*WELP. I JUST CREATED THE KINDEST BUT THE MOST SADISTIC CLERIC IN MY HISTORY OF A DND PLAYER.*
*this fills me with joy*
As he emerges from the dense foliage, a man strides quietly into view. A soft and warm glow envelops him, casting a gentle light that illuminates the surrounding area. From his shoulder blades extend a pair of majestic white feathered wings, their intricate details and sheer size taking one's breath away. His head is adorned with a helmet of a cylindrical shape, fashioned from pure white marble. The helmet features three eyes crafted from glowing orange cut stones, which seem to emit an otherworldly radiance. He dons a form-fitting black shirt, emphasizing his muscular build, and white dress pants that flow gracefully down to his feet. A light blue and white cloak is draped over his shoulders, fastened together by a brooch bearing the symbol of interlocking circles surrounded by sharp spikes. Blue butterflies flit around him as if drawn to his presence.
*OH MY GOD IT’S GABRIEL FROM ULTRAKILL*
Mauric, who is peeling yams, waves at him. “Hi stranger!”
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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.
*WELP. I JUST CREATED THE KINDEST BUT THE MOST SADISTIC CLERIC IN MY HISTORY OF A DND PLAYER.*
*Nice. Kinda wanna interact with Ban lmao*
*Here you go.*
As he emerges from the dense foliage, a man strides quietly into view. A soft and warm glow envelops him, casting a gentle light that illuminates the surrounding area. From his shoulder blades extend a pair of majestic white feathered wings, their intricate details and sheer size taking one's breath away. His head is adorned with a helmet of a cylindrical shape, fashioned from pure white marble. The helmet features three eyes crafted from glowing orange cut stones, which seem to emit an otherworldly radiance. He dons a form-fitting black shirt, emphasizing his muscular build, and white dress pants that flow gracefully down to his feet. A light blue and white cloak is draped over his shoulders, fastened together by a brooch bearing the symbol of interlocking circles surrounded by sharp spikes. Blue butterflies flit around him as if drawn to his presence.
Ban watches the man from his seat in the grass. He takes a swig of his bottle and mumbles. "Looks like a holy knight."
He hears Ban's voice and looks over. He bows his head and chuckles lightly.
"Yep. gotta be one." he grumbles to himself. He lays down on the ground. "If you're gonna kill me it isn't gonna work." he says loudly.
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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.
*WELP. I JUST CREATED THE KINDEST BUT THE MOST SADISTIC CLERIC IN MY HISTORY OF A DND PLAYER.*
*this fills me with joy*
As he emerges from the dense foliage, a man strides quietly into view. A soft and warm glow envelops him, casting a gentle light that illuminates the surrounding area. From his shoulder blades extend a pair of majestic white feathered wings, their intricate details and sheer size taking one's breath away. His head is adorned with a helmet of a cylindrical shape, fashioned from pure white marble. The helmet features three eyes crafted from glowing orange cut stones, which seem to emit an otherworldly radiance. He dons a form-fitting black shirt, emphasizing his muscular build, and white dress pants that flow gracefully down to his feet. A light blue and white cloak is draped over his shoulders, fastened together by a brooch bearing the symbol of interlocking circles surrounded by sharp spikes. Blue butterflies flit around him as if drawn to his presence.
*OH MY GOD IT’S GABRIEL FROM ULTRAKILL*
Mauric, who is peeling yams, waves at him. “Hi stranger!”
He bows "Hello there." He says and stands back up "How are you?"
*WELP. I JUST CREATED THE KINDEST BUT THE MOST SADISTIC CLERIC IN MY HISTORY OF A DND PLAYER.*
*this fills me with joy*
As he emerges from the dense foliage, a man strides quietly into view. A soft and warm glow envelops him, casting a gentle light that illuminates the surrounding area. From his shoulder blades extend a pair of majestic white feathered wings, their intricate details and sheer size taking one's breath away. His head is adorned with a helmet of a cylindrical shape, fashioned from pure white marble. The helmet features three eyes crafted from glowing orange cut stones, which seem to emit an otherworldly radiance. He dons a form-fitting black shirt, emphasizing his muscular build, and white dress pants that flow gracefully down to his feet. A light blue and white cloak is draped over his shoulders, fastened together by a brooch bearing the symbol of interlocking circles surrounded by sharp spikes. Blue butterflies flit around him as if drawn to his presence.
*OH MY GOD IT’S GABRIEL FROM ULTRAKILL*
Mauric, who is peeling yams, waves at him. “Hi stranger!”
He bows "Hello there." He says and stands back up "How are you?"
“Fine! The weather is nice and the tubers are a perfect consistency. How are you?”
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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.
*WELP. I JUST CREATED THE KINDEST BUT THE MOST SADISTIC CLERIC IN MY HISTORY OF A DND PLAYER.*
*Nice. Kinda wanna interact with Ban lmao*
*Here you go.*
As he emerges from the dense foliage, a man strides quietly into view. A soft and warm glow envelops him, casting a gentle light that illuminates the surrounding area. From his shoulder blades extend a pair of majestic white feathered wings, their intricate details and sheer size taking one's breath away. His head is adorned with a helmet of a cylindrical shape, fashioned from pure white marble. The helmet features three eyes crafted from glowing orange cut stones, which seem to emit an otherworldly radiance. He dons a form-fitting black shirt, emphasizing his muscular build, and white dress pants that flow gracefully down to his feet. A light blue and white cloak is draped over his shoulders, fastened together by a brooch bearing the symbol of interlocking circles surrounded by sharp spikes. Blue butterflies flit around him as if drawn to his presence.
Ban watches the man from his seat in the grass. He takes a swig of his bottle and mumbles. "Looks like a holy knight."
He hears Ban's voice and looks over. He bows his head and chuckles lightly.
"Yep. gotta be one." he grumbles to himself. He lays down on the ground. "If you're gonna kill me it isn't gonna work." he says loudly.
"Who said I was planning to?" He says, his voice low and warm. He walks over and watches Ban.
*WELP. I JUST CREATED THE KINDEST BUT THE MOST SADISTIC CLERIC IN MY HISTORY OF A DND PLAYER.*
*this fills me with joy*
As he emerges from the dense foliage, a man strides quietly into view. A soft and warm glow envelops him, casting a gentle light that illuminates the surrounding area. From his shoulder blades extend a pair of majestic white feathered wings, their intricate details and sheer size taking one's breath away. His head is adorned with a helmet of a cylindrical shape, fashioned from pure white marble. The helmet features three eyes crafted from glowing orange cut stones, which seem to emit an otherworldly radiance. He dons a form-fitting black shirt, emphasizing his muscular build, and white dress pants that flow gracefully down to his feet. A light blue and white cloak is draped over his shoulders, fastened together by a brooch bearing the symbol of interlocking circles surrounded by sharp spikes. Blue butterflies flit around him as if drawn to his presence.
*OH MY GOD IT’S GABRIEL FROM ULTRAKILL*
Mauric, who is peeling yams, waves at him. “Hi stranger!”
He bows "Hello there." He says and stands back up "How are you?"
“Fine! The weather is nice and the tubers are a perfect consistency. How are you?”
"I am well. I am glad to see that you are doing well as well." he said and lightly chuckled.
*WELP. I JUST CREATED THE KINDEST BUT THE MOST SADISTIC CLERIC IN MY HISTORY OF A DND PLAYER.*
*Nice. Kinda wanna interact with Ban lmao*
*Here you go.*
As he emerges from the dense foliage, a man strides quietly into view. A soft and warm glow envelops him, casting a gentle light that illuminates the surrounding area. From his shoulder blades extend a pair of majestic white feathered wings, their intricate details and sheer size taking one's breath away. His head is adorned with a helmet of a cylindrical shape, fashioned from pure white marble. The helmet features three eyes crafted from glowing orange cut stones, which seem to emit an otherworldly radiance. He dons a form-fitting black shirt, emphasizing his muscular build, and white dress pants that flow gracefully down to his feet. A light blue and white cloak is draped over his shoulders, fastened together by a brooch bearing the symbol of interlocking circles surrounded by sharp spikes. Blue butterflies flit around him as if drawn to his presence.
Ban watches the man from his seat in the grass. He takes a swig of his bottle and mumbles. "Looks like a holy knight."
He hears Ban's voice and looks over. He bows his head and chuckles lightly.
"Yep. gotta be one." he grumbles to himself. He lays down on the ground. "If you're gonna kill me it isn't gonna work." he says loudly.
"Who said I was planning to?" He says, his voice low and warm. He walks over and watches Ban.
"Dunno, just have a feeling." Ban says, watching them.
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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.
*WELP. I JUST CREATED THE KINDEST BUT THE MOST SADISTIC CLERIC IN MY HISTORY OF A DND PLAYER.*
*Nice. Kinda wanna interact with Ban lmao*
*Here you go.*
As he emerges from the dense foliage, a man strides quietly into view. A soft and warm glow envelops him, casting a gentle light that illuminates the surrounding area. From his shoulder blades extend a pair of majestic white feathered wings, their intricate details and sheer size taking one's breath away. His head is adorned with a helmet of a cylindrical shape, fashioned from pure white marble. The helmet features three eyes crafted from glowing orange cut stones, which seem to emit an otherworldly radiance. He dons a form-fitting black shirt, emphasizing his muscular build, and white dress pants that flow gracefully down to his feet. A light blue and white cloak is draped over his shoulders, fastened together by a brooch bearing the symbol of interlocking circles surrounded by sharp spikes. Blue butterflies flit around him as if drawn to his presence.
Ban watches the man from his seat in the grass. He takes a swig of his bottle and mumbles. "Looks like a holy knight."
He hears Ban's voice and looks over. He bows his head and chuckles lightly.
"Yep. gotta be one." he grumbles to himself. He lays down on the ground. "If you're gonna kill me it isn't gonna work." he says loudly.
"Who said I was planning to?" He says, his voice low and warm. He walks over and watches Ban.
"Dunno, just have a feeling." Ban says, watching them.
"Do you always think you will be harmed?" He asked, tilting his head.
*WELP. I JUST CREATED THE KINDEST BUT THE MOST SADISTIC CLERIC IN MY HISTORY OF A DND PLAYER.*
*Nice. Kinda wanna interact with Ban lmao*
*Here you go.*
As he emerges from the dense foliage, a man strides quietly into view. A soft and warm glow envelops him, casting a gentle light that illuminates the surrounding area. From his shoulder blades extend a pair of majestic white feathered wings, their intricate details and sheer size taking one's breath away. His head is adorned with a helmet of a cylindrical shape, fashioned from pure white marble. The helmet features three eyes crafted from glowing orange cut stones, which seem to emit an otherworldly radiance. He dons a form-fitting black shirt, emphasizing his muscular build, and white dress pants that flow gracefully down to his feet. A light blue and white cloak is draped over his shoulders, fastened together by a brooch bearing the symbol of interlocking circles surrounded by sharp spikes. Blue butterflies flit around him as if drawn to his presence.
Ban watches the man from his seat in the grass. He takes a swig of his bottle and mumbles. "Looks like a holy knight."
He hears Ban's voice and looks over. He bows his head and chuckles lightly.
"Yep. gotta be one." he grumbles to himself. He lays down on the ground. "If you're gonna kill me it isn't gonna work." he says loudly.
"Who said I was planning to?" He says, his voice low and warm. He walks over and watches Ban.
"Dunno, just have a feeling." Ban says, watching them.
"Do you always think you will be harmed?" He asked, tilting his head.
Ban sighs and sits up. "Yes. I do."
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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.
*WELP. I JUST CREATED THE KINDEST BUT THE MOST SADISTIC CLERIC IN MY HISTORY OF A DND PLAYER.*
*Nice. Kinda wanna interact with Ban lmao*
*Here you go.*
As he emerges from the dense foliage, a man strides quietly into view. A soft and warm glow envelops him, casting a gentle light that illuminates the surrounding area. From his shoulder blades extend a pair of majestic white feathered wings, their intricate details and sheer size taking one's breath away. His head is adorned with a helmet of a cylindrical shape, fashioned from pure white marble. The helmet features three eyes crafted from glowing orange cut stones, which seem to emit an otherworldly radiance. He dons a form-fitting black shirt, emphasizing his muscular build, and white dress pants that flow gracefully down to his feet. A light blue and white cloak is draped over his shoulders, fastened together by a brooch bearing the symbol of interlocking circles surrounded by sharp spikes. Blue butterflies flit around him as if drawn to his presence.
Ban watches the man from his seat in the grass. He takes a swig of his bottle and mumbles. "Looks like a holy knight."
He hears Ban's voice and looks over. He bows his head and chuckles lightly.
"Yep. gotta be one." he grumbles to himself. He lays down on the ground. "If you're gonna kill me it isn't gonna work." he says loudly.
"Who said I was planning to?" He says, his voice low and warm. He walks over and watches Ban.
"Dunno, just have a feeling." Ban says, watching them.
"Do you always think you will be harmed?" He asked, tilting his head.
*WELP. I JUST CREATED THE KINDEST BUT THE MOST SADISTIC CLERIC IN MY HISTORY OF A DND PLAYER.*
*Nice. Kinda wanna interact with Ban lmao*
*Here you go.*
As he emerges from the dense foliage, a man strides quietly into view. A soft and warm glow envelops him, casting a gentle light that illuminates the surrounding area. From his shoulder blades extend a pair of majestic white feathered wings, their intricate details and sheer size taking one's breath away. His head is adorned with a helmet of a cylindrical shape, fashioned from pure white marble. The helmet features three eyes crafted from glowing orange cut stones, which seem to emit an otherworldly radiance. He dons a form-fitting black shirt, emphasizing his muscular build, and white dress pants that flow gracefully down to his feet. A light blue and white cloak is draped over his shoulders, fastened together by a brooch bearing the symbol of interlocking circles surrounded by sharp spikes. Blue butterflies flit around him as if drawn to his presence.
Ban watches the man from his seat in the grass. He takes a swig of his bottle and mumbles. "Looks like a holy knight."
He hears Ban's voice and looks over. He bows his head and chuckles lightly.
"Yep. gotta be one." he grumbles to himself. He lays down on the ground. "If you're gonna kill me it isn't gonna work." he says loudly.
"Who said I was planning to?" He says, his voice low and warm. He walks over and watches Ban.
"Dunno, just have a feeling." Ban says, watching them.
"Do you always think you will be harmed?" He asked, tilting his head.
Ban sighs and sits up. "Yes. I do."
"A horrible way of living." He said.
"I'm immortal. I don't really live."
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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.
*WELP. I JUST CREATED THE KINDEST BUT THE MOST SADISTIC CLERIC IN MY HISTORY OF A DND PLAYER.*
*Nice. Kinda wanna interact with Ban lmao*
*Here you go.*
As he emerges from the dense foliage, a man strides quietly into view. A soft and warm glow envelops him, casting a gentle light that illuminates the surrounding area. From his shoulder blades extend a pair of majestic white feathered wings, their intricate details and sheer size taking one's breath away. His head is adorned with a helmet of a cylindrical shape, fashioned from pure white marble. The helmet features three eyes crafted from glowing orange cut stones, which seem to emit an otherworldly radiance. He dons a form-fitting black shirt, emphasizing his muscular build, and white dress pants that flow gracefully down to his feet. A light blue and white cloak is draped over his shoulders, fastened together by a brooch bearing the symbol of interlocking circles surrounded by sharp spikes. Blue butterflies flit around him as if drawn to his presence.
Ban watches the man from his seat in the grass. He takes a swig of his bottle and mumbles. "Looks like a holy knight."
He hears Ban's voice and looks over. He bows his head and chuckles lightly.
"Yep. gotta be one." he grumbles to himself. He lays down on the ground. "If you're gonna kill me it isn't gonna work." he says loudly.
"Who said I was planning to?" He says, his voice low and warm. He walks over and watches Ban.
"Dunno, just have a feeling." Ban says, watching them.
"Do you always think you will be harmed?" He asked, tilting his head.
Ban sighs and sits up. "Yes. I do."
"A horrible way of living." He said.
"I'm immortal. I don't really live."
"As am I but I still live. Living is being alive but being alive doesn't always mean living."
*WELP. I JUST CREATED THE KINDEST BUT THE MOST SADISTIC CLERIC IN MY HISTORY OF A DND PLAYER.*
*Nice. Kinda wanna interact with Ban lmao*
*Here you go.*
As he emerges from the dense foliage, a man strides quietly into view. A soft and warm glow envelops him, casting a gentle light that illuminates the surrounding area. From his shoulder blades extend a pair of majestic white feathered wings, their intricate details and sheer size taking one's breath away. His head is adorned with a helmet of a cylindrical shape, fashioned from pure white marble. The helmet features three eyes crafted from glowing orange cut stones, which seem to emit an otherworldly radiance. He dons a form-fitting black shirt, emphasizing his muscular build, and white dress pants that flow gracefully down to his feet. A light blue and white cloak is draped over his shoulders, fastened together by a brooch bearing the symbol of interlocking circles surrounded by sharp spikes. Blue butterflies flit around him as if drawn to his presence.
Ban watches the man from his seat in the grass. He takes a swig of his bottle and mumbles. "Looks like a holy knight."
He hears Ban's voice and looks over. He bows his head and chuckles lightly.
"Yep. gotta be one." he grumbles to himself. He lays down on the ground. "If you're gonna kill me it isn't gonna work." he says loudly.
"Who said I was planning to?" He says, his voice low and warm. He walks over and watches Ban.
"Dunno, just have a feeling." Ban says, watching them.
"Do you always think you will be harmed?" He asked, tilting his head.
Ban sighs and sits up. "Yes. I do."
"A horrible way of living." He said.
"I'm immortal. I don't really live."
"As am I but I still live. Living is being alive but being alive doesn't always mean living."
"Yeah I guess. Whatever." Ban says, chugging down his bottle of booze.
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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.
*WELP. I JUST CREATED THE KINDEST BUT THE MOST SADISTIC CLERIC IN MY HISTORY OF A DND PLAYER.*
*Nice. Kinda wanna interact with Ban lmao*
*Here you go.*
As he emerges from the dense foliage, a man strides quietly into view. A soft and warm glow envelops him, casting a gentle light that illuminates the surrounding area. From his shoulder blades extend a pair of majestic white feathered wings, their intricate details and sheer size taking one's breath away. His head is adorned with a helmet of a cylindrical shape, fashioned from pure white marble. The helmet features three eyes crafted from glowing orange cut stones, which seem to emit an otherworldly radiance. He dons a form-fitting black shirt, emphasizing his muscular build, and white dress pants that flow gracefully down to his feet. A light blue and white cloak is draped over his shoulders, fastened together by a brooch bearing the symbol of interlocking circles surrounded by sharp spikes. Blue butterflies flit around him as if drawn to his presence.
Ban watches the man from his seat in the grass. He takes a swig of his bottle and mumbles. "Looks like a holy knight."
He hears Ban's voice and looks over. He bows his head and chuckles lightly.
"Yep. gotta be one." he grumbles to himself. He lays down on the ground. "If you're gonna kill me it isn't gonna work." he says loudly.
"Who said I was planning to?" He says, his voice low and warm. He walks over and watches Ban.
"Dunno, just have a feeling." Ban says, watching them.
"Do you always think you will be harmed?" He asked, tilting his head.
Ban sighs and sits up. "Yes. I do."
"A horrible way of living." He said.
"I'm immortal. I don't really live."
"As am I but I still live. Living is being alive but being alive doesn't always mean living."
"Yeah I guess. Whatever." Ban says, chugging down his bottle of booze.
The man snaps his fingers and the bottle shatters, glass flying in different directions.
*WELP. I JUST CREATED THE KINDEST BUT THE MOST SADISTIC CLERIC IN MY HISTORY OF A DND PLAYER.*
*this fills me with joy*
As he emerges from the dense foliage, a man strides quietly into view. A soft and warm glow envelops him, casting a gentle light that illuminates the surrounding area. From his shoulder blades extend a pair of majestic white feathered wings, their intricate details and sheer size taking one's breath away. His head is adorned with a helmet of a cylindrical shape, fashioned from pure white marble. The helmet features three eyes crafted from glowing orange cut stones, which seem to emit an otherworldly radiance. He dons a form-fitting black shirt, emphasizing his muscular build, and white dress pants that flow gracefully down to his feet. A light blue and white cloak is draped over his shoulders, fastened together by a brooch bearing the symbol of interlocking circles surrounded by sharp spikes. Blue butterflies flit around him as if drawn to his presence.
*OH MY GOD IT’S GABRIEL FROM ULTRAKILL*
Mauric, who is peeling yams, waves at him. “Hi stranger!”
He bows "Hello there." He says and stands back up "How are you?"
“Fine! The weather is nice and the tubers are a perfect consistency. How are you?”
"I am well. I am glad to see that you are doing well as well." he said and lightly chuckled.
“So what brings you to these parts? Wanderlust? A mission? Boredom?”
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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.
*WELP. I JUST CREATED THE KINDEST BUT THE MOST SADISTIC CLERIC IN MY HISTORY OF A DND PLAYER.*
*Nice. Kinda wanna interact with Ban lmao*
*Here you go.*
As he emerges from the dense foliage, a man strides quietly into view. A soft and warm glow envelops him, casting a gentle light that illuminates the surrounding area. From his shoulder blades extend a pair of majestic white feathered wings, their intricate details and sheer size taking one's breath away. His head is adorned with a helmet of a cylindrical shape, fashioned from pure white marble. The helmet features three eyes crafted from glowing orange cut stones, which seem to emit an otherworldly radiance. He dons a form-fitting black shirt, emphasizing his muscular build, and white dress pants that flow gracefully down to his feet. A light blue and white cloak is draped over his shoulders, fastened together by a brooch bearing the symbol of interlocking circles surrounded by sharp spikes. Blue butterflies flit around him as if drawn to his presence.
Ban watches the man from his seat in the grass. He takes a swig of his bottle and mumbles. "Looks like a holy knight."
He hears Ban's voice and looks over. He bows his head and chuckles lightly.
"Yep. gotta be one." he grumbles to himself. He lays down on the ground. "If you're gonna kill me it isn't gonna work." he says loudly.
"Who said I was planning to?" He says, his voice low and warm. He walks over and watches Ban.
"Dunno, just have a feeling." Ban says, watching them.
"Do you always think you will be harmed?" He asked, tilting his head.
Ban sighs and sits up. "Yes. I do."
"A horrible way of living." He said.
"I'm immortal. I don't really live."
"As am I but I still live. Living is being alive but being alive doesn't always mean living."
"Yeah I guess. Whatever." Ban says, chugging down his bottle of booze.
The man snaps his fingers and the bottle shatters, glass flying in different directions.
Ban stares at the broken bottle. "Aw come on man.."
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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.
*WELP. I JUST CREATED THE KINDEST BUT THE MOST SADISTIC CLERIC IN MY HISTORY OF A DND PLAYER.*
*this fills me with joy*
As he emerges from the dense foliage, a man strides quietly into view. A soft and warm glow envelops him, casting a gentle light that illuminates the surrounding area. From his shoulder blades extend a pair of majestic white feathered wings, their intricate details and sheer size taking one's breath away. His head is adorned with a helmet of a cylindrical shape, fashioned from pure white marble. The helmet features three eyes crafted from glowing orange cut stones, which seem to emit an otherworldly radiance. He dons a form-fitting black shirt, emphasizing his muscular build, and white dress pants that flow gracefully down to his feet. A light blue and white cloak is draped over his shoulders, fastened together by a brooch bearing the symbol of interlocking circles surrounded by sharp spikes. Blue butterflies flit around him as if drawn to his presence.
*OH MY GOD IT’S GABRIEL FROM ULTRAKILL*
Mauric, who is peeling yams, waves at him. “Hi stranger!”
He bows "Hello there." He says and stands back up "How are you?"
“Fine! The weather is nice and the tubers are a perfect consistency. How are you?”
"I am well. I am glad to see that you are doing well as well." he said and lightly chuckled.
“So what brings you to these parts? Wanderlust? A mission? Boredom?”
"It has occurred to me that this is a demonic hot spot. I am here to investigate what draws them to this area." He said.
*WELP. I JUST CREATED THE KINDEST BUT THE MOST SADISTIC CLERIC IN MY HISTORY OF A DND PLAYER.*
*Nice. Kinda wanna interact with Ban lmao*
*Here you go.*
As he emerges from the dense foliage, a man strides quietly into view. A soft and warm glow envelops him, casting a gentle light that illuminates the surrounding area. From his shoulder blades extend a pair of majestic white feathered wings, their intricate details and sheer size taking one's breath away. His head is adorned with a helmet of a cylindrical shape, fashioned from pure white marble. The helmet features three eyes crafted from glowing orange cut stones, which seem to emit an otherworldly radiance. He dons a form-fitting black shirt, emphasizing his muscular build, and white dress pants that flow gracefully down to his feet. A light blue and white cloak is draped over his shoulders, fastened together by a brooch bearing the symbol of interlocking circles surrounded by sharp spikes. Blue butterflies flit around him as if drawn to his presence.
Ban watches the man from his seat in the grass. He takes a swig of his bottle and mumbles. "Looks like a holy knight."
He hears Ban's voice and looks over. He bows his head and chuckles lightly.
"Yep. gotta be one." he grumbles to himself. He lays down on the ground. "If you're gonna kill me it isn't gonna work." he says loudly.
"Who said I was planning to?" He says, his voice low and warm. He walks over and watches Ban.
"Dunno, just have a feeling." Ban says, watching them.
"Do you always think you will be harmed?" He asked, tilting his head.
Ban sighs and sits up. "Yes. I do."
"A horrible way of living." He said.
"I'm immortal. I don't really live."
"As am I but I still live. Living is being alive but being alive doesn't always mean living."
"Yeah I guess. Whatever." Ban says, chugging down his bottle of booze.
The man snaps his fingers and the bottle shatters, glass flying in different directions.
Ban stares at the broken bottle. "Aw come on man.."
He chuckles lightly "Don't waste your existence on that now."
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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
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*OH MY GOD IT’S GABRIEL FROM ULTRAKILL*
Mauric, who is peeling yams, waves at him. “Hi stranger!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Yep. gotta be one." he grumbles to himself. He lays down on the ground. "If you're gonna kill me it isn't gonna work." he says loudly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He bows "Hello there." He says and stands back up "How are you?"
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
“Fine! The weather is nice and the tubers are a perfect consistency. How are you?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Dunno, what?"
"Ah.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Who said I was planning to?" He says, his voice low and warm. He walks over and watches Ban.
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 am well. I am glad to see that you are doing well as well." he said and lightly chuckled.
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
"Dunno, just have a feeling." Ban says, watching them.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Do you always think you will be harmed?" He asked, tilting his head.
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
Ban sighs and sits up. "Yes. I do."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"A horrible way of living." He said.
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 immortal. I don't really live."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"As am I but I still live. Living is being alive but being alive doesn't always mean living."
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
"Yeah I guess. Whatever." Ban says, chugging down his bottle of booze.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The man snaps his fingers and the bottle shatters, glass flying in different directions.
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
*back, was on the phone*
<Someone whose career is in ruins.>
“So, if you want, I could probably get you, at absolute minimum, to the point where you can cast fourth level spells. What do you say?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“So what brings you to these parts? Wanderlust? A mission? Boredom?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Ban stares at the broken bottle. "Aw come on man.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"It has occurred to me that this is a demonic hot spot. I am here to investigate what draws them to this area." He said.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He chuckles lightly "Don't waste your existence on that 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