From seemingly out of nowhere, a portal opens in the sky and drops a young man from it on to the ground, promptly disappearing. He has short blonde hair, light blue eyes, and is dressed in more modern era clothing. He carries a tome in one hand that is has a tooled leather cover with a picture of a nine-pointed star on it. His left ear is pierced with an earring that appears to be a wedding ring set with little blue stones. He fidgets with it, his tome magically opening as he mutters to himself about "What plane of existence is this? feels like.. material?"
*Aaaanddd you get the sleep deprived mechanic*
Nearby Leo is working on Festus. The hulking metal dragon is deactivated as Leo works on him, deep backs under his eyes and his whole body is trembling. He mutters things to himself as he works on a small lump of metal.
The man stumbles over, waving "Hi?"
Leo looks up. "Hello." he mumbles. "Who are you?" he asks, tightening a few gears.
"Jack.. Jackson Foxx..." He says looking around "Is this?..the material plane?"
"Yep. Your husband is pissed off Jack. Hope you know that." he mumbles, replacing some gears.
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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.
From seemingly out of nowhere, a portal opens in the sky and drops a young man from it on to the ground, promptly disappearing. He has short blonde hair, light blue eyes, and is dressed in more modern era clothing. He carries a tome in one hand that is has a tooled leather cover with a picture of a nine-pointed star on it. His left ear is pierced with an earring that appears to be a wedding ring set with little blue stones. He fidgets with it, his tome magically opening as he mutters to himself about "What plane of existence is this? feels like.. material?"
*Aaaanddd you get the sleep deprived mechanic*
Nearby Leo is working on Festus. The hulking metal dragon is deactivated as Leo works on him, deep backs under his eyes and his whole body is trembling. He mutters things to himself as he works on a small lump of metal.
The man stumbles over, waving "Hi?"
Leo looks up. "Hello." he mumbles. "Who are you?" he asks, tightening a few gears.
"Jack.. Jackson Foxx..." He says looking around "Is this?..the material plane?"
"Yep. Your husband is pissed off Jack. Hope you know that." he mumbles, replacing some gears.
"[GP]... I wasn't gone for that long right? It was literally a week ago.." He rubs his hands over his face.
From seemingly out of nowhere, a portal opens in the sky and drops a young man from it on to the ground, promptly disappearing. He has short blonde hair, light blue eyes, and is dressed in more modern era clothing. He carries a tome in one hand that is has a tooled leather cover with a picture of a nine-pointed star on it. His left ear is pierced with an earring that appears to be a wedding ring set with little blue stones. He fidgets with it, his tome magically opening as he mutters to himself about "What plane of existence is this? feels like.. material?"
*Aaaanddd you get the sleep deprived mechanic*
Nearby Leo is working on Festus. The hulking metal dragon is deactivated as Leo works on him, deep backs under his eyes and his whole body is trembling. He mutters things to himself as he works on a small lump of metal.
The man stumbles over, waving "Hi?"
Leo looks up. "Hello." he mumbles. "Who are you?" he asks, tightening a few gears.
"Jack.. Jackson Foxx..." He says looking around "Is this?..the material plane?"
"Yep. Your husband is pissed off Jack. Hope you know that." he mumbles, replacing some gears.
"[GP]... I wasn't gone for that long right? It was literally a week ago.." He rubs his hands over his face.
"It's been a few months." Leo mumbles, taking apart the box again. "He's still staying in the tavern. Probably working out." he mutters.
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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.
From seemingly out of nowhere, a portal opens in the sky and drops a young man from it on to the ground, promptly disappearing. He has short blonde hair, light blue eyes, and is dressed in more modern era clothing. He carries a tome in one hand that is has a tooled leather cover with a picture of a nine-pointed star on it. His left ear is pierced with an earring that appears to be a wedding ring set with little blue stones. He fidgets with it, his tome magically opening as he mutters to himself about "What plane of existence is this? feels like.. material?"
*Aaaanddd you get the sleep deprived mechanic*
Nearby Leo is working on Festus. The hulking metal dragon is deactivated as Leo works on him, deep backs under his eyes and his whole body is trembling. He mutters things to himself as he works on a small lump of metal.
The man stumbles over, waving "Hi?"
Leo looks up. "Hello." he mumbles. "Who are you?" he asks, tightening a few gears.
"Jack.. Jackson Foxx..." He says looking around "Is this?..the material plane?"
"Yep. Your husband is pissed off Jack. Hope you know that." he mumbles, replacing some gears.
"[GP]... I wasn't gone for that long right? It was literally a week ago.." He rubs his hands over his face.
"It's been a few months." Leo mumbles, taking apart the box again. "He's still staying in the tavern. Probably working out." he mutters.
Jack curses in deep speech, mostly at his own stupidity. He disappears into mist and appears back in the tavern.
From seemingly out of nowhere, a portal opens in the sky and drops a young man from it on to the ground, promptly disappearing. He has short blonde hair, light blue eyes, and is dressed in more modern era clothing. He carries a tome in one hand that is has a tooled leather cover with a picture of a nine-pointed star on it. His left ear is pierced with an earring that appears to be a wedding ring set with little blue stones. He fidgets with it, his tome magically opening as he mutters to himself about "What plane of existence is this? feels like.. material?"
Thirteen looks up from his own tome. “Ah, a fellow planar traveler. Yes, this is indeed the Material Plane.”
"Thank goodness." He mutters, dusting himself off.
Thirteen looks at him a bit more intently. “Hold on. I remember you. Jackson, isn’t it?”
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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.
Leo is still working on festus, despite his exhaustion.
Hearth is in town shopping.
Mars is sharpening his sword, his armor now clean.
Loriche heads over to Leo’s location. “Hi! How are things going?”
Leo looks up at them, bags are deep under his eyes and his whole body is shaking from exhaustion, lack of food, and emotional distress.
“Ah. You need rest. Desperately.” Loriche gets closer to Festus, inspecting for issues. “Just sit back and let me take care of it.”
"Cant....gotta keep working on him..." he mumbles, taking apart a small gearbox.
“No. You’re going to die if you keep this up, and I can’t resurrect you or anything. I can work on him in your stead.”
He shakily picks up a small gearbox and tries to fix it but drops it multiple times. Tears start to fall from his eyes and mix with the oil on his face as he fumbles with the box.
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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.
From seemingly out of nowhere, a portal opens in the sky and drops a young man from it on to the ground, promptly disappearing. He has short blonde hair, light blue eyes, and is dressed in more modern era clothing. He carries a tome in one hand that is has a tooled leather cover with a picture of a nine-pointed star on it. His left ear is pierced with an earring that appears to be a wedding ring set with little blue stones. He fidgets with it, his tome magically opening as he mutters to himself about "What plane of existence is this? feels like.. material?"
*Aaaanddd you get the sleep deprived mechanic*
Nearby Leo is working on Festus. The hulking metal dragon is deactivated as Leo works on him, deep backs under his eyes and his whole body is trembling. He mutters things to himself as he works on a small lump of metal.
The man stumbles over, waving "Hi?"
Leo looks up. "Hello." he mumbles. "Who are you?" he asks, tightening a few gears.
"Jack.. Jackson Foxx..." He says looking around "Is this?..the material plane?"
"Yep. Your husband is pissed off Jack. Hope you know that." he mumbles, replacing some gears.
"[GP]... I wasn't gone for that long right? It was literally a week ago.." He rubs his hands over his face.
"It's been a few months." Leo mumbles, taking apart the box again. "He's still staying in the tavern. Probably working out." he mutters.
Jack curses in deep speech, mostly at his own stupidity. He disappears into mist and appears back in the tavern.
Phoenix is punching a punching bag over and over, his knuckles are pouring blood and dried and fresh blood is on the bag.
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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.
From seemingly out of nowhere, a portal opens in the sky and drops a young man from it on to the ground, promptly disappearing. He has short blonde hair, light blue eyes, and is dressed in more modern era clothing. He carries a tome in one hand that is has a tooled leather cover with a picture of a nine-pointed star on it. His left ear is pierced with an earring that appears to be a wedding ring set with little blue stones. He fidgets with it, his tome magically opening as he mutters to himself about "What plane of existence is this? feels like.. material?"
Thirteen looks up from his own tome. “Ah, a fellow planar traveler. Yes, this is indeed the Material Plane.”
"Thank goodness." He mutters, dusting himself off.
Thirteen looks at him a bit more intently. “Hold on. I remember you. Jackson, isn’t it?”
Leo is still working on festus, despite his exhaustion.
Hearth is in town shopping.
Mars is sharpening his sword, his armor now clean.
Loriche heads over to Leo’s location. “Hi! How are things going?”
Leo looks up at them, bags are deep under his eyes and his whole body is shaking from exhaustion, lack of food, and emotional distress.
“Ah. You need rest. Desperately.” Loriche gets closer to Festus, inspecting for issues. “Just sit back and let me take care of it.”
"Cant....gotta keep working on him..." he mumbles, taking apart a small gearbox.
“No. You’re going to die if you keep this up, and I can’t resurrect you or anything. I can work on him in your stead.”
He shakily picks up a small gearbox and tries to fix it but drops it multiple times. Tears start to fall from his eyes and mix with the oil on his face as he fumbles with the box.
“Alright that’s it.” Loriche reaches into the pouch on her belt and takes out a pinch of sand. “If you don’t fall asleep, you are going to die. So I need you to want to sleep so this spell works. Okay? Please?”
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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.
From seemingly out of nowhere, a portal opens in the sky and drops a young man from it on to the ground, promptly disappearing. He has short blonde hair, light blue eyes, and is dressed in more modern era clothing. He carries a tome in one hand that is has a tooled leather cover with a picture of a nine-pointed star on it. His left ear is pierced with an earring that appears to be a wedding ring set with little blue stones. He fidgets with it, his tome magically opening as he mutters to himself about "What plane of existence is this? feels like.. material?"
*Aaaanddd you get the sleep deprived mechanic*
Nearby Leo is working on Festus. The hulking metal dragon is deactivated as Leo works on him, deep backs under his eyes and his whole body is trembling. He mutters things to himself as he works on a small lump of metal.
The man stumbles over, waving "Hi?"
Leo looks up. "Hello." he mumbles. "Who are you?" he asks, tightening a few gears.
"Jack.. Jackson Foxx..." He says looking around "Is this?..the material plane?"
"Yep. Your husband is pissed off Jack. Hope you know that." he mumbles, replacing some gears.
"[GP]... I wasn't gone for that long right? It was literally a week ago.." He rubs his hands over his face.
"It's been a few months." Leo mumbles, taking apart the box again. "He's still staying in the tavern. Probably working out." he mutters.
Jack curses in deep speech, mostly at his own stupidity. He disappears into mist and appears back in the tavern.
Phoenix is punching a punching bag over and over, his knuckles are pouring blood and dried and fresh blood is on the bag.
Jack looks nervous and slowly walks up to him, placing his tome into its bag.
From seemingly out of nowhere, a portal opens in the sky and drops a young man from it on to the ground, promptly disappearing. He has short blonde hair, light blue eyes, and is dressed in more modern era clothing. He carries a tome in one hand that is has a tooled leather cover with a picture of a nine-pointed star on it. His left ear is pierced with an earring that appears to be a wedding ring set with little blue stones. He fidgets with it, his tome magically opening as he mutters to himself about "What plane of existence is this? feels like.. material?"
Thirteen looks up from his own tome. “Ah, a fellow planar traveler. Yes, this is indeed the Material Plane.”
"Thank goodness." He mutters, dusting himself off.
Thirteen looks at him a bit more intently. “Hold on. I remember you. Jackson, isn’t it?”
He nods, raising a brow
“Alright. Just making sure that was who you were.”
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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.
Leo is still working on festus, despite his exhaustion.
Hearth is in town shopping.
Mars is sharpening his sword, his armor now clean.
Loriche heads over to Leo’s location. “Hi! How are things going?”
Leo looks up at them, bags are deep under his eyes and his whole body is shaking from exhaustion, lack of food, and emotional distress.
“Ah. You need rest. Desperately.” Loriche gets closer to Festus, inspecting for issues. “Just sit back and let me take care of it.”
"Cant....gotta keep working on him..." he mumbles, taking apart a small gearbox.
“No. You’re going to die if you keep this up, and I can’t resurrect you or anything. I can work on him in your stead.”
He shakily picks up a small gearbox and tries to fix it but drops it multiple times. Tears start to fall from his eyes and mix with the oil on his face as he fumbles with the box.
“Alright that’s it.” Loriche reaches into the pouch on her belt and takes out a pinch of sand. “If you don’t fall asleep, you are going to die. So I need you to want to sleep so this spell works. Okay? Please?”
Leo looks up at her and nods, tears falling faster.
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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.
From seemingly out of nowhere, a portal opens in the sky and drops a young man from it on to the ground, promptly disappearing. He has short blonde hair, light blue eyes, and is dressed in more modern era clothing. He carries a tome in one hand that is has a tooled leather cover with a picture of a nine-pointed star on it. His left ear is pierced with an earring that appears to be a wedding ring set with little blue stones. He fidgets with it, his tome magically opening as he mutters to himself about "What plane of existence is this? feels like.. material?"
Thirteen looks up from his own tome. “Ah, a fellow planar traveler. Yes, this is indeed the Material Plane.”
"Thank goodness." He mutters, dusting himself off.
Thirteen looks at him a bit more intently. “Hold on. I remember you. Jackson, isn’t it?”
He nods, raising a brow
“Alright. Just making sure that was who you were.”
From seemingly out of nowhere, a portal opens in the sky and drops a young man from it on to the ground, promptly disappearing. He has short blonde hair, light blue eyes, and is dressed in more modern era clothing. He carries a tome in one hand that is has a tooled leather cover with a picture of a nine-pointed star on it. His left ear is pierced with an earring that appears to be a wedding ring set with little blue stones. He fidgets with it, his tome magically opening as he mutters to himself about "What plane of existence is this? feels like.. material?"
*Aaaanddd you get the sleep deprived mechanic*
Nearby Leo is working on Festus. The hulking metal dragon is deactivated as Leo works on him, deep backs under his eyes and his whole body is trembling. He mutters things to himself as he works on a small lump of metal.
The man stumbles over, waving "Hi?"
Leo looks up. "Hello." he mumbles. "Who are you?" he asks, tightening a few gears.
"Jack.. Jackson Foxx..." He says looking around "Is this?..the material plane?"
"Yep. Your husband is pissed off Jack. Hope you know that." he mumbles, replacing some gears.
"[GP]... I wasn't gone for that long right? It was literally a week ago.." He rubs his hands over his face.
"It's been a few months." Leo mumbles, taking apart the box again. "He's still staying in the tavern. Probably working out." he mutters.
Jack curses in deep speech, mostly at his own stupidity. He disappears into mist and appears back in the tavern.
Phoenix is punching a punching bag over and over, his knuckles are pouring blood and dried and fresh blood is on the bag.
Jack looks nervous and slowly walks up to him, placing his tome into its bag.
The sound of his fists hitting the bag echoes loudly.
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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.
From seemingly out of nowhere, a portal opens in the sky and drops a young man from it on to the ground, promptly disappearing. He has short blonde hair, light blue eyes, and is dressed in more modern era clothing. He carries a tome in one hand that is has a tooled leather cover with a picture of a nine-pointed star on it. His left ear is pierced with an earring that appears to be a wedding ring set with little blue stones. He fidgets with it, his tome magically opening as he mutters to himself about "What plane of existence is this? feels like.. material?"
Thirteen looks up from his own tome. “Ah, a fellow planar traveler. Yes, this is indeed the Material Plane.”
"Thank goodness." He mutters, dusting himself off.
Thirteen looks at him a bit more intently. “Hold on. I remember you. Jackson, isn’t it?”
He nods, raising a brow
“Alright. Just making sure that was who you were.”
"Why?" He asks
“Just to make sure my memory is still up to snuff.”
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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.
From seemingly out of nowhere, a portal opens in the sky and drops a young man from it on to the ground, promptly disappearing. He has short blonde hair, light blue eyes, and is dressed in more modern era clothing. He carries a tome in one hand that is has a tooled leather cover with a picture of a nine-pointed star on it. His left ear is pierced with an earring that appears to be a wedding ring set with little blue stones. He fidgets with it, his tome magically opening as he mutters to himself about "What plane of existence is this? feels like.. material?"
*Aaaanddd you get the sleep deprived mechanic*
Nearby Leo is working on Festus. The hulking metal dragon is deactivated as Leo works on him, deep backs under his eyes and his whole body is trembling. He mutters things to himself as he works on a small lump of metal.
The man stumbles over, waving "Hi?"
Leo looks up. "Hello." he mumbles. "Who are you?" he asks, tightening a few gears.
"Jack.. Jackson Foxx..." He says looking around "Is this?..the material plane?"
"Yep. Your husband is pissed off Jack. Hope you know that." he mumbles, replacing some gears.
"[GP]... I wasn't gone for that long right? It was literally a week ago.." He rubs his hands over his face.
"It's been a few months." Leo mumbles, taking apart the box again. "He's still staying in the tavern. Probably working out." he mutters.
Jack curses in deep speech, mostly at his own stupidity. He disappears into mist and appears back in the tavern.
Phoenix is punching a punching bag over and over, his knuckles are pouring blood and dried and fresh blood is on the bag.
Jack looks nervous and slowly walks up to him, placing his tome into its bag.
The sound of his fists hitting the bag echoes loudly.
Leo is still working on festus, despite his exhaustion.
Hearth is in town shopping.
Mars is sharpening his sword, his armor now clean.
Loriche heads over to Leo’s location. “Hi! How are things going?”
Leo looks up at them, bags are deep under his eyes and his whole body is shaking from exhaustion, lack of food, and emotional distress.
“Ah. You need rest. Desperately.” Loriche gets closer to Festus, inspecting for issues. “Just sit back and let me take care of it.”
"Cant....gotta keep working on him..." he mumbles, taking apart a small gearbox.
“No. You’re going to die if you keep this up, and I can’t resurrect you or anything. I can work on him in your stead.”
He shakily picks up a small gearbox and tries to fix it but drops it multiple times. Tears start to fall from his eyes and mix with the oil on his face as he fumbles with the box.
“Alright that’s it.” Loriche reaches into the pouch on her belt and takes out a pinch of sand. “If you don’t fall asleep, you are going to die. So I need you to want to sleep so this spell works. Okay? Please?”
Leo looks up at her and nods, tears falling faster.
“Sweet dreams then, buddy.” Loriche throws the sand at his face, casting catnap.
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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.
"Cant....gotta keep working on him..." he mumbles, taking apart a small gearbox.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Yep. Your husband is pissed off Jack. Hope you know that." he mumbles, replacing some gears.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"[GP]... I wasn't gone for that long right? It was literally a week ago.." He rubs his hands over his face.
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 been a few months." Leo mumbles, taking apart the box again. "He's still staying in the tavern. Probably working out." he mutters.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“No. You’re going to die if you keep this up, and I can’t resurrect you or anything. I can work on him in your stead.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Jack curses in deep speech, mostly at his own stupidity. He disappears into mist and appears back in the tavern.
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
Thirteen looks at him a bit more intently. “Hold on. I remember you. Jackson, isn’t it?”
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 shakily picks up a small gearbox and tries to fix it but drops it multiple times. Tears start to fall from his eyes and mix with the oil on his face as he fumbles with the box.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Phoenix is punching a punching bag over and over, his knuckles are pouring blood and dried and fresh blood is on the bag.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods, raising a brow
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
“Alright that’s it.” Loriche reaches into the pouch on her belt and takes out a pinch of sand. “If you don’t fall asleep, you are going to die. So I need you to want to sleep so this spell works. Okay? Please?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Jack looks nervous and slowly walks up to him, placing his tome into its bag.
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
“Alright. Just making sure that was who you were.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Leo looks up at her and nods, tears falling faster.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Why?" He asks
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
The sound of his fists hitting the bag echoes loudly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Just to make sure my memory is still up to snuff.”
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 shifts back and forth "Im sorry.."
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
“Sweet dreams then, buddy.” Loriche throws the sand at his face, casting catnap.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Phoenix stops hitting the bag, breathing heavily. "Nothing....for months on end....I thought you died..." he says, his voice dangerously quiet.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.