Vincent is outside, his eyes closed. He seems to assemble and disassemble his pistol at lighting fast speeds, timing himself on a small stopwatch. A man stands over him, smoking a cigar. He wears the same uniform as Vincent. His skin is the color of honey and his hair and beard are the color of raven's feathers. He says something in another language that sounds like gentle praise for how well Vincent is doing.
Soap is outside with Romero and Lock, running laps to pass the time. Lock is very far ahead while Romero and Soap try to catch up.
A little black goat is pawing at the ground in the forest, bleating. It keeps digging at this one spot feverishly, trying to dig something up.
Nick appears behind them. "heya."
Phoenix jogs alongside them. "on your left." he says to Lock.
The man looks up and raises a finger to his lips. He moves away from Vincent and smiles at Nick. "Hola amigo. Name's Antonio. Pleasures to meet you." He nods "Vincent's in his 'zone', he don't like to be bothered." He chuckled before raising a brow "What can I help you with?"
Lock snarls behind his mask, sprinting now instead of jogging. Romero and Soap have stopped a few meters back, trying to catch their breath.
"I was hoping to, ah, talk to Vincent..."
Phoenix keeps pace easily. "Come on soldier. I know you can do better than that."
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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.
Vincent is outside, his eyes closed. He seems to assemble and disassemble his pistol at lighting fast speeds, timing himself on a small stopwatch. A man stands over him, smoking a cigar. He wears the same uniform as Vincent. His skin is the color of honey and his hair and beard are the color of raven's feathers. He says something in another language that sounds like gentle praise for how well Vincent is doing.
Soap is outside with Romero and Lock, running laps to pass the time. Lock is very far ahead while Romero and Soap try to catch up.
A little black goat is pawing at the ground in the forest, bleating. It keeps digging at this one spot feverishly, trying to dig something up.
Nick appears behind them. "heya."
Phoenix jogs alongside them. "on your left." he says to Lock.
The man looks up and raises a finger to his lips. He moves away from Vincent and smiles at Nick. "Hola amigo. Name's Antonio. Pleasures to meet you." He nods "Vincent's in his 'zone', he don't like to be bothered." He chuckled before raising a brow "What can I help you with?"
Lock snarls behind his mask, sprinting now instead of jogging. Romero and Soap have stopped a few meters back, trying to catch their breath.
"I was hoping to, ah, talk to Vincent..."
Phoenix keeps pace easily. "Come on soldier. I know you can do better than that."
Antonio tilts his head "Hm? May I ask why?" He asked.
Lock bares his teeth and continues to push forward.
Vincent is outside, his eyes closed. He seems to assemble and disassemble his pistol at lighting fast speeds, timing himself on a small stopwatch. A man stands over him, smoking a cigar. He wears the same uniform as Vincent. His skin is the color of honey and his hair and beard are the color of raven's feathers. He says something in another language that sounds like gentle praise for how well Vincent is doing.
Soap is outside with Romero and Lock, running laps to pass the time. Lock is very far ahead while Romero and Soap try to catch up.
A little black goat is pawing at the ground in the forest, bleating. It keeps digging at this one spot feverishly, trying to dig something up.
Nick appears behind them. "heya."
Phoenix jogs alongside them. "on your left." he says to Lock.
The man looks up and raises a finger to his lips. He moves away from Vincent and smiles at Nick. "Hola amigo. Name's Antonio. Pleasures to meet you." He nods "Vincent's in his 'zone', he don't like to be bothered." He chuckled before raising a brow "What can I help you with?"
Lock snarls behind his mask, sprinting now instead of jogging. Romero and Soap have stopped a few meters back, trying to catch their breath.
"I was hoping to, ah, talk to Vincent..."
Phoenix keeps pace easily. "Come on soldier. I know you can do better than that."
Antonio tilts his head "Hm? May I ask why?" He asked.
Lock bares his teeth and continues to push forward.
"well....last time we talked he kinda ran off...i was rather confused..."
Phoenix still keeps pace, not breaking a sweat.
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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.
During the eclipse yesterday, a pillar of fire erupted from the ground a distance away from the town. Now, the next day, smoke rises from that spot still
A creature made of a black tar like substance is sat on the town square fountain, kicking its feet as they hang off the edge
Rory still hasn't opened the shrine, and people have crowded around outside. Some are seeming concerned, others curious to what's going on, and more are aggravated at it still being shut down
-free choice-
Nick forces his way through the crowd and knocks on the door.
After a few seconds, rory speaks through the door, "I-I'm sorry, w-we're still closed...."
"Rory...its me Nick..can I come in?"
After a few seconds there's a click, and nick is swiftly pulled inside, much to the argument of the horde surrounding the door, who try to get in before rory shuts and locks the door again
"What is going on? Why aren't you opening the door for these people?"
The shrinekeeper oddly looks smaller, maybe with how he presents himself, shaking slightly, "I-i can't.... everything's s-still in disrepair"
"D-do you want me to disperse the crowd for you and then help you clean up?" he asks, taking their hands
They nod softly, trying to slow their breathing, "I-i don't think t-they'll leave..."
He bares his teeth in a smile/snarl. "I can be very persuasive."
"If you say so..." he says,the blindfold not making the snarl known
He opens the door and closes it quickly. He faces the crowd, face set in a grimace
The people who are mostly watching curiosity dint say anything, a few ask if rory is alright, but they're soon drowned out by people demanding to be let inside
In the baby goat's place, the shadowy form of a bipedal goat stands. Golden eyes looking down at Caramel. 'Forgive me.. This is my real fork but that little thing is growing to this.'
In the baby goat's place, the shadowy form of a bipedal goat stands. Golden eyes looking down at Caramel. 'Forgive me.. This is my real fork but that little thing is growing to this.'
<Alright. What’s being dug for? I may be able to help.>
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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.
During the eclipse yesterday, a pillar of fire erupted from the ground a distance away from the town. Now, the next day, smoke rises from that spot still
A creature made of a black tar like substance is sat on the town square fountain, kicking its feet as they hang off the edge
Rory still hasn't opened the shrine, and people have crowded around outside. Some are seeming concerned, others curious to what's going on, and more are aggravated at it still being shut down
-free choice-
Mauric is running through the woods, and comes upon the spot. “Wait, what in the…”
A humanoid covered in a black velvety substance is walking around the fountain, being evangelistic.
The spot is ringed in ash, scorch marks forming odd patterns along the ground. In the center is an odd sphere, around three feet tall
The creature turns to watch them curiously, dripping ink onto the pavement
“Aw [gp], it’s just like that one thing. This is gonna have a beholder in it.” Mauric whips out his glaive, reaches it to its furthest length (about 10 feet out) and pokes the sphere.
”Excuse me ma’am, have you heard of Kasinen? …okay. Sir, sir, have you thought about death? …okay.” Eito continues in this vein for quite some time.
The sphere wobbles a little, but doesn't door much
Getting up off the fountain, they drop onto the ground, pooling slightly before forming back up into a Humanoid shape as they approach Eito
“I should get this back to the inn. There’s a bunch of smart people there.” Mauric gets behind the orb and attempts to push it. Strength: 20
Eito sighs ethereally. In one hand they hold a stack of small, thin, circular black stone tokens.
Make a con save as he starts rolling the odd sphere
They feel an odd tap on their shoulder, "Evening good, yes?"
12
”AUGH!” Eito whirls around, smoldering brightly and his halo splitting and reforming quickly. “Y-yes.”
The sphere is almost unbearably hot, like shoving your hand into a fire, but he's able to move it
The odd inky creature tilts what looks to be its head, "You are having issues?"
During the eclipse yesterday, a pillar of fire erupted from the ground a distance away from the town. Now, the next day, smoke rises from that spot still
A creature made of a black tar like substance is sat on the town square fountain, kicking its feet as they hang off the edge
Rory still hasn't opened the shrine, and people have crowded around outside. Some are seeming concerned, others curious to what's going on, and more are aggravated at it still being shut down
-free choice-
Nick forces his way through the crowd and knocks on the door.
After a few seconds, rory speaks through the door, "I-I'm sorry, w-we're still closed...."
"Rory...its me Nick..can I come in?"
After a few seconds there's a click, and nick is swiftly pulled inside, much to the argument of the horde surrounding the door, who try to get in before rory shuts and locks the door again
"What is going on? Why aren't you opening the door for these people?"
The shrinekeeper oddly looks smaller, maybe with how he presents himself, shaking slightly, "I-i can't.... everything's s-still in disrepair"
"D-do you want me to disperse the crowd for you and then help you clean up?" he asks, taking their hands
They nod softly, trying to slow their breathing, "I-i don't think t-they'll leave..."
He bares his teeth in a smile/snarl. "I can be very persuasive."
"If you say so..." he says,the blindfold not making the snarl known
He opens the door and closes it quickly. He faces the crowd, face set in a grimace
The people who are mostly watching curiosity dint say anything, a few ask if rory is alright, but they're soon drowned out by people demanding to be let inside
"I have a few things to say. Rory is ok. He needs time to prepare this place. If you don't leave now...." he is then covered in a glowing golden aura. "I will make you leave."
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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.
Vincent is outside, his eyes closed. He seems to assemble and disassemble his pistol at lighting fast speeds, timing himself on a small stopwatch. A man stands over him, smoking a cigar. He wears the same uniform as Vincent. His skin is the color of honey and his hair and beard are the color of raven's feathers. He says something in another language that sounds like gentle praise for how well Vincent is doing.
Soap is outside with Romero and Lock, running laps to pass the time. Lock is very far ahead while Romero and Soap try to catch up.
A little black goat is pawing at the ground in the forest, bleating. It keeps digging at this one spot feverishly, trying to dig something up.
Nick appears behind them. "heya."
Phoenix jogs alongside them. "on your left." he says to Lock.
The man looks up and raises a finger to his lips. He moves away from Vincent and smiles at Nick. "Hola amigo. Name's Antonio. Pleasures to meet you." He nods "Vincent's in his 'zone', he don't like to be bothered." He chuckled before raising a brow "What can I help you with?"
Lock snarls behind his mask, sprinting now instead of jogging. Romero and Soap have stopped a few meters back, trying to catch their breath.
"I was hoping to, ah, talk to Vincent..."
Phoenix keeps pace easily. "Come on soldier. I know you can do better than that."
Antonio tilts his head "Hm? May I ask why?" He asked.
Lock bares his teeth and continues to push forward.
"well....last time we talked he kinda ran off...i was rather confused..."
Phoenix still keeps pace, not breaking a sweat.
A look of realization and then understanding passes over Antonio's features. He looks back at Vincent and sighs "If he didn't tell you, then I can't either hermano." He sighs, running a hand through his hair "It isn't my place to say anything."
After a moment, Lock gives up. He heaves a breath and coughs, trying to regain air into his lungs. Soap cackles as Romero helps his friend up.
During the eclipse yesterday, a pillar of fire erupted from the ground a distance away from the town. Now, the next day, smoke rises from that spot still
A creature made of a black tar like substance is sat on the town square fountain, kicking its feet as they hang off the edge
Rory still hasn't opened the shrine, and people have crowded around outside. Some are seeming concerned, others curious to what's going on, and more are aggravated at it still being shut down
-free choice-
Nick forces his way through the crowd and knocks on the door.
After a few seconds, rory speaks through the door, "I-I'm sorry, w-we're still closed...."
"Rory...its me Nick..can I come in?"
After a few seconds there's a click, and nick is swiftly pulled inside, much to the argument of the horde surrounding the door, who try to get in before rory shuts and locks the door again
"What is going on? Why aren't you opening the door for these people?"
The shrinekeeper oddly looks smaller, maybe with how he presents himself, shaking slightly, "I-i can't.... everything's s-still in disrepair"
"D-do you want me to disperse the crowd for you and then help you clean up?" he asks, taking their hands
They nod softly, trying to slow their breathing, "I-i don't think t-they'll leave..."
He bares his teeth in a smile/snarl. "I can be very persuasive."
"If you say so..." he says,the blindfold not making the snarl known
He opens the door and closes it quickly. He faces the crowd, face set in a grimace
The people who are mostly watching curiosity dint say anything, a few ask if rory is alright, but they're soon drowned out by people demanding to be let inside
"I have a few things to say. Rory is ok. He needs time to prepare this place. If you don't leave now...." he is then covered in a glowing golden aura. "I will make you leave."
There's more protesting as some people don't heed his warning
"well....last time we talked he kinda ran off...i was rather confused..."
Phoenix still keeps pace, not breaking a sweat.
A look of realization and then understanding passes over Antonio's features. He looks back at Vincent and sighs "If he didn't tell you, then I can't either hermano." He sighs, running a hand through his hair "It isn't my place to say anything."
After a moment, Lock gives up. He heaves a breath and coughs, trying to regain air into his lungs. Soap cackles as Romero helps his friend up.
"I understand that. He can open up about his past when he wants to....i just wanna know if i did something wrong."
Phoenix stops, not even winded. "You alright there Lock?"
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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 a few things to say. Rory is ok. He needs time to prepare this place. If you don't leave now...." he is then covered in a glowing golden aura. "I will make you leave."
There's more protesting as some people don't heed his warning
"i warned you..." he murmurs. There is then a huge wave of energy. Make a dex save.
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"I was hoping to, ah, talk to Vincent..."
Phoenix keeps pace easily. "Come on soldier. I know you can do better than that."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
<Oh dear.> 8
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Antonio tilts his head "Hm? May I ask why?" He asked.
Lock bares his teeth and continues to push forward.
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
*[le gasp]*
*WNDIGO IS ALIVE*
"well....last time we talked he kinda ran off...i was rather confused..."
Phoenix still keeps pace, not breaking a sweat.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I'm thinking of making an Elden Ring-themed character.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The people who are mostly watching curiosity dint say anything, a few ask if rory is alright, but they're soon drowned out by people demanding to be let inside
*GOOD, she succeeded.*
In the baby goat's place, the shadowy form of a bipedal goat stands. Golden eyes looking down at Caramel. 'Forgive me.. This is my real fork but that little thing is growing to this.'
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
*And they totally aren't remaking Adder for no reason other than Chaos.*
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
<Alright. What’s being dug for? I may be able to help.>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The sphere is almost unbearably hot, like shoving your hand into a fire, but he's able to move it
The odd inky creature tilts what looks to be its head, "You are having issues?"
"I have a few things to say. Rory is ok. He needs time to prepare this place. If you don't leave now...." he is then covered in a glowing golden aura. "I will make you leave."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*YESSSSSSSSSS CHAOS*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*:0* *the lad*
*how are you doing? [Hugsssss]*
A look of realization and then understanding passes over Antonio's features. He looks back at Vincent and sighs "If he didn't tell you, then I can't either hermano." He sighs, running a hand through his hair "It isn't my place to say anything."
After a moment, Lock gives up. He heaves a breath and coughs, trying to regain air into his lungs. Soap cackles as Romero helps his friend 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
There's more protesting as some people don't heed his warning
“OW! I should’ve expected that for a meteorite or whatever, but… ow!”
“W-well, I am. I’m a religious leader, and I’ve been trying to convert the townsfolk, but no one has time to listen, it seems…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Vibin, Exams and such have plagued my brain. I am so tired :.)*
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 understand that. He can open up about his past when he wants to....i just wanna know if i did something wrong."
Phoenix stops, not even winded. "You alright there Lock?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"i warned you..." he murmurs. There is then a huge wave of energy. Make a dex save.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.