Fischer stops playing, jolted a bit by the weresammy's sudden appearance. "Really? How?"
"It took a lot of reading up on executioners and finding the right one in particular!" He grins "Also a lot of magic."
"Uff (oof in German). That must have been terrible for a cleric of life. So, what did the historians have to say about famed death-thespian, Gericht Fischer?"
"Unfortunately, it's mostly bad stuff." His ears drooped "Quite sorry."
"Uff (oof in German). That must have been terrible for a cleric of life. So, what did the historians have to say about famed death-thespian, Gericht Fischer?"
"Unfortunately, it's mostly bad stuff." His ears drooped "Quite sorry."
"Oh no, I'm quite okay with that. The fact that you are still speaking with me shows that it wasn't too bad. People don't like executioners unless they're putting on a show with someone they don't like. On the bright side, I got free food and drink."
"Uff (oof in German). That must have been terrible for a cleric of life. So, what did the historians have to say about famed death-thespian, Gericht Fischer?"
"Unfortunately, it's mostly bad stuff." His ears drooped "Quite sorry."
"Oh no, I'm quite okay with that. The fact that you are still speaking with me shows that it wasn't too bad. People don't like executioners unless they're putting on a show with someone they don't like. On the bright side, I got free food and drink."
"I don't really believe in good and evil. Everyone is a mix of it." He nods "I try to be good but I know I am not entirely good. No mortal can be. It's impossible." He explains.
"Oh no, I'm quite okay with that. The fact that you are still speaking with me shows that it wasn't too bad. People don't like executioners unless they're putting on a show with someone they don't like. On the bright side, I got free food and drink."
"I don't really believe in good and evil. Everyone is a mix of it." He nods "I try to be good but I know I am not entirely good. No mortal can be. It's impossible." He explains.
"That's a good way to think about it. Most people don't know it, but executioners were actually meant to foster forgiveness. I once saw a woman give an orange to a man who killed her husband. We were in charge of the physical, mental, and spiritual health of our prisoners, and we always asked forgiveness of them before the show started. The reason the executions were so gruesome is that we wanted to be sure we did not have to go to work again so soon."
"Oh no, I'm quite okay with that. The fact that you are still speaking with me shows that it wasn't too bad. People don't like executioners unless they're putting on a show with someone they don't like. On the bright side, I got free food and drink."
"I don't really believe in good and evil. Everyone is a mix of it." He nods "I try to be good but I know I am not entirely good. No mortal can be. It's impossible." He explains.
"That's a good way to think about it. Most people don't know it, but executioners were actually meant to foster forgiveness. I once saw a woman give an orange to a man who killed her husband. We were in charge of the physical, mental, and spiritual health of our prisoners, and we always asked forgiveness of them before the show started. The reason the executions were so gruesome is that we wanted to be sure we did not have to go to work again so soon."
"A negative response. If they accepted forgiveness then they wouldn't have to get hurt." He said "We were trained that way. Did something good, you got a treat! Something bad, a whipping." He drooped his tail and ears "That's why I try to do good. My mind is afraid that someone might whip me again if I do something bad."
The Prince in yellow is drawing magic symbols in the sky, trying to block out the Yellow Star’s light.
Aonghus waves "Hello there!" He wags his tail.
The Prince turns, its eyes glowing a pale yellowish color under the mask.
“An interruption? What does thou need?” It pauses its spell.
"Hm? Nothing at all!" He grins, his tongue lolling out the side "My name is Aonghus Byrne!"
*description?*
”hm… is it possible that you could try and help me? It won’t be too difficult but it would be very kind if you could.”
*A 5'6 Shifter who is always in Hybrid form. He looks like a very fluffy Samoyed Dog with Silver eyes and pure white fur. He wears a sky blue robe and a white sash. He currently has a green-blue knitted horse blanket around his shoulders.*
"That's a good way to think about it. Most people don't know it, but executioners were actually meant to foster forgiveness. I once saw a woman give an orange to a man who killed her husband. We were in charge of the physical, mental, and spiritual health of our prisoners, and we always asked forgiveness of them before the show started. The reason the executions were so gruesome is that we wanted to be sure we did not have to go to work again so soon."
"A negative response. If they accepted forgiveness then they wouldn't have to get hurt." He said "We were trained that way. Did something good, you got a treat! Something bad, a whipping." He drooped his tail and ears "That's why I try to do good. My mind is afraid that someone might whip me again if I do something bad."
"Ah, a tactic as old as time. They have trained you well, but one must not live in fear. Once I am back in the world, I will teach you what I have learned from 400 years in purgatory."
The Prince in yellow is drawing magic symbols in the sky, trying to block out the Yellow Star’s light.
Aonghus waves "Hello there!" He wags his tail.
The Prince turns, its eyes glowing a pale yellowish color under the mask.
“An interruption? What does thou need?” It pauses its spell.
"Hm? Nothing at all!" He grins, his tongue lolling out the side "My name is Aonghus Byrne!"
*description?*
”hm… is it possible that you could try and help me? It won’t be too difficult but it would be very kind if you could.”
*A 5'6 Shifter who is always in Hybrid form. He looks like a very fluffy Samoyed Dog with Silver eyes and pure white fur. He wears a sky blue robe and a white sash. He currently has a green-blue knitted horse blanket around his shoulders.*
"Of course. What needs to be done?"
“There have been these symbols appearing around the village, people, artists are painting them in books and on Walls and it is very dangerous as it is the mark of Carcosa.”
the Prince points to a bright star in the sky, a different color from the rest. A pale yellow star that appeared in the sky a few days ago.
“That light is Carcosa. As long as it’s visible in the sky, those symbols people are drawing will be active and will allow the King itself to spread its vile influence. I need you to find and destroy as many of those symbols as possible while I banish the Star’s light. But be careful, resist its power and don’t stare at them for too long.”
"That's a good way to think about it. Most people don't know it, but executioners were actually meant to foster forgiveness. I once saw a woman give an orange to a man who killed her husband. We were in charge of the physical, mental, and spiritual health of our prisoners, and we always asked forgiveness of them before the show started. The reason the executions were so gruesome is that we wanted to be sure we did not have to go to work again so soon."
"A negative response. If they accepted forgiveness then they wouldn't have to get hurt." He said "We were trained that way. Did something good, you got a treat! Something bad, a whipping." He drooped his tail and ears "That's why I try to do good. My mind is afraid that someone might whip me again if I do something bad."
"Ah, a tactic as old as time. They have trained you well, but one must not live in fear. Once I am back in the world, I will teach you what I have learned from 400 years in purgatory."
"Will it be scary?" He asks, a worried tone lacing his voice. "I don't.. like scary things very much." He explains and messed with his left ear, rubbing use his paw, like a stress response.
The Prince in yellow is drawing magic symbols in the sky, trying to block out the Yellow Star’s light.
Aonghus waves "Hello there!" He wags his tail.
The Prince turns, its eyes glowing a pale yellowish color under the mask.
“An interruption? What does thou need?” It pauses its spell.
"Hm? Nothing at all!" He grins, his tongue lolling out the side "My name is Aonghus Byrne!"
*description?*
”hm… is it possible that you could try and help me? It won’t be too difficult but it would be very kind if you could.”
*A 5'6 Shifter who is always in Hybrid form. He looks like a very fluffy Samoyed Dog with Silver eyes and pure white fur. He wears a sky blue robe and a white sash. He currently has a green-blue knitted horse blanket around his shoulders.*
"Of course. What needs to be done?"
“There have been these symbols appearing around the village, people, artists are painting them in books and on Walls and it is very dangerous as it is the mark of Carcosa.”
the Prince points to a bright star in the sky, a different color from the rest. A pale yellow star that appeared in the sky a few days ago.
“That light is Carcosa. As long as it’s visible in the sky, those symbols people are drawing will be active and will allow the King itself to spread its vile influence. I need you to find and destroy as many of those symbols as possible while I banish the Star’s light. But be careful, resist its power and don’t stare at them for too long.”
"Why do we need to stop him? Is he bad?" He asked.
The Prince in yellow is drawing magic symbols in the sky, trying to block out the Yellow Star’s light.
Aonghus waves "Hello there!" He wags his tail.
The Prince turns, its eyes glowing a pale yellowish color under the mask.
“An interruption? What does thou need?” It pauses its spell.
"Hm? Nothing at all!" He grins, his tongue lolling out the side "My name is Aonghus Byrne!"
*description?*
”hm… is it possible that you could try and help me? It won’t be too difficult but it would be very kind if you could.”
*A 5'6 Shifter who is always in Hybrid form. He looks like a very fluffy Samoyed Dog with Silver eyes and pure white fur. He wears a sky blue robe and a white sash. He currently has a green-blue knitted horse blanket around his shoulders.*
"Of course. What needs to be done?"
“There have been these symbols appearing around the village, people, artists are painting them in books and on Walls and it is very dangerous as it is the mark of Carcosa.”
the Prince points to a bright star in the sky, a different color from the rest. A pale yellow star that appeared in the sky a few days ago.
“That light is Carcosa. As long as it’s visible in the sky, those symbols people are drawing will be active and will allow the King itself to spread its vile influence. I need you to find and destroy as many of those symbols as possible while I banish the Star’s light. But be careful, resist its power and don’t stare at them for too long.”
"Why do we need to stop him? Is he bad?" He asked.
“In its anger, the King has destroyed countless realities and refuses to save its own. Now that I am here, it has drawn its attention to this place and it needs to be stopped.”
The Prince in yellow is drawing magic symbols in the sky, trying to block out the Yellow Star’s light.
Aonghus waves "Hello there!" He wags his tail.
The Prince turns, its eyes glowing a pale yellowish color under the mask.
“An interruption? What does thou need?” It pauses its spell.
"Hm? Nothing at all!" He grins, his tongue lolling out the side "My name is Aonghus Byrne!"
*description?*
”hm… is it possible that you could try and help me? It won’t be too difficult but it would be very kind if you could.”
*A 5'6 Shifter who is always in Hybrid form. He looks like a very fluffy Samoyed Dog with Silver eyes and pure white fur. He wears a sky blue robe and a white sash. He currently has a green-blue knitted horse blanket around his shoulders.*
"Of course. What needs to be done?"
“There have been these symbols appearing around the village, people, artists are painting them in books and on Walls and it is very dangerous as it is the mark of Carcosa.”
the Prince points to a bright star in the sky, a different color from the rest. A pale yellow star that appeared in the sky a few days ago.
“That light is Carcosa. As long as it’s visible in the sky, those symbols people are drawing will be active and will allow the King itself to spread its vile influence. I need you to find and destroy as many of those symbols as possible while I banish the Star’s light. But be careful, resist its power and don’t stare at them for too long.”
"Why do we need to stop him? Is he bad?" He asked.
“In its anger, the King has destroyed countless realities and refuses to save its own. Now that I am here, it has drawn its attention to this place and it needs to be stopped.”
"It's following you?" He looks more worried now "Why?"
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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
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"Unfortunately, it's mostly bad stuff." His ears drooped "Quite sorry."
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 Prince in yellow is drawing magic symbols in the sky, trying to block out the Yellow Star’s light.
"Oh no, I'm quite okay with that. The fact that you are still speaking with me shows that it wasn't too bad. People don't like executioners unless they're putting on a show with someone they don't like. On the bright side, I got free food and drink."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Aonghus waves "Hello there!" He wags his tail.
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 don't really believe in good and evil. Everyone is a mix of it." He nods "I try to be good but I know I am not entirely good. No mortal can be. It's impossible." He explains.
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 Prince turns, its eyes glowing a pale yellowish color under the mask.
“An interruption? What does thou need?” It pauses its spell.
"That's a good way to think about it. Most people don't know it, but executioners were actually meant to foster forgiveness. I once saw a woman give an orange to a man who killed her husband. We were in charge of the physical, mental, and spiritual health of our prisoners, and we always asked forgiveness of them before the show started. The reason the executions were so gruesome is that we wanted to be sure we did not have to go to work again so soon."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Hm? Nothing at all!" He grins, his tongue lolling out the side "My name is Aonghus Byrne!"
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
*description?*
”hm… is it possible that you could try and help me? It won’t be too difficult but it would be very kind if you could.”
*I did way too much research for Fischer*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*no such thing*
*also I love your signature*
"A negative response. If they accepted forgiveness then they wouldn't have to get hurt." He said "We were trained that way. Did something good, you got a treat! Something bad, a whipping." He drooped his tail and ears "That's why I try to do good. My mind is afraid that someone might whip me again if I do something bad."
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
*THATS A GOOD THING.*
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
*A 5'6 Shifter who is always in Hybrid form. He looks like a very fluffy Samoyed Dog with Silver eyes and pure white fur. He wears a sky blue robe and a white sash. He currently has a green-blue knitted horse blanket around his shoulders.*
"Of course. What needs to be done?"
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
"Ah, a tactic as old as time. They have trained you well, but one must not live in fear. Once I am back in the world, I will teach you what I have learned from 400 years in purgatory."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“There have been these symbols appearing around the village, people, artists are painting them in books and on Walls and it is very dangerous as it is the mark of Carcosa.”
the Prince points to a bright star in the sky, a different color from the rest. A pale yellow star that appeared in the sky a few days ago.
“That light is Carcosa. As long as it’s visible in the sky, those symbols people are drawing will be active and will allow the King itself to spread its vile influence. I need you to find and destroy as many of those symbols as possible while I banish the Star’s light. But be careful, resist its power and don’t stare at them for too long.”
"Will it be scary?" He asks, a worried tone lacing his voice. "I don't.. like scary things very much." He explains and messed with his left ear, rubbing use his paw, like a stress response.
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
"Why do we need to stop him? Is he bad?" 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
“In its anger, the King has destroyed countless realities and refuses to save its own. Now that I am here, it has drawn its attention to this place and it needs to be stopped.”
"It's following you?" He looks more worried now "Why?"
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