Something huge walks through the woods toward the burned-down village/Church of Helios camp. There are flashing red lights and siren sounds coming from the box-like quadruped. It seems to be trying to make every creature in the area aware of its presence. Its long, spindly legs delicately maneuver around the trees even though it could easily just knock them down.
Yuri and Donn watch it, eyes narrowed. "Oh dear, that looks quite horrible" Donn murmurs and Yuri chuckles "I should say so but it has a lovely horribleness to it."
Yuri hears a familiar, rare laugh through the sirens. The gargantuan construct itself makes its way to the village and extends a gangplank with sturdy railings. A small army of constructs and their humanoid masters come out, armed with construction equipment and building supplies.
"Be not afraid. Take this as a sign of our benevolence. As long as you choose to work in this factory, it will remain in the area. You will be paid a silver an hour for your labors, and the construction will continue as long as the factory remains. We will rebuild your village if you give us the time. Be not afraid."
She gave him a concerned look, his crimson eyes meeting his dead ones. "Why?." She asked, her tone getting dangerously close to sounding like she cares.
"Mortal fragility was my only true sin. The rest were negligible as they can be fixed later on through training or conditioning. Why does it matter? It's not like I'm much different from before. Just more modular. Tougher."
She sighs and tilts her head "Do you think it's for the best? You being this way? I know you will say yes but dig deeper into yourself and ask that question. Is it worth giving up that little sliver of what you were for this?" She stared into his dead eyes, an unamed emotion flickering across them before disappearing "I know you don't care for my words, how coated they are with poisonous sugar most of the time, but I am worried, mock me later if you wish... You disappeared and reappear like this."
He thinks. "I've never been insightful either. You have a point, though. Perhaps I should have stayed mortal. Kept a stronger connection to those I am the ruler of. But that's not what matters here. I've never seen a fey care about anything that didn't directly benefit them. If anything, my practices are openly dangerous to your way of life. What is it that makes you worry for me?" He seems genuinely intrigued as opposed to trying to just change the subject.
She folds her arms "I worry about friends, even if I have a love-hate relationship with them." She spoke, her tone sharp, as if trying to cover up what he just saw.
He doesn't even bother to push her hand away. "I decided it was time for an upgrade. Ever heard of a Nercomaton?"
"A few times." She nods, raising a brow as her smile turns to a frown "Please do not tell me you messed with it..." Her tone turns concerned.
"As it turns out, I had reinvented the wheel. I had somehow come to a conclusion that had been thought up hundreds of years before I was born. I 'invented' a Necromaton. And now here we are, around 301 machines later."
She gave him a concerned look, his crimson eyes meeting his dead ones. "Why?." She asked, her tone getting dangerously close to sounding like she cares.
"Mortal fragility was my only true sin. The rest were negligible as they can be fixed later on through training or conditioning. Why does it matter? It's not like I'm much different from before. Just more modular. Tougher."
*"from the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me"*
Something huge walks through the woods toward the burned-down village/Church of Helios camp. There are flashing red lights and siren sounds coming from the box-like quadruped. It seems to be trying to make every creature in the area aware of its presence. Its long, spindly legs delicately maneuver around the trees even though it could easily just knock them down.
Yuri and Donn watch it, eyes narrowed. "Oh dear, that looks quite horrible" Donn murmurs and Yuri chuckles "I should say so but it has a lovely horribleness to it."
Yuri hears a familiar, rare laugh through the sirens. The gargantuan construct itself makes its way to the village and extends a gangplank with sturdy railings. A small army of constructs and their humanoid masters come out, armed with construction equipment and building supplies.
"Be not afraid. Take this as a sign of our benevolence. As long as you choose to work in this factory, it will remain in the area. You will be paid a silver an hour for your labors, and the construction will continue as long as the factory remains. We will rebuild your village if you give us the time. Be not afraid."
*Well, this is going on*
Greg looks for some boss or something
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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
He thinks. "I've never been insightful either. You have a point, though. Perhaps I should have stayed mortal. Kept a stronger connection to those I am the ruler of. But that's not what matters here. I've never seen a fey care about anything that didn't directly benefit them. If anything, my practices are openly dangerous to your way of life. What is it that makes you worry for me?" He seems genuinely intrigued as opposed to trying to just change the subject.
She folds her arms "I worry about friends, even if I have a love-hate relationship with them." She spoke, her tone sharp, as if trying to cover up what he just saw.
"Love-hate? We haven't argued until now, except for when I was planning to kill you. No, you're hiding something from me." His voice maintains that calm, callous manner that she remembers him for. He puts his hand around her wrist. "Tell me."
He thinks. "I've never been insightful either. You have a point, though. Perhaps I should have stayed mortal. Kept a stronger connection to those I am the ruler of. But that's not what matters here. I've never seen a fey care about anything that didn't directly benefit them. If anything, my practices are openly dangerous to your way of life. What is it that makes you worry for me?" He seems genuinely intrigued as opposed to trying to just change the subject.
She folds her arms "I worry about friends, even if I have a love-hate relationship with them." She spoke, her tone sharp, as if trying to cover up what he just saw.
"Love-hate? We haven't argued until now, except for when I was planning to kill you. No, you're hiding something from me." His voice maintains that calm, callous manner that she remembers him for. He puts his hand around her wrist. "Tell me."
She pulls back her wrist with force, her eyes glowing. "Don't do that Oswald, I don't like it when others put their hands on me." She said, her tone turning eeriely quiet and calm before turning playful "At least buy me a meal first." She teased, avoiding he question as best she can.
*I have to go for a test soon*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Theren looks up. "What do you want?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"To make sure you aren't angry at me. Oh, and I am the guy who possessed the wizard earlier."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Well, this is going on*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I know." he says, glaring at the sword
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She folds her arms "I worry about friends, even if I have a love-hate relationship with them." She spoke, her tone sharp, as if trying to cover up what he just saw.
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
*Ditto :)*
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*[strangled apologies]*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Greg looks for some boss or something
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Good. So, sorry for mentioning memory erasure."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*GTG*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Its a sore topic with me."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Love-hate? We haven't argued until now, except for when I was planning to kill you. No, you're hiding something from me." His voice maintains that calm, callous manner that she remembers him for. He puts his hand around her wrist. "Tell me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She pulls back her wrist with force, her eyes glowing. "Don't do that Oswald, I don't like it when others put their hands on me." She said, her tone turning eeriely quiet and calm before turning playful "At least buy me a meal first." She teased, avoiding he question as best she can.
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
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Donn appears besides Mars. "I think... I may have just done something horrible."
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
Mars looks up. "Have a seat."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Donn takes the form of a black goats and sits down besides him.
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
Mars places a crown on their head. "Tell me what you did."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.