The Red Plate has gotten a strange reservation request through the mail. Every seat in the building has been requested, and every dish available all sent to one table with specific times requested, written so that William would have just enough time to plate the dishes nicely and deliver them. It came with several black sapphires with an "S" carved into them, and a note reading "Perhaps you can earn one of my stars this time."
William looked at the stones, eyes narrowed. If someone has enough jewels and gold to reserve every seat and buy everything up, then it was someone powerful.
He cracked his neck, stretching. He would have to prepare some fresh meat, not the [GP] frozen stuff he held in the freezer.
His fingers grew into bony claws. His face twisting and contorting into a fanged muzzle. Horns sprouted from his head, branching off in every which direction like a tree. His back legs and arms grew into those of a powerful rotting beast.
If anyone pays attention to the scent in the air, it smells of fear, blood, and oregano. William is currently dicing up fresh oregano in his kitchen while a body of a rather horrible man is hung on a meat hook a few feet away. William seems to be talking to him as he dices the herb. The man seems barely conscious, already lost a lot of blood.
Donn is sitting outside, in the trees watching the people of the town from it. He holds a golden pipe in one hand, curling smoke bring exhaled from his maw. His tails flick back and forth quietly
Mauric is in the shallow woods right behind the Red Plate, looking for something.
William heard the branches moving and immediately is on alert. He washed his hands, turning to the man "Wait here." He says, the horrific irony behind it.
He disappears out the back door, holding his meat cleaver in one hand.
Mauric’s ears prick up and he hides quickly. Stealth: 18
He lifted his head, smelling the air. (Perception: 15)
The Red Plate has gotten a strange reservation request through the mail. Every seat in the building has been requested, and every dish available all sent to one table with specific times requested, written so that William would have just enough time to plate the dishes nicely and deliver them. It came with several black sapphires with an "S" carved into them, and a note reading "Perhaps you can earn one of my stars this time."
William looked at the stones, eyes narrowed. If someone has enough jewels and gold to reserve every seat and buy everything up, then it was someone powerful.
He cracked his neck, stretching. He would have to prepare some fresh meat, not the [GP] frozen stuff he held in the freezer.
His fingers grew into bony claws. His face twisting and contorting into a fanged muzzle. Horns sprouted from his head, branching off in every which direction like a tree. His back legs and arms grew into those of a powerful rotting beast.
If anyone pays attention to the scent in the air, it smells of fear, blood, and oregano. William is currently dicing up fresh oregano in his kitchen while a body of a rather horrible man is hung on a meat hook a few feet away. William seems to be talking to him as he dices the herb. The man seems barely conscious, already lost a lot of blood.
Donn is sitting outside, in the trees watching the people of the town from it. He holds a golden pipe in one hand, curling smoke bring exhaled from his maw. His tails flick back and forth quietly
Mauric is in the shallow woods right behind the Red Plate, looking for something.
William heard the branches moving and immediately is on alert. He washed his hands, turning to the man "Wait here." He says, the horrific irony behind it.
He disappears out the back door, holding his meat cleaver in one hand.
Mauric’s ears prick up and he hides quickly. Stealth: 18
He lifted his head, smelling the air. (Perception: 17)
Mauric remains hidden. He lets out a quiet sigh of relief.
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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.
The Red Plate has gotten a strange reservation request through the mail. Every seat in the building has been requested, and every dish available all sent to one table with specific times requested, written so that William would have just enough time to plate the dishes nicely and deliver them. It came with several black sapphires with an "S" carved into them, and a note reading "Perhaps you can earn one of my stars this time."
William looked at the stones, eyes narrowed. If someone has enough jewels and gold to reserve every seat and buy everything up, then it was someone powerful.
He cracked his neck, stretching. He would have to prepare some fresh meat, not the [GP] frozen stuff he held in the freezer.
His fingers grew into bony claws. His face twisting and contorting into a fanged muzzle. Horns sprouted from his head, branching off in every which direction like a tree. His back legs and arms grew into those of a powerful rotting beast.
If anyone pays attention to the scent in the air, it smells of fear, blood, and oregano. William is currently dicing up fresh oregano in his kitchen while a body of a rather horrible man is hung on a meat hook a few feet away. William seems to be talking to him as he dices the herb. The man seems barely conscious, already lost a lot of blood.
Donn is sitting outside, in the trees watching the people of the town from it. He holds a golden pipe in one hand, curling smoke bring exhaled from his maw. His tails flick back and forth quietly
Mauric is in the shallow woods right behind the Red Plate, looking for something.
William heard the branches moving and immediately is on alert. He washed his hands, turning to the man "Wait here." He says, the horrific irony behind it.
He disappears out the back door, holding his meat cleaver in one hand.
Mauric’s ears prick up and he hides quickly. Stealth: 18
He lifted his head, smelling the air. (Perception: 17)
Mauric remains hidden. He lets out a quiet sigh of relief.
[I just edited it that his passive is 19 but I'll let it slide since you already posted]
He stands still, his ears turned in to the nature around him. The chirp of the crickets, the sounds of the birds, the rustle of the leaves. "I know you are here..." He murmured.
"What's wrong?" The man chuckles. "Don't remember me? Well, no matter. You haven't been paid to remember faces, amirite?" He laughs. "Now, I had some lesser critics draft the order, so don't feel like you have to do it any particular order. You're in charge, after all." He stares at the wall. "Fine specimens you've got. I'm sure they'll be simply superb, eh?" He chuckles again.
The jolly humanoid enters, then holds the door for William to enter behind him.
"No. I do remember you." He said "But I was not expecting another visit so soon." He walked in beside him, hands clasped behind his back "It will all be brought out to you in the traditional meal style. Appetizers, salads, soup, the main course, and then desert." He replied and then stared at the wall "It is a he, he decided that is was better to take a woman's life after using her than to not do it at all. He will be a bit sour, like vinegar, but nothing I haven't worked with before."
Sytosc's black grin widens. "I expect nothing less than a show-stopper! And money is no object!" He spins and points at William. "I've got enough sapphires to buy a small country at this point."
He sits down on one of the chairs, the one pointed out by the reservation.
The Red Plate has gotten a strange reservation request through the mail. Every seat in the building has been requested, and every dish available all sent to one table with specific times requested, written so that William would have just enough time to plate the dishes nicely and deliver them. It came with several black sapphires with an "S" carved into them, and a note reading "Perhaps you can earn one of my stars this time."
William looked at the stones, eyes narrowed. If someone has enough jewels and gold to reserve every seat and buy everything up, then it was someone powerful.
He cracked his neck, stretching. He would have to prepare some fresh meat, not the [GP] frozen stuff he held in the freezer.
His fingers grew into bony claws. His face twisting and contorting into a fanged muzzle. Horns sprouted from his head, branching off in every which direction like a tree. His back legs and arms grew into those of a powerful rotting beast.
If anyone pays attention to the scent in the air, it smells of fear, blood, and oregano. William is currently dicing up fresh oregano in his kitchen while a body of a rather horrible man is hung on a meat hook a few feet away. William seems to be talking to him as he dices the herb. The man seems barely conscious, already lost a lot of blood.
Donn is sitting outside, in the trees watching the people of the town from it. He holds a golden pipe in one hand, curling smoke bring exhaled from his maw. His tails flick back and forth quietly
Mauric is in the shallow woods right behind the Red Plate, looking for something.
William heard the branches moving and immediately is on alert. He washed his hands, turning to the man "Wait here." He says, the horrific irony behind it.
He disappears out the back door, holding his meat cleaver in one hand.
Mauric’s ears prick up and he hides quickly. Stealth: 18
He lifted his head, smelling the air. (Perception: 17)
Mauric remains hidden. He lets out a quiet sigh of relief.
[I just edited it that his passive is 19 but I'll let it slide since you already posted]
He stands still, his ears turned in to the nature around him. The chirp of the crickets, the sounds of the birds, the rustle of the leaves. "I know you are here..." He murmured.
Mauric hears William’s voice and stands up quickly. “It’s just me. Haven’t seen you in a while.”
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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's wrong?" The man chuckles. "Don't remember me? Well, no matter. You haven't been paid to remember faces, amirite?" He laughs. "Now, I had some lesser critics draft the order, so don't feel like you have to do it any particular order. You're in charge, after all." He stares at the wall. "Fine specimens you've got. I'm sure they'll be simply superb, eh?" He chuckles again.
The jolly humanoid enters, then holds the door for William to enter behind him.
"No. I do remember you." He said "But I was not expecting another visit so soon." He walked in beside him, hands clasped behind his back "It will all be brought out to you in the traditional meal style. Appetizers, salads, soup, the main course, and then desert." He replied and then stared at the wall "It is a he, he decided that is was better to take a woman's life after using her than to not do it at all. He will be a bit sour, like vinegar, but nothing I haven't worked with before."
Sytosc's black grin widens. "I expect nothing less than a show-stopper! And money is no object!" He spins and points at William. "I've got enough sapphires to buy a small country at this point."
He sits down on one of the chairs, the one pointed out by the reservation.
*I gotta go pretty soon.*
*Okie dokie, I'll post and we can continue this tomorrow.*
"I saw from what you already sent me." He said and walked over to a shelf and produced a bottle of Rosé. He pours him a glass and sets it down. "This should start you off, I will bring out the appetizers."
The Red Plate has gotten a strange reservation request through the mail. Every seat in the building has been requested, and every dish available all sent to one table with specific times requested, written so that William would have just enough time to plate the dishes nicely and deliver them. It came with several black sapphires with an "S" carved into them, and a note reading "Perhaps you can earn one of my stars this time."
William looked at the stones, eyes narrowed. If someone has enough jewels and gold to reserve every seat and buy everything up, then it was someone powerful.
He cracked his neck, stretching. He would have to prepare some fresh meat, not the [GP] frozen stuff he held in the freezer.
His fingers grew into bony claws. His face twisting and contorting into a fanged muzzle. Horns sprouted from his head, branching off in every which direction like a tree. His back legs and arms grew into those of a powerful rotting beast.
If anyone pays attention to the scent in the air, it smells of fear, blood, and oregano. William is currently dicing up fresh oregano in his kitchen while a body of a rather horrible man is hung on a meat hook a few feet away. William seems to be talking to him as he dices the herb. The man seems barely conscious, already lost a lot of blood.
Donn is sitting outside, in the trees watching the people of the town from it. He holds a golden pipe in one hand, curling smoke bring exhaled from his maw. His tails flick back and forth quietly
Mauric is in the shallow woods right behind the Red Plate, looking for something.
William heard the branches moving and immediately is on alert. He washed his hands, turning to the man "Wait here." He says, the horrific irony behind it.
He disappears out the back door, holding his meat cleaver in one hand.
Mauric’s ears prick up and he hides quickly. Stealth: 18
He lifted his head, smelling the air. (Perception: 17)
Mauric remains hidden. He lets out a quiet sigh of relief.
[I just edited it that his passive is 19 but I'll let it slide since you already posted]
He stands still, his ears turned in to the nature around him. The chirp of the crickets, the sounds of the birds, the rustle of the leaves. "I know you are here..." He murmured.
Mauric hears William’s voice and stands up quickly. “It’s just me. Haven’t seen you in a while.”
"You." He grumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose as he wills his instincts to calm down rather than devour "What are you doing out here... Again?"
The Red Plate has gotten a strange reservation request through the mail. Every seat in the building has been requested, and every dish available all sent to one table with specific times requested, written so that William would have just enough time to plate the dishes nicely and deliver them. It came with several black sapphires with an "S" carved into them, and a note reading "Perhaps you can earn one of my stars this time."
William looked at the stones, eyes narrowed. If someone has enough jewels and gold to reserve every seat and buy everything up, then it was someone powerful.
He cracked his neck, stretching. He would have to prepare some fresh meat, not the [GP] frozen stuff he held in the freezer.
His fingers grew into bony claws. His face twisting and contorting into a fanged muzzle. Horns sprouted from his head, branching off in every which direction like a tree. His back legs and arms grew into those of a powerful rotting beast.
If anyone pays attention to the scent in the air, it smells of fear, blood, and oregano. William is currently dicing up fresh oregano in his kitchen while a body of a rather horrible man is hung on a meat hook a few feet away. William seems to be talking to him as he dices the herb. The man seems barely conscious, already lost a lot of blood.
Donn is sitting outside, in the trees watching the people of the town from it. He holds a golden pipe in one hand, curling smoke bring exhaled from his maw. His tails flick back and forth quietly
Mauric is in the shallow woods right behind the Red Plate, looking for something.
William heard the branches moving and immediately is on alert. He washed his hands, turning to the man "Wait here." He says, the horrific irony behind it.
He disappears out the back door, holding his meat cleaver in one hand.
Mauric’s ears prick up and he hides quickly. Stealth: 18
He lifted his head, smelling the air. (Perception: 17)
Mauric remains hidden. He lets out a quiet sigh of relief.
[I just edited it that his passive is 19 but I'll let it slide since you already posted]
He stands still, his ears turned in to the nature around him. The chirp of the crickets, the sounds of the birds, the rustle of the leaves. "I know you are here..." He murmured.
Mauric hears William’s voice and stands up quickly. “It’s just me. Haven’t seen you in a while.”
"You." He grumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose as he wills his instincts to calm down rather than devour "What are you doing out here... Again?"
“Nothing really. Just, uh, clearing my head.”
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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.
The Red Plate has gotten a strange reservation request through the mail. Every seat in the building has been requested, and every dish available all sent to one table with specific times requested, written so that William would have just enough time to plate the dishes nicely and deliver them. It came with several black sapphires with an "S" carved into them, and a note reading "Perhaps you can earn one of my stars this time."
William looked at the stones, eyes narrowed. If someone has enough jewels and gold to reserve every seat and buy everything up, then it was someone powerful.
He cracked his neck, stretching. He would have to prepare some fresh meat, not the [GP] frozen stuff he held in the freezer.
His fingers grew into bony claws. His face twisting and contorting into a fanged muzzle. Horns sprouted from his head, branching off in every which direction like a tree. His back legs and arms grew into those of a powerful rotting beast.
If anyone pays attention to the scent in the air, it smells of fear, blood, and oregano. William is currently dicing up fresh oregano in his kitchen while a body of a rather horrible man is hung on a meat hook a few feet away. William seems to be talking to him as he dices the herb. The man seems barely conscious, already lost a lot of blood.
Donn is sitting outside, in the trees watching the people of the town from it. He holds a golden pipe in one hand, curling smoke bring exhaled from his maw. His tails flick back and forth quietly
Mauric is in the shallow woods right behind the Red Plate, looking for something.
William heard the branches moving and immediately is on alert. He washed his hands, turning to the man "Wait here." He says, the horrific irony behind it.
He disappears out the back door, holding his meat cleaver in one hand.
Mauric’s ears prick up and he hides quickly. Stealth: 18
He lifted his head, smelling the air. (Perception: 17)
Mauric remains hidden. He lets out a quiet sigh of relief.
[I just edited it that his passive is 19 but I'll let it slide since you already posted]
He stands still, his ears turned in to the nature around him. The chirp of the crickets, the sounds of the birds, the rustle of the leaves. "I know you are here..." He murmured.
Mauric hears William’s voice and stands up quickly. “It’s just me. Haven’t seen you in a while.”
"You." He grumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose as he wills his instincts to calm down rather than devour "What are you doing out here... Again?"
“Nothing really. Just, uh, clearing my head.”
*I got to go soon as well. I have an interview tomorrow morning.*
William sighed, leaning on the balls of his heels, debating whether or not to kill him before waving a hand "Not worth my time right now." He said and walked back to the restaurant.
The Red Plate has gotten a strange reservation request through the mail. Every seat in the building has been requested, and every dish available all sent to one table with specific times requested, written so that William would have just enough time to plate the dishes nicely and deliver them. It came with several black sapphires with an "S" carved into them, and a note reading "Perhaps you can earn one of my stars this time."
William looked at the stones, eyes narrowed. If someone has enough jewels and gold to reserve every seat and buy everything up, then it was someone powerful.
He cracked his neck, stretching. He would have to prepare some fresh meat, not the [GP] frozen stuff he held in the freezer.
His fingers grew into bony claws. His face twisting and contorting into a fanged muzzle. Horns sprouted from his head, branching off in every which direction like a tree. His back legs and arms grew into those of a powerful rotting beast.
If anyone pays attention to the scent in the air, it smells of fear, blood, and oregano. William is currently dicing up fresh oregano in his kitchen while a body of a rather horrible man is hung on a meat hook a few feet away. William seems to be talking to him as he dices the herb. The man seems barely conscious, already lost a lot of blood.
Donn is sitting outside, in the trees watching the people of the town from it. He holds a golden pipe in one hand, curling smoke bring exhaled from his maw. His tails flick back and forth quietly
Mauric is in the shallow woods right behind the Red Plate, looking for something.
William heard the branches moving and immediately is on alert. He washed his hands, turning to the man "Wait here." He says, the horrific irony behind it.
He disappears out the back door, holding his meat cleaver in one hand.
Mauric’s ears prick up and he hides quickly. Stealth: 18
He lifted his head, smelling the air. (Perception: 17)
Mauric remains hidden. He lets out a quiet sigh of relief.
[I just edited it that his passive is 19 but I'll let it slide since you already posted]
He stands still, his ears turned in to the nature around him. The chirp of the crickets, the sounds of the birds, the rustle of the leaves. "I know you are here..." He murmured.
Mauric hears William’s voice and stands up quickly. “It’s just me. Haven’t seen you in a while.”
"You." He grumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose as he wills his instincts to calm down rather than devour "What are you doing out here... Again?"
“Nothing really. Just, uh, clearing my head.”
*I got to go soon as well. I have an interview tomorrow morning.*
William sighed, leaning on the balls of his heels, debating whether or not to kill him before waving a hand "Not worth my time right now." He said and walked back to the restaurant.
*Good luck dude! I know you’ll be great.*
Mauric rushes up behind him. “But since I’m here, I wanted to ask you something!”
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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.
*oki, i can't sulk forever. Here's my latest intro:*
The day has stretched into the evening, the air cooling a little as noon passes. As the day continues, an odd figure walks into the town, outfit drawing the eye a bit. Their main body is covered almost entirely by a set of brown robes, a hood pull up over their head, face covered by a wooden mask. The eyes of the mask are dark, with a flame symbol scratched into the forehead. Over one shoulder a satchel is slung, and a pair of white gloves cover each hand. On their back in a small strap, which holds an odd white and pink striped staff, curled in a spiral at the top, reminiscent of some form of candy, with the staff being made of an almost marble like material, giving it a glossy texture. They walk quietly, the wind whistling past them
A slightly chubby, freckled purple lizardfolk with a bowl of what appears to be fried insects is hanging out at the mouth of an alley. He's got some bugs on his light grey "Quoth the Raven" T-shirt and his bright orange "...here again the face fails inexplicably to give the impression of one belonging to a living human being" face mask that he has pulled down to eat. His eyes are dull, but he keeps looking around for something.
Leo is tinkering with Festus while grumbling unhappily.
-new intro-
Falling from the sky, like a fireball, is a humanoid figure. A trail of yellow light tails the hurtiling figure. It slams into the ground making the earth shake with a huge crater left behind from the impact.
*Leo and Loriche are gonna be best friends*
Caramel strides up behind Theren, watching him closely.
The faint sound of branches snapping reaches his ears.
He hums idly, his eyes hollow
Leo turns
She meows loudly to get his attention.
A figure in a suit of plate armor is breaking boughs off a fallen tree.
“Hey. Kitty…” he gently scratches the cats ears
”woahhhhhh.” Leo mumbles
<Hello Theren. How've you been?>
She doesn't notice him, gathering the brush under one arm and turning to leave.
“The kitty can talk..?”
Leo tells festus to stay put and starts to follow her
<Look, I understand we may not be on the best of terms, but you can't tell me you've forgotten me.>
She eventually makes it back to her camp. A small A-frame tent faces a sizable fire with an anvil on one side of it and a large, filled basin on the other.
“I…I don’t know who you are…” he says genuinely
”hey!!” Leo says, stumbling through the woods
<Well then. Let me go get someone.> Caramel runs back to the inn.
"Oh! Hi!" She throws the brush onto the fire. "What are you doing out here?"
*sorry I’m off and on this. I’m at work rn-* theren stays there, idly rocking back and forth and humming to himself
”well I saw you stumbling around and followed you and saw the anvil and are you a tinkerer?” He says rather quickly.
*no problem dude*
Thirteen runs out. "Alright. What's the earliest thing you can remember?"
"Not really. I'm just a metalsmith. I make a lot of armor, which you could probably tell."
“I…..I don’t know…who are you…?”
”yeah no kidding.”
“Thirteen. I’m a wizard and you’re in grave danger. So I need to know.” Persuasion: 13
“I mean, if I don’t wear it I die, so…”
It doesn’t work. “I….I remember having a wizard friend…but that can’t be right…he died…”
”wait so if you remove your armor you die…?”
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This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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He lifted his head, smelling the air. (Perception: 15)
His passive Perception is 19
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
Mauric remains hidden. He lets out a quiet sigh of relief.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*customer*
[I just edited it that his passive is 19 but I'll let it slide since you already posted]
He stands still, his ears turned in to the nature around him. The chirp of the crickets, the sounds of the birds, the rustle of the leaves. "I know you are here..." He murmured.
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
Sytosc's black grin widens. "I expect nothing less than a show-stopper! And money is no object!" He spins and points at William. "I've got enough sapphires to buy a small country at this point."
He sits down on one of the chairs, the one pointed out by the reservation.
*I gotta go pretty soon.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Mauric hears William’s voice and stands up quickly. “It’s just me. Haven’t seen you in a while.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Okie dokie, I'll post and we can continue this tomorrow.*
"I saw from what you already sent me." He said and walked over to a shelf and produced a bottle of Rosé. He pours him a glass and sets it down. "This should start you off, I will bring out the appetizers."
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
*By, Wendi! Bye, other friends with names I don't have time to list out!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"You." He grumbles, pinching the bridge of his nose as he wills his instincts to calm down rather than devour "What are you doing out here... Again?"
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
*Bye bud*
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
“Nothing really. Just, uh, clearing my 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.
*farvel*
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 got to go soon as well. I have an interview tomorrow morning.*
William sighed, leaning on the balls of his heels, debating whether or not to kill him before waving a hand "Not worth my time right now." He said and walked back to the restaurant.
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
*Good luck dude! I know you’ll be great.*
Mauric rushes up behind him. “But since I’m here, I wanted to ask you something!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*oki, i can't sulk forever. Here's my latest intro:*
The day has stretched into the evening, the air cooling a little as noon passes. As the day continues, an odd figure walks into the town, outfit drawing the eye a bit. Their main body is covered almost entirely by a set of brown robes, a hood pull up over their head, face covered by a wooden mask. The eyes of the mask are dark, with a flame symbol scratched into the forehead. Over one shoulder a satchel is slung, and a pair of white gloves cover each hand. On their back in a small strap, which holds an odd white and pink striped staff, curled in a spiral at the top, reminiscent of some form of candy, with the staff being made of an almost marble like material, giving it a glossy texture. They walk quietly, the wind whistling past them
*bye! Stay safe out there*
*I'm back for a bit, I guess!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*oh, ok! :D*
A slightly chubby, freckled purple lizardfolk with a bowl of what appears to be fried insects is hanging out at the mouth of an alley. He's got some bugs on his light grey "Quoth the Raven" T-shirt and his bright orange "...here again the face fails inexplicably to give the impression of one belonging to a living human being" face mask that he has pulled down to eat. His eyes are dull, but he keeps looking around for something.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It doesn’t work. “I….I remember having a wizard friend…but that can’t be right…he died…”
”wait so if you remove your armor you die…?”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.