A raggedly dressed man in tattered, dirty clothing lays slumped on a bench in the town, motionless. Around him flutter a flock of crows.
Raphael, halfling with green eyes, red hair, elfin ears, walk over to them. They put a blanket over them, seeing if they move
*Do they have truesight?*
*No he doesn't.*
Before you place the blanket on him you see the oil stained finger of his gloved hand rise. A dry voice speaks, "While I appreciate the gift of cloth more than you might realize, please don't put it on me."
"And why is that, sir?" They say, not doing so
"A beautiful spider has spun a web on me while I was sleeping. I would hate for her web to be destroyed, she worked awful hard on it. Take a look." You look and see a gossamer web spreading from the edge of his hat, to the upturned collars of his jacket, to his arms. A glossy black spider with a red hourglass marking on its abdomen hangs suspended by the thin strands of webbing.
“Anyone who I knew the death of wouldn’t be pinned on me, and people who were of species that diverged more and more from the tabaxi body. I did kill one tabaxi, though. That was the first.”
Facinating. You may stop now if you want
Mind stone glows, Mauric goes back to normal
“Oh [gp]. What did I say? WHAT DID I SAY?!?!” Mauric is frantic.
Yossele pats them on the back. Meroving continues: I was just curious, that's all
*trigger warning, just in case*
Mauric pulls a knife from his belt and presses it to his throat quickly. “I’m not going to prison. I know you can do just about anything, but I know you can’t bring me back if I don’t want to. I’m not going to prison.”
*Thanks*
Yossele rolls their eyes. Oh, stop it. Meroving says/commands, willing Mauric to put down their knife. I'm just curious
A raggedly dressed man in tattered, dirty clothing lays slumped on a bench in the town, motionless. Around him flutter a flock of crows.
Raphael, halfling with green eyes, red hair, elfin ears, walk over to them. They put a blanket over them, seeing if they move
*Do they have truesight?*
*No he doesn't.*
Before you place the blanket on him you see the oil stained finger of his gloved hand rise. A dry voice speaks, "While I appreciate the gift of cloth more than you might realize, please don't put it on me."
"And why is that, sir?" They say, not doing so
"A beautiful spider has spun a web on me while I was sleeping. I would hate for her web to be destroyed, she worked awful hard on it. Take a look." You look and see a gossamer web spreading from the edge of his hat, to the upturned collars of his jacket, to his arms. A glossy black spider with a red hourglass marking on its abdomen hangs suspended by the thin strands of webbing.
*Oh, and does true sight reveal anything?*
"Very beautiful indeed. Who might you be?"
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He turns his head from observing the surroundings to look directly at you, "Near death experiences? Whatever do you mean?"
"I've accidentally poisoned myself more times than I can count, I've almost died to my steed at least three times for every month Ive had her, I've also blown up quite a few times from my cooking attempts so on and so forth. I could be quite the menace if I tried "
"My word. That sounds... bothersome. How have you managed to survive all those fatal incidents? Do you have a strain of immortality in your blood or bones?"
“Anyone who I knew the death of wouldn’t be pinned on me, and people who were of species that diverged more and more from the tabaxi body. I did kill one tabaxi, though. That was the first.”
Facinating. You may stop now if you want
Mind stone glows, Mauric goes back to normal
“Oh [gp]. What did I say? WHAT DID I SAY?!?!” Mauric is frantic.
Yossele pats them on the back. Meroving continues: I was just curious, that's all
*trigger warning, just in case*
Mauric pulls a knife from his belt and presses it to his throat quickly. “I’m not going to prison. I know you can do just about anything, but I know you can’t bring me back if I don’t want to. I’m not going to prison.”
*Thanks*
Yossele rolls their eyes. Oh, stop it. Meroving says/commands, willing Mauric to put down their knife. I'm just curious
A raggedly dressed man in tattered, dirty clothing lays slumped on a bench in the town, motionless. Around him flutter a flock of crows.
Raphael, halfling with green eyes, red hair, elfin ears, walk over to them. They put a blanket over them, seeing if they move
*Do they have truesight?*
*No he doesn't.*
Before you place the blanket on him you see the oil stained finger of his gloved hand rise. A dry voice speaks, "While I appreciate the gift of cloth more than you might realize, please don't put it on me."
"And why is that, sir?" They say, not doing so
"A beautiful spider has spun a web on me while I was sleeping. I would hate for her web to be destroyed, she worked awful hard on it. Take a look." You look and see a gossamer web spreading from the edge of his hat, to the upturned collars of his jacket, to his arms. A glossy black spider with a red hourglass marking on its abdomen hangs suspended by the thin strands of webbing.
*Oh, and does true sight reveal anything?*
"Very beautiful indeed. Who might you be?"
"Hm, who am I? What a difficult question to answer. If I could speak spider I would ask this little beauty the same question and I suspect she would say she's a spider." His shoulders shake slightly as he laughs, "Sorry, I have been sitting here with nothing but my thoughts and this arachnid for a long time. I call myself the Hodmedod. You can call me Hod for short. Who are you? I can't really see you well from my positioning."
He turns his head from observing the surroundings to look directly at you, "Near death experiences? Whatever do you mean?"
"I've accidentally poisoned myself more times than I can count, I've almost died to my steed at least three times for every month Ive had her, I've also blown up quite a few times from my cooking attempts so on and so forth. I could be quite the menace if I tried "
"My word. That sounds... bothersome. How have you managed to survive all those fatal incidents? Do you have a strain of immortality in your blood or bones?"
"Honestly I cannot tell my tale to a stranger unless I want to be run out of town. Better to be seen as a liar than a possible threat or silence experiment "
"Hm, who am I? What a difficult question to answer. If I could speak spider I would ask this little beauty the same question and I suspect she would say she's a spider." His shoulders shake slightly as he laughs, "Sorry, I have been sitting here with nothing but my thoughts and this arachnid for a long time. I call myself the Hodmedod. You can call me Hod for short. Who are you? I can't really see you well from my positioning."
"Raphael." They say, "A traveler and a healing, as it were." They state, "If only halflings were taller, and you could see me."
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“Anyone who I knew the death of wouldn’t be pinned on me, and people who were of species that diverged more and more from the tabaxi body. I did kill one tabaxi, though. That was the first.”
Facinating. You may stop now if you want
Mind stone glows, Mauric goes back to normal
“Oh [gp]. What did I say? WHAT DID I SAY?!?!” Mauric is frantic.
Yossele pats them on the back. Meroving continues: I was just curious, that's all
*trigger warning, just in case*
Mauric pulls a knife from his belt and presses it to his throat quickly. “I’m not going to prison. I know you can do just about anything, but I know you can’t bring me back if I don’t want to. I’m not going to prison.”
*Thanks*
Yossele rolls their eyes. Oh, stop it. Meroving says/commands, willing Mauric to put down their knife. I'm just curious
*Anyway, I'm digging myself into a hole. I need a break.*
*Here's characters :>*
Fos is trying to pull herself out of the lake but her long tail is quite heavy and keeps her down a good bit.
Jack is sorting dried mushrooms, humming to himself as he works.
William is frying fillets of trout in a pan, throwing in bits of spices.
“Need a hand? Or two?” Eito stands on the bank.
”Hey Billy!” Mauric strolls through the kitchen door. “Did I make the cut?”
She grins a chipped tooth smile and nods.
"Don't call me Willy." He said, eyes narrowing "And you did well but there is something you have to try first." He walks over to an oven and pulls out a tray of what appears to be ground beef cooking.
“Alright then, take my hands.” Eito reaches out to her.
“Oh boy! Ambiguous meat!” Mauric reaches quickly for it, but then pulls back. “Oop, that’s hot. Sorry.”
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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.
Quickly, his entire manner changes. “Cool.” He is relaxed again and drops the knife. “Sorry bout that.”
I have that effect on people. It's fine. They shrug their shoulders.
*You know of Hazbin Hotel?*
*i do know of it, namely because whenever i say salutations they break into Stayed Gone and it just spiraled from there. i’ve never watched any of it, but i know a bit about some of the characters.*
“Well, this was a bit of a misunderstanding. Who are you, though?”
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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.
Quickly, his entire manner changes. “Cool.” He is relaxed again and drops the knife. “Sorry bout that.”
I have that effect on people. It's fine. They shrug their shoulders.
*You know of Hazbin Hotel?*
*i do know of it, namely because whenever i say salutations they break into Stayed Gone and it just spiraled from there. i’ve never watched any of it, but i know a bit about some of the characters.*
“Well, this was a bit of a misunderstanding. Who are you, though?”
*Well if you ever watched the original polit on YouTube, Meroving is similar to Alastor. Alastor looks for Entertaiment, same as Meroving*
The golem grins. A time traveling, sentient, reality warping, magic, cursed, lightning summoning, artifact sword
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*Anyway, I'm digging myself into a hole. I need a break.*
*Here's characters :>*
Fos is trying to pull herself out of the lake but her long tail is quite heavy and keeps her down a good bit.
Jack is sorting dried mushrooms, humming to himself as he works.
William is frying fillets of trout in a pan, throwing in bits of spices.
“Need a hand? Or two?” Eito stands on the bank.
”Hey Billy!” Mauric strolls through the kitchen door. “Did I make the cut?”
She grins a chipped tooth smile and nods.
"Don't call me Willy." He said, eyes narrowing "And you did well but there is something you have to try first." He walks over to an oven and pulls out a tray of what appears to be ground beef cooking.
“Alright then, take my hands.” Eito reaches out to her.
“Oh boy! Ambiguous meat!” Mauric reaches quickly for it, but then pulls back. “Oop, that’s hot. Sorry.”
She chirps and latches on but she is very very heavy, her tail making up most of it.
"A beautiful spider has spun a web on me while I was sleeping. I would hate for her web to be destroyed, she worked awful hard on it. Take a look." You look and see a gossamer web spreading from the edge of his hat, to the upturned collars of his jacket, to his arms. A glossy black spider with a red hourglass marking on its abdomen hangs suspended by the thin strands of webbing.
“You can’t tell. Threats won’t work, so I’m begging you. Don’t. Please.” Mauric looks desperate.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Oh, and does true sight reveal anything?*
"Very beautiful indeed. Who might you be?"
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"My word. That sounds... bothersome. How have you managed to survive all those fatal incidents? Do you have a strain of immortality in your blood or bones?"
I won't. That's not my place, to pass judgement in such a way. Meroving reassures them
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*Anyone exist right now :<*
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, who am I? What a difficult question to answer. If I could speak spider I would ask this little beauty the same question and I suspect she would say she's a spider." His shoulders shake slightly as he laughs, "Sorry, I have been sitting here with nothing but my thoughts and this arachnid for a long time. I call myself the Hodmedod. You can call me Hod for short. Who are you? I can't really see you well from my positioning."
*tons*
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"Honestly I cannot tell my tale to a stranger unless I want to be run out of town. Better to be seen as a liar than a possible threat or silence experiment "
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
"Raphael." They say, "A traveler and a healing, as it were." They state, "If only halflings were taller, and you could see me."
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*GHOSTIE!!!!*
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
*Hi!*
Yossele is dead
Meroving is skipping rocks
Raphael is knitting
*Ghost is happy to see Wendigo/Lawrence again. How are you?*
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Quickly, his entire manner changes. “Cool.” He is relaxed again and drops the knife. “Sorry bout that.”
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 that effect on people. It's fine. They shrug their shoulders.
*You know of Hazbin Hotel?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
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 do know of it, namely because whenever i say salutations they break into Stayed Gone and it just spiraled from there. i’ve never watched any of it, but i know a bit about some of the characters.*
“Well, this was a bit of a misunderstanding. Who are you, though?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Lore appears besides Raphael, beaming brightly. "Hi!" She chirps.
*Lawrence is vibing to the Hamilton Mixtape*
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
*Well if you ever watched the original polit on YouTube, Meroving is similar to Alastor. Alastor looks for Entertaiment, same as Meroving*
The golem grins. A time traveling, sentient, reality warping, magic, cursed, lightning summoning, artifact sword
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She chirps and latches on but she is very very heavy, her tail making up most of it.
"Hm." He chuckles. (Investigation or Perception)
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’m realizing upon rereading some of my older posts how ambiguously i communicate. it’s a big problem.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.