An emaciated skeleton in a ragged and torn vermillion-and-green motley wearily strides through the verdant landscape. It holds a marotte topped with a leering beholder, and its eye sockets glow faintly silver. Its jaw hangs, as though perpetually gasping for air. It is surrounded by a pitiful and dying ringing from its cap and bells. And yet, there is nothing pitiful about this figure. It radiates strength.
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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.
An emaciated skeleton in a ragged and torn vermillion-and-green motley wearily strides through the verdant landscape. It holds a marotte topped with a leering beholder, and its eye sockets glow faintly silver. Its jaw hangs, as though perpetually gasping for air. It is surrounded by a pitiful and dying ringing from its cap and bells. And yet, there is nothing pitiful about this figure. It radiates strength.
Nicholas watches carefully, eyes tracking it with suspicion.
An emaciated skeleton in a ragged and torn vermillion-and-green motley wearily strides through the verdant landscape. It holds a marotte topped with a leering beholder, and its eye sockets glow faintly silver. Its jaw hangs, as though perpetually gasping for air. It is surrounded by a pitiful and dying ringing from its cap and bells. And yet, there is nothing pitiful about this figure. It radiates strength.
Nicholas watches carefully, eyes tracking it with suspicion.
With a snapping noise, the skeleton turns to stare at Nicholas, unblinking.
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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.
Theren has created a small fortress in a field. He sits on a throne made from raw cut stone in his fortress.
Phoenix is trying to regrow his lung.
Ban is sitting on the roof of the tavern looking for something to do.
Korh is in his camp working on a small project inside the fallen AT-AT.
Lore watches from a distance, eyes narrowed.
Jack appears from.. somewhere.. and hands him something. Its a small blue velvet box of sorts.
Rene/Thomas is hiding in an alleyway, clawing at their skin as if it is to tight.
Korh hears an explosion off about 30 yards away.
Guards patrol the walls, completely covered in armor.
"Jack..." Phoenix murmurs.
Ban appears in front of them, hands raised. "Look I'm not gonna hurt ya. I just wanna talk ok.."
Korh sighs, standing up and putting on his helmet. He heads towards the explosion.
She turns herself into a small grey squirrel and climbs the wall.
Jack nods and looks down.
They cower down in the corner, eyes narrowed.
He finds a small bit of the forest just gone. In the center, a young man dressed in full military gear fixes his mirroed goggles and coughs a bit. "Man, I knew I should've changed the amount of C4 in that.." he grumbles and then proceeds to pick up some scrap metal from whatever went off.
Theren has created a small fortress in a field. He sits on a throne made from raw cut stone in his fortress.
Phoenix is trying to regrow his lung.
Ban is sitting on the roof of the tavern looking for something to do.
Korh is in his camp working on a small project inside the fallen AT-AT.
Lore watches from a distance, eyes narrowed.
Jack appears from.. somewhere.. and hands him something. Its a small blue velvet box of sorts.
Rene/Thomas is hiding in an alleyway, clawing at their skin as if it is to tight.
Korh hears an explosion off about 30 yards away.
Guards patrol the walls, completely covered in armor.
"Jack..." Phoenix murmurs.
Ban appears in front of them, hands raised. "Look I'm not gonna hurt ya. I just wanna talk ok.."
Korh sighs, standing up and putting on his helmet. He heads towards the explosion.
She turns herself into a small grey squirrel and climbs the wall.
Jack nods and looks down.
They cower down in the corner, eyes narrowed.
He finds a small bit of the forest just gone. In the center, a young man dressed in full military gear fixes his mirroed goggles and coughs a bit. "Man, I knew I should've changed the amount of C4 in that.." he grumbles and then proceeds to pick up some scrap metal from whatever went off.
The guards take no notice of the this, standing in a silent vigil.
Phoenix breaks down crying, hugging Jack tightly.
Ban sits down, a little bit away from them. "I just wanna help."
"Hey! You know that animals live in these woods right?" Korh calls.
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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.
An emaciated skeleton in a ragged and torn vermillion-and-green motley wearily strides through the verdant landscape. It holds a marotte topped with a leering beholder, and its eye sockets glow faintly silver. Its jaw hangs, as though perpetually gasping for air. It is surrounded by a pitiful and dying ringing from its cap and bells. And yet, there is nothing pitiful about this figure. It radiates strength.
Nicholas watches carefully, eyes tracking it with suspicion.
With a snapping noise, the skeleton turns to stare at Nicholas, unblinking.
An emaciated skeleton in a ragged and torn vermillion-and-green motley wearily strides through the verdant landscape. It holds a marotte topped with a leering beholder, and its eye sockets glow faintly silver. Its jaw hangs, as though perpetually gasping for air. It is surrounded by a pitiful and dying ringing from its cap and bells. And yet, there is nothing pitiful about this figure. It radiates strength.
Nicholas watches carefully, eyes tracking it with suspicion.
With a snapping noise, the skeleton turns to stare at Nicholas, unblinking.
Nicki hisses and looks away.
“What’s your problem?” A high-pitched and wavering voice (imagine Sun from Fnaf) issues from the depths of the skeleton.
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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.
Theren has created a small fortress in a field. He sits on a throne made from raw cut stone in his fortress.
Phoenix is trying to regrow his lung.
Ban is sitting on the roof of the tavern looking for something to do.
Korh is in his camp working on a small project inside the fallen AT-AT.
Lore watches from a distance, eyes narrowed.
Jack appears from.. somewhere.. and hands him something. Its a small blue velvet box of sorts.
Rene/Thomas is hiding in an alleyway, clawing at their skin as if it is to tight.
Korh hears an explosion off about 30 yards away.
Guards patrol the walls, completely covered in armor.
"Jack..." Phoenix murmurs.
Ban appears in front of them, hands raised. "Look I'm not gonna hurt ya. I just wanna talk ok.."
Korh sighs, standing up and putting on his helmet. He heads towards the explosion.
She turns herself into a small grey squirrel and climbs the wall.
Jack nods and looks down.
They cower down in the corner, eyes narrowed.
He finds a small bit of the forest just gone. In the center, a young man dressed in full military gear fixes his mirroed goggles and coughs a bit. "Man, I knew I should've changed the amount of C4 in that.." he grumbles and then proceeds to pick up some scrap metal from whatever went off.
The guards take no notice of the this, standing in a silent vigil.
Phoenix breaks down crying, hugging Jack tightly.
Ban sits down, a little bit away from them. "I just wanna help."
"Hey! You know that animals live in these woods right?" Korh calls.
She jumps over the other side and looks around, skittering across the ground.
Jack hugs him back and kisses his forehead.
They bare their teeth and then sits down as well, posture still rigid.
An emaciated skeleton in a ragged and torn vermillion-and-green motley wearily strides through the verdant landscape. It holds a marotte topped with a leering beholder, and its eye sockets glow faintly silver. Its jaw hangs, as though perpetually gasping for air. It is surrounded by a pitiful and dying ringing from its cap and bells. And yet, there is nothing pitiful about this figure. It radiates strength.
Nicholas watches carefully, eyes tracking it with suspicion.
With a snapping noise, the skeleton turns to stare at Nicholas, unblinking.
Nicki hisses and looks away.
“What’s your problem?” A high-pitched and wavering voice (imagine Sun from Fnaf) issues from the depths of the skeleton.
"Nothin'" He says and continues tying the ropes of the mast.
Theren has created a small fortress in a field. He sits on a throne made from raw cut stone in his fortress.
Phoenix is trying to regrow his lung.
Ban is sitting on the roof of the tavern looking for something to do.
Korh is in his camp working on a small project inside the fallen AT-AT.
Lore watches from a distance, eyes narrowed.
Jack appears from.. somewhere.. and hands him something. Its a small blue velvet box of sorts.
Rene/Thomas is hiding in an alleyway, clawing at their skin as if it is to tight.
Korh hears an explosion off about 30 yards away.
Guards patrol the walls, completely covered in armor.
"Jack..." Phoenix murmurs.
Ban appears in front of them, hands raised. "Look I'm not gonna hurt ya. I just wanna talk ok.."
Korh sighs, standing up and putting on his helmet. He heads towards the explosion.
She turns herself into a small grey squirrel and climbs the wall.
Jack nods and looks down.
They cower down in the corner, eyes narrowed.
He finds a small bit of the forest just gone. In the center, a young man dressed in full military gear fixes his mirroed goggles and coughs a bit. "Man, I knew I should've changed the amount of C4 in that.." he grumbles and then proceeds to pick up some scrap metal from whatever went off.
The guards take no notice of the this, standing in a silent vigil.
Phoenix breaks down crying, hugging Jack tightly.
Ban sits down, a little bit away from them. "I just wanna help."
"Hey! You know that animals live in these woods right?" Korh calls.
She jumps over the other side and looks around, skittering across the ground.
Jack hugs him back and kisses his forehead.
They bare their teeth and then sits down as well, posture still rigid.
They look over and wave "Hello!" They chirp.
There is a mineshaft leading deep into the earth. There is an armory. And then there is a huge structure in the center.
"Jack....these things took parts of me....I...i'm...scared."
"Look, let me help you...please."
The remnant empire trooper trudges over to them. "You should be more careful when messing with explosives trooper."
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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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The guards don't respond, their faces hidden behind helmets.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*intro*
An emaciated skeleton in a ragged and torn vermillion-and-green motley wearily strides through the verdant landscape. It holds a marotte topped with a leering beholder, and its eye sockets glow faintly silver. Its jaw hangs, as though perpetually gasping for air. It is surrounded by a pitiful and dying ringing from its cap and bells. And yet, there is nothing pitiful about this figure. It radiates strength.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Guards patrol the walls, completely covered in armor.
"Jack..." Phoenix murmurs.
Ban appears in front of them, hands raised. "Look I'm not gonna hurt ya. I just wanna talk ok.."
Korh sighs, standing up and putting on his helmet. He heads towards the explosion.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Nicholas watches carefully, eyes tracking it with suspicion.
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
“Hmm. Excuse me? ¿Disculpe? Atturache?” It taps one on the head.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*how would he do that? They are patrolling on top of the walls that are about 15 feet high.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
With a snapping noise, the skeleton turns to stare at Nicholas, unblinking.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*almost nine feet tall, has four-foot arms and a staff to boot*
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 turns herself into a small grey squirrel and climbs the wall.
Jack nods and looks down.
They cower down in the corner, eyes narrowed.
He finds a small bit of the forest just gone. In the center, a young man dressed in full military gear fixes his mirroed goggles and coughs a bit. "Man, I knew I should've changed the amount of C4 in that.." he grumbles and then proceeds to pick up some scrap metal from whatever went off.
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
*mmm, ok*
The guards bats away the hand.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The guards take no notice of the this, standing in a silent vigil.
Phoenix breaks down crying, hugging Jack tightly.
Ban sits down, a little bit away from them. "I just wanna help."
"Hey! You know that animals live in these woods right?" Korh calls.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Nicki hisses and looks 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
“Well now that’s just rude.” Cadmus attempts to find a way to enter.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“What’s your problem?” A high-pitched and wavering voice (imagine Sun from Fnaf) issues from the depths of the skeleton.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
There is a gate but they are closed.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She jumps over the other side and looks around, skittering across the ground.
Jack hugs him back and kisses his forehead.
They bare their teeth and then sits down as well, posture still rigid.
They look over and wave "Hello!" They chirp.
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
Cadmus attempts to pull it open. STR: 24
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Gravedigger knocks on the door
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Nothin'" He says and continues tying the ropes of the mast.
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
There is a mineshaft leading deep into the earth. There is an armory. And then there is a huge structure in the center.
"Jack....these things took parts of me....I...i'm...scared."
"Look, let me help you...please."
The remnant empire trooper trudges over to them. "You should be more careful when messing with explosives trooper."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.