"Oh! I remember hearing legends of you! Happy to finally meet you in person! You're a little different than I expected."
"With a weapon like that, how could I not die?" He laughs, a sound like an undulating, howling wind. "You were always talented. I haven't checked up on you for a while. How's it going?"
"Different how? And legends? Whaddya mean?"
"Fine. I've been hunting gods and kings as of late."
"They're not big legends, but you've affected some people while out adventuring in the past. I imagined you as this intimidating ranger who killed gods or something like that. But those are just stories. I've been everywhere, and it's nice to meet someone else who's well-traveled, especially since you're casual enough to have a garden of all things."
"Ooh. Is there a particular reason?" He's shockingly calm, as though Apollon was talking about the weather.
Theren chuckles, his eyes downcast. "Yeah. Not my proudest days. I assume the stories are bad?"
"No. Just justice being served old friend."
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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.
*Okay, I am feeling a bit better. Here are characters.*
Yuri is outside, regrowing a large part of the forest that has been chopped down and destroyed. She hums to herself as she does, fey magic seeming to turn physical and float around her in the form of squirrels.
Donn is outside, smoking. He is whittling a stick of yew wood into a wand while his golden pipe hangs out of his mouth.
Gigli and his assistant are copying records of patients into their filing cabinets for later assessment.
*Okay, I am feeling a bit better. Here are characters.*
Yuri is outside, regrowing a large part of the forest that has been chopped down and destroyed. She hums to herself as she does, fey magic seeming to turn physical and float around her in the form of squirrels.
Donn is outside, smoking. He is whittling a stick of yew wood into a wand while his golden pipe hangs out of his mouth.
Gigli and his assistant are copying records of patients into their filing cabinets for later assessment.
Theren watches from nearby, hands in his pockets
Yuri narrows her eyes at him "Yes?"
"Why is your magic turning into squirrels? I don't seem to remember it doing that."
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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.
*Okay, I am feeling a bit better. Here are characters.*
Yuri is outside, regrowing a large part of the forest that has been chopped down and destroyed. She hums to herself as she does, fey magic seeming to turn physical and float around her in the form of squirrels.
Donn is outside, smoking. He is whittling a stick of yew wood into a wand while his golden pipe hangs out of his mouth.
Gigli and his assistant are copying records of patients into their filing cabinets for later assessment.
Theren watches from nearby, hands in his pockets
Yuri narrows her eyes at him "Yes?"
"Why is your magic turning into squirrels? I don't seem to remember it doing that."
"It takes whatever shape it feels like. It's isn't bound to mortal whims." She replied.
*Okay, I am feeling a bit better. Here are characters.*
Yuri is outside, regrowing a large part of the forest that has been chopped down and destroyed. She hums to herself as she does, fey magic seeming to turn physical and float around her in the form of squirrels.
Donn is outside, smoking. He is whittling a stick of yew wood into a wand while his golden pipe hangs out of his mouth.
Gigli and his assistant are copying records of patients into their filing cabinets for later assessment.
Theren watches from nearby, hands in his pockets
Yuri narrows her eyes at him "Yes?"
"Why is your magic turning into squirrels? I don't seem to remember it doing that."
"It takes whatever shape it feels like. It's isn't bound to mortal whims." She replied.
"huh...." theren ponders on this. "How've you been though Yuri?"
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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.
*Okay, I am feeling a bit better. Here are characters.*
Yuri is outside, regrowing a large part of the forest that has been chopped down and destroyed. She hums to herself as she does, fey magic seeming to turn physical and float around her in the form of squirrels.
Donn is outside, smoking. He is whittling a stick of yew wood into a wand while his golden pipe hangs out of his mouth.
Gigli and his assistant are copying records of patients into their filing cabinets for later assessment.
Theren watches from nearby, hands in his pockets
Yuri narrows her eyes at him "Yes?"
"Why is your magic turning into squirrels? I don't seem to remember it doing that."
"It takes whatever shape it feels like. It's isn't bound to mortal whims." She replied.
"huh...." theren ponders on this. "How've you been though Yuri?"
"I was buried, I slept for months, and then I was awoken again. About as fine as a bird swallowing plastic..." She grumbled.
*Okay, I am feeling a bit better. Here are characters.*
Yuri is outside, regrowing a large part of the forest that has been chopped down and destroyed. She hums to herself as she does, fey magic seeming to turn physical and float around her in the form of squirrels.
Donn is outside, smoking. He is whittling a stick of yew wood into a wand while his golden pipe hangs out of his mouth.
Gigli and his assistant are copying records of patients into their filing cabinets for later assessment.
Theren watches from nearby, hands in his pockets
Yuri narrows her eyes at him "Yes?"
"Why is your magic turning into squirrels? I don't seem to remember it doing that."
"It takes whatever shape it feels like. It's isn't bound to mortal whims." She replied.
"huh...." theren ponders on this. "How've you been though Yuri?"
"I was buried, I slept for months, and then I was awoken again. About as fine as a bird swallowing plastic..." She grumbled.
Theren smiles. "Always the way with words." he says, digging his fingers in the dirt and lending some magic to help the regrowth
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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.
*Okay, I am feeling a bit better. Here are characters.*
Yuri is outside, regrowing a large part of the forest that has been chopped down and destroyed. She hums to herself as she does, fey magic seeming to turn physical and float around her in the form of squirrels.
Donn is outside, smoking. He is whittling a stick of yew wood into a wand while his golden pipe hangs out of his mouth.
Gigli and his assistant are copying records of patients into their filing cabinets for later assessment.
Theren watches from nearby, hands in his pockets
Yuri narrows her eyes at him "Yes?"
"Why is your magic turning into squirrels? I don't seem to remember it doing that."
"It takes whatever shape it feels like. It's isn't bound to mortal whims." She replied.
"huh...." theren ponders on this. "How've you been though Yuri?"
"I was buried, I slept for months, and then I was awoken again. About as fine as a bird swallowing plastic..." She grumbled.
Theren smiles. "Always the way with words." he says, digging his fingers in the dirt and lending some magic to help the regrowth
She snorts "You assume I am weak and that I need your power Theren Dotsk, I assure you have not lost my luster."
*Okay, I am feeling a bit better. Here are characters.*
Yuri is outside, regrowing a large part of the forest that has been chopped down and destroyed. She hums to herself as she does, fey magic seeming to turn physical and float around her in the form of squirrels.
Donn is outside, smoking. He is whittling a stick of yew wood into a wand while his golden pipe hangs out of his mouth.
Gigli and his assistant are copying records of patients into their filing cabinets for later assessment.
Theren watches from nearby, hands in his pockets
Yuri narrows her eyes at him "Yes?"
"Why is your magic turning into squirrels? I don't seem to remember it doing that."
"It takes whatever shape it feels like. It's isn't bound to mortal whims." She replied.
"huh...." theren ponders on this. "How've you been though Yuri?"
"I was buried, I slept for months, and then I was awoken again. About as fine as a bird swallowing plastic..." She grumbled.
Theren smiles. "Always the way with words." he says, digging his fingers in the dirt and lending some magic to help the regrowth
She snorts "You assume I am weak and that I need your power Theren Dotsk, I assure you have not lost my luster."
"I dont think your weak or have lost your luster Yuri." he says evenly. "Just want to help regrow the woods is all."
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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.
*Okay, I am feeling a bit better. Here are characters.*
Yuri is outside, regrowing a large part of the forest that has been chopped down and destroyed. She hums to herself as she does, fey magic seeming to turn physical and float around her in the form of squirrels.
Donn is outside, smoking. He is whittling a stick of yew wood into a wand while his golden pipe hangs out of his mouth.
Gigli and his assistant are copying records of patients into their filing cabinets for later assessment.
Theren watches from nearby, hands in his pockets
Yuri narrows her eyes at him "Yes?"
"Why is your magic turning into squirrels? I don't seem to remember it doing that."
"It takes whatever shape it feels like. It's isn't bound to mortal whims." She replied.
"huh...." theren ponders on this. "How've you been though Yuri?"
"I was buried, I slept for months, and then I was awoken again. About as fine as a bird swallowing plastic..." She grumbled.
Theren smiles. "Always the way with words." he says, digging his fingers in the dirt and lending some magic to help the regrowth
She snorts "You assume I am weak and that I need your power Theren Dotsk, I assure you have not lost my luster."
"I dont think your weak or have lost your luster Yuri." he says evenly. "Just want to help regrow the woods is all."
She sighs and nods "Fine." She gestures for him to join her.
"They're not big legends, but you've affected some people while out adventuring in the past. I imagined you as this intimidating ranger who killed gods or something like that. But those are just stories. I've been everywhere, and it's nice to meet someone else who's well-traveled, especially since you're casual enough to have a garden of all things."
"Ooh. Is there a particular reason?" He's shockingly calm, as though Apollon was talking about the weather.
Theren chuckles, his eyes downcast. "Yeah. Not my proudest days. I assume the stories are bad?"
"No. Just justice being served old friend."
"I don't think they're good or bad. They just... are. You're painted as all sorts of things. A hero, a monster, a savior, a murderer, a conservationist, a hunter... any of them could be true or false. I don't think it matters though. You're a person, not a collection of stories."
"That sounds good... but you fail to be a symbol of peace."
"They're not big legends, but you've affected some people while out adventuring in the past. I imagined you as this intimidating ranger who killed gods or something like that. But those are just stories. I've been everywhere, and it's nice to meet someone else who's well-traveled, especially since you're casual enough to have a garden of all things."
"Ooh. Is there a particular reason?" He's shockingly calm, as though Apollon was talking about the weather.
Theren chuckles, his eyes downcast. "Yeah. Not my proudest days. I assume the stories are bad?"
"No. Just justice being served old friend."
"I don't think they're good or bad. They just... are. You're painted as all sorts of things. A hero, a monster, a savior, a murderer, a conservationist, a hunter... any of them could be true or false. I don't think it matters though. You're a person, not a collection of stories."
"That sounds good... but you fail to be a symbol of peace."
Theren chuckles. "All accurate descriptions."
"I'm not trying to be one."
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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.
"I don't think they're good or bad. They just... are. You're painted as all sorts of things. A hero, a monster, a savior, a murderer, a conservationist, a hunter... any of them could be true or false. I don't think it matters though. You're a person, not a collection of stories."
"That sounds good... but you fail to be a symbol of peace."
Theren chuckles. "All accurate descriptions."
"I'm not trying to be one."
"Really? Some of them have to be misguided at least. Not every legend has merit to it." He raises his eyebrows beneath his fedora.
"Then why are you seeking justice? I am connected to every fear in this world, and many good people fear you. Almost everyone who knows about you does, actually. But you don't fear. This... concerns me. So, can you tell me why you're doing this?" He has an almost fatherly aspect. Not mad, just a little bit disappointed.
"I don't think they're good or bad. They just... are. You're painted as all sorts of things. A hero, a monster, a savior, a murderer, a conservationist, a hunter... any of them could be true or false. I don't think it matters though. You're a person, not a collection of stories."
"That sounds good... but you fail to be a symbol of peace."
Theren chuckles. "All accurate descriptions."
"I'm not trying to be one."
"Really? Some of them have to be misguided at least. Not every legend has merit to it." He raises his eyebrows beneath his fedora.
"Then why are you seeking justice? I am connected to every fear in this world, and many good people fear you. Almost everyone who knows about you does, actually. But you don't fear. This... concerns me. So, can you tell me why you're doing this?" He has an almost fatherly aspect. Not mad, just a little bit disappointed.
"You havent seen the things ive done."
"Justice. Like i said. Tyrants and monsters killed my family, i want my revenge."
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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.
"I don't think they're good or bad. They just... are. You're painted as all sorts of things. A hero, a monster, a savior, a murderer, a conservationist, a hunter... any of them could be true or false. I don't think it matters though. You're a person, not a collection of stories."
"That sounds good... but you fail to be a symbol of peace."
Theren chuckles. "All accurate descriptions."
"I'm not trying to be one."
"Really? Some of them have to be misguided at least. Not every legend has merit to it." He raises his eyebrows beneath his fedora.
"Then why are you seeking justice? I am connected to every fear in this world, and many good people fear you. Almost everyone who knows about you does, actually. But you don't fear. This... concerns me. So, can you tell me why you're doing this?" He has an almost fatherly aspect. Not mad, just a little bit disappointed.
"You havent seen the things ive done."
"Justice. Like i said. Tyrants and monsters killed my family, i want my revenge."
"No." He admits. "And to be blunt, I don't care. You are who you are now. If you wouldn't do those things again, I don't think it makes sense for me to worry about them."
"Ah. Your form of justice has nothing to do with the actual definition. That's exactly what everyone was afraid of. I can't do anything about that. But it remains unfortunate to see." He sighs. "It's my fault. I should have taught you better."
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Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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Theren chuckles, his eyes downcast. "Yeah. Not my proudest days. I assume the stories are bad?"
"No. Just justice being served old friend."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Yuri narrows her eyes at him "Yes?"
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
"Why is your magic turning into squirrels? I don't seem to remember it doing that."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"It takes whatever shape it feels like. It's isn't bound to mortal whims." She replied.
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
"huh...." theren ponders on this. "How've you been though Yuri?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I was buried, I slept for months, and then I was awoken again. About as fine as a bird swallowing plastic..." She grumbled.
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
Theren smiles. "Always the way with words." he says, digging his fingers in the dirt and lending some magic to help the regrowth
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She snorts "You assume I am weak and that I need your power Theren Dotsk, I assure you have not lost my luster."
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
"I dont think your weak or have lost your luster Yuri." he says evenly. "Just want to help regrow the woods is all."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She sighs and nods "Fine." She gestures for him to join her.
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
"I don't think they're good or bad. They just... are. You're painted as all sorts of things. A hero, a monster, a savior, a murderer, a conservationist, a hunter... any of them could be true or false. I don't think it matters though. You're a person, not a collection of stories."
"That sounds good... but you fail to be a symbol of peace."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He glows with power as the process speeds up.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren chuckles. "All accurate descriptions."
"I'm not trying to be one."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She waves her hand and with that, the land begins to flourish. Trees sprouting, flowering budding, and animals coming out form hiding.
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
Once its all grown he removes his hands from the dirt. "Thats better."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Really? Some of them have to be misguided at least. Not every legend has merit to it." He raises his eyebrows beneath his fedora.
"Then why are you seeking justice? I am connected to every fear in this world, and many good people fear you. Almost everyone who knows about you does, actually. But you don't fear. This... concerns me. So, can you tell me why you're doing this?" He has an almost fatherly aspect. Not mad, just a little bit disappointed.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Yuri nods, smiling "hopefully it won't be cut down 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
"You havent seen the things ive done."
"Justice. Like i said. Tyrants and monsters killed my family, i want my revenge."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods. "Oh, by the way, i seem to remember inviting you and Donn to my wedding. You never showed up though."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"No." He admits. "And to be blunt, I don't care. You are who you are now. If you wouldn't do those things again, I don't think it makes sense for me to worry about them."
"Ah. Your form of justice has nothing to do with the actual definition. That's exactly what everyone was afraid of. I can't do anything about that. But it remains unfortunate to see." He sighs. "It's my fault. I should have taught you better."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels