*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.
Rory stares at the floor as the person talks, "Oh come now, he's more than earned it."
He looks around for a few moments, before coming over and flopping in the chair
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"
“Interesting. What do you know about Pazunia?”
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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*
*R iiiiii g h t.... Its Hallow aint it?*
*Yes, though Hallow has 24-hour casting times*
*Im willing to take it!*
*have fun, i have an event slated to occur pretty soon involving the pit.*
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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 goes to his bag and takes out a rolled-up length of leather. “Are you prepared to choose the tool that shall reshape the Weave?”
"Nope. Just my life."
"Uh...sure?"
<…> 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.
"You are one weird cat."
Phoenix picks up a rod with the head of a hawk. "Cool."
<I’ve assumed it was endearing.>
“Excellent! Can you feel anything… otherworldly, to put it one way?”
"I guess."
He closes his eyes and then opens them quickly. "Yeah."
<It’s good to know it worked, then.>
”Really? Can you describe it?”
Theren rolls his eyes.
"It feels as if I'm attuned to my surroundings.."
Caramel is soon asleep.
“That’s a good sign. Alright, I suppose I will see you tomorrow then.” Thirteen rolls the sheet back up, places it in his bag, and returns to the demonic symbols.
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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.
“That’s a good sign. Alright, I suppose I will see you tomorrow then.” Thirteen rolls the sheet back up, places it in his bag, and returns to the demonic symbols.
He sighs wearily
"Bye."
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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.
“That’s a good sign. Alright, I suppose I will see you tomorrow then.” Thirteen rolls the sheet back up, places it in his bag, and returns to the demonic symbols.
He sighs wearily
"Bye."
She purrs softly.
“So long! May tomorrow be fruitful and educational!”
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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.
*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.
Rory stares at the floor as the person talks, "Oh come now, he's more than earned it."
He looks around for a few moments, before coming over and flopping in the chair
He chuckles lightly "No one deserves to be yelled at." He said. The hand leaves Rory's shoulder as the figure moves towards the man. [I am going to need a WIS save]
*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.
Rory stares at the floor as the person talks, "Oh come now, he's more than earned it."
He looks around for a few moments, before coming over and flopping in the chair
He chuckles lightly "No one deserves to be yelled at." He said. The hand leaves Rory's shoulder as the figure moves towards the man. [I am going to need a WIS save]
Ollie chuckles "Bad day?"
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"You have no idea." They groan, slumping onto the table, "Ever get a drink thrown in you cause the cups the wrong color?"
*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.
Rory stares at the floor as the person talks, "Oh come now, he's more than earned it."
He looks around for a few moments, before coming over and flopping in the chair
He chuckles lightly "No one deserves to be yelled at." He said. The hand leaves Rory's shoulder as the figure moves towards the man. [I am going to need a WIS save]
Ollie chuckles "Bad day?"
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"You have no idea." They groan, slumping onto the table, "Ever get a drink thrown in you cause the cups the wrong color?"
[Fail.] The man is suddenly overcome emotionally as he feels too many things all at once [Effectively, it's like a panic attack where he can't do anything.].
"Fortunately not." He said and chuckled "Can I get you anything?"
*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.
Rory stares at the floor as the person talks, "Oh come now, he's more than earned it."
He looks around for a few moments, before coming over and flopping in the chair
He chuckles lightly "No one deserves to be yelled at." He said. The hand leaves Rory's shoulder as the figure moves towards the man. [I am going to need a WIS save]
Ollie chuckles "Bad day?"
19
"You have no idea." They groan, slumping onto the table, "Ever get a drink thrown in you cause the cups the wrong color?"
[Fail.] The man is suddenly overcome emotionally as he feels too many things all at once [Effectively, it's like a panic attack where he can't do anything.].
"Fortunately not." He said and chuckled "Can I get you anything?"
The man freezes, unable to move or speak
He smirks, "That's my line ain't it?" He says with a chuckle
Rory stares at the floor as the person talks, "Oh come now, he's more than earned it."
He looks around for a few moments, before coming over and flopping in the chair
“Interesting. What do you know about Pazunia?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Theren rolls his eyes.
"It feels as if I'm attuned to my surroundings.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Just teaching this little [gp] his place." They say calmly
*have fun, i have an event slated to occur pretty soon involving the pit.*
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 I know." He grins behind his mask
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
Caramel is soon asleep.
“That’s a good sign. Alright, I suppose I will see you tomorrow then.” Thirteen rolls the sheet back up, places it in his bag, and returns to the demonic symbols.
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 look like a fighter too."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He sighs wearily
"Bye."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She purrs softly.
“So long! May tomorrow be fruitful and educational!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"And is that you?" They ask, shoving rory back as they face ban properly
He chuckles lightly "No one deserves to be yelled at." He said. The hand leaves Rory's shoulder as the figure moves towards the man. [I am going to need a WIS save]
Ollie chuckles "Bad day?"
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 don't care what the other kids say about you, your not an idiot." He says, raising a brow.
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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"You have no idea." They groan, slumping onto the table, "Ever get a drink thrown in you cause the cups the wrong color?"
[Fail.] The man is suddenly overcome emotionally as he feels too many things all at once [Effectively, it's like a panic attack where he can't do anything.].
"Fortunately not." He said and chuckled "Can I get you anything?"
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
"What did he do to you?"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*so is Odieus casting hallow on the pit area?*
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.*
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
The man freezes, unable to move or speak
He smirks, "That's my line ain't it?" He says with a chuckle
(does anyone know anything about a game called Outer Worlds?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin