"Hmm. Will you be replacing it? If you do, leave a cave here." He hands Cadmus a map showing a cave marked with a single word: Portal.
“I was planning to take everything of note, along with my research, to the Archive. I can link Father’s realm to this place. But I don’t plan to replace it.”
Thirteen chuckles somewhat. “How would a cube of dirt cause a cart that cannot steer to move onto another path? Would it not just smash against its surface?”
"Could you get rid of the portal before you destroy this world then? I don't want anyone accidentally going through it and dying."
_______
"I never said it couldn't steer. But, due to stone fencing on the sides of the roads, it can't go off the road, and it can't stop because of how fast it's going."
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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.
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 to make you use a spell slot like that.." she said.
She waved a hand and the ice stops growing "There."
“Well if someone’s hurt, it doesn’t matter. It’s no big deal.”
Thirteen lands carefully.
"Still, I feel bad.." she said and leaned her head back "I'm sorry."
Lore sighs and wipes frozen tears from her eyes.
“Listen. No one should apologize for the fact that they had to suffer. It’s just not fair.”
“Theren is a… difficult man. Even I, who can claim to call myself his friend, don’t know his full past.” Thirteen sighs. “But then again, he doesn’t know my full past. No one really does. But I’m getting off track, I suppose.”
"But what if I was only made to suffer?" She looks at her hands.
"Mn.." she grumbles "I know... I just.. I'm just upset "
"Hmm. Will you be replacing it? If you do, leave a cave here." He hands Cadmus a map showing a cave marked with a single word: Portal.
“I was planning to take everything of note, along with my research, to the Archive. I can link Father’s realm to this place. But I don’t plan to replace it.”
Thirteen chuckles somewhat. “How would a cube of dirt cause a cart that cannot steer to move onto another path? Would it not just smash against its surface?”
"Could you get rid of the portal before you destroy this world then? I don't want anyone accidentally going through it and dying."
_______
"I never said it couldn't steer. But, due to stone fencing on the sides of the roads, it can't go off the road, and it can't stop because of how fast it's going."
“Everything in the Archive is secure. Visitors are not allowed to touch anything involved with the commemorated worlds. May I ask where it leads?”
“I see.”
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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.
A man in an owl mask and talon-like gloves walks over and just begins watching him, a cluster of flaming butterflies flitting about him.
Rag looks up and raises an eyebrow "Hello?"
He whistles, "Very polite, very polite, doesn't attack on sight." He mutters to himself or perhaps the butterflies around him, "Why do you sharpen your weapon in the middle of these woods? Are you perhaps a hunter?"
A man in an owl mask and talon-like gloves walks over and just begins watching him, a cluster of flaming butterflies flitting about him.
Rag looks up and raises an eyebrow "Hello?"
He whistles, "Very polite, very polite, doesn't attack on sight." He mutters to himself or perhaps the butterflies around him, "Why do you sharpen your weapon in the middle of these woods? Are you perhaps a hunter?"
Rag places the blade to his side and sits down, leaning against a tree "I am a hunter, and who might you be kind fellow?"
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
*For Mauric and Efflore and for anybody else who is near Rene's room at the moment.*
Rene suddenly drops to her knees, covering her mouth with her hand. Crimson liquid seeps from between the cracks as she coughs. Blood hits the bathroom floor, splattering like paint.
She laughs "I should just die at this point. All I do is suffer these days.." tears streak down her freckled cheeks.
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 to make you use a spell slot like that.." she said.
She waved a hand and the ice stops growing "There."
“Well if someone’s hurt, it doesn’t matter. It’s no big deal.”
Thirteen lands carefully.
"Still, I feel bad.." she said and leaned her head back "I'm sorry."
Lore sighs and wipes frozen tears from her eyes.
“Listen. No one should apologize for the fact that they had to suffer. It’s just not fair.”
“Theren is a… difficult man. Even I, who can claim to call myself his friend, don’t know his full past.” Thirteen sighs. “But then again, he doesn’t know my full past. No one really does. But I’m getting off track, I suppose.”
"But what if I was only made to suffer?" She looks at her hands.
"Mn.." she grumbles "I know... I just.. I'm just upset "
“Then whoever made you should get kicked in the head and you should ignore anything they say. Nobody’s made for nothing. You should do what you feel like doing.”
“And you have every right to be upset. He’s your husband. He should at least try, for your sake.”
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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.
*For Mauric and Efflore and for anybody else who is near Rene's room at the moment.*
Rene suddenly drops to her knees, covering her mouth with her hand. Crimson liquid seeps from between the cracks as she coughs. Blood hits the bathroom floor, splattering like paint.
She laughs "I should just die at this point. All I do is suffer these days.." tears streak down her freckled cheeks.
*YUP*
There is a knock on her door. "Rene?" ban asks. "You ok in there?" he says, worry in his tone
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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.
*For Mauric and Efflore and for anybody else who is near Rene's room at the moment.*
Rene suddenly drops to her knees, covering her mouth with her hand. Crimson liquid seeps from between the cracks as she coughs. Blood hits the bathroom floor, splattering like paint.
She laughs "I should just die at this point. All I do is suffer these days.." tears streak down her freckled cheeks.
Mauric hugs her. “You should probably see a doctor.”
*Oh god I’m debating having Mauric stab her. He probably would do so, but also this is a really cool character*
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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.
*For Mauric and Efflore and for anybody else who is near Rene's room at the moment.*
Rene suddenly drops to her knees, covering her mouth with her hand. Crimson liquid seeps from between the cracks as she coughs. Blood hits the bathroom floor, splattering like paint.
She laughs "I should just die at this point. All I do is suffer these days.." tears streak down her freckled cheeks.
*YUP*
There is a knock on her door. "Rene?" ban asks. "You ok in there?" he says, worry in his tone
"Ban.. don't come in.. please.." she said, burying her face in her hands.
*For Mauric and Efflore and for anybody else who is near Rene's room at the moment.*
Rene suddenly drops to her knees, covering her mouth with her hand. Crimson liquid seeps from between the cracks as she coughs. Blood hits the bathroom floor, splattering like paint.
She laughs "I should just die at this point. All I do is suffer these days.." tears streak down her freckled cheeks.
*YUP*
There is a knock on her door. "Rene?" ban asks. "You ok in there?" he says, worry in his tone
"Ban.. don't come in.. please.." she said, burying her face in her hands.
"Rene whats wrong?" he asks nervously
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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.
*For Mauric and Efflore and for anybody else who is near Rene's room at the moment.*
Rene suddenly drops to her knees, covering her mouth with her hand. Crimson liquid seeps from between the cracks as she coughs. Blood hits the bathroom floor, splattering like paint.
She laughs "I should just die at this point. All I do is suffer these days.." tears streak down her freckled cheeks.
Mauric hugs her. “You should probably see a doctor.”
*Oh god I’m debating having Mauric stab her. He probably would do so, but also this is a really cool character*
*HEHEHEHEHEHEH YES.*
She grips his shoulder "Please.. I hate constantly knowing that I am going to die just because the breeze blows past me." She said, tears flowing down her cheeks and on to the ground.
Rag looks up and raises an eyebrow "Hello?"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"Could you get rid of the portal before you destroy this world then? I don't want anyone accidentally going through it and dying."
_______
"I never said it couldn't steer. But, due to stone fencing on the sides of the roads, it can't go off the road, and it can't stop because of how fast it's going."
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."
Kinsley poofs into their ferret form and clambers atop him, "Do we know where it leads? Who made it? Any info?"
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
He ignores him, packing fast
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"But what if I was only made to suffer?" She looks at her hands.
"Mn.." she grumbles "I know... I just.. I'm just upset "
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
“Everything in the Archive is secure. Visitors are not allowed to touch anything involved with the commemorated worlds. May I ask where it leads?”
“I see.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He whistles, "Very polite, very polite, doesn't attack on sight." He mutters to himself or perhaps the butterflies around him, "Why do you sharpen your weapon in the middle of these woods? Are you perhaps a hunter?"
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
“I know you can hear me. And I’m not leaving.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Rag places the blade to his side and sits down, leaning against a tree "I am a hunter, and who might you be kind fellow?"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Theren finishes packing and slings the bag over his back. He turns and stares down Thirteen. "move."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*For Mauric and Efflore and for anybody else who is near Rene's room at the moment.*
Rene suddenly drops to her knees, covering her mouth with her hand. Crimson liquid seeps from between the cracks as she coughs. Blood hits the bathroom floor, splattering like paint.
She laughs "I should just die at this point. All I do is suffer these days.." tears streak down her freckled cheeks.
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
“Then whoever made you should get kicked in the head and you should ignore anything they say. Nobody’s made for nothing. You should do what you feel like doing.”
“And you have every right to be upset. He’s your husband. He should at least try, for your sake.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*YUP*
There is a knock on her door. "Rene?" ban asks. "You ok in there?" he says, worry in his tone
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Mauric hugs her. “You should probably see a doctor.”
*Oh god I’m debating having Mauric stab her. He probably would do so, but also this is a really cool character*
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.. don't come in.. please.." she said, burying her face in her hands.
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
“No. I want to know what this is all about. You’re not running off.”
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 whats wrong?" he asks nervously
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren looks at the ground. "Thirteen. If you know what's good for you, I suggest you [1gp]ing move."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*HEHEHEHEHEHEH YES.*
She grips his shoulder "Please.. I hate constantly knowing that I am going to die just because the breeze blows past me." She said, tears flowing down her cheeks and on to the ground.
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
*crap i missed this post*
“To the layer of Webonai. It was created by a sleeping demon lord known as the Ivory Demon or Riotan.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.