*you know what? Intro straight to y'alls for heads too*
A figure walks down the dirt path leading to the town, dressed in simple cloths from the looks of it. They wear a wooden 'mask' of sorts with no eyeholes, and a hooded cloak. They appear to wear a copper metallic chestplate, with patchy cloth pants and leather shoes.
Xan looks over, eyebrow raised in curiosity.
The figure seems to look towards them for a moment, before continueing into town
He drops down, sauntering up to them. "Haven't seen you around before."
They nod, speaking oddly, "I am new to this location."
"Obviously dear." He said and chuckled "Name's Xan, we are going to be friends.' he declared.
They tilt their head to a side, "If you say so. People who I've considered friends call me Prayer."
"Very well Prayer, where are you from?" He asked
"I travel from the east." They turn to properly face xan after a moment
Xan nods "Nice out there?"
"I think it is. Nice mountains, cleaner air."
"Hm. I'll have to go out there some day, but I dislike the cold a good bit."
"I do reccomend it" they nod softly
He grins "Wanna head to the tavern? I have someone else I want you to meet"
"That would be nice" from the sound of their voice they seem to smile
He leads him to the tavern and looks around before shouting "ANASTASIUS! WHERE'D GO!"
There's some clattering from upstairs before Ani peeks out from the stairway, "Xan?"
Xan walks over and nuzzles him like a happy cat. "This is Ani. You two seem like you would be friends."
Ani hugs the incubus back happily
Prayer tilts their head, "He has traces of necromatic magic in him, is that normal?" They ask curiously
"Ye. He is a wizard." Xan purrs. "Do you not like it?" He asked, actually concerned.
Ani us to busy snuggling xan to process wether Prayer disliking necromancy could be an issue
"Is it harming him? If not, that ends my cause for concern." They say simply, "It is just more unusual to find on a person than other types."
Several fey courts have had their courthouses completely annihilated. The only things left are smog and a cold iron sign at each location: "NO GODS OR QUEENS, ONLY STEEL"
Deep in the pale mists of the Domains of Dread, a certain Dark Power receives a letter. "...Guissepe, fetch me my good paints." A long, withered claw plays with a scrap of godflesh. "I think we might have a candidate."
*you know what? Intro straight to y'alls for heads too*
A figure walks down the dirt path leading to the town, dressed in simple cloths from the looks of it. They wear a wooden 'mask' of sorts with no eyeholes, and a hooded cloak. They appear to wear a copper metallic chestplate, with patchy cloth pants and leather shoes.
Xan looks over, eyebrow raised in curiosity.
The figure seems to look towards them for a moment, before continueing into town
He drops down, sauntering up to them. "Haven't seen you around before."
They nod, speaking oddly, "I am new to this location."
"Obviously dear." He said and chuckled "Name's Xan, we are going to be friends.' he declared.
They tilt their head to a side, "If you say so. People who I've considered friends call me Prayer."
"Very well Prayer, where are you from?" He asked
"I travel from the east." They turn to properly face xan after a moment
Xan nods "Nice out there?"
"I think it is. Nice mountains, cleaner air."
"Hm. I'll have to go out there some day, but I dislike the cold a good bit."
"I do reccomend it" they nod softly
He grins "Wanna head to the tavern? I have someone else I want you to meet"
"That would be nice" from the sound of their voice they seem to smile
He leads him to the tavern and looks around before shouting "ANASTASIUS! WHERE'D GO!"
There's some clattering from upstairs before Ani peeks out from the stairway, "Xan?"
Xan walks over and nuzzles him like a happy cat. "This is Ani. You two seem like you would be friends."
Ani hugs the incubus back happily
Prayer tilts their head, "He has traces of necromatic magic in him, is that normal?" They ask curiously
"Ye. He is a wizard." Xan purrs. "Do you not like it?" He asked, actually concerned.
Ani us to busy snuggling xan to process wether Prayer disliking necromancy could be an issue
"Is it harming him? If not, that ends my cause for concern." They say simply, "It is just more unusual to find on a person than other types."
Xan looks up at Ani "Is it hurting you?' he asked.
Several fey courts have had their courthouses completely annihilated. The only things left are smog and a cold iron sign at each location: "NO GODS OR QUEENS, ONLY STEEL"
Deep in the pale mists of the Domains of Dread, a certain Dark Power receives a letter. "...Guissepe, fetch me my good paints." A long, withered claw plays with a scrap of godflesh. "I think we might have a candidate."
Yuri makes a pained noise as suddenly she clutches her chest. "Nevermind, he knows." She snarls, her tone turning different along with her eyes "Maybe he fancies a rematch.'
Donn stands before a small cottage house. Mists seem to roll over, killing large spiders that sit in the trees above. A man come south but his lungs are soon destroyed by the mists as well.
Several fey courts have had their courthouses completely annihilated. The only things left are smog and a cold iron sign at each location: "NO GODS OR QUEENS, ONLY STEEL"
Deep in the pale mists of the Domains of Dread, a certain Dark Power receives a letter. "...Guissepe, fetch me my good paints." A long, withered claw plays with a scrap of godflesh. "I think we might have a candidate."
Yuri makes a pained noise as suddenly she clutches her chest. "Nevermind, he knows." She snarls, her tone turning different along with her eyes "Maybe he fancies a rematch.'
Donn stands before a small cottage house. Mists seem to roll over, killing large spiders that sit in the trees above. A man come south but his lungs are soon destroyed by the mists as well.
Out of the cottage walks a towering old man wrapped completely in black fabric with silver buckles, the ends of his wraps floating into the air and seemingly fading away. He was not in the cabin a second ago. "May I speak to Tatiana, please? I believe what I have to say will be of great interest to her."
Several fey courts have had their courthouses completely annihilated. The only things left are smog and a cold iron sign at each location: "NO GODS OR QUEENS, ONLY STEEL"
Deep in the pale mists of the Domains of Dread, a certain Dark Power receives a letter. "...Guissepe, fetch me my good paints." A long, withered claw plays with a scrap of godflesh. "I think we might have a candidate."
Yuri makes a pained noise as suddenly she clutches her chest. "Nevermind, he knows." She snarls, her tone turning different along with her eyes "Maybe he fancies a rematch.'
Donn stands before a small cottage house. Mists seem to roll over, killing large spiders that sit in the trees above. A man come south but his lungs are soon destroyed by the mists as well.
Out of the cottage walks a towering old man wrapped completely in black fabric with silver buckles, the ends of his wraps floating into the air and seemingly fading away. He was not in the cabin a second ago. "May I speak to Tatiana, please? I believe what I have to say will be of great interest to her."
Donn narrows his eyes "I have come for the Weavers Child." He said before his voice turns feminine "Yes dear? I suggest you hurry and speak before I get annoyed."
*since some more stuff is happening, bringing in raven man aswell*
Zenix is sat atop a roof, watching the town
In an explosion of cool blue mist, a scholarly blonde sun elf with streaks of teal in his hair stands behind Zenix. A single drop of his tea lands on the roof. “Hello. A beautiful sight, isn’t it? Hard to believe such dark secrets can lurk around here…”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(I have stuff I wan't to do but can't :< )
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*What do you want to do?*
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
Ani us to busy snuggling xan to process wether Prayer disliking necromancy could be an issue
"Is it harming him? If not, that ends my cause for concern." They say simply, "It is just more unusual to find on a person than other types."
Several fey courts have had their courthouses completely annihilated. The only things left are smog and a cold iron sign at each location: "NO GODS OR QUEENS, ONLY STEEL"
Deep in the pale mists of the Domains of Dread, a certain Dark Power receives a letter. "...Guissepe, fetch me my good paints." A long, withered claw plays with a scrap of godflesh. "I think we might have a candidate."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Yuri?" He says, cautiously approaching
Xan looks up at Ani "Is it hurting you?' he 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
*sorry i keep coming in and out, it’s been an eventful day*
Pch-Ptah finally caught a fish and is making a stew in a hole in the ground.
Nai is still asleep in the corner of the tavern, though she seems to be having a nightmare and is whimpering and occasionally flailing about.
The sun elf has a cup of strange violet tea and is leisurely examining a treatise on extradimensional storage by Heward in an armchair by the fire.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Yuri makes a pained noise as suddenly she clutches her chest. "Nevermind, he knows." She snarls, her tone turning different along with her eyes "Maybe he fancies a rematch.'
Donn stands before a small cottage house. Mists seem to roll over, killing large spiders that sit in the trees above. A man come south but his lungs are soon destroyed by the mists as well.
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
*cut thread with xan cause long*
He shakes his head softly, "No, I have good control iver my magic usually."
She raised a brow as her lips raise in disgust "Ah, the one who left the court." She snarled.
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
(was going to work on some stuff but my Google password isn't working)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"You sure?" He asks, worried.
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
*Ack, always bad when the password doesn't work.*
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 just hoping it didn't get changed again)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Out of the cottage walks a towering old man wrapped completely in black fabric with silver buckles, the ends of his wraps floating into the air and seemingly fading away. He was not in the cabin a second ago. "May I speak to Tatiana, please? I believe what I have to say will be of great interest to her."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*hiya everyone!*
Mori’s circus is putting on a show right out of town.
the Prince in yellow is in an alleyway, vomiting black Ichor. It lifted its mask up slightly, but it’s hiding its face with its hands.
Donn narrows his eyes "I have come for the Weavers Child." He said before his voice turns feminine "Yes dear? I suggest you hurry and speak before I get annoyed."
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
In an explosion of cool blue mist, a scholarly blonde sun elf with streaks of teal in his hair stands behind Zenix. A single drop of his tea lands on the roof. “Hello. A beautiful sight, isn’t it? Hard to believe such dark secrets can lurk around here…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
His eye twitches slightly, "You left our court same as I. Is something messing with you?"
"Yes, I'm fine." He laughs, kissing xan's cheek, "Its nice to be worried about though."