Benimaru looks him in the eyes, his own strange. The pupils entirely different from each other, an X and O “I don’t care what you think, so don’t even say anything.”
He hands her a bundle of leaves in the shape of a flower, a gentle giant “We all mess up, even gods.”
The person’s face is pretty beaten in, and they are very unconscious. Damian begins playing once more:
Ash shrugs "Still seems bad."
"More some than others.." she takes it, examining it "I kinda starved myself..."
Donn sighs and sets them down gently
“Again, if you turned infernal, would you rather burn forever having no control over your own actions, or be freed from it all?”
“Oh you did, then let me help you out. I’ll make you something to eat, I’m a decent cook. Do you have any tarrasque?”
Damian sees them doing such and calls over to them “Hey there, I wouldn’t help them if I were you. Scum of the earth I’d call them.”
"I rather die than get burned.." he shrugged.
"I can only eat blood. Anything else tastes like ash and makes me vomit."
"How so?'
“Then I am in the right, and you are arguing pointlessly.”
“Oh. Then take some of mine, if you were wondering I’ve got loads to spare. Although it is a bit warm.”
“Harassing one of the people here, decided to teach them the difference between flirting and harassment. Then I beat them for continuing regardless.”
"Not really mate.." he scratches the back of his neck "If yer killing people just cause they're going to hell, seems like your diverting fate."
"I-I couldn't. In order to eat, I drain a body. Leaving it a husk. My partner doesn't want me to kill anyone anymore..."
"Mn, disgusting. I'll take care of him." He said.
He looks at them, his eyes confused “Do you not understand what going infernal means? Or does it mean something different here?”
“Firstly that sounds pretty toxic from your partner. Secondly you don’t have to worry about that, I’ve died before, and at this point no one will stop me from leaving hell.”
“If you want to, I’d rather leave them to learn their lesson in the dirt.”
"No no, I know what infernal means but it's fate. If they were ebad, then they go down".
"I know he's toxic, I am too..." She muttered, running her hand through her hair.
"It's okay, I'll take care of him for ya."
“Yeah it definitely means something different here. Going infernal is random, anyone can go infernal no matter how they were in life.”
“Well if you’re toxic then you would have already drained my blood. Don’t worry about it so much. You are good.”
“You do that I suppose. If you want to enjoy yourself though, I’ll always be here, playing the lute.” He does exactly that.
*If Wendigo wants to continue this.*
"Mn..." He shrugs and sighs "I don't know man."
She shrugs and fidgets with the bouquet "I am... Worse than anyone probably thought..."
Donn tilts his head and scoops the body up over his shoulder.
“Fair enough, I do it because I think it’s right, but who knows. I might be a monster.” He watches the body turn to ash and blow away in the wind
“Everyone is worse than they want to be. If you were perfect you’d be dead. You have to believe in yourself or no one will.”
Damian doesn’t mind it, but they feel something in the man’s pocket, really hot.
Ash sighs and sip his coffee "That's kinda a bummer..'
"I can't believe myself! I don't know how!" She yells, her nails digging into her palms and painting her flesh red "I have never, since day one, believed I can be better and every time I try, I fail!"
Donn searches it, eyes narrowed.
“Of course it is.” He takes his bottle of sake and begins to drink.
He holds their shoulders, his eyes soft “Then I’ll believe in you until you can.” He squeezes her shoulders “Calm down.”
They find a small yellow ball, Arcana check, advantage if they are a spell caster.
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
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
A large carriage sits in the middle of town. The back doors are open, revealing all sorts of trinkets and treats. Magic items, sausages, sugar water, car wax, scrap metal, prescription medications, fancy clothes, rare books, everything is here. There are a multitude of places to sit comfortably, such as pillows and bean bag chairs. A little music box sits just inside the vehicle, ever playing in front of an obese golden dragon in a vaguely humanoid shape and fancy clothes. He hums to himself as he lights a cigar and takes a puff.
A large carriage sits in the middle of town. The back doors are open, revealing all sorts of trinkets and treats. Magic items, sausages, sugar water, car wax, scrap metal, prescription medications, fancy clothes, rare books, everything is here. There are a multitude of places to sit comfortably, such as pillows and bean bag chairs. A little music box sits just inside the vehicle, ever playing in front of an obese golden dragon in a vaguely humanoid shape and fancy clothes. He hums to himself as he lights a cigar and takes a puff.
Isaac walks in and examines the scrap metal
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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
A large carriage sits in the middle of town. The back doors are open, revealing all sorts of trinkets and treats. Magic items, sausages, sugar water, car wax, scrap metal, prescription medications, fancy clothes, rare books, everything is here. There are a multitude of places to sit comfortably, such as pillows and bean bag chairs. A little music box sits just inside the vehicle, ever playing in front of an obese golden dragon in a vaguely humanoid shape and fancy clothes. He hums to himself as he lights a cigar and takes a puff.
Isaac walks in and examines the scrap metal
The dragon leans back, blowing out a smoke ring before looking over ay Isaac, red eyes glinting. "Well now, it seems someone has an interest in mechanics. What is it you are looking for? Cars, guns, automatons? Maybe just some sheet metal?" He chuckles. "You name it and I have it waiting just for you. And I can assure you, I am below the average market price for the area. I check before I stop."
A large carriage sits in the middle of town. The back doors are open, revealing all sorts of trinkets and treats. Magic items, sausages, sugar water, car wax, scrap metal, prescription medications, fancy clothes, rare books, everything is here. There are a multitude of places to sit comfortably, such as pillows and bean bag chairs. A little music box sits just inside the vehicle, ever playing in front of an obese golden dragon in a vaguely humanoid shape and fancy clothes. He hums to himself as he lights a cigar and takes a puff.
Isaac walks in and examines the scrap metal
The dragon leans back, blowing out a smoke ring before looking over ay Isaac, red eyes glinting. "Well now, it seems someone has an interest in mechanics. What is it you are looking for? Cars, guns, automatons? Maybe just some sheet metal?" He chuckles. "You name it and I have it waiting just for you. And I can assure you, I am below the average market price for the area. I check before I stop."
"I am not familiar with what a car is but i'll take some of your sheet metal. How much is it per sheet?"
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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
A large carriage sits in the middle of town. The back doors are open, revealing all sorts of trinkets and treats. Magic items, sausages, sugar water, car wax, scrap metal, prescription medications, fancy clothes, rare books, everything is here. There are a multitude of places to sit comfortably, such as pillows and bean bag chairs. A little music box sits just inside the vehicle, ever playing in front of an obese golden dragon in a vaguely humanoid shape and fancy clothes. He hums to himself as he lights a cigar and takes a puff.
Isaac walks in and examines the scrap metal
The dragon leans back, blowing out a smoke ring before looking over ay Isaac, red eyes glinting. "Well now, it seems someone has an interest in mechanics. What is it you are looking for? Cars, guns, automatons? Maybe just some sheet metal?" He chuckles. "You name it and I have it waiting just for you. And I can assure you, I am below the average market price for the area. I check before I stop."
"I am not familiar with what a car is but i'll take some of your sheet metal. How much is it per sheet?"
"The standard stuff is one silver and two copper a sheet. The best steel is twice that. And of course, there's adamant and mithril if those are important to you, but surely 3 and 2 gold respectively is too much for a complicated project. Plus the equipment needed to cut and weld it at all is just as pricey."
A large carriage sits in the middle of town. The back doors are open, revealing all sorts of trinkets and treats. Magic items, sausages, sugar water, car wax, scrap metal, prescription medications, fancy clothes, rare books, everything is here. There are a multitude of places to sit comfortably, such as pillows and bean bag chairs. A little music box sits just inside the vehicle, ever playing in front of an obese golden dragon in a vaguely humanoid shape and fancy clothes. He hums to himself as he lights a cigar and takes a puff.
Isaac walks in and examines the scrap metal
The dragon leans back, blowing out a smoke ring before looking over ay Isaac, red eyes glinting. "Well now, it seems someone has an interest in mechanics. What is it you are looking for? Cars, guns, automatons? Maybe just some sheet metal?" He chuckles. "You name it and I have it waiting just for you. And I can assure you, I am below the average market price for the area. I check before I stop."
"I am not familiar with what a car is but i'll take some of your sheet metal. How much is it per sheet?"
"The standard stuff is one silver and two copper a sheet. The best steel is twice that. And of course, there's adamant and mithril if those are important to you, but surely 3 and 2 gold respectively is too much for a complicated project. Plus the equipment needed to cut and weld it at all is just as pricey."
"I don't need anything fancy. What I'm working on is only a prototype"
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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
"I am not familiar with what a car is but i'll take some of your sheet metal. How much is it per sheet?"
"The standard stuff is one silver and two copper a sheet. The best steel is twice that. And of course, there's adamant and mithril if those are important to you, but surely 3 and 2 gold respectively is too much for a complicated project. Plus the equipment needed to cut and weld it at all is just as pricey."
"I don't need anything fancy. What I'm working on is only a prototype"
"Then it's probably best to go for something cheap and durable. Some basic steel is only 7 copper for a 5ft square sheet. Cheaper than standard, but not garbage. That's still pricey for the lower classes, but tinkerers are skilled laborers, right? You should be making at least a silver a day. You strike me as a more skilled one, so make that 5, plus commissions." He pulls out some metal sheets from behind himself. "So, how much you need?"
"I am not familiar with what a car is but i'll take some of your sheet metal. How much is it per sheet?"
"The standard stuff is one silver and two copper a sheet. The best steel is twice that. And of course, there's adamant and mithril if those are important to you, but surely 3 and 2 gold respectively is too much for a complicated project. Plus the equipment needed to cut and weld it at all is just as pricey."
"I don't need anything fancy. What I'm working on is only a prototype"
"Then it's probably best to go for something cheap and durable. Some basic steel is only 7 copper for a 5ft square sheet. Cheaper than standard, but not garbage. That's still pricey for the lower classes, but tinkerers are skilled laborers, right? You should be making at least a silver a day. You strike me as a more skilled one, so make that 5, plus commissions." He pulls out some metal sheets from behind himself. "So, how much you need?"
He pulls out a coin bag "I'll just take one for now"
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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
"I am not familiar with what a car is but i'll take some of your sheet metal. How much is it per sheet?"
"The standard stuff is one silver and two copper a sheet. The best steel is twice that. And of course, there's adamant and mithril if those are important to you, but surely 3 and 2 gold respectively is too much for a complicated project. Plus the equipment needed to cut and weld it at all is just as pricey."
"I don't need anything fancy. What I'm working on is only a prototype"
"Then it's probably best to go for something cheap and durable. Some basic steel is only 7 copper for a 5ft square sheet. Cheaper than standard, but not garbage. That's still pricey for the lower classes, but tinkerers are skilled laborers, right? You should be making at least a silver a day. You strike me as a more skilled one, so make that 5, plus commissions." He pulls out some metal sheets from behind himself. "So, how much you need?"
He pulls out a coin bag "I'll just take one for now"
"Of course." He passes over a single 5'x5' sheet of mild steel. He's quite large, but not large enough to pass it with one claw. "That will be seven coppers, friend."
*I have an idea but it's a little hard to put down on paper so I'll write it down on here and see if that makes sense.*
*The idea I have is a bard character who grew up in nobility. A child of an heir and his wife who pushed their son to pursue music but we're heavily abusive to said child. The child stayed their with the family until age 19 and then promptly left. He is still a bard but music brings him no joy. In terms of how he acts, I don't want to say psychopath or sociopath but he has a hard time understanding emotions and lashes out when someone doesn't understand him.*
*I have an idea but it's a little hard to put down on paper so I'll write it down on here and see if that makes sense.*
*The idea I have is a bard character who grew up in nobility. A child of an heir and his wife who pushed their son to pursue music but we're heavily abusive to said child. The child stayed their with the family until age 19 and then promptly left. He is still a bard but music brings him no joy. In terms of how he acts, I don't want to say psychopath or sociopath but he has a hard time understanding emotions and lashes out when someone doesn't understand him.*
(I like the concept)
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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
*I have an idea but it's a little hard to put down on paper so I'll write it down on here and see if that makes sense.*
*The idea I have is a bard character who grew up in nobility. A child of an heir and his wife who pushed their son to pursue music but we're heavily abusive to said child. The child stayed their with the family until age 19 and then promptly left. He is still a bard but music brings him no joy. In terms of how he acts, I don't want to say psychopath or sociopath but he has a hard time understanding emotions and lashes out when someone doesn't understand him.*
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
“Of course it is.” He takes his bottle of sake and begins to drink.
He holds their shoulders, his eyes soft “Then I’ll believe in you until you can.” He squeezes her shoulders “Calm down.”
They find a small yellow ball, Arcana check, advantage if they are a spell caster.
(anyone on?)
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 am.*
(hello)
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 am! Wanna go shopping?*
A large carriage sits in the middle of town. The back doors are open, revealing all sorts of trinkets and treats. Magic items, sausages, sugar water, car wax, scrap metal, prescription medications, fancy clothes, rare books, everything is here. There are a multitude of places to sit comfortably, such as pillows and bean bag chairs. A little music box sits just inside the vehicle, ever playing in front of an obese golden dragon in a vaguely humanoid shape and fancy clothes. He hums to himself as he lights a cigar and takes a puff.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Isaac walks in and examines the scrap metal
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
The dragon leans back, blowing out a smoke ring before looking over ay Isaac, red eyes glinting. "Well now, it seems someone has an interest in mechanics. What is it you are looking for? Cars, guns, automatons? Maybe just some sheet metal?" He chuckles. "You name it and I have it waiting just for you. And I can assure you, I am below the average market price for the area. I check before I stop."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I am not familiar with what a car is but i'll take some of your sheet metal. How much is it per sheet?"
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
"The standard stuff is one silver and two copper a sheet. The best steel is twice that. And of course, there's adamant and mithril if those are important to you, but surely 3 and 2 gold respectively is too much for a complicated project. Plus the equipment needed to cut and weld it at all is just as pricey."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Brb!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Back!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I don't need anything fancy. What I'm working on is only a prototype"
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
"Then it's probably best to go for something cheap and durable. Some basic steel is only 7 copper for a 5ft square sheet. Cheaper than standard, but not garbage. That's still pricey for the lower classes, but tinkerers are skilled laborers, right? You should be making at least a silver a day. You strike me as a more skilled one, so make that 5, plus commissions." He pulls out some metal sheets from behind himself. "So, how much you need?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He pulls out a coin bag "I'll just take one for now"
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
"Of course." He passes over a single 5'x5' sheet of mild steel. He's quite large, but not large enough to pass it with one claw. "That will be seven coppers, friend."
*gtg again!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I have an idea but it's a little hard to put down on paper so I'll write it down on here and see if that makes sense.*
*The idea I have is a bard character who grew up in nobility. A child of an heir and his wife who pushed their son to pursue music but we're heavily abusive to said child. The child stayed their with the family until age 19 and then promptly left. He is still a bard but music brings him no joy. In terms of how he acts, I don't want to say psychopath or sociopath but he has a hard time understanding emotions and lashes out when someone doesn't understand 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
(I like the concept)
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
*That sounds pretty fun :>*
(hey Alaric)
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
*hiiii*