She hugs him tightly as if melding herself to him.
"Your son, well.. in another 20 to 25 years.." He shrugs.
He sighs and backs a foot away, he summons a shadowy blade into one hand, made from the spaces of realities. "Do ye just insist on hurting anyone who comes in here?"
"I...i'm sorry dear.."
Phoenix doesn't look surprised. "So you're the one the cat told me about..."
"For my Lord Godfrey I must!" Attack: 30 Damage: 32 Attack: 20 Damage: 32
"Its.. Its okay.. Im sorry.." She said.
"Mn, gossip spreads fast." He said, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
He sighs and dodges with ease. He suddenly grabs him by the throat and turns on his heel, wrapping his arm around his throat while restraining his hand with the sword in it. (STR: 33 Advatange: 27)
Theren sobs into her shoulder.
"It does." Phoenix walks over to them and gently grabs their chin. "You have one of my eyes..."
STR: 22 ADV: 34
*Local news: Husband and Wife crying in woods.*
She digs her fingernails into his back, tears streaming down her cheeks. *[gp] been awhile since they had a good cry*
With little warning, he headbutts Phoenix. (Hit: 31 Damage: 2 Bludgeoning.) "You wouldn't be doing that if you knew what you'd become." He snarled.
He manages to break out of the Kings grasp. He chuckles and tilts his head "Simmer down there.."
*yeah... In other news: Phoenix is about to go berserk*
Theren calms down a bit and pats her back.
Phoenix chuckles and rubs his nose. "Nice hit kiddo. And what did I become?"
"I AM MORGOTT THE LAST KING!" he roars.
Attack: 20 Damage: 31
Attack: 19 Damage: 48
Attack: 28 Damage: 27
Attack: 13 Damage: 46
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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.
Thirteen teleports away into the woods and begins looking for Ban.
Ban is sitting in front of Renes grave, staring at it.
He stands behind him, for once showing a little respect for the dead.
Ban rubs his eyes before standing up.
“I am truly sorry.” He says quietly.
"Who are you and why do you care?"
“I am the necromancer mentioned in the note that Sister Flores left behind.”
"Y-you can bring her back?"
“Well, yes, but not in the traditional sense. I must first capture her soul, then assemble a new body manually, animate it, and transfer the soul into that body. I’ve done something similar to this intentionally once, but unintentionally… twice.”
"P-please I beg of you..."
“Calm yourself. The only problem is acquiring the sister’s soul in general. I could use a modified ring of mind shielding, but as she’s already dead, I’ll need a bit of research to find that out. Don’t worry though. She shall be returned to this world soon.”
Ban grips their shirt. "Please...I cant risk losing another friend..."
“I’m going to do it. Do not worry.”
"Thank you.."
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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.
Thirteen teleports away into the woods and begins looking for Ban.
Ban is sitting in front of Renes grave, staring at it.
He stands behind him, for once showing a little respect for the dead.
Ban rubs his eyes before standing up.
“I am truly sorry.” He says quietly.
"Who are you and why do you care?"
“I am the necromancer mentioned in the note that Sister Flores left behind.”
"Y-you can bring her back?"
“Well, yes, but not in the traditional sense. I must first capture her soul, then assemble a new body manually, animate it, and transfer the soul into that body. I’ve done something similar to this intentionally once, but unintentionally… twice.”
"P-please I beg of you..."
“Calm yourself. The only problem is acquiring the sister’s soul in general. I could use a modified ring of mind shielding, but as she’s already dead, I’ll need a bit of research to find that out. Don’t worry though. She shall be returned to this world soon.”
Ban grips their shirt. "Please...I cant risk losing another friend..."
“I’m going to do it. Do not worry.”
"Thank you.."
“Though, do you know anything about the preservation or storage of souls? Just wondering.”
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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.
She hugs him tightly as if melding herself to him.
"Your son, well.. in another 20 to 25 years.." He shrugs.
He sighs and backs a foot away, he summons a shadowy blade into one hand, made from the spaces of realities. "Do ye just insist on hurting anyone who comes in here?"
"I...i'm sorry dear.."
Phoenix doesn't look surprised. "So you're the one the cat told me about..."
"For my Lord Godfrey I must!" Attack: 30 Damage: 32 Attack: 20 Damage: 32
"Its.. Its okay.. Im sorry.." She said.
"Mn, gossip spreads fast." He said, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
He sighs and dodges with ease. He suddenly grabs him by the throat and turns on his heel, wrapping his arm around his throat while restraining his hand with the sword in it. (STR: 33 Advatange: 27)
Theren sobs into her shoulder.
"It does." Phoenix walks over to them and gently grabs their chin. "You have one of my eyes..."
STR: 22 ADV: 34
*Local news: Husband and Wife crying in woods.*
She digs her fingernails into his back, tears streaming down her cheeks. *[gp] been awhile since they had a good cry*
With little warning, he headbutts Phoenix. (Hit: 31 Damage: 2 Bludgeoning.) "You wouldn't be doing that if you knew what you'd become." He snarled.
He manages to break out of the Kings grasp. He chuckles and tilts his head "Simmer down there.."
*yeah... In other news: Phoenix is about to go berserk*
Theren calms down a bit and pats her back.
Phoenix chuckles and rubs his nose. "Nice hit kiddo. And what did I become?"
"I AM MORGOTT THE LAST KING!" he roars.
Attack: 32 Damage: 63
Attack: 32 Damage: 43
Attack: 21 Damage: 35
Attack: 18 Damage: 32
She shudders, letting out a shaky breath, and wipes her tears "[GP].. Been awhile since that happened.."
"Went back to Sheperd, needing money, then went down that rabbit hole of killing again." He spat, drawing his sword.
He teleports around, dodging each one. He sighs and tilts his head "[GP], your presistent."
Thirteen teleports away into the woods and begins looking for Ban.
Ban is sitting in front of Renes grave, staring at it.
He stands behind him, for once showing a little respect for the dead.
Ban rubs his eyes before standing up.
“I am truly sorry.” He says quietly.
"Who are you and why do you care?"
“I am the necromancer mentioned in the note that Sister Flores left behind.”
"Y-you can bring her back?"
“Well, yes, but not in the traditional sense. I must first capture her soul, then assemble a new body manually, animate it, and transfer the soul into that body. I’ve done something similar to this intentionally once, but unintentionally… twice.”
"P-please I beg of you..."
“Calm yourself. The only problem is acquiring the sister’s soul in general. I could use a modified ring of mind shielding, but as she’s already dead, I’ll need a bit of research to find that out. Don’t worry though. She shall be returned to this world soon.”
Ban grips their shirt. "Please...I cant risk losing another friend..."
“I’m going to do it. Do not worry.”
"Thank you.."
“Though, do you know anything about the preservation or storage of souls? Just wondering.”
"I'm immortal..so no.."
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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.
She hugs him tightly as if melding herself to him.
"Your son, well.. in another 20 to 25 years.." He shrugs.
He sighs and backs a foot away, he summons a shadowy blade into one hand, made from the spaces of realities. "Do ye just insist on hurting anyone who comes in here?"
"I...i'm sorry dear.."
Phoenix doesn't look surprised. "So you're the one the cat told me about..."
"For my Lord Godfrey I must!" Attack: 30 Damage: 32 Attack: 20 Damage: 32
"Its.. Its okay.. Im sorry.." She said.
"Mn, gossip spreads fast." He said, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
He sighs and dodges with ease. He suddenly grabs him by the throat and turns on his heel, wrapping his arm around his throat while restraining his hand with the sword in it. (STR: 33 Advatange: 27)
Theren sobs into her shoulder.
"It does." Phoenix walks over to them and gently grabs their chin. "You have one of my eyes..."
STR: 22 ADV: 34
*Local news: Husband and Wife crying in woods.*
She digs her fingernails into his back, tears streaming down her cheeks. *[gp] been awhile since they had a good cry*
With little warning, he headbutts Phoenix. (Hit: 31 Damage: 2 Bludgeoning.) "You wouldn't be doing that if you knew what you'd become." He snarled.
He manages to break out of the Kings grasp. He chuckles and tilts his head "Simmer down there.."
*yeah... In other news: Phoenix is about to go berserk*
Theren calms down a bit and pats her back.
Phoenix chuckles and rubs his nose. "Nice hit kiddo. And what did I become?"
"I AM MORGOTT THE LAST KING!" he roars.
Attack: 32 Damage: 63
Attack: 32 Damage: 43
Attack: 21 Damage: 35
Attack: 18 Damage: 32
She shudders, letting out a shaky breath, and wipes her tears "[GP].. Been awhile since that happened.."
"Went back to Sheperd, needing money, then went down that rabbit hole of killing again." He spat, drawing his sword.
He teleports around, dodging each one. He sighs and tilts his head "[GP], your presistent."
He nods. "Felt good to let it all out though..."
"Shepard is dead you idiot. I killed that [1gp] myself."
"So?"
Attack: 28 Damage: 22
Attack: 24 Damage: 31
Attack: 24 Damage: 40
Attack: 25 Damage: 36
Attack: 23 Damage: 38
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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.
“Alright. I’ll work it out on my own then. By the way… if Rene is reincarnated in something very similar to my own body… is that a large issue? The only directly humanoid body I can create is by using a simulacrum of myself paired with a ring of animation stolen from an archdruid.”
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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.
She hugs him tightly as if melding herself to him.
"Your son, well.. in another 20 to 25 years.." He shrugs.
He sighs and backs a foot away, he summons a shadowy blade into one hand, made from the spaces of realities. "Do ye just insist on hurting anyone who comes in here?"
"I...i'm sorry dear.."
Phoenix doesn't look surprised. "So you're the one the cat told me about..."
"For my Lord Godfrey I must!" Attack: 30 Damage: 32 Attack: 20 Damage: 32
"Its.. Its okay.. Im sorry.." She said.
"Mn, gossip spreads fast." He said, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
He sighs and dodges with ease. He suddenly grabs him by the throat and turns on his heel, wrapping his arm around his throat while restraining his hand with the sword in it. (STR: 33 Advatange: 27)
Theren sobs into her shoulder.
"It does." Phoenix walks over to them and gently grabs their chin. "You have one of my eyes..."
STR: 22 ADV: 34
*Local news: Husband and Wife crying in woods.*
She digs her fingernails into his back, tears streaming down her cheeks. *[gp] been awhile since they had a good cry*
With little warning, he headbutts Phoenix. (Hit: 31 Damage: 2 Bludgeoning.) "You wouldn't be doing that if you knew what you'd become." He snarled.
He manages to break out of the Kings grasp. He chuckles and tilts his head "Simmer down there.."
*yeah... In other news: Phoenix is about to go berserk*
Theren calms down a bit and pats her back.
Phoenix chuckles and rubs his nose. "Nice hit kiddo. And what did I become?"
"I AM MORGOTT THE LAST KING!" he roars.
Attack: 32 Damage: 63
Attack: 32 Damage: 43
Attack: 21 Damage: 35
Attack: 18 Damage: 32
She shudders, letting out a shaky breath, and wipes her tears "[GP].. Been awhile since that happened.."
"Went back to Sheperd, needing money, then went down that rabbit hole of killing again." He spat, drawing his sword.
He teleports around, dodging each one. He sighs and tilts his head "[GP], your presistent."
He nods. "Felt good to let it all out though..."
"Shepard is dead you idiot. I killed that [1gp] myself."
"So?"
Attack: 20 Damage: 34
Attack: 15 Damage: 19
Attack: 25 Damage: 26
Attack: 18 Damage: 31
Attack: 24 Damage: 36
She chuckles and nods.
"You really think that? Him? Graves? Markov? Roba?" he asked "They're all alive. Death doesn't stop tyrants."
"Must get tiring." He said, tilting his head as the blades never seemed to hit their mark due to the shield and teleportation.
“Alright. I’ll work it out on my own then. By the way… if Rene is reincarnated in something very similar to my own body… is that a large issue? The only directly humanoid body I can create is by using a simulacrum of myself paired with a ring of animation stolen from an archdruid.”
"I don't care..."
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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.
“Alright. I’ll work it out on my own then. By the way… if Rene is reincarnated in something very similar to my own body… is that a large issue? The only directly humanoid body I can create is by using a simulacrum of myself paired with a ring of animation stolen from an archdruid.”
"I don't care..."
“Okay. I’ll do my best.”
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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.
"Shepard is dead you idiot. I killed that [1gp] myself."
"So?"
Attack: 20 Damage: 34
Attack: 15 Damage: 19
Attack: 25 Damage: 26
Attack: 18 Damage: 31
Attack: 24 Damage: 36
She chuckles and nods.
"You really think that? Him? Graves? Markov? Roba?" he asked "They're all alive. Death doesn't stop tyrants."
"Must get tiring." He said, tilting his head as the blades never seemed to hit their mark due to the shield and teleportation.
Theren kisses her forehead, blood dripping from his neck.
"Their ideas are alive. Not the people themselves kid." Phoenix sighs, taking the cake out of the oven. "And look at you now. You are no better than them. Going back in time to kill your parents."
"Never."
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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.
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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.
*YESSSS*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*yeah... In other news: Phoenix is about to go berserk*
Theren calms down a bit and pats her back.
Phoenix chuckles and rubs his nose. "Nice hit kiddo. And what did I become?"
"I AM MORGOTT THE LAST KING!" he roars.
Attack: 20 Damage: 31
Attack: 19 Damage: 48
Attack: 28 Damage: 27
Attack: 13 Damage: 46
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Thank you.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Three of the specters are dead now. “OKAY FINE! I’m leaving!” Cadmus yells. It attempts to dash away at quickling-like speeds.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Haven't met them myself, but Damian told me about them." Rag says rotating the meat.
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
“Though, do you know anything about the preservation or storage of souls? Just wondering.”
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 find that they are lost. The exit is nowhere in sight. "The only way to leave is by death.."
Attack: 21 Damage: 28
Attack: 27 Damage: 23
Attack: 15 Damage: 33
Attack: 29 Damage: 30
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She shudders, letting out a shaky breath, and wipes her tears "[GP].. Been awhile since that happened.."
"Went back to Sheperd, needing money, then went down that rabbit hole of killing again." He spat, drawing his sword.
He teleports around, dodging each one. He sighs and tilts his head "[GP], your presistent."
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'm immortal..so no.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Doesn't help that The King's real name is in Gaelic either.*
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 nods. "Felt good to let it all out though..."
"Shepard is dead you idiot. I killed that [1gp] myself."
"So?"
Attack: 28 Damage: 22
Attack: 24 Damage: 31
Attack: 24 Damage: 40
Attack: 25 Damage: 36
Attack: 23 Damage: 38
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Yo cut the chain please.*
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
*ban cut*
“Alright. I’ll work it out on my own then. By the way… if Rene is reincarnated in something very similar to my own body… is that a large issue? The only directly humanoid body I can create is by using a simulacrum of myself paired with a ring of animation stolen from an archdruid.”
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 chuckles and nods.
"You really think that? Him? Graves? Markov? Roba?" he asked "They're all alive. Death doesn't stop tyrants."
"Must get tiring." He said, tilting his head as the blades never seemed to hit their mark due to the shield and teleportation.
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
*wait what kind of damage is being dealt by him?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(hello?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"I don't care..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Okay. I’ll do my best.”
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 kisses her forehead, blood dripping from his neck.
"Their ideas are alive. Not the people themselves kid." Phoenix sighs, taking the cake out of the oven. "And look at you now. You are no better than them. Going back in time to kill your parents."
"Never."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.