Visstori is outside, reading about hundred different history books at a time. He is trying to rearrange the timelines to figure out where and when exactly he died so he can catch up on what he missed.
William is outside, sipping coffee while sketching out an idea for a cake. Form the drawing, it looks beautiful. The ingredients list written down besides it.
Morgana is happily perfecting her lantern tree, planting seeds in a small spot for a test trial of how they will work with the environment.
Damian walks up and hugs Morgana as if they were old friends
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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.
Visstori is outside, reading about hundred different history books at a time. He is trying to rearrange the timelines to figure out where and when exactly he died so he can catch up on what he missed.
William is outside, sipping coffee while sketching out an idea for a cake. Form the drawing, it looks beautiful. The ingredients list written down besides it.
Morgana is happily perfecting her lantern tree, planting seeds in a small spot for a test trial of how they will work with the environment.
Damian walks up and hugs Morgana as if they were old friends
She grins and hugs them back happily "Hello dear!"
Visstori is outside, reading about hundred different history books at a time. He is trying to rearrange the timelines to figure out where and when exactly he died so he can catch up on what he missed.
William is outside, sipping coffee while sketching out an idea for a cake. Form the drawing, it looks beautiful. The ingredients list written down besides it.
Morgana is happily perfecting her lantern tree, planting seeds in a small spot for a test trial of how they will work with the environment.
<Hey cool, a cake!> Pch’Ptah runs up and examines the drawing, dashing the lists aside.
He looks up, head tilted. "Thank you. I plan on using extra light cream and pastry dough to give it a light airy feeling." He explains.
<Wow! I don’t know anything about baking, but that sounds cool. So what’s your deal? I get the feeling you’re more than just a baker.>
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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.
Visstori is outside, reading about hundred different history books at a time. He is trying to rearrange the timelines to figure out where and when exactly he died so he can catch up on what he missed.
William is outside, sipping coffee while sketching out an idea for a cake. Form the drawing, it looks beautiful. The ingredients list written down besides it.
Morgana is happily perfecting her lantern tree, planting seeds in a small spot for a test trial of how they will work with the environment.
Damian walks up and hugs Morgana as if they were old friends
She grins and hugs them back happily "Hello dear!"
"It's good to see you again, What a beautiful tree that is." Damian smiles back at the goddess
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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.
Visstori is outside, reading about hundred different history books at a time. He is trying to rearrange the timelines to figure out where and when exactly he died so he can catch up on what he missed.
William is outside, sipping coffee while sketching out an idea for a cake. Form the drawing, it looks beautiful. The ingredients list written down besides it.
Morgana is happily perfecting her lantern tree, planting seeds in a small spot for a test trial of how they will work with the environment.
<Hey cool, a cake!> Pch’Ptah runs up and examines the drawing, dashing the lists aside.
He looks up, head tilted. "Thank you. I plan on using extra light cream and pastry dough to give it a light airy feeling." He explains.
<Wow! I don’t know anything about baking, but that sounds cool. So what’s your deal? I get the feeling you’re more than just a baker.>
He tilts his head, his face blank. "How so?" He asked
Casey flips upside down in the air and scratches his chin. “How old exactly? Not sure. Been around longer than counting’s been a thing. I think.”
“Interesting. What brings you here then?” Behind his back, Thirteen pulls the Bijoux from his haversack carefully.
“It’s prolly a good place to make some deals. Have some fun. Gamble a little.”
“Deals? I don’t take you to be a fiend… what might you be?”
Casey shrugs. “Something similar to a poltergeist. What are you?”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Visstori is outside, reading about hundred different history books at a time. He is trying to rearrange the timelines to figure out where and when exactly he died so he can catch up on what he missed.
William is outside, sipping coffee while sketching out an idea for a cake. Form the drawing, it looks beautiful. The ingredients list written down besides it.
Morgana is happily perfecting her lantern tree, planting seeds in a small spot for a test trial of how they will work with the environment.
Damian walks up and hugs Morgana as if they were old friends
She grins and hugs them back happily "Hello dear!"
"It's good to see you again, What a beautiful tree that is." Damian smiles back at the goddess
"Thank you! It's a Lantern Tree. It has seeds that are bioluminescent. The skin of the fruit flowers the sunlight during the day so the seeds can glow at night."
Vittorsi looks over at Cathan, waving. "Can I still take you up on the offer of a meal?" He asked.
Morgana appears beside him and grins, holding one of the lantern fruit. "Look!" She beams.
William walks over and smiles "Got room for one?"
"'Course." He grunts, speaking in a gruff and borderline standoffish manner. (They're by the road right now.) He slops out a big bowl of stew for Vittorsi.
He gets up off the ground. "What is it?" He asks, his voice filled with curiosity and wonder.
"Of course. I'm just waiting for either of my hunters to arrive with those ingredients. They're both on break at the moment. What do you think of using mycoprotein?"
Visstori is outside, reading about hundred different history books at a time. He is trying to rearrange the timelines to figure out where and when exactly he died so he can catch up on what he missed.
William is outside, sipping coffee while sketching out an idea for a cake. Form the drawing, it looks beautiful. The ingredients list written down besides it.
Morgana is happily perfecting her lantern tree, planting seeds in a small spot for a test trial of how they will work with the environment.
Damian walks up and hugs Morgana as if they were old friends
She grins and hugs them back happily "Hello dear!"
"It's good to see you again, What a beautiful tree that is." Damian smiles back at the goddess
"Thank you! It's a Lantern Tree. It has seeds that are bioluminescent. The skin of the fruit flowers the sunlight during the day so the seeds can glow at night."
"That is truly amazing but I should expected such things from a goddess." Damian began to stare at the tree "I've seen some amazing things but this is something astonishing."
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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.
Casey flips upside down in the air and scratches his chin. “How old exactly? Not sure. Been around longer than counting’s been a thing. I think.”
“Interesting. What brings you here then?” Behind his back, Thirteen pulls the Bijoux from his haversack carefully.
“It’s prolly a good place to make some deals. Have some fun. Gamble a little.”
“Deals? I don’t take you to be a fiend… what might you be?”
Casey shrugs. “Something similar to a poltergeist. What are you?”
“A sun elf. At least, mostly. By now, I might be more than a little aberrant.”
Casey’s blue eye flashes twice this time. “A sun elf? I ain’t seen one of those in a while. Come to think of it, this is the first time I can see the sun in ages.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Visstori is outside, reading about hundred different history books at a time. He is trying to rearrange the timelines to figure out where and when exactly he died so he can catch up on what he missed.
William is outside, sipping coffee while sketching out an idea for a cake. Form the drawing, it looks beautiful. The ingredients list written down besides it.
Morgana is happily perfecting her lantern tree, planting seeds in a small spot for a test trial of how they will work with the environment.
<Hey cool, a cake!> Pch’Ptah runs up and examines the drawing, dashing the lists aside.
He looks up, head tilted. "Thank you. I plan on using extra light cream and pastry dough to give it a light airy feeling." He explains.
<Wow! I don’t know anything about baking, but that sounds cool. So what’s your deal? I get the feeling you’re more than just a baker.>
He tilts his head, his face blank. "How so?" He asked
<I dunno. Just a sense of mine.>
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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.
Vittorsi looks over at Cathan, waving. "Can I still take you up on the offer of a meal?" He asked.
Morgana appears beside him and grins, holding one of the lantern fruit. "Look!" She beams.
William walks over and smiles "Got room for one?"
"'Course." He grunts, speaking in a gruff and borderline standoffish manner. (They're by the road right now.) He slops out a big bowl of stew for Vittorsi.
He gets up off the ground. "What is it?" He asks, his voice filled with curiosity and wonder.
"Of course. I'm just waiting for either of my hunters to arrive with those ingredients. They're both on break at the moment. What do you think of using mycoprotein?"
He chuckles lightly and takes it, bowing his head.
"Lantern fruit! It's seeds are bioluminescent! The skin of the fruit absorbs the sunlight and the seeds use that as energy!"
"Mycoprotein?" He asks, raises a brow "Do I want to know?" He chuckles and sips his coffee.
Casey flips upside down in the air and scratches his chin. “How old exactly? Not sure. Been around longer than counting’s been a thing. I think.”
“Interesting. What brings you here then?” Behind his back, Thirteen pulls the Bijoux from his haversack carefully.
“It’s prolly a good place to make some deals. Have some fun. Gamble a little.”
“Deals? I don’t take you to be a fiend… what might you be?”
Casey shrugs. “Something similar to a poltergeist. What are you?”
“A sun elf. At least, mostly. By now, I might be more than a little aberrant.”
Casey’s blue eye flashes twice this time. “A sun elf? I ain’t seen one of those in a while. Come to think of it, this is the first time I can see the sun in ages.”
“Same here. I was in the Astral Plane for the last decade, only talking to Heward occasionally.”
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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.
Visstori is outside, reading about hundred different history books at a time. He is trying to rearrange the timelines to figure out where and when exactly he died so he can catch up on what he missed.
William is outside, sipping coffee while sketching out an idea for a cake. Form the drawing, it looks beautiful. The ingredients list written down besides it.
Morgana is happily perfecting her lantern tree, planting seeds in a small spot for a test trial of how they will work with the environment.
Damian walks up and hugs Morgana as if they were old friends
She grins and hugs them back happily "Hello dear!"
"It's good to see you again, What a beautiful tree that is." Damian smiles back at the goddess
"Thank you! It's a Lantern Tree. It has seeds that are bioluminescent. The skin of the fruit flowers the sunlight during the day so the seeds can glow at night."
"That is truly amazing but I should expected such things from a goddess." Damian began to stare at the tree "I've seen some amazing things but this is something astonishing."
She chuckles "You are too kind. It's just something I hope will be nice in the environments around swamps and such."
"More then you would imagine but it was definitely worth."
Lenny nods looking a bit confused at the statement before George appears behind him holding a wooden rod, "We're done here, come on Lenny." He begins ushering Lenny through the portal before looking over, "And you, bard, please return the bag into the hole. You can just toss it in." tosses over the pouch, " And this, for helping us out a little and watching Lenny." tosses over the wooden rod, "Farewell." unceremoniously kicks Lenny, who waves bye, through before following close behind
Visstori is outside, reading about hundred different history books at a time. He is trying to rearrange the timelines to figure out where and when exactly he died so he can catch up on what he missed.
William is outside, sipping coffee while sketching out an idea for a cake. Form the drawing, it looks beautiful. The ingredients list written down besides it.
Morgana is happily perfecting her lantern tree, planting seeds in a small spot for a test trial of how they will work with the environment.
<Hey cool, a cake!> Pch’Ptah runs up and examines the drawing, dashing the lists aside.
He looks up, head tilted. "Thank you. I plan on using extra light cream and pastry dough to give it a light airy feeling." He explains.
<Wow! I don’t know anything about baking, but that sounds cool. So what’s your deal? I get the feeling you’re more than just a baker.>
He tilts his head, his face blank. "How so?" He asked
<I dunno. Just a sense of mine.>
He smiles emotionlessly "A sense hm? What does this sense tell you?"
There's the sound of loud rock music right outside of the tavern as music notes appear in the air. Seconds later a teenager walks out of a tear in reality. She has blonde hair, green eyes, an odd aesthetic.
She's followed by a hulking anthropomorphic weasel, mongoose...thing. it has mostly black fur aside from a pink Mohawk and markings around its eyes. It's teeth are a black metal, as are it's claws. It wears a coat over a dress shirt, messily shoved into their pants. It's hard to tell what gender they are. They both pant as the music stops.
Visstori is outside, reading about hundred different history books at a time. He is trying to rearrange the timelines to figure out where and when exactly he died so he can catch up on what he missed.
William is outside, sipping coffee while sketching out an idea for a cake. Form the drawing, it looks beautiful. The ingredients list written down besides it.
Morgana is happily perfecting her lantern tree, planting seeds in a small spot for a test trial of how they will work with the environment.
<Hey cool, a cake!> Pch’Ptah runs up and examines the drawing, dashing the lists aside.
He looks up, head tilted. "Thank you. I plan on using extra light cream and pastry dough to give it a light airy feeling." He explains.
<Wow! I don’t know anything about baking, but that sounds cool. So what’s your deal? I get the feeling you’re more than just a baker.>
He tilts his head, his face blank. "How so?" He asked
<I dunno. Just a sense of mine.>
He smiles emotionlessly "A sense hm? What does this sense tell you?"
It shrugs. <Jus’ that you’re more than meets the eye…>
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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.
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Damian walks up and hugs Morgana as if they were old friends
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
Vittorsi looks over at Cathan, waving. "Can I still take you up on the offer of a meal?" He asked.
Morgana appears beside him and grins, holding one of the lantern fruit. "Look!" She beams.
William walks over and smiles "Got room for one?"
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 grins and hugs them back happily "Hello dear!"
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
<Wow! I don’t know anything about baking, but that sounds cool. So what’s your deal? I get the feeling you’re more than just a baker.>
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 good to see you again, What a beautiful tree that is." Damian smiles back at the goddess
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
He tilts his head, his face blank. "How so?" 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
Casey shrugs. “Something similar to a poltergeist. What are you?”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
"Thank you! It's a Lantern Tree. It has seeds that are bioluminescent. The skin of the fruit flowers the sunlight during the day so the seeds can glow at night."
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
"'Course." He grunts, speaking in a gruff and borderline standoffish manner. (They're by the road right now.) He slops out a big bowl of stew for Vittorsi.
He gets up off the ground. "What is it?" He asks, his voice filled with curiosity and wonder.
"Of course. I'm just waiting for either of my hunters to arrive with those ingredients. They're both on break at the moment. What do you think of using mycoprotein?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"That is truly amazing but I should expected such things from a goddess." Damian began to stare at the tree "I've seen some amazing things but this is something astonishing."
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 sun elf. At least, mostly. By now, I might be more than a little aberrant.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Casey’s blue eye flashes twice this time. “A sun elf? I ain’t seen one of those in a while. Come to think of it, this is the first time I can see the sun in ages.”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
<I dunno. Just a sense of mine.>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He chuckles lightly and takes it, bowing his head.
"Lantern fruit! It's seeds are bioluminescent! The skin of the fruit absorbs the sunlight and the seeds use that as energy!"
"Mycoprotein?" He asks, raises a brow "Do I want to know?" He chuckles and sips his coffee.
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
“Same here. I was in the Astral Plane for the last decade, only talking to Heward occasionally.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She chuckles "You are too kind. It's just something I hope will be nice in the environments around swamps and such."
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
Lenny nods looking a bit confused at the statement before George appears behind him holding a wooden rod, "We're done here, come on Lenny." He begins ushering Lenny through the portal before looking over, "And you, bard, please return the bag into the hole. You can just toss it in." tosses over the pouch, " And this, for helping us out a little and watching Lenny." tosses over the wooden rod, "Farewell." unceremoniously kicks Lenny, who waves bye, through before following close behind
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He smiles emotionlessly "A sense hm? What does this sense tell 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
There's the sound of loud rock music right outside of the tavern as music notes appear in the air. Seconds later a teenager walks out of a tear in reality. She has blonde hair, green eyes, an odd aesthetic.
She's followed by a hulking anthropomorphic weasel, mongoose...thing. it has mostly black fur aside from a pink Mohawk and markings around its eyes. It's teeth are a black metal, as are it's claws. It wears a coat over a dress shirt, messily shoved into their pants. It's hard to tell what gender they are. They both pant as the music stops.
Put your spoiler here.


Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
It shrugs. <Jus’ that you’re more than meets the eye…>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.