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.
Gravedigger walks in with a book
Thirteen nods at them, concentrating.
"What are you looking at?"
“Demonic sigils.”
"Ah, trying to summon something?"
“Not in the slightest. I’m analyzing the evolution of culture within the Abyss, and trying to definitively date when certain demon lords and ladies came into power.”
"I can help out if you need it"
“How so?”
"I know quite a bit about the Abyss"
“Are you a researcher or a denizen?”
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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.
Odieus is outside, humming to himself as he wanders through the forest. Azure butterflies flit around him as the holy cleric searches for something.
The pit is still there. Its rim seems to be coated in dried demon ichor, and a light fog issues from its depths.
"Ah, there you are." He says and crouches down. He forms a solid ball of light in one gauntlet-covered hand and drops it in.
It falls about one hundred and seventy feet before it is swallowed by the darkness.
"Interesting.." He says and chuckles lightly. He casts Guiding Bolt down there.
[He has True Sight/ Dark Sense to 120 ft as well.]
This is clearly a portal to the Abyss, albeit a highly localized one, though this might be due to the nature of the layer it leads to. The bolt travels down quickly, and though after a bit it is no longer visible, the noise of it striking ground can be heard ever so faintly.
He raises his hands as he begins to cast Banishment on it.
*banishment targets creatures*
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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.
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.
Gravedigger walks in with a book
Thirteen nods at them, concentrating.
"What are you looking at?"
“Demonic sigils.”
"Ah, trying to summon something?"
“Not in the slightest. I’m analyzing the evolution of culture within the Abyss, and trying to definitively date when certain demon lords and ladies came into power.”
"I can help out if you need it"
“How so?”
"I know quite a bit about the Abyss"
“Are you a researcher or a denizen?”
"I am both"
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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.
The pit is still there. Its rim seems to be coated in dried demon ichor, and a light fog issues from its depths.
"Ah, there you are." He says and crouches down. He forms a solid ball of light in one gauntlet-covered hand and drops it in.
It falls about one hundred and seventy feet before it is swallowed by the darkness.
"Interesting.." He says and chuckles lightly. He casts Guiding Bolt down there.
[He has True Sight/ Dark Sense to 120 ft as well.]
This is clearly a portal to the Abyss, albeit a highly localized one, though this might be due to the nature of the layer it leads to. The bolt travels down quickly, and though after a bit it is no longer visible, the noise of it striking ground can be heard ever so faintly.
He raises his hands as he begins to cast Banishment on it.
Odieus is outside, humming to himself as he wanders through the forest. Azure butterflies flit around him as the holy cleric searches for something.
The pit is still there. Its rim seems to be coated in dried demon ichor, and a light fog issues from its depths.
"Ah, there you are." He says and crouches down. He forms a solid ball of light in one gauntlet-covered hand and drops it in.
It falls about one hundred and seventy feet before it is swallowed by the darkness.
"Interesting.." He says and chuckles lightly. He casts Guiding Bolt down there.
[He has True Sight/ Dark Sense to 120 ft as well.]
This is clearly a portal to the Abyss, albeit a highly localized one, though this might be due to the nature of the layer it leads to. The bolt travels down quickly, and though after a bit it is no longer visible, the noise of it striking ground can be heard ever so faintly.
He raises his hands as he begins to cast Banishment on it.
*banishment targets creatures*
*R iiiiii g h t.... Its Hallow aint it?*
*Yes, though Hallow has 24-hour casting times*
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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.
Odieus is outside, humming to himself as he wanders through the forest. Azure butterflies flit around him as the holy cleric searches for something.
The pit is still there. Its rim seems to be coated in dried demon ichor, and a light fog issues from its depths.
"Ah, there you are." He says and crouches down. He forms a solid ball of light in one gauntlet-covered hand and drops it in.
It falls about one hundred and seventy feet before it is swallowed by the darkness.
"Interesting.." He says and chuckles lightly. He casts Guiding Bolt down there.
[He has True Sight/ Dark Sense to 120 ft as well.]
This is clearly a portal to the Abyss, albeit a highly localized one, though this might be due to the nature of the layer it leads to. The bolt travels down quickly, and though after a bit it is no longer visible, the noise of it striking ground can be heard ever so faintly.
He raises his hands as he begins to cast Banishment on it.
<…> Caramel stands up and sits on Theren’s lap.
Thirteen unrolls the sheet. Numerous wands, rods, orbs, crystals, small mundane tools, plants, and bones lay before 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.
"wut?"
psychopath ^-^
“Are you a researcher or a denizen?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Whats got you in a sour mood?" he asks, hooking his weapon on his belt.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*banishment targets creatures*
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 are one weird cat."
Phoenix picks up a rod with the head of a hawk. "Cool."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Nothing." He said, smoke filtering through his balaclava.
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 both"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"The fact that someone could get hurt while walking into someone with nunchucks."
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’ve assumed it was endearing.>
“Excellent! Can you feel anything… otherworldly, to put it one way?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*R iiiiii g h t.... Its Hallow aint 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
"I wont let that happen." he scoffs.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I guess."
He closes his eyes and then opens them quickly. "Yeah."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Yes, though Hallow has 24-hour casting times*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Sure." He chuckles.
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 leans against a wall. "You're difficult."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Neither is being filth, yet here we are." They growl, attempting to shove bans hand off their shoulder
*Im willing to take 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
Bans grip tightens, making their shoulder crack. "Maybe pick on someone your own size." the sin growls
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
<It’s good to know it worked, then.>
”Really? Can you describe it?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.