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#66090 Aug 8, 2024
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The Crusader is still bleeding out in the Lord's Rest Inn, unconscious from lack of blood and generally just being tired after all his friend died the previous day. His blade stuck in the ground while he sleeps at one of the tables.

Rag is working in the kitchen, enjoying life.

Damian is drinking less than he did before, but still very much drinking a lot, although the tears have stopped. He's talking with his angelic friend with two pairs of wings, talking about what they can do.

*If anyone wants to RP.*

A Tielfing, about 5'6, walks past Damian. She has deep sky blue skin that is marked with white splotches. Her crystal purple-blue eyes are focused on a large tome in her hands.She has long, fluffy white hair and curled ram-like horns that tuck under her pointed ears. He long, diamond shaped tail flicks back and forth against the floor as multiple dogs follow at her heels. They whine and bark, collars made of tooled leather around their necks.

Damian puts down his bottle, cleans himself off, slicks back his hair, and stands up. He takes a deep breath, In and Out, before he walks over to her. He smirks at her "Hello to you, I've never seen anyone like-" and then he immediately bursts into tears, holding his head and looking down at the table, sighing "I can't do this, there's no point to doing anything like this anymore." He looks back up and wipes away the tears "I'm sorry."

She blinks and tilts her head "Oh dear, are you okay?" She asks, patting him on the shoulder.

He sighs and shakes his head "No, I'm not. I tried, but I can't do this anymore." He looks so bad, he's been doing so terribly these past few days.

She gives him a worried look. She sits him down on the sofa before conjuring a cup of tea in her hands and gives it to him. It smells of mint and cranberry. "What is your distress about?" She asked, one of her dogs jumping up on the sofa and snuggling against Damian.

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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
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*Hoiiii*
*How goes folks*

*Having a moment.*

*Aw i'm sorry, whats wrong? :<*

*[Sobs while standing in the sunlight with the glittery wings]*

*[Hug] who hurt ya, i'll commit a war crime.*
*Also, pretty*

*I want to sleep but I can't lol. I need to fight my insomnia.*

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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
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*Hoiiii*
*How goes folks*

*Having a moment.*

*Aw i'm sorry, whats wrong? :<*

*[Sobs while standing in the sunlight with the glittery wings]*

*[Hug] who hurt ya, i'll commit a war crime.*
*Also, pretty*

*I want to sleep but I can't lol. I need to fight my insomnia.*

*Aw, i understand. I have weeks where my sleep schedules all messed up*

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The Crusader is still bleeding out in the Lord's Rest Inn, unconscious from lack of blood and generally just being tired after all his friend died the previous day. His blade stuck in the ground while he sleeps at one of the tables.

Rag is working in the kitchen, enjoying life.

Damian is drinking less than he did before, but still very much drinking a lot, although the tears have stopped. He's talking with his angelic friend with two pairs of wings, talking about what they can do.

*If anyone wants to RP.*

A Tielfing, about 5'6, walks past Damian. She has deep sky blue skin that is marked with white splotches. Her crystal purple-blue eyes are focused on a large tome in her hands.She has long, fluffy white hair and curled ram-like horns that tuck under her pointed ears. He long, diamond shaped tail flicks back and forth against the floor as multiple dogs follow at her heels. They whine and bark, collars made of tooled leather around their necks.

Damian puts down his bottle, cleans himself off, slicks back his hair, and stands up. He takes a deep breath, In and Out, before he walks over to her. He smirks at her "Hello to you, I've never seen anyone like-" and then he immediately bursts into tears, holding his head and looking down at the table, sighing "I can't do this, there's no point to doing anything like this anymore." He looks back up and wipes away the tears "I'm sorry."

She blinks and tilts her head "Oh dear, are you okay?" She asks, patting him on the shoulder.

He sighs and shakes his head "No, I'm not. I tried, but I can't do this anymore." He looks so bad, he's been doing so terribly these past few days.

She gives him a worried look. She sits him down on the sofa before conjuring a cup of tea in her hands and gives it to him. It smells of mint and cranberry. "What is your distress about?" She asked, one of her dogs jumping up on the sofa and snuggling against Damian.

He pets the dog, sighing and taking some deep breaths "I'm going to die, I know when and there is nothing I can do about it." He's obviously very unstable and shaky "I've lived without a fear of death, but now that I'm here I don't know what to do."

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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.

Etiam im librum scribo
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*Hoiiii*
*How goes folks*

*Having a moment.*

*Aw i'm sorry, whats wrong? :<*

*[Sobs while standing in the sunlight with the glittery wings]*

*[Hug] who hurt ya, i'll commit a war crime.*
*Also, pretty*

*I want to sleep but I can't lol. I need to fight my insomnia.*

*Aw, i understand. I have weeks where my sleep schedules all messed up*

*I am going to fight my sleep deprivation monster.*

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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
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The Crusader is still bleeding out in the Lord's Rest Inn, unconscious from lack of blood and generally just being tired after all his friend died the previous day. His blade stuck in the ground while he sleeps at one of the tables.

Rag is working in the kitchen, enjoying life.

Damian is drinking less than he did before, but still very much drinking a lot, although the tears have stopped. He's talking with his angelic friend with two pairs of wings, talking about what they can do.

*If anyone wants to RP.*

A Tielfing, about 5'6, walks past Damian. She has deep sky blue skin that is marked with white splotches. Her crystal purple-blue eyes are focused on a large tome in her hands.She has long, fluffy white hair and curled ram-like horns that tuck under her pointed ears. He long, diamond shaped tail flicks back and forth against the floor as multiple dogs follow at her heels. They whine and bark, collars made of tooled leather around their necks.

Damian puts down his bottle, cleans himself off, slicks back his hair, and stands up. He takes a deep breath, In and Out, before he walks over to her. He smirks at her "Hello to you, I've never seen anyone like-" and then he immediately bursts into tears, holding his head and looking down at the table, sighing "I can't do this, there's no point to doing anything like this anymore." He looks back up and wipes away the tears "I'm sorry."

She blinks and tilts her head "Oh dear, are you okay?" She asks, patting him on the shoulder.

He sighs and shakes his head "No, I'm not. I tried, but I can't do this anymore." He looks so bad, he's been doing so terribly these past few days.

She gives him a worried look. She sits him down on the sofa before conjuring a cup of tea in her hands and gives it to him. It smells of mint and cranberry. "What is your distress about?" She asked, one of her dogs jumping up on the sofa and snuggling against Damian.

He pets the dog, sighing and taking some deep breaths "I'm going to die, I know when and there is nothing I can do about it." He's obviously very unstable and shaky "I've lived without a fear of death, but now that I'm here I don't know what to do."

She gives him a look of sympathy "There is no greater fear then knowing you are to die but not knowing when said death will arrive. I am so sorry." She said, her ears drooping "I could try and help you if you want but, the way you put it, it sounds like you've tried to cure it and failed.."

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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
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The Crusader is still bleeding out in the Lord's Rest Inn, unconscious from lack of blood and generally just being tired after all his friend died the previous day. His blade stuck in the ground while he sleeps at one of the tables.

Rag is working in the kitchen, enjoying life.

Damian is drinking less than he did before, but still very much drinking a lot, although the tears have stopped. He's talking with his angelic friend with two pairs of wings, talking about what they can do.

*If anyone wants to RP.*

A Tielfing, about 5'6, walks past Damian. She has deep sky blue skin that is marked with white splotches. Her crystal purple-blue eyes are focused on a large tome in her hands.She has long, fluffy white hair and curled ram-like horns that tuck under her pointed ears. He long, diamond shaped tail flicks back and forth against the floor as multiple dogs follow at her heels. They whine and bark, collars made of tooled leather around their necks.

Damian puts down his bottle, cleans himself off, slicks back his hair, and stands up. He takes a deep breath, In and Out, before he walks over to her. He smirks at her "Hello to you, I've never seen anyone like-" and then he immediately bursts into tears, holding his head and looking down at the table, sighing "I can't do this, there's no point to doing anything like this anymore." He looks back up and wipes away the tears "I'm sorry."

She blinks and tilts her head "Oh dear, are you okay?" She asks, patting him on the shoulder.

He sighs and shakes his head "No, I'm not. I tried, but I can't do this anymore." He looks so bad, he's been doing so terribly these past few days.

She gives him a worried look. She sits him down on the sofa before conjuring a cup of tea in her hands and gives it to him. It smells of mint and cranberry. "What is your distress about?" She asked, one of her dogs jumping up on the sofa and snuggling against Damian.

He pets the dog, sighing and taking some deep breaths "I'm going to die, I know when and there is nothing I can do about it." He's obviously very unstable and shaky "I've lived without a fear of death, but now that I'm here I don't know what to do."

She gives him a look of sympathy "There is no greater fear then knowing you are to die but not knowing when said death will arrive. I am so sorry." She said, her ears drooping "I could try and help you if you want but, the way you put it, it sounds like you've tried to cure it and failed.."

He nods and then gives a bit of a sad smile "Things have never worked when I needed them to. Haha." He rubs the back of his head "Maybe I should just enjoy the rest of my life, and that means." He cracks his neck and puts his facade back on "A pleasure to meet you lovely. I am Damian." His piercing grey eyes looking into her soul.

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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.

Etiam im librum scribo
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*Hoiiii*
*How goes folks*

*Having a moment.*

*Aw i'm sorry, whats wrong? :<*

*[Sobs while standing in the sunlight with the glittery wings]*

*[Hug] who hurt ya, i'll commit a war crime.*
*Also, pretty*

*I want to sleep but I can't lol. I need to fight my insomnia.*

*Aw, i understand. I have weeks where my sleep schedules all messed up*

*I am going to fight my sleep deprivation monster.*

*You have my sword. And like, fists and such*

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The Crusader is still bleeding out in the Lord's Rest Inn, unconscious from lack of blood and generally just being tired after all his friend died the previous day. His blade stuck in the ground while he sleeps at one of the tables.

Rag is working in the kitchen, enjoying life.

Damian is drinking less than he did before, but still very much drinking a lot, although the tears have stopped. He's talking with his angelic friend with two pairs of wings, talking about what they can do.

*If anyone wants to RP.*

A Tielfing, about 5'6, walks past Damian. She has deep sky blue skin that is marked with white splotches. Her crystal purple-blue eyes are focused on a large tome in her hands.She has long, fluffy white hair and curled ram-like horns that tuck under her pointed ears. He long, diamond shaped tail flicks back and forth against the floor as multiple dogs follow at her heels. They whine and bark, collars made of tooled leather around their necks.

Damian puts down his bottle, cleans himself off, slicks back his hair, and stands up. He takes a deep breath, In and Out, before he walks over to her. He smirks at her "Hello to you, I've never seen anyone like-" and then he immediately bursts into tears, holding his head and looking down at the table, sighing "I can't do this, there's no point to doing anything like this anymore." He looks back up and wipes away the tears "I'm sorry."

She blinks and tilts her head "Oh dear, are you okay?" She asks, patting him on the shoulder.

He sighs and shakes his head "No, I'm not. I tried, but I can't do this anymore." He looks so bad, he's been doing so terribly these past few days.

She gives him a worried look. She sits him down on the sofa before conjuring a cup of tea in her hands and gives it to him. It smells of mint and cranberry. "What is your distress about?" She asked, one of her dogs jumping up on the sofa and snuggling against Damian.

He pets the dog, sighing and taking some deep breaths "I'm going to die, I know when and there is nothing I can do about it." He's obviously very unstable and shaky "I've lived without a fear of death, but now that I'm here I don't know what to do."

She gives him a look of sympathy "There is no greater fear then knowing you are to die but not knowing when said death will arrive. I am so sorry." She said, her ears drooping "I could try and help you if you want but, the way you put it, it sounds like you've tried to cure it and failed.."

He nods and then gives a bit of a sad smile "Things have never worked when I needed them to. Haha." He rubs the back of his head "Maybe I should just enjoy the rest of my life, and that means." He cracks his neck and puts his facade back on "A pleasure to meet you lovely. I am Damian." His piercing grey eyes looking into her soul.

She watches him carefully, her eyebrow raising "Honey, it's nice of you but I am over 500 years old and married." She pats him on the shoulder "My name is Lore though, I still hope I can help you."

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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
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*Hoiiii*
*How goes folks*

*Having a moment.*

*Aw i'm sorry, whats wrong? :<*

*[Sobs while standing in the sunlight with the glittery wings]*

*[Hug] who hurt ya, i'll commit a war crime.*
*Also, pretty*

*I want to sleep but I can't lol. I need to fight my insomnia.*

*Aw, i understand. I have weeks where my sleep schedules all messed up*

*I am going to fight my sleep deprivation monster.*

*You have my sword. And like, fists and such*

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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
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Tycho is milling about town, enjoying the morning

The human i introed a little back is trying to trade for food

Lore watches the human before walking over and depositing a small bag of gold coins in their hands.

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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
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The Crusader is still bleeding out in the Lord's Rest Inn, unconscious from lack of blood and generally just being tired after all his friend died the previous day. His blade stuck in the ground while he sleeps at one of the tables.

Rag is working in the kitchen, enjoying life.

Damian is drinking less than he did before, but still very much drinking a lot, although the tears have stopped. He's talking with his angelic friend with two pairs of wings, talking about what they can do.

*If anyone wants to RP.*

A Tielfing, about 5'6, walks past Damian. She has deep sky blue skin that is marked with white splotches. Her crystal purple-blue eyes are focused on a large tome in her hands.She has long, fluffy white hair and curled ram-like horns that tuck under her pointed ears. He long, diamond shaped tail flicks back and forth against the floor as multiple dogs follow at her heels. They whine and bark, collars made of tooled leather around their necks.

Damian puts down his bottle, cleans himself off, slicks back his hair, and stands up. He takes a deep breath, In and Out, before he walks over to her. He smirks at her "Hello to you, I've never seen anyone like-" and then he immediately bursts into tears, holding his head and looking down at the table, sighing "I can't do this, there's no point to doing anything like this anymore." He looks back up and wipes away the tears "I'm sorry."

She blinks and tilts her head "Oh dear, are you okay?" She asks, patting him on the shoulder.

He sighs and shakes his head "No, I'm not. I tried, but I can't do this anymore." He looks so bad, he's been doing so terribly these past few days.

She gives him a worried look. She sits him down on the sofa before conjuring a cup of tea in her hands and gives it to him. It smells of mint and cranberry. "What is your distress about?" She asked, one of her dogs jumping up on the sofa and snuggling against Damian.

He pets the dog, sighing and taking some deep breaths "I'm going to die, I know when and there is nothing I can do about it." He's obviously very unstable and shaky "I've lived without a fear of death, but now that I'm here I don't know what to do."

She gives him a look of sympathy "There is no greater fear then knowing you are to die but not knowing when said death will arrive. I am so sorry." She said, her ears drooping "I could try and help you if you want but, the way you put it, it sounds like you've tried to cure it and failed.."

He nods and then gives a bit of a sad smile "Things have never worked when I needed them to. Haha." He rubs the back of his head "Maybe I should just enjoy the rest of my life, and that means." He cracks his neck and puts his facade back on "A pleasure to meet you lovely. I am Damian." His piercing grey eyes looking into her soul.

She watches him carefully, her eyebrow raising "Honey, it's nice of you but I am over 500 years old and married." She pats him on the shoulder "My name is Lore though, I still hope I can help you."

He grins and laughs "Another swing and a miss. One of these days I'll get one for my own." His horns become enveloped in flames "Nice to meet you Lore. You don't need to help me with anything."

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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.

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The human i introed a little back is trying to trade for food

Ragnerious places a bowl of stew at their feet "You are very much welcome."

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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.

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#66104 Aug 8, 2024
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Tycho is milling about town, enjoying the morning

The human i introed a little back is trying to trade for food

Lore watches the human before walking over and depositing a small bag of gold coins in their hands.

he looks up at her through the rims of his cracked spectacles, "T-thank you?"

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The Crusader is still bleeding out in the Lord's Rest Inn, unconscious from lack of blood and generally just being tired after all his friend died the previous day. His blade stuck in the ground while he sleeps at one of the tables.

Rag is working in the kitchen, enjoying life.

Damian is drinking less than he did before, but still very much drinking a lot, although the tears have stopped. He's talking with his angelic friend with two pairs of wings, talking about what they can do.

*If anyone wants to RP.*

A Tielfing, about 5'6, walks past Damian. She has deep sky blue skin that is marked with white splotches. Her crystal purple-blue eyes are focused on a large tome in her hands.She has long, fluffy white hair and curled ram-like horns that tuck under her pointed ears. He long, diamond shaped tail flicks back and forth against the floor as multiple dogs follow at her heels. They whine and bark, collars made of tooled leather around their necks.

Damian puts down his bottle, cleans himself off, slicks back his hair, and stands up. He takes a deep breath, In and Out, before he walks over to her. He smirks at her "Hello to you, I've never seen anyone like-" and then he immediately bursts into tears, holding his head and looking down at the table, sighing "I can't do this, there's no point to doing anything like this anymore." He looks back up and wipes away the tears "I'm sorry."

She blinks and tilts her head "Oh dear, are you okay?" She asks, patting him on the shoulder.

He sighs and shakes his head "No, I'm not. I tried, but I can't do this anymore." He looks so bad, he's been doing so terribly these past few days.

She gives him a worried look. She sits him down on the sofa before conjuring a cup of tea in her hands and gives it to him. It smells of mint and cranberry. "What is your distress about?" She asked, one of her dogs jumping up on the sofa and snuggling against Damian.

He pets the dog, sighing and taking some deep breaths "I'm going to die, I know when and there is nothing I can do about it." He's obviously very unstable and shaky "I've lived without a fear of death, but now that I'm here I don't know what to do."

She gives him a look of sympathy "There is no greater fear then knowing you are to die but not knowing when said death will arrive. I am so sorry." She said, her ears drooping "I could try and help you if you want but, the way you put it, it sounds like you've tried to cure it and failed.."

He nods and then gives a bit of a sad smile "Things have never worked when I needed them to. Haha." He rubs the back of his head "Maybe I should just enjoy the rest of my life, and that means." He cracks his neck and puts his facade back on "A pleasure to meet you lovely. I am Damian." His piercing grey eyes looking into her soul.

She watches him carefully, her eyebrow raising "Honey, it's nice of you but I am over 500 years old and married." She pats him on the shoulder "My name is Lore though, I still hope I can help you."

He grins and laughs "Another swing and a miss. One of these days I'll get one for my own." His horns become enveloped in flames "Nice to meet you Lore. You don't need to help me with anything."

"I want to." She said, tilting her head.

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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
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Tycho is milling about town, enjoying the morning

The human i introed a little back is trying to trade for food

Lore watches the human before walking over and depositing a small bag of gold coins in their hands.

he looks up at her through the rims of his cracked spectacles, "T-thank you?"

She smiles "I hope it helps.*

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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
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"I want to." She said, tilting her head.

"But I don't want to bring anyone who doesn't need to be in my problems into them." He get up "Do you like fresh fruit?"

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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.

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The human i introed a little back is trying to trade for food

Ragnerious places a bowl of stew at their feet "You are very much welcome."

He picks up the bowl carefully, nodding softly

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*Characters while i'm here*

Tycho is milling about town, enjoying the morning

The human i introed a little back is trying to trade for food

Lore watches the human before walking over and depositing a small bag of gold coins in their hands.

he looks up at her through the rims of his cracked spectacles, "T-thank you?"

She smiles "I hope it helps.*

He offers a soft strained smile back, "I-it will"

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