"Fine. You are not a suitable host anyway. However, I think you can help me. I need to find a creature that I can use as a host, before this one [gestures at self] decomposes completely."
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
“Interesting.” Thirteen examines the surrounding earth and sticks a single pin of iron in the soil. “And how long have you been reanimating, precisely?”
Vittorsi suddenly appears very sick. He has to cover his nose and mouth. "Please put that away, the pin.. the smell."
“I apologize. Merely testing.” Thirteen quickly replaces it and puts most of his other possessions in his haversack, except for his journal and pencil.
He looks better now, less pale suddenly. He nods and smiles "Quite sorry, my nose is sensitive.."
“No no, I should be more cognizant of other people. In any case, there is an inn not far from here. Would you like to go there?”
"Of course.. Anywhere other than here.." He looks at the grave and quickly looks away.
“About three kilometers east of here. I can accompany you.”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*also hello, it's 2:42 am for me and I have school in the morning. I'm filled with immense suffering amd instead of sleeping I'm watching two gay men get married while I battle eldritch cultists with a shotgun -^-*
*Ah, good ol' Borderlands 3. Blood, Love, and Tentacles, right?*
*ah, a fellow man if culture [salute]*
*IT’S YOU*
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Fine. You are not a suitable host anyway. However, I think you can help me. I need to find a creature that I can use as a host, before this one [gestures at self] decomposes completely."
“First off, that’s very rude of you, second, no I’m not going to help you! You’re a creepy mushroom loser!”
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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.
After Damian get a few drinks down he starts singing a drinking and mumbled version of California Girls as loud as he can.He attempts to get other people to join it.
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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.
“Interesting.” Thirteen examines the surrounding earth and sticks a single pin of iron in the soil. “And how long have you been reanimating, precisely?”
Vittorsi suddenly appears very sick. He has to cover his nose and mouth. "Please put that away, the pin.. the smell."
“I apologize. Merely testing.” Thirteen quickly replaces it and puts most of his other possessions in his haversack, except for his journal and pencil.
He looks better now, less pale suddenly. He nods and smiles "Quite sorry, my nose is sensitive.."
“No no, I should be more cognizant of other people. In any case, there is an inn not far from here. Would you like to go there?”
"Of course.. Anywhere other than here.." He looks at the grave and quickly looks away.
“About three kilometers east of here. I can accompany you.”
He nods and stuffs his hands into his pockets, following him quietly. "Why are you a necromancer?" He suddenly pipes up.
"Just the sensory cortex. You have to inhale it to have any effect, which is difficult for a whole, fresh pepper. If you wanna try it, you have to twist the stem 'till it gives, then pull it out, along with the seeds. The seeds will still pop out if damaged, which isn't really dangerous, but it is very loud. I use them to mimic distant gunshots, and when you're hallucinating and delirious, most people will duck and cover against the imaginary bullets. The seeds also contain most of the heat, so I usually just eat them whole."
"I am fine for this moment." he chuckled "Where did you come from if I may ask?" he asked, tilting his head.
"I forget. The war was so chaotic no one even remembered who they were fighting for or why most of the time. I was born in a sunny, warm, kinda wet area. Perfect for growing peppers, which my mama taught me how to do after my father was drafted when I was four. I always had a love for plants, but once I got drafted at 16 to replace my now-dead father, I didn't get to see many. Flamethrowers and chemical weapons are very hostile to flora. I almost died out there, but the gods had different plans for me. I found the Pattern Screamer peppers, which were so hardy and nutritious that they kept me alive until the end of the war. I ate so much that I decided to just let them grow inside me. Nowadays they only grow in the Gourmet Nightmare, but they can technically sprout anywhere that humanoid blood pools fresh on the ground for enough time. I'm as much pepper as person now, but that doesn't bother me in the slightest."
“First off, that’s very rude of you, second, no I’m not going to help you! You’re a creepy mushroom loser!”
"If you don't [gp]ing stop calling me a loser, I will turn every little part of your pathetic mortal body inside out, and trap you in a state of eternal suffering. I don't mean to be rude, I am simply being honest. Your willpower is strong enough that trying to take over your physical form would be super [gp]ing annoying."
"But also, go [gp] yourself, [gp]."
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
“Interesting.” Thirteen examines the surrounding earth and sticks a single pin of iron in the soil. “And how long have you been reanimating, precisely?”
Vittorsi suddenly appears very sick. He has to cover his nose and mouth. "Please put that away, the pin.. the smell."
“I apologize. Merely testing.” Thirteen quickly replaces it and puts most of his other possessions in his haversack, except for his journal and pencil.
He looks better now, less pale suddenly. He nods and smiles "Quite sorry, my nose is sensitive.."
“No no, I should be more cognizant of other people. In any case, there is an inn not far from here. Would you like to go there?”
"Of course.. Anywhere other than here.." He looks at the grave and quickly looks away.
“About three kilometers east of here. I can accompany you.”
He nods and stuffs his hands into his pockets, following him quietly. "Why are you a necromancer?" He suddenly pipes up.
“Many reasons. My home and family were destroyed by a Shadowfell incursion, and I grew up in the Inner Planes… I guess you could say I was always inclined that way. But mostly, I just chose this life because, where I go, bodies are never in short supply.”
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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.
“First off, that’s very rude of you, second, no I’m not going to help you! You’re a creepy mushroom loser!”
"If you don't [gp]ing stop calling me a loser, I will turn every little part of your pathetic mortal body inside out, and trap you in a state of eternal suffering. I don't mean to be rude, I am simply being honest. Your willpower is strong enough that trying to take over your physical form would be super [gp]ing annoying."
"But also, go [gp] yourself, [gp]."
*wow*
Nai has no response.
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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.
"Just the sensory cortex. You have to inhale it to have any effect, which is difficult for a whole, fresh pepper. If you wanna try it, you have to twist the stem 'till it gives, then pull it out, along with the seeds. The seeds will still pop out if damaged, which isn't really dangerous, but it is very loud. I use them to mimic distant gunshots, and when you're hallucinating and delirious, most people will duck and cover against the imaginary bullets. The seeds also contain most of the heat, so I usually just eat them whole."
"I am fine for this moment." he chuckled "Where did you come from if I may ask?" he asked, tilting his head.
"I forget. The war was so chaotic no one even remembered who they were fighting for or why most of the time. I was born in a sunny, warm, kinda wet area. Perfect for growing peppers, which my mama taught me how to do after my father was drafted when I was four. I always had a love for plants, but once I got drafted at 16 to replace my now-dead father, I didn't get to see many. Flamethrowers and chemical weapons are very hostile to flora. I almost died out there, but the gods had different plans for me. I found the Pattern Screamer peppers, which were so hardy and nutritious that they kept me alive until the end of the war. I ate so much that I decided to just let them grow inside me. Nowadays they only grow in the Gourmet Nightmare, but they can technically sprout anywhere that humanoid blood pools fresh on the ground for enough time. I'm as much pepper as person now, but that doesn't bother me in the slightest."
"Hm... I am sorry for what you have witnessed and suffered." He said gently, his eyes warm "No one should have to suffer that, ever."
“Interesting.” Thirteen examines the surrounding earth and sticks a single pin of iron in the soil. “And how long have you been reanimating, precisely?”
Vittorsi suddenly appears very sick. He has to cover his nose and mouth. "Please put that away, the pin.. the smell."
“I apologize. Merely testing.” Thirteen quickly replaces it and puts most of his other possessions in his haversack, except for his journal and pencil.
He looks better now, less pale suddenly. He nods and smiles "Quite sorry, my nose is sensitive.."
“No no, I should be more cognizant of other people. In any case, there is an inn not far from here. Would you like to go there?”
"Of course.. Anywhere other than here.." He looks at the grave and quickly looks away.
“About three kilometers east of here. I can accompany you.”
He nods and stuffs his hands into his pockets, following him quietly. "Why are you a necromancer?" He suddenly pipes up.
“Many reasons. My home and family were destroyed by a Shadowfell incursion, and I grew up in the Inner Planes… I guess you could say I was always inclined that way. But mostly, I just chose this life because, where I go, bodies are never in short supply.”
"Hm.." He thinks and tilts his head "You seemed to have found me with ease.. How?"
“Interesting.” Thirteen examines the surrounding earth and sticks a single pin of iron in the soil. “And how long have you been reanimating, precisely?”
Vittorsi suddenly appears very sick. He has to cover his nose and mouth. "Please put that away, the pin.. the smell."
“I apologize. Merely testing.” Thirteen quickly replaces it and puts most of his other possessions in his haversack, except for his journal and pencil.
He looks better now, less pale suddenly. He nods and smiles "Quite sorry, my nose is sensitive.."
“No no, I should be more cognizant of other people. In any case, there is an inn not far from here. Would you like to go there?”
"Of course.. Anywhere other than here.." He looks at the grave and quickly looks away.
“About three kilometers east of here. I can accompany you.”
He nods and stuffs his hands into his pockets, following him quietly. "Why are you a necromancer?" He suddenly pipes up.
“Many reasons. My home and family were destroyed by a Shadowfell incursion, and I grew up in the Inner Planes… I guess you could say I was always inclined that way. But mostly, I just chose this life because, where I go, bodies are never in short supply.”
"Hm.." He thinks and tilts his head "You seemed to have found me with ease.. How?"
“Why magic of course.”
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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.
“Interesting.” Thirteen examines the surrounding earth and sticks a single pin of iron in the soil. “And how long have you been reanimating, precisely?”
Vittorsi suddenly appears very sick. He has to cover his nose and mouth. "Please put that away, the pin.. the smell."
“I apologize. Merely testing.” Thirteen quickly replaces it and puts most of his other possessions in his haversack, except for his journal and pencil.
He looks better now, less pale suddenly. He nods and smiles "Quite sorry, my nose is sensitive.."
“No no, I should be more cognizant of other people. In any case, there is an inn not far from here. Would you like to go there?”
"Of course.. Anywhere other than here.." He looks at the grave and quickly looks away.
“About three kilometers east of here. I can accompany you.”
He nods and stuffs his hands into his pockets, following him quietly. "Why are you a necromancer?" He suddenly pipes up.
“Many reasons. My home and family were destroyed by a Shadowfell incursion, and I grew up in the Inner Planes… I guess you could say I was always inclined that way. But mostly, I just chose this life because, where I go, bodies are never in short supply.”
"Hm.." He thinks and tilts his head "You seemed to have found me with ease.. How?"
“Interesting.” Thirteen examines the surrounding earth and sticks a single pin of iron in the soil. “And how long have you been reanimating, precisely?”
Vittorsi suddenly appears very sick. He has to cover his nose and mouth. "Please put that away, the pin.. the smell."
“I apologize. Merely testing.” Thirteen quickly replaces it and puts most of his other possessions in his haversack, except for his journal and pencil.
He looks better now, less pale suddenly. He nods and smiles "Quite sorry, my nose is sensitive.."
“No no, I should be more cognizant of other people. In any case, there is an inn not far from here. Would you like to go there?”
"Of course.. Anywhere other than here.." He looks at the grave and quickly looks away.
“About three kilometers east of here. I can accompany you.”
He nods and stuffs his hands into his pockets, following him quietly. "Why are you a necromancer?" He suddenly pipes up.
“Many reasons. My home and family were destroyed by a Shadowfell incursion, and I grew up in the Inner Planes… I guess you could say I was always inclined that way. But mostly, I just chose this life because, where I go, bodies are never in short supply.”
"Hm.." He thinks and tilts his head "You seemed to have found me with ease.. How?"
“Why magic of course.”
"Hm.." He looks suspicious.
“To be more specific-“ he takes out a golden teardrop-shaped gemstone on a piece of blue thread. “-this. The Bijoux is an ancient item that can be used to detect powerful creatures of specific varieties, and can even be used to guide interplanar travel.”
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"Fine. You are not a suitable host anyway. However, I think you can help me. I need to find a creature that I can use as a host, before this one [gestures at self] decomposes completely."
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."
“About three kilometers east of here. I can accompany you.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*IT’S YOU*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“First off, that’s very rude of you, second, no I’m not going to help you! You’re a creepy mushroom loser!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
After Damian get a few drinks down he starts singing a drinking and mumbled version of California Girls as loud as he can.He attempts to get other people to join it.
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
*oooo, I love that:>*
He nods and stuffs his hands into his pockets, following him quietly. "Why are you a necromancer?" He suddenly pipes up.
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
*GOOOOD MORNING MY LOVELY GOOBERS*
*I feel a lot better after passing out lol, sleep does me good I guess*
"I forget. The war was so chaotic no one even remembered who they were fighting for or why most of the time. I was born in a sunny, warm, kinda wet area. Perfect for growing peppers, which my mama taught me how to do after my father was drafted when I was four. I always had a love for plants, but once I got drafted at 16 to replace my now-dead father, I didn't get to see many. Flamethrowers and chemical weapons are very hostile to flora. I almost died out there, but the gods had different plans for me. I found the Pattern Screamer peppers, which were so hardy and nutritious that they kept me alive until the end of the war. I ate so much that I decided to just let them grow inside me. Nowadays they only grow in the Gourmet Nightmare, but they can technically sprout anywhere that humanoid blood pools fresh on the ground for enough time. I'm as much pepper as person now, but that doesn't bother me in the slightest."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"If you don't [gp]ing stop calling me a loser, I will turn every little part of your pathetic mortal body inside out, and trap you in a state of eternal suffering. I don't mean to be rude, I am simply being honest. Your willpower is strong enough that trying to take over your physical form would be super [gp]ing annoying."
"But also, go [gp] yourself, [gp]."
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."
*:D THANK 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
“Many reasons. My home and family were destroyed by a Shadowfell incursion, and I grew up in the Inner Planes… I guess you could say I was always inclined that way. But mostly, I just chose this life because, where I go, bodies are never in short supply.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*wow*
Nai has no response.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Hm... I am sorry for what you have witnessed and suffered." He said gently, his eyes warm "No one should have to suffer that, ever."
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
"Hm.." He thinks and tilts his head "You seemed to have found me with ease.. How?"
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 magic of course.”
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 JUST GOT A REAL STUPID IDEA BUT ITS FUNNY.*
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
"Hm.." He looks suspicious.
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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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“To be more specific-“ he takes out a golden teardrop-shaped gemstone on a piece of blue thread. “-this. The Bijoux is an ancient item that can be used to detect powerful creatures of specific varieties, and can even be used to guide interplanar travel.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.