Rene stumbled into the tavern, hacking up blood and bile while one of her familiars, a white dove, tries to push her upstairs. She stumbled into her room, setting aside her mask and robes which have been stained red. She gets in the bathtub and pulls her knees to her chest, mumbling prayers.
Lore is enraged, and it's not hard tell that she is anything but. An area of the forest is coated in layers of deadly ice that encases everything in its cold sheen. She sits in the middle of it, wings unfolded and wrapped around her shoulders like a cloak as she stares at the ground, eyebrows furrowed.
Russ has smoke a whole pack in lass than two hours, grumbling to himself as he sits on the edge of the tavern roof. He keeps looking over a letter, once and then twice, before he summons a fire and burns the letter.
There's a knock on Rene's door after a few moments
Lore hears the sound of footsteps on the ice, approaching cautiously
*should I make another character? I have a slightly neat idea*
She walks over, putting on a white surgical mask, and opens the door.
Rene stumbled into the tavern, hacking up blood and bile while one of her familiars, a white dove, tries to push her upstairs. She stumbled into her room, setting aside her mask and robes which have been stained red. She gets in the bathtub and pulls her knees to her chest, mumbling prayers.
Lore is enraged, and it's not hard tell that she is anything but. An area of the forest is coated in layers of deadly ice that encases everything in its cold sheen. She sits in the middle of it, wings unfolded and wrapped around her shoulders like a cloak as she stares at the ground, eyebrows furrowed.
Mauric sees her and follows to the threshold of the room. “You okay?”
Thirteen levitates down from above. “Hello Lore. How are things going?”
Rene shakes her head, burying her face in her hands.
"Terrific Thirteen. Can't you tell??" She said sarcastically.
“Do you need any healing or anything? I can help! I think…”
“He did something stupid.” Not a question but an observation.
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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.
Rene stumbled into the tavern, hacking up blood and bile while one of her familiars, a white dove, tries to push her upstairs. She stumbled into her room, setting aside her mask and robes which have been stained red. She gets in the bathtub and pulls her knees to her chest, mumbling prayers.
Lore is enraged, and it's not hard tell that she is anything but. An area of the forest is coated in layers of deadly ice that encases everything in its cold sheen. She sits in the middle of it, wings unfolded and wrapped around her shoulders like a cloak as she stares at the ground, eyebrows furrowed.
Mauric sees her and follows to the threshold of the room. “You okay?”
Thirteen levitates down from above. “Hello Lore. How are things going?”
Rene shakes her head, burying her face in her hands.
"Terrific Thirteen. Can't you tell??" She said sarcastically.
“Do you need any healing or anything? I can help! I think…”
“He did something stupid.” Not a question but an observation.
She nods her head "Please, it hurts a lot right now.." she asked and looked up at them.
Rene stumbled into the tavern, hacking up blood and bile while one of her familiars, a white dove, tries to push her upstairs. She stumbled into her room, setting aside her mask and robes which have been stained red. She gets in the bathtub and pulls her knees to her chest, mumbling prayers.
Lore is enraged, and it's not hard tell that she is anything but. An area of the forest is coated in layers of deadly ice that encases everything in its cold sheen. She sits in the middle of it, wings unfolded and wrapped around her shoulders like a cloak as she stares at the ground, eyebrows furrowed.
Mauric sees her and follows to the threshold of the room. “You okay?”
Thirteen levitates down from above. “Hello Lore. How are things going?”
Rene shakes her head, burying her face in her hands.
"Terrific Thirteen. Can't you tell??" She said sarcastically.
“Do you need any healing or anything? I can help! I think…”
“He did something stupid.” Not a question but an observation.
She nods her head "Please, it hurts a lot right now.." she asked and looked up at them.
"YEAH." She hissed and rubbed her temples.
He casts cure wounds in a third level slot, healing 20 hit points of damage.
“What was it?”
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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.
Rene stumbled into the tavern, hacking up blood and bile while one of her familiars, a white dove, tries to push her upstairs. She stumbled into her room, setting aside her mask and robes which have been stained red. She gets in the bathtub and pulls her knees to her chest, mumbling prayers.
Lore is enraged, and it's not hard tell that she is anything but. An area of the forest is coated in layers of deadly ice that encases everything in its cold sheen. She sits in the middle of it, wings unfolded and wrapped around her shoulders like a cloak as she stares at the ground, eyebrows furrowed.
Russ has smoke a whole pack in lass than two hours, grumbling to himself as he sits on the edge of the tavern roof. He keeps looking over a letter, once and then twice, before he summons a fire and burns the letter.
There's a knock on Rene's door after a few moments
Lore hears the sound of footsteps on the ice, approaching cautiously
*should I make another character? I have a slightly neat idea*
She walks over, putting on a white surgical mask, and opens the door.
She turns around, eyes narrowed.
*Ooooh! Yes >:3*
Efflore is there, dressed like a butler, "Um, excuse my intrusion, but are you alright? You um, threw up a lot of blood on your way in"
Aspen is there, hand against a frost covered tree as he walks on the ice, "Hello there."
Rene stumbled into the tavern, hacking up blood and bile while one of her familiars, a white dove, tries to push her upstairs. She stumbled into her room, setting aside her mask and robes which have been stained red. She gets in the bathtub and pulls her knees to her chest, mumbling prayers.
Lore is enraged, and it's not hard tell that she is anything but. An area of the forest is coated in layers of deadly ice that encases everything in its cold sheen. She sits in the middle of it, wings unfolded and wrapped around her shoulders like a cloak as she stares at the ground, eyebrows furrowed.
Mauric sees her and follows to the threshold of the room. “You okay?”
Thirteen levitates down from above. “Hello Lore. How are things going?”
Rene shakes her head, burying her face in her hands.
"Terrific Thirteen. Can't you tell??" She said sarcastically.
“Do you need any healing or anything? I can help! I think…”
“He did something stupid.” Not a question but an observation.
She nods her head "Please, it hurts a lot right now.." she asked and looked up at them.
"YEAH." She hissed and rubbed her temples.
He casts cure wounds in a third level slot, healing 16 hit points of damage.
“What was it?”
She glows for a second, her long white hair glowing slightly. She violently coughs, expelling the residual blood from her lungs. She smiles "Thank you.."
"Friggin drinking himself to death and ending up in places he'll get killed.."
Skriggle is overseeing the construction of what seems to be some sort of moving fortress.
Jebidiah is debating morality with a tree.
Cadmus walks up to him. “Fascinating. What are your intentions for this apparatus?”
Thirteen listens, bemused.
Grand Warlord Skriggle turns slightly. "We must maintain the strongest armies we can, just in case the Dark Elves attack us again. The last time we fought them, they slaughtered us by the thousands."
Jeb: "Let me explain again, Highbough. A horseless carriage is speeding down a road towards a fork, and it can't stop. 5 people are tied down on the left road, and 1 person is tied down on the other. You can move a 5ft cube of dirt to block one of the roads, but only one. Is it better to let 5 people die or let 1 person die?"
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
Rene stumbled into the tavern, hacking up blood and bile while one of her familiars, a white dove, tries to push her upstairs. She stumbled into her room, setting aside her mask and robes which have been stained red. She gets in the bathtub and pulls her knees to her chest, mumbling prayers.
Lore is enraged, and it's not hard tell that she is anything but. An area of the forest is coated in layers of deadly ice that encases everything in its cold sheen. She sits in the middle of it, wings unfolded and wrapped around her shoulders like a cloak as she stares at the ground, eyebrows furrowed.
Russ has smoke a whole pack in lass than two hours, grumbling to himself as he sits on the edge of the tavern roof. He keeps looking over a letter, once and then twice, before he summons a fire and burns the letter.
There's a knock on Rene's door after a few moments
Lore hears the sound of footsteps on the ice, approaching cautiously
*should I make another character? I have a slightly neat idea*
She walks over, putting on a white surgical mask, and opens the door.
She turns around, eyes narrowed.
*Ooooh! Yes >:3*
Efflore is there, dressed like a butler, "Um, excuse my intrusion, but are you alright? You um, threw up a lot of blood on your way in"
Aspen is there, hand against a frost covered tree as he walks on the ice, "Hello there."
*Manifesting >:3*
"No.. no really.." she said and hugged herself "I-Im sorry.. I'll clean that up.."
Rene stumbled into the tavern, hacking up blood and bile while one of her familiars, a white dove, tries to push her upstairs. She stumbled into her room, setting aside her mask and robes which have been stained red. She gets in the bathtub and pulls her knees to her chest, mumbling prayers.
Lore is enraged, and it's not hard tell that she is anything but. An area of the forest is coated in layers of deadly ice that encases everything in its cold sheen. She sits in the middle of it, wings unfolded and wrapped around her shoulders like a cloak as she stares at the ground, eyebrows furrowed.
Russ has smoke a whole pack in lass than two hours, grumbling to himself as he sits on the edge of the tavern roof. He keeps looking over a letter, once and then twice, before he summons a fire and burns the letter.
There's a knock on Rene's door after a few moments
Lore hears the sound of footsteps on the ice, approaching cautiously
*should I make another character? I have a slightly neat idea*
She walks over, putting on a white surgical mask, and opens the door.
She turns around, eyes narrowed.
*Ooooh! Yes >:3*
Efflore is there, dressed like a butler, "Um, excuse my intrusion, but are you alright? You um, threw up a lot of blood on your way in"
Aspen is there, hand against a frost covered tree as he walks on the ice, "Hello there."
*Manifesting >:3*
"No.. no really.." she said and hugged herself "I-Im sorry.. I'll clean that up.."
Lore narrows her eyes "Go away."
"No no, we have people for that. Do you... have a medicine you need or healing?" He tilts his head
"I know it's not my business." He nods, "But are you alright? Not many people freeze large areas of the forest when they're right and dandy"
Rene stumbled into the tavern, hacking up blood and bile while one of her familiars, a white dove, tries to push her upstairs. She stumbled into her room, setting aside her mask and robes which have been stained red. She gets in the bathtub and pulls her knees to her chest, mumbling prayers.
Lore is enraged, and it's not hard tell that she is anything but. An area of the forest is coated in layers of deadly ice that encases everything in its cold sheen. She sits in the middle of it, wings unfolded and wrapped around her shoulders like a cloak as she stares at the ground, eyebrows furrowed.
Russ has smoke a whole pack in lass than two hours, grumbling to himself as he sits on the edge of the tavern roof. He keeps looking over a letter, once and then twice, before he summons a fire and burns the letter.
There's a knock on Rene's door after a few moments
Lore hears the sound of footsteps on the ice, approaching cautiously
*should I make another character? I have a slightly neat idea*
She walks over, putting on a white surgical mask, and opens the door.
She turns around, eyes narrowed.
*Ooooh! Yes >:3*
Efflore is there, dressed like a butler, "Um, excuse my intrusion, but are you alright? You um, threw up a lot of blood on your way in"
Aspen is there, hand against a frost covered tree as he walks on the ice, "Hello there."
*Manifesting >:3*
"No.. no really.." she said and hugged herself "I-Im sorry.. I'll clean that up.."
Lore narrows her eyes "Go away."
"No no, we have people for that. Do you... have a medicine you need or healing?" He tilts his head
"I know it's not my business." He nods, "But are you alright? Not many people freeze large areas of the forest when they're right and dandy"
She shakes her head "I could heal myself but my magic disappears when I'm like this.. I'm sorry." She says.
"No. I'm honestly lovely, can't you tell??" She snarls.
Rene stumbled into the tavern, hacking up blood and bile while one of her familiars, a white dove, tries to push her upstairs. She stumbled into her room, setting aside her mask and robes which have been stained red. She gets in the bathtub and pulls her knees to her chest, mumbling prayers.
Lore is enraged, and it's not hard tell that she is anything but. An area of the forest is coated in layers of deadly ice that encases everything in its cold sheen. She sits in the middle of it, wings unfolded and wrapped around her shoulders like a cloak as she stares at the ground, eyebrows furrowed.
Mauric sees her and follows to the threshold of the room. “You okay?”
Thirteen levitates down from above. “Hello Lore. How are things going?”
Rene shakes her head, burying her face in her hands.
"Terrific Thirteen. Can't you tell??" She said sarcastically.
“Do you need any healing or anything? I can help! I think…”
“He did something stupid.” Not a question but an observation.
She nods her head "Please, it hurts a lot right now.." she asked and looked up at them.
"YEAH." She hissed and rubbed her temples.
He casts cure wounds in a third level slot, healing 16 hit points of damage.
“What was it?”
She glows for a second, her long white hair glowing slightly. She violently coughs, expelling the residual blood from her lungs. She smiles "Thank you.."
"Friggin drinking himself to death and ending up in places he'll get killed.."
“No problem. Who are you?”
“I know… By the way, is it safe to land? This ice looks dangerous, but it’s hard for me to focus on the conversation while airborne.”
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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.
Rene stumbled into the tavern, hacking up blood and bile while one of her familiars, a white dove, tries to push her upstairs. She stumbled into her room, setting aside her mask and robes which have been stained red. She gets in the bathtub and pulls her knees to her chest, mumbling prayers.
Lore is enraged, and it's not hard tell that she is anything but. An area of the forest is coated in layers of deadly ice that encases everything in its cold sheen. She sits in the middle of it, wings unfolded and wrapped around her shoulders like a cloak as she stares at the ground, eyebrows furrowed.
Mauric sees her and follows to the threshold of the room. “You okay?”
Thirteen levitates down from above. “Hello Lore. How are things going?”
Rene shakes her head, burying her face in her hands.
"Terrific Thirteen. Can't you tell??" She said sarcastically.
“Do you need any healing or anything? I can help! I think…”
“He did something stupid.” Not a question but an observation.
She nods her head "Please, it hurts a lot right now.." she asked and looked up at them.
"YEAH." She hissed and rubbed her temples.
He casts cure wounds in a third level slot, healing 16 hit points of damage.
“What was it?”
She glows for a second, her long white hair glowing slightly. She violently coughs, expelling the residual blood from her lungs. She smiles "Thank you.."
"Friggin drinking himself to death and ending up in places he'll get killed.."
“No problem. Who are you?”
“I know… By the way, is it safe to land? This ice looks dangerous, but it’s hard for me to focus on the conversation while airborne.”
"I am Sister Flores.. but you can call me Rene.. I'm sorry make you use a spell slot like that.." she said.
She waved a hand and the ice stops growing "There."
Skriggle is overseeing the construction of what seems to be some sort of moving fortress.
Jebidiah is debating morality with a tree.
Cadmus walks up to him. “Fascinating. What are your intentions for this apparatus?”
Thirteen listens, bemused.
Grand Warlord Skriggle turns slightly. "We must maintain the strongest armies we can, just in case the Dark Elves attack us again. The last time we fought them, they slaughtered us by the thousands."
Jeb: "Let me explain again, Highbough. A horseless carriage is speeding down a road towards a fork, and it can't stop. 5 people are tied down on the left road, and 1 person is tied down on the other. You can move a 5ft cube of dirt to block one of the roads, but only one. Is it better to let 5 people die or let 1 person die?"
“Amazing! I will need a full account of this sometime. What is the name of your civilization?”
She walks over, putting on a white surgical mask, and opens the door.
She turns around, eyes narrowed.
*Ooooh! Yes >:3*
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
“Do you need any healing or anything? I can help! I think…”
“He did something stupid.” Not a question but an observation.
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 nods her head "Please, it hurts a lot right now.." she asked and looked up at them.
"YEAH." She hissed and rubbed her temples.
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 casts cure wounds in a third level slot, healing 20 hit points of damage.
“What was 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.
They pat his back
psychopath ^-^
Efflore is there, dressed like a butler, "Um, excuse my intrusion, but are you alright? You um, threw up a lot of blood on your way in"
Aspen is there, hand against a frost covered tree as he walks on the ice, "Hello there."
*Manifesting >:3*
She glows for a second, her long white hair glowing slightly. She violently coughs, expelling the residual blood from her lungs. She smiles "Thank you.."
"Friggin drinking himself to death and ending up in places he'll get killed.."
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
Grand Warlord Skriggle turns slightly. "We must maintain the strongest armies we can, just in case the Dark Elves attack us again. The last time we fought them, they slaughtered us by the thousands."
Jeb: "Let me explain again, Highbough. A horseless carriage is speeding down a road towards a fork, and it can't stop. 5 people are tied down on the left road, and 1 person is tied down on the other. You can move a 5ft cube of dirt to block one of the roads, but only one. Is it better to let 5 people die or let 1 person die?"
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
*Yooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo*
Sushi is hunched over a pot in the kitchen, muttering curses and laughing
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"No.. no really.." she said and hugged herself "I-Im sorry.. I'll clean that up.."
Lore narrows her eyes "Go away."
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 RACCOON*
"No no, we have people for that. Do you... have a medicine you need or healing?" He tilts his head
"I know it's not my business." He nods, "But are you alright? Not many people freeze large areas of the forest when they're right and dandy"
*THE BLOODHUNTER
I've been gone for a while 🫠*
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
An upturned pot nearby moves slightly, making a small scraping sound.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
She shakes her head "I could heal myself but my magic disappears when I'm like this.. I'm sorry." She says.
"No. I'm honestly lovely, can't you tell??" She snarls.
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
She jolts dropping the ladle into the pot, "SHOOT! SHOOT SHOOT SHOOT!"
As the ladle begins to dissolve she sighs and makes a move to grab the upturned pot.
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o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
“No problem. Who are you?”
“I know… By the way, is it safe to land? This ice looks dangerous, but it’s hard for me to focus on the conversation while airborne.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I am Sister Flores.. but you can call me Rene.. I'm sorry make you use a spell slot like that.." she said.
She waved a hand and the ice stops growing "There."
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
“Amazing! I will need a full account of this sometime. What is the name of your civilization?”
“You tell him, Highbough.” Thirteen chimes in.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*yes. Never leave again :>*