There is a streak of light as something flies to the ground before landing in the fields outside the tavern. A woman, standing 5'3, stands up from a crater she made, fretting. She waves a hand as grass and flowers grow with ease over the impact. She sighs and runs her fingers through her white hair, looking tired. She fixes her white dress and looks around.
"This place has changed.." she murmured.
"Oh someone with some history, do tell if you are so inclined" Damian said walking (Or at least trying to considering how drunk he is) up to the relatively short woman "I've been waiting for some info on this place."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
There is a streak of light as something flies to the ground before landing in the fields outside the tavern. A woman, standing 5'3, stands up from a crater she made, fretting. She waves a hand as grass and flowers grow with ease over the impact. She sighs and runs her fingers through her white hair, looking tired. She fixes her white dress and looks around.
"This place has changed.." she murmured.
"Oh someone with some history, do tell if you are so inclined" Damian said walking (Or at least trying to considering how drunk he is) up to the relatively short woman "I've been waiting for some info on this place."
She bristles "Dear, don't come any closer. You smell retched." She tries not to hurl. "I am Morgana. Mother of Life... Who in the world's are you?"
There is a streak of light as something flies to the ground before landing in the fields outside the tavern. A woman, standing 5'3, stands up from a crater she made, fretting. She waves a hand as grass and flowers grow with ease over the impact. She sighs and runs her fingers through her white hair, looking tired. She fixes her white dress and looks around.
"This place has changed.." she murmured.
"Oh someone with some history, do tell if you are so inclined" Damian said walking (Or at least trying to considering how drunk he is) up to the relatively short woman "I've been waiting for some info on this place."
She bristles "Dear, don't come any closer. You smell retched." She tries not to hurl. "I am Morgana. Mother of Life... Who in the world's are you?"
"I go by many names, The crimson king being one of them but most just call me arson man but my name is Damian, nice to meet you" Damian attempts to bow but cant manage it with his tipsy leg "I apologize for the smell I've just been trying to drown my sorrows like the rest."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
There is a streak of light as something flies to the ground before landing in the fields outside the tavern. A woman, standing 5'3, stands up from a crater she made, fretting. She waves a hand as grass and flowers grow with ease over the impact. She sighs and runs her fingers through her white hair, looking tired. She fixes her white dress and looks around.
"This place has changed.." she murmured.
*Mind if I introduce Gregor? He's a mushroom man, so he might have some interesting interactions with her.*
There is a streak of light as something flies to the ground before landing in the fields outside the tavern. A woman, standing 5'3, stands up from a crater she made, fretting. She waves a hand as grass and flowers grow with ease over the impact. She sighs and runs her fingers through her white hair, looking tired. She fixes her white dress and looks around.
"This place has changed.." she murmured.
*Mind if I introduce Gregor? He's a mushroom man, so he might have some interesting interactions with her.*
There is a streak of light as something flies to the ground before landing in the fields outside the tavern. A woman, standing 5'3, stands up from a crater she made, fretting. She waves a hand as grass and flowers grow with ease over the impact. She sighs and runs her fingers through her white hair, looking tired. She fixes her white dress and looks around.
"This place has changed.." she murmured.
*Mind if I introduce Gregor? He's a mushroom man, so he might have some interesting interactions with her.*
*Do you know,/the mushroom man,/The mushroom man,/The mushroom man.../*
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
There is a streak of light as something flies to the ground before landing in the fields outside the tavern. A woman, standing 5'3, stands up from a crater she made, fretting. She waves a hand as grass and flowers grow with ease over the impact. She sighs and runs her fingers through her white hair, looking tired. She fixes her white dress and looks around.
"This place has changed.." she murmured.
"Oh someone with some history, do tell if you are so inclined" Damian said walking (Or at least trying to considering how drunk he is) up to the relatively short woman "I've been waiting for some info on this place."
She bristles "Dear, don't come any closer. You smell retched." She tries not to hurl. "I am Morgana. Mother of Life... Who in the world's are you?"
"I go by many names, The crimson king being one of them but most just call me arson man but my name is Damian, nice to meet you" Damian attempts to bow but cant manage it with his tipsy leg "I apologize for the smell I've just been trying to drown my sorrows like the rest."
She narrows her eyes "Lovely.." she fixes her hair, little snowbell blossoms sprouting from the locks like they were nestled there and hiding. "Please don't drink.. Its all I am asking. Its not good to forget what experiences made you"
There is a streak of light as something flies to the ground before landing in the fields outside the tavern. A woman, standing 5'3, stands up from a crater she made, fretting. She waves a hand as grass and flowers grow with ease over the impact. She sighs and runs her fingers through her white hair, looking tired. She fixes her white dress and looks around.
"This place has changed.." she murmured.
"Oh someone with some history, do tell if you are so inclined" Damian said walking (Or at least trying to considering how drunk he is) up to the relatively short woman "I've been waiting for some info on this place."
She bristles "Dear, don't come any closer. You smell retched." She tries not to hurl. "I am Morgana. Mother of Life... Who in the world's are you?"
"I go by many names, The crimson king being one of them but most just call me arson man but my name is Damian, nice to meet you" Damian attempts to bow but cant manage it with his tipsy leg "I apologize for the smell I've just been trying to drown my sorrows like the rest."
She narrows her eyes "Lovely.." she fixes her hair, little snowbell blossoms sprouting from the locks like they were nestled there and hiding. "Please don't drink.. Its all I am asking. Its not good to forget what experiences made you"
"I wish I could forget the crimes I committed, the people I've massacred, sometimes I wish I could forget it all and live in peace but with the debts I owe its never that simple."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
There is a streak of light as something flies to the ground before landing in the fields outside the tavern. A woman, standing 5'3, stands up from a crater she made, fretting. She waves a hand as grass and flowers grow with ease over the impact. She sighs and runs her fingers through her white hair, looking tired. She fixes her white dress and looks around.
"This place has changed.." she murmured.
A spindly, emaciated man fully covered in black wraps has come to investigate. His too-small, uncolored cherubic mask stares at her expressionlessly. He straightens his duster and holds out a bony, long-fingered hand to help her out of the crater. She cannot only feel but see the hyphae coming off of him, reaching out 10 feet in every direction, feeling and testing everything to see if it is edible.
There is a streak of light as something flies to the ground before landing in the fields outside the tavern. A woman, standing 5'3, stands up from a crater she made, fretting. She waves a hand as grass and flowers grow with ease over the impact. She sighs and runs her fingers through her white hair, looking tired. She fixes her white dress and looks around.
"This place has changed.." she murmured.
"Oh someone with some history, do tell if you are so inclined" Damian said walking (Or at least trying to considering how drunk he is) up to the relatively short woman "I've been waiting for some info on this place."
She bristles "Dear, don't come any closer. You smell retched." She tries not to hurl. "I am Morgana. Mother of Life... Who in the world's are you?"
"I go by many names, The crimson king being one of them but most just call me arson man but my name is Damian, nice to meet you" Damian attempts to bow but cant manage it with his tipsy leg "I apologize for the smell I've just been trying to drown my sorrows like the rest."
She narrows her eyes "Lovely.." she fixes her hair, little snowbell blossoms sprouting from the locks like they were nestled there and hiding. "Please don't drink.. Its all I am asking. Its not good to forget what experiences made you"
"I wish I could forget the crimes I committed, the people I've massacred, sometimes I wish I could forget it all and live in peace but with the debts I owe its never that simple."
"But that has gotten you where you are today dear.. it's not a bad or good thing, there is no good and bad."
There is a streak of light as something flies to the ground before landing in the fields outside the tavern. A woman, standing 5'3, stands up from a crater she made, fretting. She waves a hand as grass and flowers grow with ease over the impact. She sighs and runs her fingers through her white hair, looking tired. She fixes her white dress and looks around.
"This place has changed.." she murmured.
A spindly, emaciated man fully covered in black wraps has come to investigate. His too-small, uncolored cherubic mask stares at her expressionlessly. He straightens his duster and holds out a bony, long-fingered hand to help her out of the crater. She cannot only feel but see the hyphae coming off of him, reaching out 10 feet in every direction, feeling and testing everything to see if it is edible.
"That was quite a fall you took. Celestial?"
She smiles "Unfortunately, it was. And yes, I am. Who are you?" She asked tilting her head, smiling warmly.
There is a streak of light as something flies to the ground before landing in the fields outside the tavern. A woman, standing 5'3, stands up from a crater she made, fretting. She waves a hand as grass and flowers grow with ease over the impact. She sighs and runs her fingers through her white hair, looking tired. She fixes her white dress and looks around.
"This place has changed.." she murmured.
"Oh someone with some history, do tell if you are so inclined" Damian said walking (Or at least trying to considering how drunk he is) up to the relatively short woman "I've been waiting for some info on this place."
She bristles "Dear, don't come any closer. You smell retched." She tries not to hurl. "I am Morgana. Mother of Life... Who in the world's are you?"
"I go by many names, The crimson king being one of them but most just call me arson man but my name is Damian, nice to meet you" Damian attempts to bow but cant manage it with his tipsy leg "I apologize for the smell I've just been trying to drown my sorrows like the rest."
She narrows her eyes "Lovely.." she fixes her hair, little snowbell blossoms sprouting from the locks like they were nestled there and hiding. "Please don't drink.. Its all I am asking. Its not good to forget what experiences made you"
"I wish I could forget the crimes I committed, the people I've massacred, sometimes I wish I could forget it all and live in peace but with the debts I owe its never that simple."
"But that has gotten you where you are today dear.. it's not a bad or good thing, there is no good and bad."
"Well you aren't wrong little lady, now if you don't mind I'm going to shower and sober up. We'll talk after." and with that Damian goes to wash up.
There is a streak of light as something flies to the ground before landing in the fields outside the tavern. A woman, standing 5'3, stands up from a crater she made, fretting. She waves a hand as grass and flowers grow with ease over the impact. She sighs and runs her fingers through her white hair, looking tired. She fixes her white dress and looks around.
"This place has changed.." she murmured.
"Oh someone with some history, do tell if you are so inclined" Damian said walking (Or at least trying to considering how drunk he is) up to the relatively short woman "I've been waiting for some info on this place."
She bristles "Dear, don't come any closer. You smell retched." She tries not to hurl. "I am Morgana. Mother of Life... Who in the world's are you?"
"I go by many names, The crimson king being one of them but most just call me arson man but my name is Damian, nice to meet you" Damian attempts to bow but cant manage it with his tipsy leg "I apologize for the smell I've just been trying to drown my sorrows like the rest."
She narrows her eyes "Lovely.." she fixes her hair, little snowbell blossoms sprouting from the locks like they were nestled there and hiding. "Please don't drink.. Its all I am asking. Its not good to forget what experiences made you"
"I wish I could forget the crimes I committed, the people I've massacred, sometimes I wish I could forget it all and live in peace but with the debts I owe its never that simple."
"But that has gotten you where you are today dear.. it's not a bad or good thing, there is no good and bad."
"Well you aren't wrong little lady, now if you don't mind I'm going to shower and sober up. We'll talk after."
"Dear, do not call me little please.. I have been around for eons." She tilts her head
There is a streak of light as something flies to the ground before landing in the fields outside the tavern. A woman, standing 5'3, stands up from a crater she made, fretting. She waves a hand as grass and flowers grow with ease over the impact. She sighs and runs her fingers through her white hair, looking tired. She fixes her white dress and looks around.
"This place has changed.." she murmured.
A spindly, emaciated man fully covered in black wraps has come to investigate. His too-small, uncolored cherubic mask stares at her expressionlessly. He straightens his duster and holds out a bony, long-fingered hand to help her out of the crater. She cannot only feel but see the hyphae coming off of him, reaching out 10 feet in every direction, feeling and testing everything to see if it is edible.
"That was quite a fall you took. Celestial?"
She smiles "Unfortunately, it was. And yes, I am. Who are you?" She asked tilting her head, smiling warmly.
The entity's wraps move as if he were smiling back. "Gregor. Sometimes called Gregor the Faminous because of my appetite. Who would you happen to be? Not an enemy of the undead, I hope."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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*hoi Moon*
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
*Yo does anybody like dragon quest?*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*IM BACK!! :D*
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
"Oh someone with some history, do tell if you are so inclined" Damian said walking (Or at least trying to considering how drunk he is) up to the relatively short woman "I've been waiting for some info on this place."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
She bristles "Dear, don't come any closer. You smell retched." She tries not to hurl. "I am Morgana. Mother of Life... Who in the world's are 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
(hello)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"I go by many names, The crimson king being one of them but most just call me arson man but my name is Damian, nice to meet you" Damian attempts to bow but cant manage it with his tipsy leg "I apologize for the smell I've just been trying to drown my sorrows like the rest."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*Mind if I introduce Gregor? He's a mushroom man, so he might have some interesting interactions with her.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Course!*
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
*Do you know,/the mushroom man,/The mushroom man,/The mushroom man.../*
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
She narrows her eyes "Lovely.." she fixes her hair, little snowbell blossoms sprouting from the locks like they were nestled there and hiding. "Please don't drink.. Its all I am asking. Its not good to forget what experiences made 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
(evening)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"I wish I could forget the crimes I committed, the people I've massacred, sometimes I wish I could forget it all and live in peace but with the debts I owe its never that simple."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
A spindly, emaciated man fully covered in black wraps has come to investigate. His too-small, uncolored cherubic mask stares at her expressionlessly. He straightens his duster and holds out a bony, long-fingered hand to help her out of the crater. She cannot only feel but see the hyphae coming off of him, reaching out 10 feet in every direction, feeling and testing everything to see if it is edible.
"That was quite a fall you took. Celestial?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*If anyone wants to know what she looks like, this is it: https://images.app.goo.gl/akWo21mb1EAvAWjx7*
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
"But that has gotten you where you are today dear.. it's not a bad or good thing, there is no good and 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
She smiles "Unfortunately, it was. And yes, I am. Who are you?" She asked tilting her head, smiling warmly.
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
"Well you aren't wrong little lady, now if you don't mind I'm going to shower and sober up. We'll talk after." and with that Damian goes to wash up.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"Dear, do not call me little please.. I have been around for eons." She tilts her head
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 entity's wraps move as if he were smiling back. "Gregor. Sometimes called Gregor the Faminous because of my appetite. Who would you happen to be? Not an enemy of the undead, I hope."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels