"Nice name. High Critic Sytosc. I'm what's called a Great One. This place can be dangerous, but I take care not to trouble myself with any enemies, like winning and losing, that would cause me to lose sleep at night. That is how I deal with society, and I know that is what brings me happiness. Although, if I were to fight, I wouldn’t lose to anyone."
He blinks "I don't want to fight you, I can tell you would beat me in a second."
"Okay, thanks! Sorry if I was a little dramatic, but in the event you copied the personality of someone bad, I wouldn't want to fight you. You're a good kid."
"Okay, first we gotta peel potatoes. I assume you need no instruction, so I'll start the water." He pulls a bag of about six potatoes out of his briefcase, along with a peeler. He then places a pot on to boil.
He begins to peel them and looks up "I.. don't think I told you my name. I'm Will Glassblood." He said.
"Nice name. High Critic Sytosc. I'm what's called a Great One. This place can be dangerous, but I take care not to trouble myself with any enemies, like winning and losing, that would cause me to lose sleep at night. That is how I deal with society, and I know that is what brings me happiness. Although, if I were to fight, I wouldn’t lose to anyone."
*I was just rereading that and burst out laughing. Things just took a sudden turn for the awesome.*
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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.
"Nice name. High Critic Sytosc. I'm what's called a Great One. This place can be dangerous, but I take care not to trouble myself with any enemies, like winning and losing, that would cause me to lose sleep at night. That is how I deal with society, and I know that is what brings me happiness. Although, if I were to fight, I wouldn’t lose to anyone."
He blinks "I don't want to fight you, I can tell you would beat me in a second."
"Okay, thanks! Sorry if I was a little dramatic, but in the event you copied the personality of someone bad, I wouldn't want to fight you. You're a good kid."
"Its okay. I don't want to fight anyone. I might be a little mean sometimes but I don't mean it."
“Well, I am Thirteen. A wizard of some renown. Specifically necromancy and planar translocation. This is my cat. She’s the only thing keeping me sane in the Shadowfell.” *Thirteen is a sun elf with a friendly, if deeply tired and troubled, face. His hair is blonde with a turquoise streak, and he wears black robes with blue lining. By his side is a flail and journal. Caramel is an undead, slightly rotting tortoiseshell.*
”…who are you? Why did you wake me up?” She asks, sounding somewhat pained. *Nainai is a grey-skinned tiefling with gazelle horns, a winding serpentine tail, and black hair. Her eyes are a dark brown, with deep shadows under them. She has a brown cloak on over studded leather.*
Raphael nods, clearly off settled by the undead. They offer a hand to shake to the sun elf. "Pleasure to meet you. Glad to hear it, sanity is a valuable thing in this modern world."
"I am a sentient, time traveling, magical, artifact-level, lightning summoning, sword." The etheral looking creature replies, "Who is projecting a body via psychic power. I woke you up become you seemed to be haivng a nightmare."
“Aye.” Thirteen shakes their hand. “And who might you be? A traveler? A mercenary? A missionary?”
Nai suddenly bolts fully awake, pulling out a bunch of paper and a pencil. “You’re a WHAT? I gotta get this down.”
"Mmm... a custodian, I guess would be a good term. Someone who seeks to make the word a better place." They explai
They repeat the explanation. "Sentient, time traveling, reality warping, magical, artifact-level, lightning summoning, regenerating, possessive, cursed, sword."
“Ah… you know, I didn’t just come here for a bit of relaxation (though it’s always nice to not have to be in court with Tasha every other week and avoid evil space druids). I came because I have reason to believe that a few eldritch creatures called Others might be in this world. Particularly those called Feakor, Waseworth, and Silbón.”
Nai writes it all down. “And how did you come to be a-“ she checks the paper “-sentient, time traveling, reality warping, magical, artifact-level, lightning summoning, regenerating, possessive, cursed sword?”
*Raphael, being a shapeshifted angel, knows all languages. In addition: Religion: 28* "I see. Most troubling. And where might they be?"
The etheral figure shrugs. "That's the million dollar question... Well, the time traveling and reality warping is a simple answer. Got the Reality Stone and Time Stone."
“I don’t know. I have reason to believe that Feakor is lurking underground. A favored haunt of its. Each Other corresponds to a specific creature type (as the Archmage Union classifies it). Feakor is Undead, Waseworth is Celestial, and Silbón is Humanoid.”
”The what now? Are you telling me objects enabling time travel actually exist?” Nai looks like all her dreams are coming true.
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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.
“Well, I am Thirteen. A wizard of some renown. Specifically necromancy and planar translocation. This is my cat. She’s the only thing keeping me sane in the Shadowfell.” *Thirteen is a sun elf with a friendly, if deeply tired and troubled, face. His hair is blonde with a turquoise streak, and he wears black robes with blue lining. By his side is a flail and journal. Caramel is an undead, slightly rotting tortoiseshell.*
”…who are you? Why did you wake me up?” She asks, sounding somewhat pained. *Nainai is a grey-skinned tiefling with gazelle horns, a winding serpentine tail, and black hair. Her eyes are a dark brown, with deep shadows under them. She has a brown cloak on over studded leather.*
Raphael nods, clearly off settled by the undead. They offer a hand to shake to the sun elf. "Pleasure to meet you. Glad to hear it, sanity is a valuable thing in this modern world."
"I am a sentient, time traveling, magical, artifact-level, lightning summoning, sword." The etheral looking creature replies, "Who is projecting a body via psychic power. I woke you up become you seemed to be haivng a nightmare."
“Aye.” Thirteen shakes their hand. “And who might you be? A traveler? A mercenary? A missionary?”
Nai suddenly bolts fully awake, pulling out a bunch of paper and a pencil. “You’re a WHAT? I gotta get this down.”
"Mmm... a custodian, I guess would be a good term. Someone who seeks to make the word a better place." They explai
They repeat the explanation. "Sentient, time traveling, reality warping, magical, artifact-level, lightning summoning, regenerating, possessive, cursed, sword."
“Ah… you know, I didn’t just come here for a bit of relaxation (though it’s always nice to not have to be in court with Tasha every other week and avoid evil space druids). I came because I have reason to believe that a few eldritch creatures called Others might be in this world. Particularly those called Feakor, Waseworth, and Silbón.”
Nai writes it all down. “And how did you come to be a-“ she checks the paper “-sentient, time traveling, reality warping, magical, artifact-level, lightning summoning, regenerating, possessive, cursed sword?”
*Raphael, being a shapeshifted angel, knows all languages. In addition: Religion: 28* "I see. Most troubling. And where might they be?"
The etheral figure shrugs. "That's the million dollar question... Well, the time traveling and reality warping is a simple answer. Got the Reality Stone and Time Stone."
“I don’t know. I have reason to believe that Feakor is lurking underground. A favored haunt of its. Each Other corresponds to a specific creature type (as the Archmage Union classifies it). Feakor is Undead, Waseworth is Celestial, and Silbón is Humanoid.”
”The what now? Are you telling me objects enabling time travel actually exist?” Nai looks like all her dreams are coming true.
*Did Raphael gain anything from their religion: knowledge check?* "Most intruging. You have been 'hunting' these creatures for a while?"
Meroving nods. "Why do you ask?"
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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
"Okay, thanks! Sorry if I was a little dramatic, but in the event you copied the personality of someone bad, I wouldn't want to fight you. You're a good kid."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hiya pall!*
*ooo, sure. Thiugh I'm bad at swimming, think he can help me stay afloat?*
*Howdy lawrence, how ya doing?*
*I was just rereading that and burst out laughing. Things just took a sudden turn for the awesome.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Its good to know your emotions. Are you upset i some way about them?"
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
"Its okay. I don't want to fight anyone. I might be a little mean sometimes but I don't mean it."
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
*Hello! Would ask you how you are, but I already know that*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"... I guess so. I just do not know how to feel about the situation is a more accurate answer."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
“I don’t know. I have reason to believe that Feakor is lurking underground. A favored haunt of its. Each Other corresponds to a specific creature type (as the Archmage Union classifies it). Feakor is Undead, Waseworth is Celestial, and Silbón is Humanoid.”
”The what now? Are you telling me objects enabling time travel actually exist?” Nai looks like all her dreams are coming true.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*-screams loudly like a person in love-
SHES BLOODY PERFECT!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(why can't I concentrate -~- )
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*We all float down here.*
*I am listening to concepts for DBD.*
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 glad to hear it :D )
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*:)*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Did Raphael gain anything from their religion: knowledge check?*
"Most intruging. You have been 'hunting' these creatures for a while?"
Meroving nods. "Why do you ask?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*WOOOOOO!*
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
*AHAHAHAHA! I HAVE NEVER BEEN THIS DANG HAPPY!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*AHAHAH! IM SO HAPPY*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(well I hope you stay that way)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"You are coming to terms with it." He says and purrs "Thats okay. It takes as long as it takes, it could be years or days."
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