim, but to simply spread terror.
"...but do not scorn the mortal man..."
Zarznac slowly closes his music box as his shadowy monstrosities begin to act and evolve on their own. They will inevitably be slain, but such things are expected. They never had souls anyway.
"...for they are braver and stronger than any of us."
*OOOOOOOOOooooo, this looks so interesting*
Meroving/Ani "Ooo, nice speech."
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He holds up a music box, the song empowering the eight nightmare signal towers to fill the dreams of the mortals with lessons and prophecies of terrible things that will occur if they do not do better.
"...and monsters of their misdeeds..."
Horrible creatures grow from the fears of the mortals, not to kill or maim, but to simply spread terror.
"...but do not scorn the mortal man..."
Zarznac slowly closes his music box as his shadowy monstrosities begin to act and evolve on their own. They will inevitably be slain, but such things are expected. They never had souls anyway.
"...for they are braver and stronger than any of us."
*OOOOOOOOOooooo, this looks so interesting*
Meroving/Ani "Ooo, nice speech."
"Thank you. I stole it from a dead man." He smirks a bit.
Barachiel smirks at Raphael. "You really want to know? To avoid it? Or just curious?"
"Both I guess. The second commandment of Helios is to seek knowledge after all."
"Out of how many commandments? Two? Don't use your 'holy mission' as an excuse to stick your nose in places where it'll get cut off." Barachiel lightly punches Raphael in the shoulder. "I'll tell you later, Raff."
They shrug. "Two, or at least that is what they told the Many that are his church, but I take it you aren't particularly interested in Heliosian Theology or domgatic teaching. My apologies for pushing."
"No offense taken. You have listened to my prayers, and I will listen to yours, in turn." Barachiel sighs. "My god has been silent for long, and I used it as an excuse for some... questionable... job choices. The silence of not just Aesma, but many gods, increased the demand for... enforcers... quite a bit. Needless to say, she was not happy when she found out."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
He holds up a music box, the song empowering the eight nightmare signal towers to fill the dreams of the mortals with lessons and prophecies of terrible things that will occur if they do not do better.
"...and monsters of their misdeeds..."
Horrible creatures grow from the fears of the mortals, not to kill or maim, but to simply spread terror.
"...but do not scorn the mortal man..."
Zarznac slowly closes his music box as his shadowy monstrosities begin to act and evolve on their own. They will inevitably be slain, but such things are expected. They never had souls anyway.
"...for they are braver and stronger than any of us."
*OOOOOOOOOooooo, this looks so interesting*
Meroving/Ani "Ooo, nice speech."
"Thank you. I stole it from a dead man." He smirks a bit.
“Cool. Well, we shall see how this lasts.”
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Barachiel smirks at Raphael. "You really want to know? To avoid it? Or just curious?"
"Both I guess. The second commandment of Helios is to seek knowledge after all."
"Out of how many commandments? Two? Don't use your 'holy mission' as an excuse to stick your nose in places where it'll get cut off." Barachiel lightly punches Raphael in the shoulder. "I'll tell you later, Raff."
They shrug. "Two, or at least that is what they told the Many that are his church, but I take it you aren't particularly interested in Heliosian Theology or domgatic teaching. My apologies for pushing."
"No offense taken. You have listened to my prayers, and I will listen to yours, in turn." Barachiel sighs. "My god has been silent for long, and I used it as an excuse for some... questionable... job choices. The silence of not just Aesma, but many gods, increased the demand for... enforcers... quite a bit. Needless to say, she was not happy when she found out."
“I see. Well hopefully we all might stay on the path of righteousness…”
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“Not when tis smile is fake. I am here to feed my pups and prepare cenam for me amicos.” He picks one of the pups and speaks to them in a language you don’t know, but you do catch the name Fenrir.
(May I perhaps suggest waiting in the main room and leaving the kitchen for the hired staff?)
“And might I suggest you don’t use my powdered owlbear claws.” He grabs a spice that you believed to be salt and was going to use. “They may look like any other spice, but this is anything but.”
They nod, repossessing the lizardfolk. "Do you agree to my suggestion?"
“I would normally agree, but one of my friends would quite literally kill me, and most likely you, if he doesn’t eat.” He starts pulling out ingredients from the cabinets, then starts to rip out some loose floorboards. One of the pups try to help him.
Throden is boggled such things exist. "Okay, well then they can kill me, but leave." They state, pushing the pups out. All damage does nothing as per the tavern magic
The second Throden lays hands on the pups, Sylvan is up with a spear to his neck. “Don’t.”
They shrug. "Or you will...? Draw blood? See me skewed? I can't be here, neither can you, neither can this pup." They say, continuing to move the dogs outside the kitchen. "You can order food, like everyone else you know."
"I will tell Frella you attacked her children, or you can leave the pups alone and we can get back to our cooking. Your choice." Suddenly, the sounds of a struggle sound outside, followed by a sigh from Sylvan. "Or we could both deal with Ternikus."
“Sure, whoever Frella is, I’ll sadly have to deal with them.” They say, continuing to remove the pups from the litchen
The pups run down the corridor, out of sight, but when you turn back into the kitchen, you see them, all 7 of them, standing on the counters. "She is the Goddess of Lawful magic."
"Cool. Still don't care. She can't do squat here besides give me a harsh warning." They say, having now taken 2 more pups out of the room
“Now listen here you…” Before he can finish, a pale white gnome barges through the door, nearly pushing you over. “WHERE IS MY GOD(beep) FOOD, WOLFCAT?!?!”
“Now listen here you…” Before he can finish, a pale white gnome barges through the door, nearly pushing you over. “WHERE IS MY GOD(beep) FOOD, WOLFCAT?!?!”
Throden sighs, as both them and Ihtros ignore them. Ihtros puts away any of the excess meat, while Throden goes to the serving window
"I will serve everyone in the order recieved if they are outside of the kitchen." They say, serving the dogs food for those who are outside of the kitchen
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
They shrug. "Two, or at least that is what they told the Many that are his church, but I take it you aren't particularly interested in Heliosian Theology or domgatic teaching. My apologies for pushing."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*:o*
*I need to interact with this guy later*
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*OOOOOOOOOooooo, this looks so interesting*
Meroving/Ani "Ooo, nice speech."
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*GTG*
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He nods again "Indeed."
"Francesca, Alberto, Yu-song, and Indigo." She said proudly
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
"Thank you. I stole it from a dead man." He smirks a bit.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"No offense taken. You have listened to my prayers, and I will listen to yours, in turn." Barachiel sighs. "My god has been silent for long, and I used it as an excuse for some... questionable... job choices. The silence of not just Aesma, but many gods, increased the demand for... enforcers... quite a bit. Needless to say, she was not happy when she found out."
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*cya pallghost*
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
“Mmm… I see. And they are doing well I hope? I am sure they would be happy to be reunited with their families.”
”Pleasure to meet you all.” Ani says. “So how have you all been?”
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“Cool. Well, we shall see how this lasts.”
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“I see. Well hopefully we all might stay on the path of righteousness…”
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“Now listen here you…” Before he can finish, a pale white gnome barges through the door, nearly pushing you over. “WHERE IS MY GOD(beep) FOOD, WOLFCAT?!?!”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Throden sighs, as both them and Ihtros ignore them. Ihtros puts away any of the excess meat, while Throden goes to the serving window
"I will serve everyone in the order recieved if they are outside of the kitchen." They say, serving the dogs food for those who are outside of the kitchen
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*hoi*
psychopath ^-^
*(APPEARS)"
*good morrow.*
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
*Morning*
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*good mornin guyssss*
Theren is getting a new tattoo on his chest. The tattoo artist is hard at work
Nick is training with his spear, wearing a tanktop and shorts.
Lance is talking to a few dyrads.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Luci is sitting in the grass, making a flower crown from poppies.
Ford is sitting on the roof, stretching.
Lore is having a minor aneurysm after what Meroving told her.
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
They can see a young man training with a makeshift spear against some training dummies.
Theren walks over. "Hey you ok?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Ford waves "Hey Nick!"
Lore nods "Its a Raphael issue."
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