Theren is standing amidst a few dead owlbear corpses.
Phoenix is standing in a mercenary camp, a few mercs dead around him.
Nick is cornered in an alleyway, his golden aura flaring as 3 thugs and him get into combat.
The Stormtroopers are engaged in combat with the native wildlife.
Mauric, running from the stormtroopers like a goof, comes upon this scene. “Oh my.”
A roar echoes from the direction of the Ivory Tomb.
Phoenix is calmly reloading his pistol.
The troopers turn towards the noise. "What the..."
Mauric calls to Phoenix, “Hey, what happened here?”
Birds rise from the area, about a mile away.
Phoenix holsters his pistol and wipes his knife free of blood. He has a mask on with a red skull on it. "Making people get what they deserve."
A few troopers go to the source of the noise.
“Oh cool! We have something in common.” Mauric examines one of the bodies.
There is what resembles a ritual site, with short white stone obelisks circling a roofless well. Blood covers the obelisks, and small flowers grow around the circle.
Phoenix glares at them. "We have nothing in common."
"Stay sharp..." one murmurs.
“You don’t even know me!” Mauric looks hurt.
A faint pearly mist rolls from the edges of the well, and a stone ladder is inside of it, leading into a hole of untold depths…
"My reasoning exactly."
"Let's go. Flashlights on." one troopers says, light flicking on.
“Well, do you enjoy rare and semi-dangerous foods, puzzles, and/or classical music?”
It’s still dark in the hole, but you can see the shape of the bottom of the well somewhat…
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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.
In the center of the town, a large crowd had gathered around a festive celebration. The air was filled with the enchanting melody of accordions, violins, drums, and guitars, all blending together to create a symphony of sound that reverberated throughout the streets. The crowd was an eclectic mix of people, from young children to elderly couples, all entranced by the music.
In the midst of the celebration, a woman stood on the edge of a fountain, her bright red hair cascading down her back in wild and untamed waves. She was dressed in a flowing white dress that swirled around her as she moved, her bare feet tapping to the rhythm of the music.
As the instruments played, the woman began to dance, her movements graceful and fluid as she twirled and spun around the fountain. Her almond-colored skin shimmered in the sunlight, and her eyes, the color of blue sea glass, sparkled with joy.
As she danced, the woman began to sing, her voice sweet and melodious, carrying through the air and captivating the attention of all those around her. The crowd fell silent, listening intently to her song. For a moment, the world stood still, lost in the beauty of the music and the woman's dancing.
"With my blue eyes Sparkling deep sea blue eyes Giving the crew the old 'Aye oh ' I want a lifeboat man.
I heaved myself into the sea Screaming 'Come on boys, come and rescue me'
With my blue eyes Sparkling deep sea blue eyes Giving the crew the old 'Aye oh ' I want a lifeboat man."
A trooper with red markings on his armor watches from a fruit stand. A rotary cannon over his back. He seems mesmerized.
Once she is done, she bows. The crowd erupts into applause, cheering in amazement and joy.
The troopers claps slowly, slightly weary of all the people.
Once the crowd disperse a bit, she sits down next to the fountain. She sorts through the tips that were left for her in a basket.
Droidbait walks over cautiously. "Some performance there."
She doesn't look up at first but as his boots come into her field of view, she looks up. Her eyes soften as she meets his visor's eyes. "Much thanks," she says and makes the hand sign for 'thank you', but her words seem a bit garbled like she isn't used to using her tongue despite the song she has just sung.
Theren is standing amidst a few dead owlbear corpses.
Phoenix is standing in a mercenary camp, a few mercs dead around him.
Nick is cornered in an alleyway, his golden aura flaring as 3 thugs and him get into combat.
The Stormtroopers are engaged in combat with the native wildlife.
Mauric, running from the stormtroopers like a goof, comes upon this scene. “Oh my.”
A roar echoes from the direction of the Ivory Tomb.
Phoenix is calmly reloading his pistol.
The troopers turn towards the noise. "What the..."
Mauric calls to Phoenix, “Hey, what happened here?”
Birds rise from the area, about a mile away.
Phoenix holsters his pistol and wipes his knife free of blood. He has a mask on with a red skull on it. "Making people get what they deserve."
A few troopers go to the source of the noise.
“Oh cool! We have something in common.” Mauric examines one of the bodies.
There is what resembles a ritual site, with short white stone obelisks circling a roofless well. Blood covers the obelisks, and small flowers grow around the circle.
Phoenix glares at them. "We have nothing in common."
"Stay sharp..." one murmurs.
“You don’t even know me!” Mauric looks hurt.
A faint pearly mist rolls from the edges of the well, and a stone ladder is inside of it, leading into a hole of untold depths…
"My reasoning exactly."
"Let's go. Flashlights on." one troopers says, light flicking on.
“Well, do you enjoy rare and semi-dangerous foods, puzzles, and/or classical music?”
It’s still dark in the hole, but you can see the shape of the bottom of the well somewhat…
"No, no, and no."
One of the troopers drops a flare down there, lit.
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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.
In the center of the town, a large crowd had gathered around a festive celebration. The air was filled with the enchanting melody of accordions, violins, drums, and guitars, all blending together to create a symphony of sound that reverberated throughout the streets. The crowd was an eclectic mix of people, from young children to elderly couples, all entranced by the music.
In the midst of the celebration, a woman stood on the edge of a fountain, her bright red hair cascading down her back in wild and untamed waves. She was dressed in a flowing white dress that swirled around her as she moved, her bare feet tapping to the rhythm of the music.
As the instruments played, the woman began to dance, her movements graceful and fluid as she twirled and spun around the fountain. Her almond-colored skin shimmered in the sunlight, and her eyes, the color of blue sea glass, sparkled with joy.
As she danced, the woman began to sing, her voice sweet and melodious, carrying through the air and captivating the attention of all those around her. The crowd fell silent, listening intently to her song. For a moment, the world stood still, lost in the beauty of the music and the woman's dancing.
"With my blue eyes Sparkling deep sea blue eyes Giving the crew the old 'Aye oh ' I want a lifeboat man.
I heaved myself into the sea Screaming 'Come on boys, come and rescue me'
With my blue eyes Sparkling deep sea blue eyes Giving the crew the old 'Aye oh ' I want a lifeboat man."
A cloaked Bunker watches for a few moments, pulling her hood up further as she approaches the fountain to watch, entranced
Once she is done, she bows. The crowd erupts into cheering and applause.
Bunker joins in, giving a joyful cheer
After the crowd disperse a bit, she sits on the ground, counting tips that people left for her in a basket.
Bunker moves forward, offering a couple silver, "Um, I really enjoyed your singing. Sorry I can't offer more"
In the center of the town, a large crowd had gathered around a festive celebration. The air was filled with the enchanting melody of accordions, violins, drums, and guitars, all blending together to create a symphony of sound that reverberated throughout the streets. The crowd was an eclectic mix of people, from young children to elderly couples, all entranced by the music.
In the midst of the celebration, a woman stood on the edge of a fountain, her bright red hair cascading down her back in wild and untamed waves. She was dressed in a flowing white dress that swirled around her as she moved, her bare feet tapping to the rhythm of the music.
As the instruments played, the woman began to dance, her movements graceful and fluid as she twirled and spun around the fountain. Her almond-colored skin shimmered in the sunlight, and her eyes, the color of blue sea glass, sparkled with joy.
As she danced, the woman began to sing, her voice sweet and melodious, carrying through the air and captivating the attention of all those around her. The crowd fell silent, listening intently to her song. For a moment, the world stood still, lost in the beauty of the music and the woman's dancing.
"With my blue eyes Sparkling deep sea blue eyes Giving the crew the old 'Aye oh ' I want a lifeboat man.
I heaved myself into the sea Screaming 'Come on boys, come and rescue me'
With my blue eyes Sparkling deep sea blue eyes Giving the crew the old 'Aye oh ' I want a lifeboat man."
A trooper with red markings on his armor watches from a fruit stand. A rotary cannon over his back. He seems mesmerized.
Once she is done, she bows. The crowd erupts into applause, cheering in amazement and joy.
The troopers claps slowly, slightly weary of all the people.
Once the crowd disperse a bit, she sits down next to the fountain. She sorts through the tips that were left for her in a basket.
Droidbait walks over cautiously. "Some performance there."
She doesn't look up at first but as his boots come into her field of view, she looks up. Her eyes soften as she meets his visor's eyes. "Much thanks," she says and makes the hand sign for 'thank you', but her words seem a bit garbled like she isn't used to using her tongue despite the song she has just sung.
"Of course. Would you prefer we talk in sign language?" he signs.
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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.
In the center of the town, a large crowd had gathered around a festive celebration. The air was filled with the enchanting melody of accordions, violins, drums, and guitars, all blending together to create a symphony of sound that reverberated throughout the streets. The crowd was an eclectic mix of people, from young children to elderly couples, all entranced by the music.
In the midst of the celebration, a woman stood on the edge of a fountain, her bright red hair cascading down her back in wild and untamed waves. She was dressed in a flowing white dress that swirled around her as she moved, her bare feet tapping to the rhythm of the music.
As the instruments played, the woman began to dance, her movements graceful and fluid as she twirled and spun around the fountain. Her almond-colored skin shimmered in the sunlight, and her eyes, the color of blue sea glass, sparkled with joy.
As she danced, the woman began to sing, her voice sweet and melodious, carrying through the air and captivating the attention of all those around her. The crowd fell silent, listening intently to her song. For a moment, the world stood still, lost in the beauty of the music and the woman's dancing.
"With my blue eyes Sparkling deep sea blue eyes Giving the crew the old 'Aye oh ' I want a lifeboat man.
I heaved myself into the sea Screaming 'Come on boys, come and rescue me'
With my blue eyes Sparkling deep sea blue eyes Giving the crew the old 'Aye oh ' I want a lifeboat man."
A cloaked Bunker watches for a few moments, pulling her hood up further as she approaches the fountain to watch, entranced
Once she is done, she bows. The crowd erupts into cheering and applause.
Bunker joins in, giving a joyful cheer
After the crowd disperse a bit, she sits on the ground, counting tips that people left for her in a basket.
Bunker moves forward, offering a couple silver, "Um, I really enjoyed your singing. Sorry I can't offer more"
She doesn't seem to notice them until their feet are in her field of view. She looks up, looking like she was going to say hi, but see's the silver. She stares intently at Bunker's lips, as if reading them, before beaming brightly. "thank you so much!" she says, but it sound garbled, as if she hasn't talked much before despite the song she just sung.
Theren is standing amidst a few dead owlbear corpses.
Phoenix is standing in a mercenary camp, a few mercs dead around him.
Nick is cornered in an alleyway, his golden aura flaring as 3 thugs and him get into combat.
The Stormtroopers are engaged in combat with the native wildlife.
Mauric, running from the stormtroopers like a goof, comes upon this scene. “Oh my.”
A roar echoes from the direction of the Ivory Tomb.
Phoenix is calmly reloading his pistol.
The troopers turn towards the noise. "What the..."
Mauric calls to Phoenix, “Hey, what happened here?”
Birds rise from the area, about a mile away.
Phoenix holsters his pistol and wipes his knife free of blood. He has a mask on with a red skull on it. "Making people get what they deserve."
A few troopers go to the source of the noise.
“Oh cool! We have something in common.” Mauric examines one of the bodies.
There is what resembles a ritual site, with short white stone obelisks circling a roofless well. Blood covers the obelisks, and small flowers grow around the circle.
Phoenix glares at them. "We have nothing in common."
"Stay sharp..." one murmurs.
“You don’t even know me!” Mauric looks hurt.
A faint pearly mist rolls from the edges of the well, and a stone ladder is inside of it, leading into a hole of untold depths…
"My reasoning exactly."
"Let's go. Flashlights on." one troopers says, light flicking on.
“Well, do you enjoy rare and semi-dangerous foods, puzzles, and/or classical music?”
It’s still dark in the hole, but you can see the shape of the bottom of the well somewhat…
"No, no, and no."
One of the troopers drops a flare down there, lit.
“Oh. What do you like?”
There seems to be a door in the wall at the bottom of the well.
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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.
In the center of the town, a large crowd had gathered around a festive celebration. The air was filled with the enchanting melody of accordions, violins, drums, and guitars, all blending together to create a symphony of sound that reverberated throughout the streets. The crowd was an eclectic mix of people, from young children to elderly couples, all entranced by the music.
In the midst of the celebration, a woman stood on the edge of a fountain, her bright red hair cascading down her back in wild and untamed waves. She was dressed in a flowing white dress that swirled around her as she moved, her bare feet tapping to the rhythm of the music.
As the instruments played, the woman began to dance, her movements graceful and fluid as she twirled and spun around the fountain. Her almond-colored skin shimmered in the sunlight, and her eyes, the color of blue sea glass, sparkled with joy.
As she danced, the woman began to sing, her voice sweet and melodious, carrying through the air and captivating the attention of all those around her. The crowd fell silent, listening intently to her song. For a moment, the world stood still, lost in the beauty of the music and the woman's dancing.
"With my blue eyes Sparkling deep sea blue eyes Giving the crew the old 'Aye oh ' I want a lifeboat man.
I heaved myself into the sea Screaming 'Come on boys, come and rescue me'
With my blue eyes Sparkling deep sea blue eyes Giving the crew the old 'Aye oh ' I want a lifeboat man."
A trooper with red markings on his armor watches from a fruit stand. A rotary cannon over his back. He seems mesmerized.
Once she is done, she bows. The crowd erupts into applause, cheering in amazement and joy.
The troopers claps slowly, slightly weary of all the people.
Once the crowd disperse a bit, she sits down next to the fountain. She sorts through the tips that were left for her in a basket.
Droidbait walks over cautiously. "Some performance there."
She doesn't look up at first but as his boots come into her field of view, she looks up. Her eyes soften as she meets his visor's eyes. "Much thanks," she says and makes the hand sign for 'thank you', but her words seem a bit garbled like she isn't used to using her tongue despite the song she has just sung.
"Of course. Would you prefer we talk in sign language?" he signs.
'You know sign language?' She signs 'Guess I shouldn't be surprised. Soldiers must use it a lot.'
*The inscribement of Gregory Firstblessed and Elaboration of the Commandments*
Meroving/Yossele breaks opens a book, in some place far away, in a time in the far future. A reading from the 1st Book of Founding: "A Gregory was summoned onto Helios, Knowledge of Light and Light of the World. Helios did bay that Gregory rise as the first Cleric (Firstblessed), chosen amongst the healed, those that would become the Many. There, touching the ground upon which the Sun God manifested was he gifted, and with Raphael, Procession of Charity, Steward of the Many was he appointed. There, he did beseech the Miracle worker, asking for commandments for the Many. Helios, Lord of Light, did speak upon them, saying as such: "Commandment 1. Be the light for those around you. Help others." And at this, did Helios grant the first symbol onto Gregory, such being his wisdom" 2. Seek knowledge." Thusly did Gregory enter, and Gregory Firstblessed did leave, being so gifted that he had carried out the 2nd Commandments before knowing them. After seeking such knowledge, he did leave, being a light to others. It was in those times there was much jubliation..." "... Later, the Healer came upon the group, seeking to be the Steward as they were called to be. Now then did many discuss the commandments, seeking to understand them. There, Raphael, Procession of Charity, did speak onto them, saying: "I have been instructed just as you have. These commandments are not for the Many, but those who, just as I, am close to the Light of the World and the Knowledge of Light. He did speak to me, saying thusly: 'Guide them, help them build, keep them from getting hurt'." At this many did nod, listening closely to the angel. Then the Procession continued, saying: "There are two Great Commandments, yes. These of the Be the light for others, the long one, and seek knowledge, the short one. Thusly, Helios is known as the Knowledge of Light for the short one, and the Light of the World, per the long one. However, did not Helios say, in between them 'Help others' as well? Here, I say to you, just as a light might contain many aspects, so do the commandments. There are two lesser commandments, reflections of the Great Commandments. For the Long one, these be 'Help others' and 'Keep them from getting hurt', and for the short one, 'Guide them' and 'help them build'." At this, the crowd did nod there head, knowing in their hearts how the commandments were structured. Gregory Firstblessed did explain that the Many that of the Long Commandment aspects, these were to assist others, and to prevent harm from them. As for the Short Commandment, that to seek knowledge, those of the select, such as Gregory or Raphael, must guide the Many in knowledge. To take such knowledge, and to spread it so others might seek it, one must build. Build libraries, build the church to greater heights, and so on and so forth." Meroving/Yossele thinks for a second. Man, I don't want to miss this. Fudge... mmm... Yeah, I think I know when this occurs
*The Forewarning of the White Burners of Destruction and the Elaboration of Belief*
A reading from the accounts of Ella: "And later, during the primacy of Gregory Firstblessed, after the inscribement of Harold Luckfavor, the Steward did dwell amongst the Many of Helios. It came to pass that Many had their faith renewed, and the writer of this text did host the Steward. During this time, Gregory Firstblessed did go to the Steward and ask "For what reason do you come here, Raphael, Procession of Charity? I seek your wisdom." And the Steward did respond: "I come to act as Steward, check the Many's health and safety, as I have done before." Now this caused many murmurs, of how and in which ways did the Steward check on them and if in Secret they did so, did any meet the Steward in Disguised. But the Steward continued. "I bring news for you, for the White burners of Destruction have returned, in a new form yet similar manner. They call themselves the Empire, yet just the same as always they most probably are." At this, there much more murmurs, and even calls for force, but the Steward did caution them, saying "A new form they take, and mayhaps a new manner. To just quickly is to go against the 4 commandments, and something that I chastise you to do." The crowd did quiet at this. One did step up, asking: "What shall we then do?" The Healer and Steward continued: "Follow the commandments, help others, guide others, so on and so forth, as you ever should. For this is what you ever do. I bring this to you as a forewarning, of future portents, nothing more than that." The crowd did nod at this. The Steward did finish, asking: "Now, while I am in your midst publicly, one question shall you ask onto and I shall answer. Many I will not, for such things circumvent the Short Commandment." One did come up, and ask, "Why does the Lord of Light and the Light of Knowledge not come here, and appear before us as They have done before?" The Steward and the Healer did think and contemplate before answering: "Do you believe in the Mailmen? Or the bartender at the Inn? No, you know of them, belief is not something you invest them in. But then I ask, do you believe in Helios? Many say yes, for it is in the gap of knowledge that faith exists, and that is what gods want. Believe in Them, in Their way, in all They represent, for all these are the same. A god is an ideology made manifest. To know an ideology and to believe an ideology are not those in the same. Through that, will you know your God, through belief, not petty knowledge. For just as shining a light on a ball reveals half its face, knowledge based on petty knowing breads a petty knowledge of a God, something few seek. That is the answer that you seek." At this, the Steward, the Procession of Charity, did leave and many had their beliefs strengthened, for they knew for why they did so."
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
In the center of the town, a large crowd had gathered around a festive celebration. The air was filled with the enchanting melody of accordions, violins, drums, and guitars, all blending together to create a symphony of sound that reverberated throughout the streets. The crowd was an eclectic mix of people, from young children to elderly couples, all entranced by the music.
In the midst of the celebration, a woman stood on the edge of a fountain, her bright red hair cascading down her back in wild and untamed waves. She was dressed in a flowing white dress that swirled around her as she moved, her bare feet tapping to the rhythm of the music.
As the instruments played, the woman began to dance, her movements graceful and fluid as she twirled and spun around the fountain. Her almond-colored skin shimmered in the sunlight, and her eyes, the color of blue sea glass, sparkled with joy.
As she danced, the woman began to sing, her voice sweet and melodious, carrying through the air and captivating the attention of all those around her. The crowd fell silent, listening intently to her song. For a moment, the world stood still, lost in the beauty of the music and the woman's dancing.
"With my blue eyes Sparkling deep sea blue eyes Giving the crew the old 'Aye oh ' I want a lifeboat man.
I heaved myself into the sea Screaming 'Come on boys, come and rescue me'
With my blue eyes Sparkling deep sea blue eyes Giving the crew the old 'Aye oh ' I want a lifeboat man."
A cloaked Bunker watches for a few moments, pulling her hood up further as she approaches the fountain to watch, entranced
Once she is done, she bows. The crowd erupts into cheering and applause.
Bunker joins in, giving a joyful cheer
After the crowd disperse a bit, she sits on the ground, counting tips that people left for her in a basket.
Bunker moves forward, offering a couple silver, "Um, I really enjoyed your singing. Sorry I can't offer more"
She doesn't seem to notice them until their feet are in her field of view. She looks up, looking like she was going to say hi, but see's the silver. She stares intently at Bunker's lips, as if reading them, before beaming brightly. "thank you so much!" she says, but it sound garbled, as if she hasn't talked much before despite the song she just sung.
She tilts her head slightly, "Your voice sounds interesting" she says with a soft smile
In the center of the town, a large crowd had gathered around a festive celebration. The air was filled with the enchanting melody of accordions, violins, drums, and guitars, all blending together to create a symphony of sound that reverberated throughout the streets. The crowd was an eclectic mix of people, from young children to elderly couples, all entranced by the music.
In the midst of the celebration, a woman stood on the edge of a fountain, her bright red hair cascading down her back in wild and untamed waves. She was dressed in a flowing white dress that swirled around her as she moved, her bare feet tapping to the rhythm of the music.
As the instruments played, the woman began to dance, her movements graceful and fluid as she twirled and spun around the fountain. Her almond-colored skin shimmered in the sunlight, and her eyes, the color of blue sea glass, sparkled with joy.
As she danced, the woman began to sing, her voice sweet and melodious, carrying through the air and captivating the attention of all those around her. The crowd fell silent, listening intently to her song. For a moment, the world stood still, lost in the beauty of the music and the woman's dancing.
"With my blue eyes Sparkling deep sea blue eyes Giving the crew the old 'Aye oh ' I want a lifeboat man.
I heaved myself into the sea Screaming 'Come on boys, come and rescue me'
With my blue eyes Sparkling deep sea blue eyes Giving the crew the old 'Aye oh ' I want a lifeboat man."
A cloaked Bunker watches for a few moments, pulling her hood up further as she approaches the fountain to watch, entranced
Once she is done, she bows. The crowd erupts into cheering and applause.
Bunker joins in, giving a joyful cheer
After the crowd disperse a bit, she sits on the ground, counting tips that people left for her in a basket.
Bunker moves forward, offering a couple silver, "Um, I really enjoyed your singing. Sorry I can't offer more"
She doesn't seem to notice them until their feet are in her field of view. She looks up, looking like she was going to say hi, but see's the silver. She stares intently at Bunker's lips, as if reading them, before beaming brightly. "thank you so much!" she says, but it sound garbled, as if she hasn't talked much before despite the song she just sung.
She tilts her head slightly, "Your voice sounds interesting" she says with a soft smile
She makes a couple of hand signs before remembering not everyone can understand that. "Sorreh.. Furgot peeple doon't undahstand sih landgage"
In the center of the town, a large crowd had gathered around a festive celebration. The air was filled with the enchanting melody of accordions, violins, drums, and guitars, all blending together to create a symphony of sound that reverberated throughout the streets. The crowd was an eclectic mix of people, from young children to elderly couples, all entranced by the music.
In the midst of the celebration, a woman stood on the edge of a fountain, her bright red hair cascading down her back in wild and untamed waves. She was dressed in a flowing white dress that swirled around her as she moved, her bare feet tapping to the rhythm of the music.
As the instruments played, the woman began to dance, her movements graceful and fluid as she twirled and spun around the fountain. Her almond-colored skin shimmered in the sunlight, and her eyes, the color of blue sea glass, sparkled with joy.
As she danced, the woman began to sing, her voice sweet and melodious, carrying through the air and captivating the attention of all those around her. The crowd fell silent, listening intently to her song. For a moment, the world stood still, lost in the beauty of the music and the woman's dancing.
"With my blue eyes Sparkling deep sea blue eyes Giving the crew the old 'Aye oh ' I want a lifeboat man.
I heaved myself into the sea Screaming 'Come on boys, come and rescue me'
With my blue eyes Sparkling deep sea blue eyes Giving the crew the old 'Aye oh ' I want a lifeboat man."
A cloaked Bunker watches for a few moments, pulling her hood up further as she approaches the fountain to watch, entranced
Once she is done, she bows. The crowd erupts into cheering and applause.
Bunker joins in, giving a joyful cheer
After the crowd disperse a bit, she sits on the ground, counting tips that people left for her in a basket.
Bunker moves forward, offering a couple silver, "Um, I really enjoyed your singing. Sorry I can't offer more"
She doesn't seem to notice them until their feet are in her field of view. She looks up, looking like she was going to say hi, but see's the silver. She stares intently at Bunker's lips, as if reading them, before beaming brightly. "thank you so much!" she says, but it sound garbled, as if she hasn't talked much before despite the song she just sung.
She tilts her head slightly, "Your voice sounds interesting" she says with a soft smile
She makes a couple of hand signs before remembering not everyone can understand that. "Sorreh.. Furgot peeple doon't undahstand sih landgage"
"A-ahm, yes. Sorry, c-can I have your hand?" She offers her own pale yellowish hand from under the cloak
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Eito walks up to her. “Hello. Have you heard the good news of Kasinen?”
Threksos, hunting for a large enough quarry to pay Throden-Ihrtos, spots the necrotic event.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Well, do you enjoy rare and semi-dangerous foods, puzzles, and/or classical music?”
It’s still dark in the hole, but you can see the shape of the bottom of the well somewhat…
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 doesn't look up at first but as his boots come into her field of view, she looks up. Her eyes soften as she meets his visor's eyes. "Much thanks," she says and makes the hand sign for 'thank you', but her words seem a bit garbled like she isn't used to using her tongue despite the song she has just sung.
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
"No, no, and no."
One of the troopers drops a flare down there, lit.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Bunker moves forward, offering a couple silver, "Um, I really enjoyed your singing. Sorry I can't offer more"
"Of course. Would you prefer we talk in sign language?" he signs.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She pulling her hood forward a bit as they approach, "I'm sorry, I don't know what that is"
There seems to be a portal or something forming in the center of a spell circle, Ani stood with his eyes closed, chanting an incantation
She doesn't seem to notice them until their feet are in her field of view. She looks up, looking like she was going to say hi, but see's the silver. She stares intently at Bunker's lips, as if reading them, before beaming brightly. "thank you so much!" she says, but it sound garbled, as if she hasn't talked much before despite the song she just sung.
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
“Oh. What do you like?”
There seems to be a door in the wall at the bottom of the well.
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 sign language?' She signs 'Guess I shouldn't be surprised. Soldiers must use it a lot.'
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
*Cutscenes*
*The inscribement of Gregory Firstblessed and Elaboration of the Commandments*
Meroving/Yossele breaks opens a book, in some place far away, in a time in the far future.
A reading from the 1st Book of Founding:
"A Gregory was summoned onto Helios, Knowledge of Light and Light of the World. Helios did bay that Gregory rise as the first Cleric (Firstblessed), chosen amongst the healed, those that would become the Many. There, touching the ground upon which the Sun God manifested was he gifted, and with Raphael, Procession of Charity, Steward of the Many was he appointed. There, he did beseech the Miracle worker, asking for commandments for the Many. Helios, Lord of Light, did speak upon them, saying as such:
"Commandment 1. Be the light for those around you. Help others." And at this, did Helios grant the first symbol onto Gregory, such being his wisdom" 2. Seek knowledge." Thusly did Gregory enter, and Gregory Firstblessed did leave, being so gifted that he had carried out the 2nd Commandments before knowing them. After seeking such knowledge, he did leave, being a light to others. It was in those times there was much jubliation..."
"... Later, the Healer came upon the group, seeking to be the Steward as they were called to be. Now then did many discuss the commandments, seeking to understand them. There, Raphael, Procession of Charity, did speak onto them, saying:
"I have been instructed just as you have. These commandments are not for the Many, but those who, just as I, am close to the Light of the World and the Knowledge of Light. He did speak to me, saying thusly: 'Guide them, help them build, keep them from getting hurt'." At this many did nod, listening closely to the angel. Then the Procession continued, saying: "There are two Great Commandments, yes. These of the Be the light for others, the long one, and seek knowledge, the short one. Thusly, Helios is known as the Knowledge of Light for the short one, and the Light of the World, per the long one. However, did not Helios say, in between them 'Help others' as well? Here, I say to you, just as a light might contain many aspects, so do the commandments. There are two lesser commandments, reflections of the Great Commandments. For the Long one, these be 'Help others' and 'Keep them from getting hurt', and for the short one, 'Guide them' and 'help them build'."
At this, the crowd did nod there head, knowing in their hearts how the commandments were structured. Gregory Firstblessed did explain that the Many that of the Long Commandment aspects, these were to assist others, and to prevent harm from them. As for the Short Commandment, that to seek knowledge, those of the select, such as Gregory or Raphael, must guide the Many in knowledge. To take such knowledge, and to spread it so others might seek it, one must build. Build libraries, build the church to greater heights, and so on and so forth."
Meroving/Yossele thinks for a second. Man, I don't want to miss this. Fudge... mmm... Yeah, I think I know when this occurs
*The Forewarning of the White Burners of Destruction and the Elaboration of Belief*
A reading from the accounts of Ella:
"And later, during the primacy of Gregory Firstblessed, after the inscribement of Harold Luckfavor, the Steward did dwell amongst the Many of Helios. It came to pass that Many had their faith renewed, and the writer of this text did host the Steward.
During this time, Gregory Firstblessed did go to the Steward and ask "For what reason do you come here, Raphael, Procession of Charity? I seek your wisdom."
And the Steward did respond: "I come to act as Steward, check the Many's health and safety, as I have done before."
Now this caused many murmurs, of how and in which ways did the Steward check on them and if in Secret they did so, did any meet the Steward in Disguised.
But the Steward continued. "I bring news for you, for the White burners of Destruction have returned, in a new form yet similar manner. They call themselves the Empire, yet just the same as always they most probably are."
At this, there much more murmurs, and even calls for force, but the Steward did caution them, saying "A new form they take, and mayhaps a new manner. To just quickly is to go against the 4 commandments, and something that I chastise you to do."
The crowd did quiet at this. One did step up, asking: "What shall we then do?"
The Healer and Steward continued: "Follow the commandments, help others, guide others, so on and so forth, as you ever should. For this is what you ever do. I bring this to you as a forewarning, of future portents, nothing more than that."
The crowd did nod at this.
The Steward did finish, asking: "Now, while I am in your midst publicly, one question shall you ask onto and I shall answer. Many I will not, for such things circumvent the Short Commandment."
One did come up, and ask, "Why does the Lord of Light and the Light of Knowledge not come here, and appear before us as They have done before?"
The Steward and the Healer did think and contemplate before answering: "Do you believe in the Mailmen? Or the bartender at the Inn? No, you know of them, belief is not something you invest them in. But then I ask, do you believe in Helios? Many say yes, for it is in the gap of knowledge that faith exists, and that is what gods want. Believe in Them, in Their way, in all They represent, for all these are the same. A god is an ideology made manifest. To know an ideology and to believe an ideology are not those in the same. Through that, will you know your God, through belief, not petty knowledge. For just as shining a light on a ball reveals half its face, knowledge based on petty knowing breads a petty knowledge of a God, something few seek. That is the answer that you seek."
At this, the Steward, the Procession of Charity, did leave and many had their beliefs strengthened, for they knew for why they did so."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Why do you care?"
The troopers decend.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Not all the time. I learned it for fun..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She tilts her head slightly, "Your voice sounds interesting" she says with a soft smile
She beams, laughing silently. 'Well you are very good at it.'
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
“It is a religion of wisdom and discovery!” Eito hands her a stone token engraved with the hexagonal symbol of the tree of life.
Threksos watches, attempting to determine whether this is a benevolent or malevolent action.
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 makes a couple of hand signs before remembering not everyone can understand that. "Sorreh.. Furgot peeple doon't undahstand sih landgage"
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
“Because when I see a guy standing by a bunch of dead bodies, I see a potential friend!”
There are inscriptions in Abyssal along the well walls. The door is stone and quite heavy.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Bunker tilts her head as she looks at it curiously
As he watches, arms start to come out of the spherical portal, hundreds of hands pouring out of the rift, grabbing the edges
"A-ahm, yes. Sorry, c-can I have your hand?" She offers her own pale yellowish hand from under the cloak