Loriche is crafting a wakizashi in her camp in the woods.
A human wearing a strange Oni mask is painting Thirteen, death energy swirling around him.
A man that looks like an Emperian is walking around the forest, a giant muscular figure just walking around.
Thirteen looks up, raising an eyebrow.
Loriche continues folding the tamagahane, focused on her work.
He sees the man painting sharply, moving like a swordsman, the death energy coming from his blade at his side.
The giant grabs a tree and begins to pull, the roots popping out of the ground as he pulls, the noise very very loud.
Casually, Thirteen casts disguise self, turning into a brown-feathered kenku.
Loriche’s head snaps up. She looks at the almost-finished blade, as though apologizing for having to leave, then grabs her war pick and heads in that direction.
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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.
Loriche is crafting a wakizashi in her camp in the woods.
A human wearing a strange Oni mask is painting Thirteen, death energy swirling around him.
A man that looks like an Emperian is walking around the forest, a giant muscular figure just walking around.
Thirteen looks up, raising an eyebrow.
Loriche continues folding the tamagahane, focused on her work.
He sees the man painting sharply, moving like a swordsman, the death energy coming from his blade at his side.
The giant grabs a tree and begins to pull, the roots popping out of the ground as he pulls, the noise very very loud.
Casually, Thirteen casts disguise self, turning into a brown-feathered kenku.
Loriche’s head snaps up. She looks at the almost-finished blade, as though apologizing for having to leave, then grabs her war pick and heads in that direction.
The man turns his head, speaking with a Japanese accent “That is strange.” He then grabs another canvas and continues painting.
The man shoulders the tree and when he sees Loriche he looks down, his voice calm “Excuse me? Do you need anything at all?”
Loriche is crafting a wakizashi in her camp in the woods.
A human wearing a strange Oni mask is painting Thirteen, death energy swirling around him.
A man that looks like an Emperian is walking around the forest, a giant muscular figure just walking around.
Thirteen looks up, raising an eyebrow.
Loriche continues folding the tamagahane, focused on her work.
He sees the man painting sharply, moving like a swordsman, the death energy coming from his blade at his side.
The giant grabs a tree and begins to pull, the roots popping out of the ground as he pulls, the noise very very loud.
Casually, Thirteen casts disguise self, turning into a brown-feathered kenku.
Loriche’s head snaps up. She looks at the almost-finished blade, as though apologizing for having to leave, then grabs her war pick and heads in that direction.
The man turns his head, speaking with a Japanese accent “That is strange.” He then grabs another canvas and continues painting.
The man shoulders the tree and when he sees Loriche he looks down, his voice calm “Excuse me? Do you need anything at all?”
“What about me is so enthralling that you would choose to immortalize me in paint?” He asks.
“Not really. Just… heard a loud sound, and I guess I know what it was.” She gestures to the tree.
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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.
“What about me is so enthralling that you would choose to immortalize me in paint?” He asks.
“Not really. Just… heard a loud sound, and I guess I know what it was.” She gestures to the tree.
"I don't sense that you are alive like all others are, your nature is unique, and as a painter my job is to capture the unique."
"I apologize if I had done anything to annoy or worry you. I am Ragnerious, a pleasure." He reaches out a hand to shake.
“And what makes you think that?”
“Oh yeah, the weirdo who tried to kidnap me.” She takes a few steps back.
"Which part exactly?"
"I didn't try to kidnap you. You wanted to eat at the inn, so I was taking you to the inn. I apologize if you thought I was kidnapping you."
“That my existence is somehow different than the average bystander. It is, but I’d like to know how you knew.”
“Yeah, well if you want to be hospitable, don’t grab people and carry them away. It sends a bad message.”
"Because I have seen creatures without regular life. I am one myself, an immortal, with a sword that absorbs life-force."
"Hmm. I haven't thought of it that way. Most people don't really argue, actually that is more concerning that people don't argue."
“Ah. Well, I’m about 300 years older than I really should be, due to a pair of rings that I stole from a space archdruid.”
Loriche buckles the war pick to her belt. “If it’s an innocent mistake, then I certainly forgive you. But try asking next time you want to escort someone.”
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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.
“What about me is so enthralling that you would choose to immortalize me in paint?” He asks.
“Not really. Just… heard a loud sound, and I guess I know what it was.” She gestures to the tree.
"I don't sense that you are alive like all others are, your nature is unique, and as a painter my job is to capture the unique."
"I apologize if I had done anything to annoy or worry you. I am Ragnerious, a pleasure." He reaches out a hand to shake.
“And what makes you think that?”
“Oh yeah, the weirdo who tried to kidnap me.” She takes a few steps back.
"Which part exactly?"
"I didn't try to kidnap you. You wanted to eat at the inn, so I was taking you to the inn. I apologize if you thought I was kidnapping you."
“That my existence is somehow different than the average bystander. It is, but I’d like to know how you knew.”
“Yeah, well if you want to be hospitable, don’t grab people and carry them away. It sends a bad message.”
"Because I have seen creatures without regular life. I am one myself, an immortal, with a sword that absorbs life-force."
"Hmm. I haven't thought of it that way. Most people don't really argue, actually that is more concerning that people don't argue."
“Ah. Well, I’m about 300 years older than I really should be, due to a pair of rings that I stole from a space archdruid.”
Loriche buckles the war pick to her belt. “If it’s an innocent mistake, then I certainly forgive you. But try asking next time you want to escort someone.”
"Now could you explain that as if I weren't three hundred years old, and were in fact only 28."
Rag puts the tree back into the ground and the dirt shifts to cover it back up perfectly "I'll try to, or perhaps I could just make the food and bring it to you, rather than bringing you with me."
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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.
“What about me is so enthralling that you would choose to immortalize me in paint?” He asks.
“Not really. Just… heard a loud sound, and I guess I know what it was.” She gestures to the tree.
"I don't sense that you are alive like all others are, your nature is unique, and as a painter my job is to capture the unique."
"I apologize if I had done anything to annoy or worry you. I am Ragnerious, a pleasure." He reaches out a hand to shake.
“And what makes you think that?”
“Oh yeah, the weirdo who tried to kidnap me.” She takes a few steps back.
"Which part exactly?"
"I didn't try to kidnap you. You wanted to eat at the inn, so I was taking you to the inn. I apologize if you thought I was kidnapping you."
“That my existence is somehow different than the average bystander. It is, but I’d like to know how you knew.”
“Yeah, well if you want to be hospitable, don’t grab people and carry them away. It sends a bad message.”
"Because I have seen creatures without regular life. I am one myself, an immortal, with a sword that absorbs life-force."
"Hmm. I haven't thought of it that way. Most people don't really argue, actually that is more concerning that people don't argue."
“Ah. Well, I’m about 300 years older than I really should be, due to a pair of rings that I stole from a space archdruid.”
Loriche buckles the war pick to her belt. “If it’s an innocent mistake, then I certainly forgive you. But try asking next time you want to escort someone.”
"Now could you explain that as if I weren't three hundred years old, and were in fact only 28."
Rag puts the tree back into the ground and the dirt shifts to cover it back up perfectly "I'll try to, or perhaps I could just make the food and bring it to you, rather than bringing you with me."
“I met a very belligerent druid named Yuberois who dwelt on a small asteroid in the Wildspace system (basically the sky surrounding that world) who was in possession of two rings. One eradicated anything harmful within his body, and one replaced every part of his body that the other ring destroyed with new, healthy parts. This druid was also ceaselessly, horrendously evil. So I stole the rings so he would be weaker and used them myself for some time.”
“I’m good right now, but thanks for offering.”
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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.
“What about me is so enthralling that you would choose to immortalize me in paint?” He asks.
“Not really. Just… heard a loud sound, and I guess I know what it was.” She gestures to the tree.
"I don't sense that you are alive like all others are, your nature is unique, and as a painter my job is to capture the unique."
"I apologize if I had done anything to annoy or worry you. I am Ragnerious, a pleasure." He reaches out a hand to shake.
“And what makes you think that?”
“Oh yeah, the weirdo who tried to kidnap me.” She takes a few steps back.
"Which part exactly?"
"I didn't try to kidnap you. You wanted to eat at the inn, so I was taking you to the inn. I apologize if you thought I was kidnapping you."
“That my existence is somehow different than the average bystander. It is, but I’d like to know how you knew.”
“Yeah, well if you want to be hospitable, don’t grab people and carry them away. It sends a bad message.”
"Because I have seen creatures without regular life. I am one myself, an immortal, with a sword that absorbs life-force."
"Hmm. I haven't thought of it that way. Most people don't really argue, actually that is more concerning that people don't argue."
“Ah. Well, I’m about 300 years older than I really should be, due to a pair of rings that I stole from a space archdruid.”
Loriche buckles the war pick to her belt. “If it’s an innocent mistake, then I certainly forgive you. But try asking next time you want to escort someone.”
"Now could you explain that as if I weren't three hundred years old, and were in fact only 28."
Rag puts the tree back into the ground and the dirt shifts to cover it back up perfectly "I'll try to, or perhaps I could just make the food and bring it to you, rather than bringing you with me."
“I met a very belligerent druid named Yuberois who dwelt on a small asteroid in the Wildspace system (basically the sky surrounding that world) who was in possession of two rings. One eradicated anything harmful within his body, and one replaced every part of his body that the other ring destroyed with new, healthy parts. This druid was also ceaselessly, horrendously evil. So I stole the rings so he would be weaker and used them myself for some time.”
“I’m good right now, but thanks for offering.”
"Ah I see, so you took from those which you say as evil and used their belongings for you own gain. Interesting." He continues painting as if he never said anything at all.
"Well if you ever need anything from me, just ask." He then takes some branches from the tree and walks away.
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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.
“What about me is so enthralling that you would choose to immortalize me in paint?” He asks.
“Not really. Just… heard a loud sound, and I guess I know what it was.” She gestures to the tree.
"I don't sense that you are alive like all others are, your nature is unique, and as a painter my job is to capture the unique."
"I apologize if I had done anything to annoy or worry you. I am Ragnerious, a pleasure." He reaches out a hand to shake.
“And what makes you think that?”
“Oh yeah, the weirdo who tried to kidnap me.” She takes a few steps back.
"Which part exactly?"
"I didn't try to kidnap you. You wanted to eat at the inn, so I was taking you to the inn. I apologize if you thought I was kidnapping you."
“That my existence is somehow different than the average bystander. It is, but I’d like to know how you knew.”
“Yeah, well if you want to be hospitable, don’t grab people and carry them away. It sends a bad message.”
"Because I have seen creatures without regular life. I am one myself, an immortal, with a sword that absorbs life-force."
"Hmm. I haven't thought of it that way. Most people don't really argue, actually that is more concerning that people don't argue."
“Ah. Well, I’m about 300 years older than I really should be, due to a pair of rings that I stole from a space archdruid.”
Loriche buckles the war pick to her belt. “If it’s an innocent mistake, then I certainly forgive you. But try asking next time you want to escort someone.”
"Now could you explain that as if I weren't three hundred years old, and were in fact only 28."
Rag puts the tree back into the ground and the dirt shifts to cover it back up perfectly "I'll try to, or perhaps I could just make the food and bring it to you, rather than bringing you with me."
“I met a very belligerent druid named Yuberois who dwelt on a small asteroid in the Wildspace system (basically the sky surrounding that world) who was in possession of two rings. One eradicated anything harmful within his body, and one replaced every part of his body that the other ring destroyed with new, healthy parts. This druid was also ceaselessly, horrendously evil. So I stole the rings so he would be weaker and used them myself for some time.”
“I’m good right now, but thanks for offering.”
"Ah I see, so you took from those which you say as evil and used their belongings for you own gain. Interesting." He continues painting as if he never said anything at all.
"Well if you ever need anything from me, just ask." He then takes some branches from the tree and walks away.
“He was feeding hundreds to a bodytaker plant in an attempt to conquer the entire system.” Thirteen comments casually.
“I will.” Loriche turns around and heads back to her camp to finish the blade.
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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.
“What about me is so enthralling that you would choose to immortalize me in paint?” He asks.
“Not really. Just… heard a loud sound, and I guess I know what it was.” She gestures to the tree.
"I don't sense that you are alive like all others are, your nature is unique, and as a painter my job is to capture the unique."
"I apologize if I had done anything to annoy or worry you. I am Ragnerious, a pleasure." He reaches out a hand to shake.
“And what makes you think that?”
“Oh yeah, the weirdo who tried to kidnap me.” She takes a few steps back.
"Which part exactly?"
"I didn't try to kidnap you. You wanted to eat at the inn, so I was taking you to the inn. I apologize if you thought I was kidnapping you."
“That my existence is somehow different than the average bystander. It is, but I’d like to know how you knew.”
“Yeah, well if you want to be hospitable, don’t grab people and carry them away. It sends a bad message.”
"Because I have seen creatures without regular life. I am one myself, an immortal, with a sword that absorbs life-force."
"Hmm. I haven't thought of it that way. Most people don't really argue, actually that is more concerning that people don't argue."
“Ah. Well, I’m about 300 years older than I really should be, due to a pair of rings that I stole from a space archdruid.”
Loriche buckles the war pick to her belt. “If it’s an innocent mistake, then I certainly forgive you. But try asking next time you want to escort someone.”
"Now could you explain that as if I weren't three hundred years old, and were in fact only 28."
Rag puts the tree back into the ground and the dirt shifts to cover it back up perfectly "I'll try to, or perhaps I could just make the food and bring it to you, rather than bringing you with me."
“I met a very belligerent druid named Yuberois who dwelt on a small asteroid in the Wildspace system (basically the sky surrounding that world) who was in possession of two rings. One eradicated anything harmful within his body, and one replaced every part of his body that the other ring destroyed with new, healthy parts. This druid was also ceaselessly, horrendously evil. So I stole the rings so he would be weaker and used them myself for some time.”
“I’m good right now, but thanks for offering.”
"Ah I see, so you took from those which you say as evil and used their belongings for you own gain. Interesting." He continues painting as if he never said anything at all.
"Well if you ever need anything from me, just ask." He then takes some branches from the tree and walks away.
“He was feeding hundreds to a bodytaker plant in an attempt to conquer the entire system.” Thirteen comments casually.
“I will.” Loriche turns around and heads back to her camp to finish the blade.
"Ah of course. Everything has a reason." He says nodding as he paints "Although I have no reason to believe anything you're saying, as you have no reason to prove yourself."
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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.
“What about me is so enthralling that you would choose to immortalize me in paint?” He asks.
“Not really. Just… heard a loud sound, and I guess I know what it was.” She gestures to the tree.
"I don't sense that you are alive like all others are, your nature is unique, and as a painter my job is to capture the unique."
"I apologize if I had done anything to annoy or worry you. I am Ragnerious, a pleasure." He reaches out a hand to shake.
“And what makes you think that?”
“Oh yeah, the weirdo who tried to kidnap me.” She takes a few steps back.
"Which part exactly?"
"I didn't try to kidnap you. You wanted to eat at the inn, so I was taking you to the inn. I apologize if you thought I was kidnapping you."
“That my existence is somehow different than the average bystander. It is, but I’d like to know how you knew.”
“Yeah, well if you want to be hospitable, don’t grab people and carry them away. It sends a bad message.”
"Because I have seen creatures without regular life. I am one myself, an immortal, with a sword that absorbs life-force."
"Hmm. I haven't thought of it that way. Most people don't really argue, actually that is more concerning that people don't argue."
“Ah. Well, I’m about 300 years older than I really should be, due to a pair of rings that I stole from a space archdruid.”
Loriche buckles the war pick to her belt. “If it’s an innocent mistake, then I certainly forgive you. But try asking next time you want to escort someone.”
"Now could you explain that as if I weren't three hundred years old, and were in fact only 28."
Rag puts the tree back into the ground and the dirt shifts to cover it back up perfectly "I'll try to, or perhaps I could just make the food and bring it to you, rather than bringing you with me."
“I met a very belligerent druid named Yuberois who dwelt on a small asteroid in the Wildspace system (basically the sky surrounding that world) who was in possession of two rings. One eradicated anything harmful within his body, and one replaced every part of his body that the other ring destroyed with new, healthy parts. This druid was also ceaselessly, horrendously evil. So I stole the rings so he would be weaker and used them myself for some time.”
“I’m good right now, but thanks for offering.”
"Ah I see, so you took from those which you say as evil and used their belongings for you own gain. Interesting." He continues painting as if he never said anything at all.
"Well if you ever need anything from me, just ask." He then takes some branches from the tree and walks away.
“He was feeding hundreds to a bodytaker plant in an attempt to conquer the entire system.” Thirteen comments casually.
“I will.” Loriche turns around and heads back to her camp to finish the blade.
"Ah of course. Everything has a reason." He says nodding as he paints "Although I have no reason to believe anything you're saying, as you have no reason to prove yourself."
“That’s fair.” Thirteen returns to his original form.
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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 human wearing a strange Oni mask is painting Thirteen, death energy swirling around him.
A man that looks like an Emperian is walking around the forest, a giant alabaster skinned muscular figure just walking around.
Thirteen looks up, raising an eyebrow.
Loriche continues folding the tamagahane, focused on her work.
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 sees the man painting sharply, moving like a swordsman, the death energy coming from his blade at his side.
The giant grabs a tree and begins to pull, the roots popping out of the ground as he pulls, the noise very very loud.
Casually, Thirteen casts disguise self, turning into a brown-feathered kenku.
Loriche’s head snaps up. She looks at the almost-finished blade, as though apologizing for having to leave, then grabs her war pick and heads in that direction.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The man turns his head, speaking with a Japanese accent “That is strange.” He then grabs another canvas and continues painting.
The man shoulders the tree and when he sees Loriche he looks down, his voice calm “Excuse me? Do you need anything at all?”
“What about me is so enthralling that you would choose to immortalize me in paint?” He asks.
“Not really. Just… heard a loud sound, and I guess I know what it was.” She gestures to the tree.
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 don't sense that you are alive like all others are, your nature is unique, and as a painter my job is to capture the unique."
"I apologize if I had done anything to annoy or worry you. I am Ragnerious, a pleasure." He reaches out a hand to shake.
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
“And what makes you think that?”
“Oh yeah, the weirdo who tried to kidnap me.” She takes a few steps back.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Which part exactly?"
"I didn't try to kidnap you. You wanted to eat at the inn, so I was taking you to the inn. I apologize if you thought I was kidnapping you."
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
“That my existence is somehow different than the average bystander. It is, but I’d like to know how you knew.”
“Yeah, well if you want to be hospitable, don’t grab people and carry them away. It sends a bad message.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Because I have seen creatures without regular life. I am one myself, an immortal, with a sword that absorbs life-force."
"Hmm. I haven't thought of it that way. Most people don't really argue, actually that is more concerning that people don't argue."
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
“Ah. Well, I’m about 300 years older than I really should be, due to a pair of rings that I stole from a space archdruid.”
Loriche buckles the war pick to her belt. “If it’s an innocent mistake, then I certainly forgive you. But try asking next time you want to escort someone.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Now could you explain that as if I weren't three hundred years old, and were in fact only 28."
Rag puts the tree back into the ground and the dirt shifts to cover it back up perfectly "I'll try to, or perhaps I could just make the food and bring it to you, rather than bringing you with me."
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
“I met a very belligerent druid named Yuberois who dwelt on a small asteroid in the Wildspace system (basically the sky surrounding that world) who was in possession of two rings. One eradicated anything harmful within his body, and one replaced every part of his body that the other ring destroyed with new, healthy parts. This druid was also ceaselessly, horrendously evil. So I stole the rings so he would be weaker and used them myself for some time.”
“I’m good right now, but thanks for offering.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Ah I see, so you took from those which you say as evil and used their belongings for you own gain. Interesting." He continues painting as if he never said anything at all.
"Well if you ever need anything from me, just ask." He then takes some branches from the tree and walks away.
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
*[Becomes a feral moose]*
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 was feeding hundreds to a bodytaker plant in an attempt to conquer the entire system.” Thirteen comments casually.
“I will.” Loriche turns around and heads back to her camp to finish the blade.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Ah of course. Everything has a reason." He says nodding as he paints "Although I have no reason to believe anything you're saying, as you have no reason to prove yourself."
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
“That’s fair.” Thirteen returns to his original form.
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 grabs the original canvas and goes back to painting, slower than before.
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