“Excellent. We begin tomorrow. What times work for you?”
"Not to bad."
"Whenever."
<I have worse ones then.>
“Alright, how about tomorrow morning around… seven and forty, let’s say. We can select arcane focuses and begin cantripy.”
"No thanks."
"Ok.."
<Not even the lemon one?>
“You know, we could just do the arcane focus selection now, as a matter of fact. Give you time to bond with the selected item before we get to the actual spellcasting.”
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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.
“Excellent. We begin tomorrow. What times work for you?”
"Not to bad."
"Whenever."
<I have worse ones then.>
“Alright, how about tomorrow morning around… seven and forty, let’s say. We can select arcane focuses and begin cantripy.”
"No thanks."
"Ok.."
<Not even the lemon one?>
“You know, we could just do the arcane focus selection now, as a matter of fact. Give you time to bond with the selected item before we get to the actual spellcasting.”
"Nope."
"Ok. Sounds good to me."
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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.
*Morning friends...* *I'm incredibly depressed rn, so imma traumatise my characters >:3*
*mayhem and malice fuel me*
Rory is being yelled at by someone. He trys to say something back, and they slap him
Efflore is working in the inn, looking like they desperately need a break
Aspen is atop a roof, sleeves pulled down in th3 sun, revealing incredibly frostbite hands.
*oki there we go*
Rory can feel warmth in the air suddenly as a butterfly lands on his hand. A strong presence forms in from of him and a gentle hand is laid on his shoulder. "Leave this one alone." A deep but warm voice says.
Ollie waves to them, nudging the seat across from him with his foot as an invitation to sit down.
"This is about figuring out where these demons and devils are coming from, not being gentle and kind with them."
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
“So what are you gonna do? Charm people and make ‘em talk?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"No. Plant the idea in their head that they want to talk to me and then all I have to do is say hello."
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. Well I hope you have fun. I’m not a demon or anything though so we probably won’t meet too much.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"It did happen originally." he grumbles, spinning the nunchucks.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"No thanks."
"Ok.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
<Not even the lemon one?>
“You know, we could just do the arcane focus selection now, as a matter of fact. Give you time to bond with the selected item before we get to the actual spellcasting.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(anyone open?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Thirteen is reviewing demonic symbols in the library.
Caramel is hunting in the woods.
Mauric is outside with a sack of yams.
The pit is still there. Waiting.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Gravedigger walks in with a book
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Thirteen nods at them, concentrating.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"What are you looking at?"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Odieus is outside, humming to himself as he wanders through the forest. Azure butterflies flit around him as the holy cleric searches for something.
Jefferson is in town, buying new ingredients. He walks amongst the stall, dressed in all black and a plain white skull mask.
Russ is sitting on the roof of the tavern, smoking while he watches people pass by.
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
*Morning friends...* *I'm incredibly depressed rn, so imma traumatise my characters >:3*
*mayhem and malice fuel me*
Rory is being yelled at by someone. He trys to say something back, and they slap him
Efflore is working in the inn, looking like they desperately need a break
Aspen is atop a roof, sleeves pulled down in th3 sun, revealing incredibly frostbite hands.
*oki there we go*
(who is russ?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Nope."
"Ok. Sounds good to me."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Demonic sigils.”
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 grabs the person by the shoulder. "Slapping isn't very nice." he says evenly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Rory can feel warmth in the air suddenly as a butterfly lands on his hand. A strong presence forms in from of him and a gentle hand is laid on his shoulder. "Leave this one alone." A deep but warm voice says.
Ollie waves to them, nudging the seat across from him with his foot as an invitation to sit down.
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
Gravedigger comes over "What is going on here?"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin