Leo is fixing Festus. His legs stick out from the chest cavity.
Leon is practising his guitar.
Phoenix is practising his sharpshooting.
(Do any of then have any ties to nature or the afterlife?)
*Theren and Leon. Theren is connected with nature and Leon with the afterlife*
Theren and Leon are both going to see a faint flickering figure of someone dressed in thick black and green robes wearing a mask that is covered in eyes. It suddenly disappears and appears behind them. "YOU HAVE TO FIND ME. PLEASE, THERE ISN'T MUCH TIME.."
Theren nearly falls out of his tree. "Who are you?"
Leon jumps, eyes flashing purple. "Who-"
"They're ripping at me.. Please..." It says and disappears.
"I need help! Please!"
Theren curses a bit, trying to trace the magic.
"Where are you?"
The magic seems to be coming from 200 miles downwards.
'I don't know.. I'm so scared."
Theren focuses to see if there is any sort of plant down there.
"Alright, just take a deep breath, love. I'll help find you." he then focuses.
There appear to only be mushrooms down there.
The energy comes from downwards, 200 miles down.
"That works." he mutters, disappearing through the nearest mushroom patch.
He turns into a fine mist and seeps through the ground
They both end up inside a cavern made entirely of huge crystal formations and glowing mushrooms. The crystals refract the light so the cavern is covered in bright lights to the point its almost blinding.
*No, but when his mind is read he can choose what the mind reader sees.*
*Okie dokie.*
A flickering figure wearing black and green robes stands feet away before teleporting right behind him. Its hands suddenly hold his head as it weeps 'Please... Find me.. I can't take it anymore.'
The Cellist looks up, but doesn't turn around. "Your name?"
"I don't have one. Please. Please.. I'm so scared.."
*Took an incredible amount of time to load, and then I closed the damn tab and had to wait again to respond.*
"Do you have any idea where you are? Even slightly?"
*Lord. Slow computers are the main reason why i am mads some days.*
"It's dark but I can see mushrooms and people... But it's too quiet.."
*...and now it loaded near-instantly.*
"You are likely underground. I'm going to try something."
He plays a long, slow chord on his cello, activating his tremorsense.
"That works." he mutters, disappearing through the nearest mushroom patch.
He turns into a fine mist and seeps through the ground
They both end up inside a cavern made entirely of huge crystal formations and glowing mushrooms. The crystals refract the light so the cavern is covered in bright lights to the point its almost blinding.
"Woah..." theren murmurs
Leon looks for the person
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*No, but when his mind is read he can choose what the mind reader sees.*
*Okie dokie.*
A flickering figure wearing black and green robes stands feet away before teleporting right behind him. Its hands suddenly hold his head as it weeps 'Please... Find me.. I can't take it anymore.'
The Cellist looks up, but doesn't turn around. "Your name?"
"I don't have one. Please. Please.. I'm so scared.."
*Took an incredible amount of time to load, and then I closed the damn tab and had to wait again to respond.*
"Do you have any idea where you are? Even slightly?"
*Lord. Slow computers are the main reason why i am mads some days.*
"It's dark but I can see mushrooms and people... But it's too quiet.."
*...and now it loaded near-instantly.*
"You are likely underground. I'm going to try something."
He plays a long, slow chord on his cello, activating his tremorsense.
"That works." he mutters, disappearing through the nearest mushroom patch.
He turns into a fine mist and seeps through the ground
They both end up inside a cavern made entirely of huge crystal formations and glowing mushrooms. The crystals refract the light so the cavern is covered in bright lights to the point its almost blinding.
"Woah..." theren murmurs
Leon looks for the person
They both see a rather giant skeleton encased in a crystal formation. It wears similar cloaks as the vision did, suspended within it. Aasimiars surround the formation, seeming to ignore them both.
"You are likely underground. I'm going to try something."
He plays a long, slow chord on his cello, activating his tremorsense.
He can see a cavern about 200 miles downwards.
The Cellist fades away into the Spirit Realm and re-manifests down in the cavern. "Are you nearby?"
When he reaches the cavern, he is met by blinding light. Around him, large formations of crystals sprout from nowhere. Bioluminescent mushrooms dot the cave but are amplified by the crystals which produce the light.
'I am here.. I can't see you... I can hear you, but I can't see."
"That works." he mutters, disappearing through the nearest mushroom patch.
He turns into a fine mist and seeps through the ground
They both end up inside a cavern made entirely of huge crystal formations and glowing mushrooms. The crystals refract the light so the cavern is covered in bright lights to the point its almost blinding.
"Woah..." theren murmurs
Leon looks for the person
They both see a rather giant skeleton encased in a crystal formation. It wears similar cloaks as the vision did, suspended within it. Aasimiars surround the formation, seeming to ignore them both.
Theren ducks behind a rock
"OI!" Leon shouts
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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.
"You are likely underground. I'm going to try something."
He plays a long, slow chord on his cello, activating his tremorsense.
He can see a cavern about 200 miles downwards.
The Cellist fades away into the Spirit Realm and re-manifests down in the cavern. "Are you nearby?"
When he reaches the cavern, he is met by blinding light. Around him, large formations of crystals sprout from nowhere. Bioluminescent mushrooms dot the cave but are amplified by the crystals which produce the light.
'I am here.. I can't see you... I can hear you, but I can't see."
*The Cellist is actually blind, but he has incredible hearing and echolocation.*
He begins to play his cello and walk around, holding it slightly above the cavern floor. "Tell me when it gets closer or father."
"That works." he mutters, disappearing through the nearest mushroom patch.
He turns into a fine mist and seeps through the ground
They both end up inside a cavern made entirely of huge crystal formations and glowing mushrooms. The crystals refract the light so the cavern is covered in bright lights to the point its almost blinding.
"Woah..." theren murmurs
Leon looks for the person
They both see a rather giant skeleton encased in a crystal formation. It wears similar cloaks as the vision did, suspended within it. Aasimiars surround the formation, seeming to ignore them both.
Theren ducks behind a rock
"OI!" Leon shouts
The Aasimiar's look over curiously at Leon. One with large, ghostly wings walks over and bows there head "Hello there, how may we help you?"
"You are likely underground. I'm going to try something."
He plays a long, slow chord on his cello, activating his tremorsense.
He can see a cavern about 200 miles downwards.
The Cellist fades away into the Spirit Realm and re-manifests down in the cavern. "Are you nearby?"
When he reaches the cavern, he is met by blinding light. Around him, large formations of crystals sprout from nowhere. Bioluminescent mushrooms dot the cave but are amplified by the crystals which produce the light.
'I am here.. I can't see you... I can hear you, but I can't see."
*The Cellist is actually blind, but he has incredible hearing and echolocation.*
He begins to play his cello and walk around, holding it slightly above the cavern floor. "Tell me when it gets closer or father."
As he plays, now he can tell that there are people around him. Aasimiars from the looks of it.
"That works." he mutters, disappearing through the nearest mushroom patch.
He turns into a fine mist and seeps through the ground
They both end up inside a cavern made entirely of huge crystal formations and glowing mushrooms. The crystals refract the light so the cavern is covered in bright lights to the point its almost blinding.
"Woah..." theren murmurs
Leon looks for the person
They both see a rather giant skeleton encased in a crystal formation. It wears similar cloaks as the vision did, suspended within it. Aasimiars surround the formation, seeming to ignore them both.
Theren ducks behind a rock
"OI!" Leon shouts
The Aasimiar's look over curiously at Leon. One with large, ghostly wings walks over and bows there head "Hello there, how may we help you?"
"What are ya doin to that poor bloke?"
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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.
"That works." he mutters, disappearing through the nearest mushroom patch.
He turns into a fine mist and seeps through the ground
They both end up inside a cavern made entirely of huge crystal formations and glowing mushrooms. The crystals refract the light so the cavern is covered in bright lights to the point its almost blinding.
"Woah..." theren murmurs
Leon looks for the person
They both see a rather giant skeleton encased in a crystal formation. It wears similar cloaks as the vision did, suspended within it. Aasimiars surround the formation, seeming to ignore them both.
Theren ducks behind a rock
"OI!" Leon shouts
The Aasimiar's look over curiously at Leon. One with large, ghostly wings walks over and bows there head "Hello there, how may we help you?"
"What are ya doin to that poor bloke?"
"Hm? Oh, him. That is an avatar we managed to trap down here." He says and chuckles.
"That works." he mutters, disappearing through the nearest mushroom patch.
He turns into a fine mist and seeps through the ground
They both end up inside a cavern made entirely of huge crystal formations and glowing mushrooms. The crystals refract the light so the cavern is covered in bright lights to the point its almost blinding.
"Woah..." theren murmurs
Leon looks for the person
They both see a rather giant skeleton encased in a crystal formation. It wears similar cloaks as the vision did, suspended within it. Aasimiars surround the formation, seeming to ignore them both.
Theren ducks behind a rock
"OI!" Leon shouts
The Aasimiar's look over curiously at Leon. One with large, ghostly wings walks over and bows there head "Hello there, how may we help you?"
"What are ya doin to that poor bloke?"
"Hm? Oh, him. That is an avatar we managed to trap down here." He says and chuckles.
At the word avatar Leon's eyes glow purple. "Is he a threat?"
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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.
*The Cellist is actually blind, but he has incredible hearing and echolocation.*
He begins to play his cello and walk around, holding it slightly above the cavern floor. "Tell me when it gets closer or farther."
As he plays, now he can tell that there are people around him. Aasimiars from the looks of it.
"I can hear you. You sound close..."
*I should explain: The Cellist is a Harbinger. Effectively a saint of Crie given terrible power and religious significance in trade for bringing about the "end" of the world. They take their sweet time, obviously, but they are pretty much invariably viewed the same way as archfiends for most religions.*
He ignores the Aasimars. "I'm going to try and find you. Can you walk to me?"
"That works." he mutters, disappearing through the nearest mushroom patch.
He turns into a fine mist and seeps through the ground
They both end up inside a cavern made entirely of huge crystal formations and glowing mushrooms. The crystals refract the light so the cavern is covered in bright lights to the point its almost blinding.
"Woah..." theren murmurs
Leon looks for the person
They both see a rather giant skeleton encased in a crystal formation. It wears similar cloaks as the vision did, suspended within it. Aasimiars surround the formation, seeming to ignore them both.
Theren ducks behind a rock
"OI!" Leon shouts
The Aasimiar's look over curiously at Leon. One with large, ghostly wings walks over and bows there head "Hello there, how may we help you?"
"What are ya doin to that poor bloke?"
"Hm? Oh, him. That is an avatar we managed to trap down here." He says and chuckles.
At the word avatar Leon's eyes glow purple. "Is he a threat?"
*The Cellist is actually blind, but he has incredible hearing and echolocation.*
He begins to play his cello and walk around, holding it slightly above the cavern floor. "Tell me when it gets closer or farther."
As he plays, now he can tell that there are people around him. Aasimiars from the looks of it.
"I can hear you. You sound close..."
*I should explain: The Cellist is a Harbinger. Effectively a saint of Crie given terrible power and religious significance in trade for bringing about the "end" of the world. They take their sweet time, obviously, but they are pretty much invariably viewed the same way as archfiends for most religions.*
He ignores the Aasimars. "I'm going to try and find you. Can you walk to me?"
They both end up inside a cavern made entirely of huge crystal formations and glowing mushrooms. The crystals refract the light so the cavern is covered in bright lights to the point its almost blinding.
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
*...and now it loaded near-instantly.*
"You are likely underground. I'm going to try something."
He plays a long, slow chord on his cello, activating his tremorsense.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Woah..." theren murmurs
Leon looks for the person
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He can see a cavern about 200 miles downwards.
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
(good morning everyone)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
They both see a rather giant skeleton encased in a crystal formation. It wears similar cloaks as the vision did, suspended within it. Aasimiars surround the formation, seeming to ignore them both.
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 Cellist fades away into the Spirit Realm and re-manifests down in the cavern. "Are you nearby?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
When he reaches the cavern, he is met by blinding light. Around him, large formations of crystals sprout from nowhere. Bioluminescent mushrooms dot the cave but are amplified by the crystals which produce the light.
'I am here.. I can't see you... I can hear you, but I can't see."
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 ducks behind a rock
"OI!" Leon shouts
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*The Cellist is actually blind, but he has incredible hearing and echolocation.*
He begins to play his cello and walk around, holding it slightly above the cavern floor. "Tell me when it gets closer or father."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Aasimiar's look over curiously at Leon. One with large, ghostly wings walks over and bows there head "Hello there, how may we help 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
As he plays, now he can tell that there are people around him. Aasimiars from the looks of it.
"I can hear you. You sound close..."
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
"What are ya doin to that poor bloke?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Hm? Oh, him. That is an avatar we managed to trap down here." He says and chuckles.
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
At the word avatar Leon's eyes glow purple. "Is he a threat?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I should explain: The Cellist is a Harbinger. Effectively a saint of Crie given terrible power and religious significance in trade for bringing about the "end" of the world. They take their sweet time, obviously, but they are pretty much invariably viewed the same way as archfiends for most religions.*
He ignores the Aasimars. "I'm going to try and find you. Can you walk to me?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Indeed, which is why he is inside the crystal."
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
"I'm stuck.. I can't move.' They murmured.
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
Leon slings his guitar over his back, magical energy flowing off of him. "You are making a mistake."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"How so?" They asked.
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