So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
He walks into the door, a bit nervous the meet his boyfriend's family.
"Not any more than any of these schmucks." He says, gesturing to one of the hanging bodies. "Any one of them could have been me and it wouldn't have mattered."
"I'll look into it. I may have a good mercenary who can help. She goes by Olive. Old work friend from my adventuring days."
A little deep dragon wyrmling is sitting on the floor of a mighty castle overlooking a kingdom, playing with a wooden rocking horse while holding a hamster in on claw. "Wynon, this is my love, Egregore." He states and she looks up, her blank large eyes staring at him as she gives a little wave "Ello." She says politely.
William gives him a look and shakes his head "A connection.... That is why you are special."
She nods and rubs her arms where bruises have started to form again.
"Hi there!" Egregore says, waving. "I'm happy to finally meet one of Donn's kids personally!" he holds out a claw to shake.
"Hmmm... what defines a person's 'special-ness' is how they affect others. I guess in that way I am, like, special. People like me. You like me. Heck, just about everyone likes me." He nods. "Is that what you meant?"
He lets out a growling sigh, walking to the big window. "She's a brute. Otterfolk, you know? As a fey descendant, she should be willing to take the job. She also has some dragon blood in her, meaning she can't deny a challenge. Or at least, I've never seen her do so. She wields a giant Poe-ass pendulum covered in flames, but her body is technically a holy weapon due to her connection to the forge gods. She's a lot of things. Annoying, tacky, and too obsessed with fish... But she's also absolutely lethal when she wants to be."
Theren is mediating in his garden, humming to himself.
Leo is crying as he tries to fix festus's corrosion. The creature watches on.
Apollon is burning down a village.
Hearthstone is protecting a village from a rouge stone golem.
Isaac crouches down next to him and surveys the damage
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
He walks into the door, a bit nervous the meet his boyfriend's family.
"Not any more than any of these schmucks." He says, gesturing to one of the hanging bodies. "Any one of them could have been me and it wouldn't have mattered."
"I'll look into it. I may have a good mercenary who can help. She goes by Olive. Old work friend from my adventuring days."
A little deep dragon wyrmling is sitting on the floor of a mighty castle overlooking a kingdom, playing with a wooden rocking horse while holding a hamster in on claw. "Wynon, this is my love, Egregore." He states and she looks up, her blank large eyes staring at him as she gives a little wave "Ello." She says politely.
William gives him a look and shakes his head "A connection.... That is why you are special."
She nods and rubs her arms where bruises have started to form again.
"Hi there!" Egregore says, waving. "I'm happy to finally meet one of Donn's kids personally!" he holds out a claw to shake.
"Hmmm... what defines a person's 'special-ness' is how they affect others. I guess in that way I am, like, special. People like me. You like me. Heck, just about everyone likes me." He nods. "Is that what you meant?"
He lets out a growling sigh, walking to the big window. "She's a brute. Otterfolk, you know? As a fey descendant, she should be willing to take the job. She also has some dragon blood in her, meaning she can't deny a challenge. Or at least, I've never seen her do so. She wields a giant Poe-ass pendulum covered in flames, but her body is technically a holy weapon due to her connection to the forge gods. She's a lot of things. Annoying, tacky, and too obsessed with fish... But she's also absolutely lethal when she wants to be."
Theren is mediating in his garden, humming to himself.
Leo is crying as he tries to fix festus's corrosion. The creature watches on.
Apollon is burning down a village.
Hearthstone is protecting a village from a rouge stone golem.
Isaac crouches down next to him and surveys the damage
It is heavily damaged, almost beyond repair.
"what makes this thing run?"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Theren is mediating in his garden, humming to himself.
Leo is crying as he tries to fix festus's corrosion. The creature watches on.
Apollon is burning down a village.
Hearthstone is protecting a village from a rouge stone golem.
Oswald and several hellfire engines move toward Leo. "Hello there! Fellow inventor here. I have a special anti-corrosion spray that could help, but we'll need to get rid of the actual problem either way."
Felix walks out of the flames, unharmed and carrying a screaming child. He sets them down and turns to Apollon. "You need to leave."
Theren is mediating in his garden, humming to himself.
Leo is crying as he tries to fix festus's corrosion. The creature watches on.
Apollon is burning down a village.
Hearthstone is protecting a village from a rouge stone golem.
Oswald and several hellfire engines move toward Leo. "Hello there! Fellow inventor here. I have a special anti-corrosion spray that could help, but we'll need to get rid of the actual problem either way."
Felix walks out of the flames, unharmed and carrying a screaming child. He sets them down and turns to Apollon. "You need to leave."
Leo looks up at them, the tinkerer looks ticked off, his eyes a golden color as fire swirls around his entire body. "Back. Up."
Apollon spins his spear, pointing it at them. "Or what?" he says, insanity lighting his face.
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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.
Theren is mediating in his garden, humming to himself.
Leo is crying as he tries to fix festus's corrosion. The creature watches on.
Apollon is burning down a village.
Hearthstone is protecting a village from a rouge stone golem.
Isaac crouches down next to him and surveys the damage
It is heavily damaged, almost beyond repair.
"what makes this thing run?"
"Magic..."
"is there a central component that fuels the magic? It would be easier to build a new frame than to try to salvage this one"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Theren is mediating in his garden, humming to himself.
Leo is crying as he tries to fix festus's corrosion. The creature watches on.
Apollon is burning down a village.
Hearthstone is protecting a village from a rouge stone golem.
Isaac crouches down next to him and surveys the damage
It is heavily damaged, almost beyond repair.
"what makes this thing run?"
"Magic..."
"is there a central component that fuels the magic? It would be easier to build a new frame than to try to salvage this one"
Leo looks at them, ticked off. "Excuse me?"
He gestures to the corrosion "this is barely repairable as it is and I wouldn't even know where to begin fixing this"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
“Oh nothin. Your armor. Such a weird quality for it to have.”
Hearthstone bursts inside the shop, lightning crackling in his palms as he touches the shoulder of the man, overloading his body and the pistol with electricity.
He tilts his head, still drinking from the mug "What do you mean fellow?"
The man doesn't even flinch, that is until, without warning, he drops like a sack of potatoes. A few moments later a newly identical ship drops down with a nearly identical soldier.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
“Oh nothin. Your armor. Such a weird quality for it to have.”
Hearthstone bursts inside the shop, lightning crackling in his palms as he touches the shoulder of the man, overloading his body and the pistol with electricity.
He tilts his head, still drinking from the mug "What do you mean fellow?"
The man doesn't even flinch, that is until, without warning, he drops like a sack of potatoes. A few moments later a newly identical ship drops down with a nearly identical soldier.
"Reflecting nightmares. childish trick."
Hearthstone frowns.
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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.
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He smiles and pets his hair.
Donn brushes it off like it's nothing "Careful there, she doesn't like her trees being crisped."
She coughs blood out on to the grass, wiping her mouth. She disappears into mists before him.
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
Phoenix rests his head in their lap.
"She?" he says, raising his spear, coated in fire.
The creature cackles. "Flee flee!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He closes his eyes as well, napping.
"A friend of mine.' he shrugs
*I am going to take a nap. Yuri has conveyed to Oswald about the shadow creature so 👌🏻*
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
*okay. eep well*
Apollon smiles. "She shall die as well.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(got anyone open Theren?)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Well character updates*
Theren is mediating in his garden, humming to himself.
Leo is crying as he tries to fix festus's corrosion. The creature watches on.
Apollon is burning down a village.
Hearthstone is protecting a village from a rouge stone golem.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Hi there!" Egregore says, waving. "I'm happy to finally meet one of Donn's kids personally!" he holds out a claw to shake.
"Hmmm... what defines a person's 'special-ness' is how they affect others. I guess in that way I am, like, special. People like me. You like me. Heck, just about everyone likes me." He nods. "Is that what you meant?"
He lets out a growling sigh, walking to the big window. "She's a brute. Otterfolk, you know? As a fey descendant, she should be willing to take the job. She also has some dragon blood in her, meaning she can't deny a challenge. Or at least, I've never seen her do so. She wields a giant Poe-ass pendulum covered in flames, but her body is technically a holy weapon due to her connection to the forge gods. She's a lot of things. Annoying, tacky, and too obsessed with fish... But she's also absolutely lethal when she wants to be."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Isaac crouches down next to him and surveys the damage
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*I'll be back in an hour, I needs a nap.*
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 is heavily damaged, almost beyond repair.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"what makes this thing run?"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Oswald and several hellfire engines move toward Leo. "Hello there! Fellow inventor here. I have a special anti-corrosion spray that could help, but we'll need to get rid of the actual problem either way."
Felix walks out of the flames, unharmed and carrying a screaming child. He sets them down and turns to Apollon. "You need to leave."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Leo looks up at them, the tinkerer looks ticked off, his eyes a golden color as fire swirls around his entire body. "Back. Up."
Apollon spins his spear, pointing it at them. "Or what?" he says, insanity lighting his face.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Magic..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"is there a central component that fuels the magic? It would be easier to build a new frame than to try to salvage this one"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Leo looks at them, ticked off. "Excuse me?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He gestures to the corrosion "this is barely repairable as it is and I wouldn't even know where to begin fixing this"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
He tilts his head, still drinking from the mug "What do you mean fellow?"
The man doesn't even flinch, that is until, without warning, he drops like a sack of potatoes. A few moments later a newly identical ship drops down with a nearly identical soldier.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Fire swirls around Leo's fists. "I. Built. Him. With my bare hands. I will not scrap him." he snarls
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Reflecting nightmares. childish trick."
Hearthstone frowns.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.