Vittorsi is outside, sharpening his sword while humming to himself. He managed to recover his old plate armor, having polished that before hand and ridding the rust from the metal.
William is out in the woods, hunting. He is huge, with a long decaying body and great claws that shine cruelly. He is feasting on a carcass of a middle-age male human.
The Beckoning Cat is standing in the rain, staring at the sky.
The masked figure watches Vittorsi sharpen his sword from a slight distance, seeming to not want to bother him
William smells blood jn the air, more blood than what's coming from the human
Vittorsi stops, his eyes closing before he turns to the figure, smiling warmly. "Hello there.."
He follows it, red tinted saliva dripping from his jaws.
The figure tilts their head, before speaking back in a soft voice, "Hello."
The scent grows more as he heads towards a clearing, see what looks like elves
"Who're you?" He asked, chuckling.
He keeps low, his claws gripping into the dirt.
"Nobody important." They shrug
The elves shout something in elvish as one if them is attacked by whatever they're surrounding
"Yes you are. You were born for a reason." He chuckles.
Vittorsi is outside, sharpening his sword while humming to himself. He managed to recover his old plate armor, having polished that before hand and ridding the rust from the metal.
William is out in the woods, hunting. He is huge, with a long decaying body and great claws that shine cruelly. He is feasting on a carcass of a middle-age male human.
The Beckoning Cat is standing in the rain, staring at the sky.
There is a pitiful roar from the woods.
He turns, his glowing white eyes turning towards the noise. He disappears into a flash of lightning, appearing within the vicinity of the noise.
A tarrasque lays dead. Theren stands nearby, covered in blood and wounds.
The Beckoning Cat walks over, electrical energy dancing across its golden fur. It looks down at Theren, doing nothing except simply staring
"Can I help you?" he asks, not looking
"..." It says nothing and picks up Theren quietly. Theren finds his wounds are healed within seconds.
"Thanks. Can ya put me down ya glowing furball?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
William is out in the woods, hunting. He is huge, with a long decaying body and great claws that shine cruelly. He is feasting on a carcass of a middle-age male human.
The Mushroom Man creeps forward on all fours, his long, thin limbs making strange squishing sounds.
*for size reference, The Mushroom Man is 30 feet tall when standing upright.*
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
Vittorsi is outside, sharpening his sword while humming to himself. He managed to recover his old plate armor, having polished that before hand and ridding the rust from the metal.
William is out in the woods, hunting. He is huge, with a long decaying body and great claws that shine cruelly. He is feasting on a carcass of a middle-age male human.
The Beckoning Cat is standing in the rain, staring at the sky.
There is a pitiful roar from the woods.
He turns, his glowing white eyes turning towards the noise. He disappears into a flash of lightning, appearing within the vicinity of the noise.
A tarrasque lays dead. Theren stands nearby, covered in blood and wounds.
The Beckoning Cat walks over, electrical energy dancing across its golden fur. It looks down at Theren, doing nothing except simply staring
"Can I help you?" he asks, not looking
"..." It says nothing and picks up Theren quietly. Theren finds his wounds are healed within seconds.
William is out in the woods, hunting. He is huge, with a long decaying body and great claws that shine cruelly. He is feasting on a carcass of a middle-age male human.
The Mushroom Man creeps forward on all fours, his long, thin limbs making strange squishing sounds.
*for size reference, The Mushroom Man is 30 feet tall when standing upright.*
William snarls, sniffing the air. "What... Do you... Want."
Vittorsi is outside, sharpening his sword while humming to himself. He managed to recover his old plate armor, having polished that before hand and ridding the rust from the metal.
William is out in the woods, hunting. He is huge, with a long decaying body and great claws that shine cruelly. He is feasting on a carcass of a middle-age male human.
The Beckoning Cat is standing in the rain, staring at the sky.
There is a pitiful roar from the woods.
He turns, his glowing white eyes turning towards the noise. He disappears into a flash of lightning, appearing within the vicinity of the noise.
A tarrasque lays dead. Theren stands nearby, covered in blood and wounds.
The Beckoning Cat walks over, electrical energy dancing across its golden fur. It looks down at Theren, doing nothing except simply staring
"Can I help you?" he asks, not looking
"..." It says nothing and picks up Theren quietly. Theren finds his wounds are healed within seconds.
"Thanks. Can ya put me down ya glowing furball?"
It remains quiet, not letting go.
"Hello?" he asks, kind of nervous
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Vittorsi is outside, sharpening his sword while humming to himself. He managed to recover his old plate armor, having polished that before hand and ridding the rust from the metal.
William is out in the woods, hunting. He is huge, with a long decaying body and great claws that shine cruelly. He is feasting on a carcass of a middle-age male human.
The Beckoning Cat is standing in the rain, staring at the sky.
The masked figure watches Vittorsi sharpen his sword from a slight distance, seeming to not want to bother him
William smells blood jn the air, more blood than what's coming from the human
Vittorsi stops, his eyes closing before he turns to the figure, smiling warmly. "Hello there.."
He follows it, red tinted saliva dripping from his jaws.
The figure tilts their head, before speaking back in a soft voice, "Hello."
The scent grows more as he heads towards a clearing, see what looks like elves
"Who're you?" He asked, chuckling.
He keeps low, his claws gripping into the dirt.
"Nobody important." They shrug
The elves shout something in elvish as one if them is attacked by whatever they're surrounding
"Yes you are. You were born for a reason." He chuckles.
I am going to need a WIS save from the elves.
"Hm. Then you can call me Argent" They day with what sounds like a smile
Vittorsi is outside, sharpening his sword while humming to himself. He managed to recover his old plate armor, having polished that before hand and ridding the rust from the metal.
William is out in the woods, hunting. He is huge, with a long decaying body and great claws that shine cruelly. He is feasting on a carcass of a middle-age male human.
The Beckoning Cat is standing in the rain, staring at the sky.
There is a pitiful roar from the woods.
He turns, his glowing white eyes turning towards the noise. He disappears into a flash of lightning, appearing within the vicinity of the noise.
A tarrasque lays dead. Theren stands nearby, covered in blood and wounds.
The Beckoning Cat walks over, electrical energy dancing across its golden fur. It looks down at Theren, doing nothing except simply staring
"Can I help you?" he asks, not looking
"..." It says nothing and picks up Theren quietly. Theren finds his wounds are healed within seconds.
"Thanks. Can ya put me down ya glowing furball?"
It remains quiet, not letting go.
"Hello?" he asks, kind of nervous
"You are exactly what I am looking for." He said suddenly, his voice deep and thunderous.
Vittorsi is outside, sharpening his sword while humming to himself. He managed to recover his old plate armor, having polished that before hand and ridding the rust from the metal.
William is out in the woods, hunting. He is huge, with a long decaying body and great claws that shine cruelly. He is feasting on a carcass of a middle-age male human.
The Beckoning Cat is standing in the rain, staring at the sky.
The masked figure watches Vittorsi sharpen his sword from a slight distance, seeming to not want to bother him
William smells blood jn the air, more blood than what's coming from the human
Vittorsi stops, his eyes closing before he turns to the figure, smiling warmly. "Hello there.."
He follows it, red tinted saliva dripping from his jaws.
The figure tilts their head, before speaking back in a soft voice, "Hello."
The scent grows more as he heads towards a clearing, see what looks like elves
"Who're you?" He asked, chuckling.
He keeps low, his claws gripping into the dirt.
"Nobody important." They shrug
The elves shout something in elvish as one if them is attacked by whatever they're surrounding
"Yes you are. You were born for a reason." He chuckles.
I am going to need a WIS save from the elves.
"Hm. Then you can call me Argent" They day with what sounds like a smile
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Vittorsi smiles "I like it... It's short and beautiful."
They don't notice as tendrils of darkness wrap around their legs and pull them backwards.
Vittorsi is outside, sharpening his sword while humming to himself. He managed to recover his old plate armor, having polished that before hand and ridding the rust from the metal.
William is out in the woods, hunting. He is huge, with a long decaying body and great claws that shine cruelly. He is feasting on a carcass of a middle-age male human.
The Beckoning Cat is standing in the rain, staring at the sky.
There is a pitiful roar from the woods.
He turns, his glowing white eyes turning towards the noise. He disappears into a flash of lightning, appearing within the vicinity of the noise.
A tarrasque lays dead. Theren stands nearby, covered in blood and wounds.
The Beckoning Cat walks over, electrical energy dancing across its golden fur. It looks down at Theren, doing nothing except simply staring
"Can I help you?" he asks, not looking
"..." It says nothing and picks up Theren quietly. Theren finds his wounds are healed within seconds.
"Thanks. Can ya put me down ya glowing furball?"
It remains quiet, not letting go.
"Hello?" he asks, kind of nervous
"You are exactly what I am looking for." He said suddenly, his voice deep and thunderous.
"Uh...mind elaborating?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
William is out in the woods, hunting. He is huge, with a long decaying body and great claws that shine cruelly. He is feasting on a carcass of a middle-age male human.
The Mushroom Man creeps forward on all fours, his long, thin limbs making strange squishing sounds.
*for size reference, The Mushroom Man is 30 feet tall when standing upright.*
William snarls, sniffing the air. "What... Do you... Want."
Vittorsi is outside, sharpening his sword while humming to himself. He managed to recover his old plate armor, having polished that before hand and ridding the rust from the metal.
William is out in the woods, hunting. He is huge, with a long decaying body and great claws that shine cruelly. He is feasting on a carcass of a middle-age male human.
The Beckoning Cat is standing in the rain, staring at the sky.
There is a pitiful roar from the woods.
He turns, his glowing white eyes turning towards the noise. He disappears into a flash of lightning, appearing within the vicinity of the noise.
A tarrasque lays dead. Theren stands nearby, covered in blood and wounds.
The Beckoning Cat walks over, electrical energy dancing across its golden fur. It looks down at Theren, doing nothing except simply staring
"Can I help you?" he asks, not looking
"..." It says nothing and picks up Theren quietly. Theren finds his wounds are healed within seconds.
"Thanks. Can ya put me down ya glowing furball?"
It remains quiet, not letting go.
"Hello?" he asks, kind of nervous
"You are exactly what I am looking for." He said suddenly, his voice deep and thunderous.
"Uh...mind elaborating?"
"I need someone to take my power. You are a perfect fit. There is no one better." It said, it's glowing eyes narrowing.
William is out in the woods, hunting. He is huge, with a long decaying body and great claws that shine cruelly. He is feasting on a carcass of a middle-age male human.
The Mushroom Man creeps forward on all fours, his long, thin limbs making strange squishing sounds.
*for size reference, The Mushroom Man is 30 feet tall when standing upright.*
William snarls, sniffing the air. "What... Do you... Want."
"Well if you say so, what's your name stranger?" Ragnerious said placing his sword on the ground and sitting down.
"Theren Dotsk."
"You're not much for words are you friend, Well we all can't be talkers." Ragnerious reaches into his bag and grabs a jar of lemonade "Want a refill?"
"No thanks." he says, handing back the glass
"So what brings you this neck of the woods?" Ragnerious grabs the glass and looks around "Metaphorically speaking."
"A place to rest."
"Now that is something we both seek, but my situation may be a bit more complex than your's." Ragnerious turns his head to the sky "Peace is something that is hard to find."
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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.
"No thanks." he says, handing back the glass
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Yes you are. You were born for a reason." He chuckles.
I am going to need a WIS save from the elves.
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
"Thanks. Can ya put me down ya glowing furball?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Mushroom Man creeps forward on all fours, his long, thin limbs making strange squishing sounds.
*for size reference, The Mushroom Man is 30 feet tall when standing upright.*
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."
It remains quiet, not letting go.
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
William snarls, sniffing the air. "What... Do you... Want."
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?" he asks, kind of nervous
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Hm. Then you can call me Argent" They day with what sounds like a smile
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"You are exactly what I am looking for." He said suddenly, his voice deep and thunderous.
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
Vittorsi smiles "I like it... It's short and beautiful."
They don't notice as tendrils of darkness wrap around their legs and pull them backwards.
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
"Uh...mind elaborating?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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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."
"So what brings you this neck of the woods?" Ragnerious grabs the glass and looks around "Metaphorically speaking."
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 place to rest."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I need someone to take my power. You are a perfect fit. There is no one better." It said, it's glowing eyes narrowing.
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
He bares his rotten teeth "No... I.. do not .. make.. deals."
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...uh...how exactly does that work mate?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Assured death."
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
"Now that is something we both seek, but my situation may be a bit more complex than your's." Ragnerious turns his head to the sky "Peace is something that is hard to find."
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
"Like you dying? Cause if i die my wife wont be too happy.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.