His eyes gain a sad looks to them as he tries to shake it awake.
Apollon isn't bothered by the heat, continuing his hunt.
Hearth continues to watch them, jotting down a few notes about them
The armored individual awakens with a start "Wha? Huh?" Sounding like an old man
Suddenly something taps his shoulder that he didn't sense a moment ago, the flame feeling incredibly intense now.
Eventually they turn around and see the note taking "Come on, I know I look good but there is no need for that." He says jokingly.
"You alright there mate? You sounded like a dying donkey."
He sighs, annoyed. "Can I help you?"
Hearth taps his ears and signs rapidly. "I can't hear you. I'm deaf. "
He raises a metal arm and scratches his helm "How long was I asleep?"
He sees what looks like a zombie that was burned to death, it whimpers in pain.
Damian nods and writes down on his notebook "Sorry, didn't know. Why are you writing about me?"
"Dunno." he says with a shrug.
"Poor thing. I outta put you out of your misery."
"I always write about everyone I meet. "
"Who are you to wake up a stranger?"
The zombie whimpers and swipes weakly at them, obviously being forced to. A Japanese man walks out, sighing at the sight of the creature "I'm sorry to see this happen to you John. Let me help you." He moves to them, putting his palm to their chest, the zombie then explodes to bits with a blast of flame.
"What did you write about me?" He sits next to them.
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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.
His eyes gain a sad looks to them as he tries to shake it awake.
Apollon isn't bothered by the heat, continuing his hunt.
Hearth continues to watch them, jotting down a few notes about them
The armored individual awakens with a start "Wha? Huh?" Sounding like an old man
Suddenly something taps his shoulder that he didn't sense a moment ago, the flame feeling incredibly intense now.
Eventually they turn around and see the note taking "Come on, I know I look good but there is no need for that." He says jokingly.
"You alright there mate? You sounded like a dying donkey."
He sighs, annoyed. "Can I help you?"
Hearth taps his ears and signs rapidly. "I can't hear you. I'm deaf. "
He raises a metal arm and scratches his helm "How long was I asleep?"
He sees what looks like a zombie that was burned to death, it whimpers in pain.
Damian nods and writes down on his notebook "Sorry, didn't know. Why are you writing about me?"
"Dunno." he says with a shrug.
"Poor thing. I outta put you out of your misery."
"I always write about everyone I meet. "
"Who are you to wake up a stranger?"
The zombie whimpers and swipes weakly at them, obviously being forced to. A Japanese man walks out, sighing at the sight of the creature "I'm sorry to see this happen to you John. Let me help you." He moves to them, putting his palm to their chest, the zombie then explodes to bits with a blast of flame.
"What did you write about me?" He sits next to them.
"Someone who cares." Theren says, tilting his head.
Apollon sidesteps the swipe. "You a hunter as well, friend?" he says, not startled by the explosion.
"Just your height, build, hair color, eye color, etc. "
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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.
"Someone who cares." Theren says, tilting his head.
Apollon sidesteps the swipe. "You a hunter as well, friend?" he says, not startled by the explosion.
"Just your height, build, hair color, eye color, etc. "
He chuckles, still a bit tired "Well thank you for caring. I'm Grove."
The man looks Apollon in the eyes, their left eye has an X for a pupil, their right eye an O. "I don't hunt, I'm a mercy killer." He says in a tired voice.
He writes down "Oh, just appearance stuff?"
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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.
"Someone who cares." Theren says, tilting his head.
Apollon sidesteps the swipe. "You a hunter as well, friend?" he says, not startled by the explosion.
"Just your height, build, hair color, eye color, etc. "
He chuckles, still a bit tired "Well thank you for caring. I'm Grove."
The man looks Apollon in the eyes, their left eye has an X for a pupil, their right eye an O. "I don't hunt, I'm a mercy killer." He says in a tired voice.
He writes down "Oh, just appearance stuff?"
"Theren, Theren Dotsk." he says, extending a hand.
'Mercy killer? Thats a funny job." he says with a chuckle.
He nods, tapping his journal, showing them past entries of tavern goers along with a drawing of each of them.
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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.
"Someone who cares." Theren says, tilting his head.
Apollon sidesteps the swipe. "You a hunter as well, friend?" he says, not startled by the explosion.
"Just your height, build, hair color, eye color, etc. "
He chuckles, still a bit tired "Well thank you for caring. I'm Grove."
The man looks Apollon in the eyes, their left eye has an X for a pupil, their right eye an O. "I don't hunt, I'm a mercy killer." He says in a tired voice.
He writes down "Oh, just appearance stuff?"
"Theren, Theren Dotsk." he says, extending a hand.
'Mercy killer? Thats a funny job." he says with a chuckle.
He nods, tapping his journal, showing them past entries of tavern goers along with a drawing of each of them.
He clasps his hand with cold metal, pulling himself up "Nice to meet you Theren."
"It may be funny, but it isn't fun. John was a good man." He sighs, before taking up a bit of John's ashes.
He looks surprised for a moment before writing "That's pretty interest, I never thought I'd see someone do that."
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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.
"Someone who cares." Theren says, tilting his head.
Apollon sidesteps the swipe. "You a hunter as well, friend?" he says, not startled by the explosion.
"Just your height, build, hair color, eye color, etc. "
He chuckles, still a bit tired "Well thank you for caring. I'm Grove."
The man looks Apollon in the eyes, their left eye has an X for a pupil, their right eye an O. "I don't hunt, I'm a mercy killer." He says in a tired voice.
He writes down "Oh, just appearance stuff?"
"Theren, Theren Dotsk." he says, extending a hand.
'Mercy killer? Thats a funny job." he says with a chuckle.
He nods, tapping his journal, showing them past entries of tavern goers along with a drawing of each of them.
He clasps his hand with cold metal, pulling himself up "Nice to meet you Theren."
"It may be funny, but it isn't fun. John was a good man." He sighs, before taking up a bit of John's ashes.
He looks surprised for a moment before writing "That's pretty interest, I never thought I'd see someone do that."
"Nice to meet you as well Grove."
"And yet he turned into a monster. He has no pity from me." Apollon says, walking after the Nightwalker.
"I do it to help me recognize people. "
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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.
"And yet he turned into a monster. He has no pity from me." Apollon says, walking after the Nightwalker.
"I do it to help me recognize people. "
He dusts himself off "Now where an I young man?"
Benimaru holds up a limb of the Nightwalker, flames cracking from his hand "That makes you a worse man then him, and whatever your hunting isn't worth it."
"Understandable, it's not easy for me to remember people either."
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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.
*Hello Jobah! Would you be up for finishing the character arc on the Universe Smorgasbord with me? I remembered your character saying that it was a time-sensitive thing, and wanted to see if we could resolve that arc. I say this in no way to rush you- if you aren't up for it, it's okay.*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"And yet he turned into a monster. He has no pity from me." Apollon says, walking after the Nightwalker.
"I do it to help me recognize people. "
He dusts himself off "Now where an I young man?"
Benimaru holds up a limb of the Nightwalker, flames cracking from his hand "That makes you a worse man then him, and whatever your hunting isn't worth it."
"Understandable, it's not easy for me to remember people either."
"Near the Lords Rest Inn."
"Nightwalkers kill innocents for no reason. Therefore I kill them to rid them from this plane."
Hearth smiles a bit.
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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.
"And yet he turned into a monster. He has no pity from me." Apollon says, walking after the Nightwalker.
"I do it to help me recognize people. "
He dusts himself off "Now where an I young man?"
Benimaru holds up a limb of the Nightwalker, flames cracking from his hand "That makes you a worse man then him, and whatever your hunting isn't worth it."
"Understandable, it's not easy for me to remember people either."
"Near the Lords Rest Inn."
"Nightwalkers kill innocents for no reason. Therefore I kill them to rid them from this plane."
Hearth smiles a bit.
"Where? Actually I've asked you enough questions."
"You say it like you're just. If you want to do what's best for people then leave them be until they attack your people." He drops the limb
Thirteen is talking covertly into a sending stone, apparently having a rather agitated conversation.
Mauric is trying to steal eggs from a nesting chough.
Loriche is making decals for her armor.
Theren watches from his garden.
Nearby Leo is crafting a huge bronze claw, next to him is a huge bronze dragon that's deactivated.
Glaring at the rock, Thirteen shoves it into his satchel and leans back, fuming.
She walks over to Festus. “So you made this thing?”
"You alright Thirteen?"
Leo nods. "He was a pain in the butt to build but yeah. I did."
He sighs. “Yes. Impeccable.”
“So what all can he do?”
He stands, wiping dirt off of his hands. "Tell me what's wrong mate."
"He can fly, breathe fire, go into a stealth mode, turn into a very very heavy suitcase, and some other things."
“It’s just… frustrating. I still have no leads on the locations of the Others, but I know they’re still wreaking havoc. I just don’t know where to begin.”
Loriche looks very impressed. “Wow. I’ve never even done anything to do with automation.”
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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.
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*hey jobah*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Dunno." he says with a shrug.
"Poor thing. I outta put you out of your misery."
"I always write about everyone I meet. "
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Who are you to wake up a stranger?"
The zombie whimpers and swipes weakly at them, obviously being forced to. A Japanese man walks out, sighing at the sight of the creature "I'm sorry to see this happen to you John. Let me help you." He moves to them, putting his palm to their chest, the zombie then explodes to bits with a blast of flame.
"What did you write about me?" He sits next to them.
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
"Someone who cares." Theren says, tilting his head.
Apollon sidesteps the swipe. "You a hunter as well, friend?" he says, not startled by the explosion.
"Just your height, build, hair color, eye color, etc. "
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Thirteen is talking covertly into a sending stone, apparently having a rather agitated conversation.
Mauric is trying to steal eggs from a nesting chough.
Loriche is making decals for her armor.
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 watches from his garden.
Nearby Leo is crafting a huge bronze claw, next to him is a huge bronze dragon that's deactivated.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He chuckles, still a bit tired "Well thank you for caring. I'm Grove."
The man looks Apollon in the eyes, their left eye has an X for a pupil, their right eye an O. "I don't hunt, I'm a mercy killer." He says in a tired voice.
He writes down "Oh, just appearance stuff?"
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
"Theren, Theren Dotsk." he says, extending a hand.
'Mercy killer? Thats a funny job." he says with a chuckle.
He nods, tapping his journal, showing them past entries of tavern goers along with a drawing of each of them.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Glaring at the rock, Thirteen shoves it into his satchel and leans back, fuming.
She walks over to Festus. “So you made this thing?”
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 clasps his hand with cold metal, pulling himself up "Nice to meet you Theren."
"It may be funny, but it isn't fun. John was a good man." He sighs, before taking up a bit of John's ashes.
He looks surprised for a moment before writing "That's pretty interest, I never thought I'd see someone do that."
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
"You alright Thirteen?"
Leo nods. "He was a pain in the butt to build but yeah. I did."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Nice to meet you as well Grove."
"And yet he turned into a monster. He has no pity from me." Apollon says, walking after the Nightwalker.
"I do it to help me recognize people. "
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He sighs. “Yes. Impeccable.”
“So what all can he do?”
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 stands, wiping dirt off of his hands. "Tell me what's wrong mate."
"He can fly, breathe fire, go into a stealth mode, turn into a very very heavy suitcase, and some other things."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He dusts himself off "Now where an I young man?"
Benimaru holds up a limb of the Nightwalker, flames cracking from his hand "That makes you a worse man then him, and whatever your hunting isn't worth it."
"Understandable, it's not easy for me to remember people either."
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
*Hello Jobah! Would you be up for finishing the character arc on the Universe Smorgasbord with me? I remembered your character saying that it was a time-sensitive thing, and wanted to see if we could resolve that arc. I say this in no way to rush you- if you aren't up for it, it's okay.*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Near the Lords Rest Inn."
"Nightwalkers kill innocents for no reason. Therefore I kill them to rid them from this plane."
Hearth smiles a bit.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Where? Actually I've asked you enough questions."
"You say it like you're just. If you want to do what's best for people then leave them be until they attack your people." He drops the limb
He smiles back before going to his crate,
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
*eepy*
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
“It’s just… frustrating. I still have no leads on the locations of the Others, but I know they’re still wreaking havoc. I just don’t know where to begin.”
Loriche looks very impressed. “Wow. I’ve never even done anything to do with automation.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.