Theren is stiffly practicing swordplay. He seems to not have as much talent as he used to have and is getting frustrated.
Phoenix is reading indoors.
Henry is strolling through the woods.
Leo is asleep next to Festus.
-new intro-
A young man, about 29, is drinking inside the tavern. He stares into the depth of his glass of whiskey. A black scarf is wrapped around his neck. He has a black shirt along with black pants. He wears grey combat boots. His shaggy black hair hangs over his green eyes. He takes a sip of his whiskey before scribbling something in a journal.
Thirteen is watching Theren carefully, reviewing a much earlier section of his journal.
Eito sits by this man, completely uninvited yet carefree.
Theren curses and sends his sword flying into a training dummy.
He barely acknowledges his existence as he takes another sip of his drink.
Thirteen flinches slightly, but continues reading calmly.
”Sooo… you ever wondered if there were answers to all of life’s questions?”
Theren is cursing as he violently rips the dummy to shreds.
"All the answers I need are at the other end of a knife stranger."
Thirteen chuckles quietly.
“Can a knife stand against utter spiritual enlightenment?”
Theren sits amidst the torn dummy, looking exhausted
"Sure it can."
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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.
“No one is, until they see what a devoted person can truly do. Faith makes you invincible, wise, and kind!”
"Thanks."
"I'm not interested mate."
“I’m so sorry I missed it. It’s been too long, man. I got hung up with a very angry rock gnome and a planar virus and a draconic mafia, and… it’s been crazy.”
”You say that, but everybody deep down wants answers and comfort from a higher power. It’s universal.”
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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.
“No one is, until they see what a devoted person can truly do. Faith makes you invincible, wise, and kind!”
"Thanks."
"I'm not interested mate."
“I’m so sorry I missed it. It’s been too long, man. I got hung up with a very angry rock gnome and a planar virus and a draconic mafia, and… it’s been crazy.”
”You say that, but everybody deep down wants answers and comfort from a higher power. It’s universal.”
"Clearly." he says with a smile
"I'm not interested. And I have my reasons."
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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.
“No one is, until they see what a devoted person can truly do. Faith makes you invincible, wise, and kind!”
"Thanks."
"I'm not interested mate."
“I’m so sorry I missed it. It’s been too long, man. I got hung up with a very angry rock gnome and a planar virus and a draconic mafia, and… it’s been crazy.”
”You say that, but everybody deep down wants answers and comfort from a higher power. It’s universal.”
"Clearly." he says with a smile
"I'm not interested. And I have my reasons."
“I’m sure more’s happened to you than just matrimony, though.”
“Those being?”
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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.
“No one is, until they see what a devoted person can truly do. Faith makes you invincible, wise, and kind!”
"Thanks."
"I'm not interested mate."
“I’m so sorry I missed it. It’s been too long, man. I got hung up with a very angry rock gnome and a planar virus and a draconic mafia, and… it’s been crazy.”
”You say that, but everybody deep down wants answers and comfort from a higher power. It’s universal.”
"Clearly." he says with a smile
"I'm not interested. And I have my reasons."
“I’m sure more’s happened to you than just matrimony, though.”
“Those being?”
"Not stuff I wanna talk about."
His green eyes look directly at him. "Because I've killed gods."
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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.
“No one is, until they see what a devoted person can truly do. Faith makes you invincible, wise, and kind!”
"Thanks."
"I'm not interested mate."
“I’m so sorry I missed it. It’s been too long, man. I got hung up with a very angry rock gnome and a planar virus and a draconic mafia, and… it’s been crazy.”
”You say that, but everybody deep down wants answers and comfort from a higher power. It’s universal.”
"Clearly." he says with a smile
"I'm not interested. And I have my reasons."
“I’m sure more’s happened to you than just matrimony, though.”
“Those being?”
"Not stuff I wanna talk about."
His green eyes look directly at him. "Because I've killed gods."
“Gotcha.” Thirteen swings his arms, feeling a bit awkward. “If you feel it might help, I can supply you with some moving targets.”
”In another consideration, you’ve torn down posters. What you call a ‘god’ is a mere emanation. A shadow.”
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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.
“No one is, until they see what a devoted person can truly do. Faith makes you invincible, wise, and kind!”
"Thanks."
"I'm not interested mate."
“I’m so sorry I missed it. It’s been too long, man. I got hung up with a very angry rock gnome and a planar virus and a draconic mafia, and… it’s been crazy.”
”You say that, but everybody deep down wants answers and comfort from a higher power. It’s universal.”
"Clearly." he says with a smile
"I'm not interested. And I have my reasons."
“I’m sure more’s happened to you than just matrimony, though.”
“Those being?”
"Not stuff I wanna talk about."
His green eyes look directly at him. "Because I've killed gods."
“Gotcha.” Thirteen swings his arms, feeling a bit awkward. “If you feel it might help, I can supply you with some moving targets.”
”In another consideration, you’ve torn down posters. What you call a ‘god’ is a mere emanation. A shadow.”
"No. I'm just frustrated. Ever since I went into that coma my skills are...deteriorating."
"Have you even met a god stranger?"
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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.
“No one is, until they see what a devoted person can truly do. Faith makes you invincible, wise, and kind!”
"Thanks."
"I'm not interested mate."
“I’m so sorry I missed it. It’s been too long, man. I got hung up with a very angry rock gnome and a planar virus and a draconic mafia, and… it’s been crazy.”
”You say that, but everybody deep down wants answers and comfort from a higher power. It’s universal.”
"Clearly." he says with a smile
"I'm not interested. And I have my reasons."
“I’m sure more’s happened to you than just matrimony, though.”
“Those being?”
"Not stuff I wanna talk about."
His green eyes look directly at him. "Because I've killed gods."
“Gotcha.” Thirteen swings his arms, feeling a bit awkward. “If you feel it might help, I can supply you with some moving targets.”
”In another consideration, you’ve torn down posters. What you call a ‘god’ is a mere emanation. A shadow.”
"No. I'm just frustrated. Ever since I went into that coma my skills are...deteriorating."
"Have you even met a god stranger?"
“Huh. You’ve any idea how this is happening?”
“I have communed with the Unknowable. Well, not exactly, but I have been communing with the Light, which is the form taken when It considers Itself in relation to the multiverse. The big difference is that I have amicable relations with deities, and not murderous ones.”
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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.
“No one is, until they see what a devoted person can truly do. Faith makes you invincible, wise, and kind!”
"Thanks."
"I'm not interested mate."
“I’m so sorry I missed it. It’s been too long, man. I got hung up with a very angry rock gnome and a planar virus and a draconic mafia, and… it’s been crazy.”
”You say that, but everybody deep down wants answers and comfort from a higher power. It’s universal.”
"Clearly." he says with a smile
"I'm not interested. And I have my reasons."
“I’m sure more’s happened to you than just matrimony, though.”
“Those being?”
"Not stuff I wanna talk about."
His green eyes look directly at him. "Because I've killed gods."
“Gotcha.” Thirteen swings his arms, feeling a bit awkward. “If you feel it might help, I can supply you with some moving targets.”
”In another consideration, you’ve torn down posters. What you call a ‘god’ is a mere emanation. A shadow.”
"No. I'm just frustrated. Ever since I went into that coma my skills are...deteriorating."
"Have you even met a god stranger?"
“Huh. You’ve any idea how this is happening?”
“I have communed with the Unknowable. Well, not exactly, but I have been communing with the Light, which is the form taken when It considers Itself in relation to the multiverse. The big difference is that I have amicable relations with deities, and not murderous ones.”
"No clue.."
He scowls a bit. "The gods use you as a tool."
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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.
“I have communed with the Unknowable. Well, not exactly, but I have been communing with the Light, which is the form taken when It considers Itself in relation to the multiverse. The big difference is that I have amicable relations with deities, and not murderous ones.”
"No clue.."
He scowls a bit. "The gods use you as a tool."
“I haven’t really studied dream energies. But I’m sure there is a specialist here. There’s gotta be a way to figure this out.”
Eito scowls harder. “A tool is not alive. It is a reflection of its user. I am a companion.”
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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.
“I have communed with the Unknowable. Well, not exactly, but I have been communing with the Light, which is the form taken when It considers Itself in relation to the multiverse. The big difference is that I have amicable relations with deities, and not murderous ones.”
"No clue.."
He scowls a bit. "The gods use you as a tool."
“I haven’t really studied dream energies. But I’m sure there is a specialist here. There’s gotta be a way to figure this out.”
Eito scowls harder. “A tool is not alive. It is a reflection of its user. I am a companion.”
"I'm sure."
He scoffs. "You are a fool then."
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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.
“I have communed with the Unknowable. Well, not exactly, but I have been communing with the Light, which is the form taken when It considers Itself in relation to the multiverse. The big difference is that I have amicable relations with deities, and not murderous ones.”
"No clue.."
He scowls a bit. "The gods use you as a tool."
“I haven’t really studied dream energies. But I’m sure there is a specialist here. There’s gotta be a way to figure this out.”
Eito scowls harder. “A tool is not alive. It is a reflection of its user. I am a companion.”
"I'm sure."
He scoffs. "You are a fool then."
“So when exactly did all this start?”
“I am a PROPHET! I’m bringing everyone here ENLIGHTENMENT!!”
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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.
“I have communed with the Unknowable. Well, not exactly, but I have been communing with the Light, which is the form taken when It considers Itself in relation to the multiverse. The big difference is that I have amicable relations with deities, and not murderous ones.”
"No clue.."
He scowls a bit. "The gods use you as a tool."
“I haven’t really studied dream energies. But I’m sure there is a specialist here. There’s gotta be a way to figure this out.”
Eito scowls harder. “A tool is not alive. It is a reflection of its user. I am a companion.”
"I'm sure."
He scoffs. "You are a fool then."
“So when exactly did all this start?”
“I am a PROPHET! I’m bringing everyone here ENLIGHTENMENT!!”
"two days ago."
"spew your nonsense. No one will believe you."
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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.
Theren sits amidst the torn dummy, looking exhausted
"Sure it can."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“That poor dummy. It could have had a family. You’re heartless.”
”If you’re fighting someone who knows everything, how are you supposed to stab them?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"You know better than to mock me Thirteen."
"You try really hard."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Yes, but it’s oh so fun and it’s been oh so long. How have you been doing?”
“If I didn’t try hard, I would not have come here! I am in this place to convert and enlighten, and bring peace and knowledge to everyone here!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Fine. I got married to Lore."
"I'm not interested in religion."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“You did? That’s amazing! Congratulations!”
“No one is, until they see what a devoted person can truly do. Faith makes you invincible, wise, and kind!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Thanks."
"I'm not interested mate."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I’m so sorry I missed it. It’s been too long, man. I got hung up with a very angry rock gnome and a planar virus and a draconic mafia, and… it’s been crazy.”
”You say that, but everybody deep down wants answers and comfort from a higher power. It’s universal.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Clearly." he says with a smile
"I'm not interested. And I have my reasons."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I’m sure more’s happened to you than just matrimony, though.”
“Those being?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Not stuff I wanna talk about."
His green eyes look directly at him. "Because I've killed gods."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Gotcha.” Thirteen swings his arms, feeling a bit awkward. “If you feel it might help, I can supply you with some moving targets.”
”In another consideration, you’ve torn down posters. What you call a ‘god’ is a mere emanation. A shadow.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"No. I'm just frustrated. Ever since I went into that coma my skills are...deteriorating."
"Have you even met a god stranger?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Huh. You’ve any idea how this is happening?”
“I have communed with the Unknowable. Well, not exactly, but I have been communing with the Light, which is the form taken when It considers Itself in relation to the multiverse. The big difference is that I have amicable relations with deities, and not murderous ones.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"No clue.."
He scowls a bit. "The gods use you as a tool."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I haven’t really studied dream energies. But I’m sure there is a specialist here. There’s gotta be a way to figure this out.”
Eito scowls harder. “A tool is not alive. It is a reflection of its user. I am a companion.”
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'm sure."
He scoffs. "You are a fool then."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“So when exactly did all this start?”
“I am a PROPHET! I’m bringing everyone here ENLIGHTENMENT!!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"two days ago."
"spew your nonsense. No one will believe you."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*How come like 50% of characters on here have killed gods? What is this, a JRPG's sequel?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels