Yuri is still working on the cart that is meant to go through town. She is working on building model of what she imagines it would look like, miniature in size but she has put a bit of effort into making it lifelike as possible.
William is sitting outside, enjoying the cooler weather. His cookbook and sketchbook sit beside him, opened each on the first page.
Morgana is growing fields of vegetables for the villagers in the town.
The Larry is watching him from several dozen meters away, concealed in the brush.
Perception: 21
Stealth: 27
He doesn't seem to notice the Larry just yet
The Larry lifts their binoculars to their face hole and tracks William closely, looking for criminal acts.
William just appears to be eating a creme brule while sketching pictures.
The Larry tries to see what he’s drawing.
He appears to be drawing a sketch of the human body, each organ drawn beautifully.
Curious…
Perception: 27
Stealth: 27
He still doesn't seem to notice, but he stands up, packing up his items. He fixes his jacket, humming to himself.
The Larry stealthily follows him, relishing the thrill of the stakeout.
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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.
Yuri is still working on the cart that is meant to go through town. She is working on building model of what she imagines it would look like, miniature in size but she has put a bit of effort into making it lifelike as possible.
William is sitting outside, enjoying the cooler weather. His cookbook and sketchbook sit beside him, opened each on the first page.
Morgana is growing fields of vegetables for the villagers in the town.
The Larry is watching him from several dozen meters away, concealed in the brush.
Perception: 21
Stealth: 27
He doesn't seem to notice the Larry just yet
The Larry lifts their binoculars to their face hole and tracks William closely, looking for criminal acts.
William just appears to be eating a creme brule while sketching pictures.
The Larry tries to see what he’s drawing.
He appears to be drawing a sketch of the human body, each organ drawn beautifully.
Curious…
Perception: 27
Stealth: 27
He still doesn't seem to notice, but he stands up, packing up his items. He fixes his jacket, humming to himself.
The Larry stealthily follows him, relishing the thrill of the stakeout.
He walks back inside the Red Plate, setting his items down on the table.
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, in that case I should probably mention that I'm not technically supposed to be here. The other spirits strongly dislike me because I was originally a very corrupt mortal. They would prefer I did nothing, which would be very easy given that I have about three followers globally. You don't have to do anything for me, but Felix has prayed that I bless your kitchen. I didn't want to spread around vital energy like that without your permission."
He narrows his eyes "I need no blessing. I respect my... friends religion but when a Goddess personally shows up before me, offering a blessing, you can see why I am a little suspicious. It's very rare that God's bless something without asking for something in return, always a quid pro quo."
"I'll be honest, I don't really count as a god. I'm way too weak and lacking in status. I'm just a spirit, and one who likes to cook. But I respect your wishes. I was overjoyed when Felix decided to build a shrine to me, so I wanted to repay you two."
"He is a good man, I would trust him with my life or whatever I live by now." He said and sighed, rubbing his temples "Fine, bless the place." He waved a hand.
She sighs quietly and heads to the kitchen, hanging up little talismans.
While in the kitchen, William and Felix add a d6 to all attack rolls, ability checks, and saving throws. If it's related to cooking, it becomes a d12 instead.
"Well, in that case I should probably mention that I'm not technically supposed to be here. The other spirits strongly dislike me because I was originally a very corrupt mortal. They would prefer I did nothing, which would be very easy given that I have about three followers globally. You don't have to do anything for me, but Felix has prayed that I bless your kitchen. I didn't want to spread around vital energy like that without your permission."
He narrows his eyes "I need no blessing. I respect my... friends religion but when a Goddess personally shows up before me, offering a blessing, you can see why I am a little suspicious. It's very rare that God's bless something without asking for something in return, always a quid pro quo."
"I'll be honest, I don't really count as a god. I'm way too weak and lacking in status. I'm just a spirit, and one who likes to cook. But I respect your wishes. I was overjoyed when Felix decided to build a shrine to me, so I wanted to repay you two."
"He is a good man, I would trust him with my life or whatever I live by now." He said and sighed, rubbing his temples "Fine, bless the place." He waved a hand.
She sighs quietly and heads to the kitchen, hanging up little talismans.
While in the kitchen, William and Felix add a d6 to all attack rolls, ability checks, and saving throws. If it's related to cooking, it becomes a d12 instead.
He watches with cold eyes, head tilted to the side.
Yuri is still working on the cart that is meant to go through town. She is working on building model of what she imagines it would look like, miniature in size but she has put a bit of effort into making it lifelike as possible.
William is sitting outside, enjoying the cooler weather. His cookbook and sketchbook sit beside him, opened each on the first page.
Morgana is growing fields of vegetables for the villagers in the town.
The Larry is watching him from several dozen meters away, concealed in the brush.
Perception: 21
Stealth: 27
He doesn't seem to notice the Larry just yet
The Larry lifts their binoculars to their face hole and tracks William closely, looking for criminal acts.
William just appears to be eating a creme brule while sketching pictures.
The Larry tries to see what he’s drawing.
He appears to be drawing a sketch of the human body, each organ drawn beautifully.
Curious…
Perception: 27
Stealth: 27
He still doesn't seem to notice, but he stands up, packing up his items. He fixes his jacket, humming to himself.
The Larry stealthily follows him, relishing the thrill of the stakeout.
He walks back inside the Red Plate, setting his items down on the table.
The Larry heads to the window, taking a faceless, pale rabbit’s corpse out of their coat and filling it with some of their krill. It hops to the window and watches William.
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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.
Yuri is still working on the cart that is meant to go through town. She is working on building model of what she imagines it would look like, miniature in size but she has put a bit of effort into making it lifelike as possible.
William is sitting outside, enjoying the cooler weather. His cookbook and sketchbook sit beside him, opened each on the first page.
Morgana is growing fields of vegetables for the villagers in the town.
The Larry is watching him from several dozen meters away, concealed in the brush.
Perception: 21
Stealth: 27
He doesn't seem to notice the Larry just yet
The Larry lifts their binoculars to their face hole and tracks William closely, looking for criminal acts.
William just appears to be eating a creme brule while sketching pictures.
The Larry tries to see what he’s drawing.
He appears to be drawing a sketch of the human body, each organ drawn beautifully.
Curious…
Perception: 27
Stealth: 27
He still doesn't seem to notice, but he stands up, packing up his items. He fixes his jacket, humming to himself.
The Larry stealthily follows him, relishing the thrill of the stakeout.
He walks back inside the Red Plate, setting his items down on the table.
The Larry heads to the window, taking a faceless, pale rabbit’s corpse out of their coat and filling it with some of their krill. It hops to the window and watches William.
He is opening a cookbook, reading through it quietly.
Perception (This man is never going find The Larry): 24
Yuri is still working on the cart that is meant to go through town. She is working on building model of what she imagines it would look like, miniature in size but she has put a bit of effort into making it lifelike as possible.
William is sitting outside, enjoying the cooler weather. His cookbook and sketchbook sit beside him, opened each on the first page.
Morgana is growing fields of vegetables for the villagers in the town.
The Larry is watching him from several dozen meters away, concealed in the brush.
Perception: 21
Stealth: 27
He doesn't seem to notice the Larry just yet
The Larry lifts their binoculars to their face hole and tracks William closely, looking for criminal acts.
William just appears to be eating a creme brule while sketching pictures.
The Larry tries to see what he’s drawing.
He appears to be drawing a sketch of the human body, each organ drawn beautifully.
Curious…
Perception: 27
Stealth: 27
He still doesn't seem to notice, but he stands up, packing up his items. He fixes his jacket, humming to himself.
The Larry stealthily follows him, relishing the thrill of the stakeout.
He walks back inside the Red Plate, setting his items down on the table.
The Larry heads to the window, taking a faceless, pale rabbit’s corpse out of their coat and filling it with some of their krill. It hops to the window and watches William.
He is opening a cookbook, reading through it quietly.
Perception (This man is never going find The Larry): 28
*he might find Lagolarry tho*
19
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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.
"Well, in that case I should probably mention that I'm not technically supposed to be here. The other spirits strongly dislike me because I was originally a very corrupt mortal. They would prefer I did nothing, which would be very easy given that I have about three followers globally. You don't have to do anything for me, but Felix has prayed that I bless your kitchen. I didn't want to spread around vital energy like that without your permission."
He narrows his eyes "I need no blessing. I respect my... friends religion but when a Goddess personally shows up before me, offering a blessing, you can see why I am a little suspicious. It's very rare that God's bless something without asking for something in return, always a quid pro quo."
"I'll be honest, I don't really count as a god. I'm way too weak and lacking in status. I'm just a spirit, and one who likes to cook. But I respect your wishes. I was overjoyed when Felix decided to build a shrine to me, so I wanted to repay you two."
"He is a good man, I would trust him with my life or whatever I live by now." He said and sighed, rubbing his temples "Fine, bless the place." He waved a hand.
She sighs quietly and heads to the kitchen, hanging up little talismans.
While in the kitchen, William and Felix add a d6 to all attack rolls, ability checks, and saving throws. If it's related to cooking, it becomes a d12 instead.
He watches with cold eyes, head tilted to the side.
When she finishes, she crawls into the oven and pulls it shut behind her. She's far too, er, chunky to normally fit, but it seems to work just fine. If he were to open the oven, he would find that it's empty.
Yuri is still working on the cart that is meant to go through town. She is working on building model of what she imagines it would look like, miniature in size but she has put a bit of effort into making it lifelike as possible.
William is sitting outside, enjoying the cooler weather. His cookbook and sketchbook sit beside him, opened each on the first page.
Morgana is growing fields of vegetables for the villagers in the town.
The Larry is watching him from several dozen meters away, concealed in the brush.
Perception: 21
Stealth: 27
He doesn't seem to notice the Larry just yet
The Larry lifts their binoculars to their face hole and tracks William closely, looking for criminal acts.
William just appears to be eating a creme brule while sketching pictures.
The Larry tries to see what he’s drawing.
He appears to be drawing a sketch of the human body, each organ drawn beautifully.
Curious…
Perception: 27
Stealth: 27
He still doesn't seem to notice, but he stands up, packing up his items. He fixes his jacket, humming to himself.
The Larry stealthily follows him, relishing the thrill of the stakeout.
He walks back inside the Red Plate, setting his items down on the table.
The Larry heads to the window, taking a faceless, pale rabbit’s corpse out of their coat and filling it with some of their krill. It hops to the window and watches William.
He is opening a cookbook, reading through it quietly.
Perception (This man is never going find The Larry): 28
*he might find Lagolarry tho*
8
The rustling at the window alerts him and he snaps his head around. He shits the book closed and produces his gutting knife, stepping outside "I thought I told you to leave." He snarls.
Yuri is still working on the cart that is meant to go through town. She is working on building model of what she imagines it would look like, miniature in size but she has put a bit of effort into making it lifelike as possible.
William is sitting outside, enjoying the cooler weather. His cookbook and sketchbook sit beside him, opened each on the first page.
Morgana is growing fields of vegetables for the villagers in the town.
The Larry is watching him from several dozen meters away, concealed in the brush.
Perception: 21
Stealth: 27
He doesn't seem to notice the Larry just yet
The Larry lifts their binoculars to their face hole and tracks William closely, looking for criminal acts.
William just appears to be eating a creme brule while sketching pictures.
The Larry tries to see what he’s drawing.
He appears to be drawing a sketch of the human body, each organ drawn beautifully.
Curious…
Perception: 27
Stealth: 27
He still doesn't seem to notice, but he stands up, packing up his items. He fixes his jacket, humming to himself.
The Larry stealthily follows him, relishing the thrill of the stakeout.
He walks back inside the Red Plate, setting his items down on the table.
The Larry heads to the window, taking a faceless, pale rabbit’s corpse out of their coat and filling it with some of their krill. It hops to the window and watches William.
He is opening a cookbook, reading through it quietly.
Perception (This man is never going find The Larry): 28
*he might find Lagolarry tho*
8
The rustling at the window alerts him and he snaps his head around. He shits the book closed and produces his gutting knife, stepping outside "I thought I told you to leave." He snarls.
While Larry is hidden completely out of view, Lagolarry has no cover. Only bearing the physique of a rabbit, they attempt to escape, taking the Dash action and running almost 70 feet away.
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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.
"Well, in that case I should probably mention that I'm not technically supposed to be here. The other spirits strongly dislike me because I was originally a very corrupt mortal. They would prefer I did nothing, which would be very easy given that I have about three followers globally. You don't have to do anything for me, but Felix has prayed that I bless your kitchen. I didn't want to spread around vital energy like that without your permission."
He narrows his eyes "I need no blessing. I respect my... friends religion but when a Goddess personally shows up before me, offering a blessing, you can see why I am a little suspicious. It's very rare that God's bless something without asking for something in return, always a quid pro quo."
"I'll be honest, I don't really count as a god. I'm way too weak and lacking in status. I'm just a spirit, and one who likes to cook. But I respect your wishes. I was overjoyed when Felix decided to build a shrine to me, so I wanted to repay you two."
"He is a good man, I would trust him with my life or whatever I live by now." He said and sighed, rubbing his temples "Fine, bless the place." He waved a hand.
She sighs quietly and heads to the kitchen, hanging up little talismans.
While in the kitchen, William and Felix add a d6 to all attack rolls, ability checks, and saving throws. If it's related to cooking, it becomes a d12 instead.
He watches with cold eyes, head tilted to the side.
When she finishes, she crawls into the oven and pulls it shut behind her. She's far too, er, chunky to normally fit, but it seems to work just fine. If he were to open the oven, he would find that it's empty.
"Well, in that case I should probably mention that I'm not technically supposed to be here. The other spirits strongly dislike me because I was originally a very corrupt mortal. They would prefer I did nothing, which would be very easy given that I have about three followers globally. You don't have to do anything for me, but Felix has prayed that I bless your kitchen. I didn't want to spread around vital energy like that without your permission."
He narrows his eyes "I need no blessing. I respect my... friends religion but when a Goddess personally shows up before me, offering a blessing, you can see why I am a little suspicious. It's very rare that God's bless something without asking for something in return, always a quid pro quo."
"I'll be honest, I don't really count as a god. I'm way too weak and lacking in status. I'm just a spirit, and one who likes to cook. But I respect your wishes. I was overjoyed when Felix decided to build a shrine to me, so I wanted to repay you two."
"He is a good man, I would trust him with my life or whatever I live by now." He said and sighed, rubbing his temples "Fine, bless the place." He waved a hand.
She sighs quietly and heads to the kitchen, hanging up little talismans.
While in the kitchen, William and Felix add a d6 to all attack rolls, ability checks, and saving throws. If it's related to cooking, it becomes a d12 instead.
He watches with cold eyes, head tilted to the side.
When she finishes, she crawls into the oven and pulls it shut behind her. She's far too, er, chunky to normally fit, but it seems to work just fine. If he were to open the oven, he would find that it's empty.
Yuri is still working on the cart that is meant to go through town. She is working on building model of what she imagines it would look like, miniature in size but she has put a bit of effort into making it lifelike as possible.
William is sitting outside, enjoying the cooler weather. His cookbook and sketchbook sit beside him, opened each on the first page.
Morgana is growing fields of vegetables for the villagers in the town.
The Larry is watching him from several dozen meters away, concealed in the brush.
Perception: 21
Stealth: 27
He doesn't seem to notice the Larry just yet
The Larry lifts their binoculars to their face hole and tracks William closely, looking for criminal acts.
William just appears to be eating a creme brule while sketching pictures.
The Larry tries to see what he’s drawing.
He appears to be drawing a sketch of the human body, each organ drawn beautifully.
Curious…
Perception: 27
Stealth: 27
He still doesn't seem to notice, but he stands up, packing up his items. He fixes his jacket, humming to himself.
The Larry stealthily follows him, relishing the thrill of the stakeout.
He walks back inside the Red Plate, setting his items down on the table.
The Larry heads to the window, taking a faceless, pale rabbit’s corpse out of their coat and filling it with some of their krill. It hops to the window and watches William.
He is opening a cookbook, reading through it quietly.
Perception (This man is never going find The Larry): 28
*he might find Lagolarry tho*
8
The rustling at the window alerts him and he snaps his head around. He shits the book closed and produces his gutting knife, stepping outside "I thought I told you to leave." He snarls.
While Larry is hidden completely out of view, Lagolarry has no cover. Only bearing the physique of a rabbit, they attempt to escape, taking the Dash action and running almost 70 feet away.
He snarls, his body rapidly shaking and rotting. He runs after it, 60 ft per turn, his claws sharpened and ready.
"Well, in that case I should probably mention that I'm not technically supposed to be here. The other spirits strongly dislike me because I was originally a very corrupt mortal. They would prefer I did nothing, which would be very easy given that I have about three followers globally. You don't have to do anything for me, but Felix has prayed that I bless your kitchen. I didn't want to spread around vital energy like that without your permission."
He narrows his eyes "I need no blessing. I respect my... friends religion but when a Goddess personally shows up before me, offering a blessing, you can see why I am a little suspicious. It's very rare that God's bless something without asking for something in return, always a quid pro quo."
"I'll be honest, I don't really count as a god. I'm way too weak and lacking in status. I'm just a spirit, and one who likes to cook. But I respect your wishes. I was overjoyed when Felix decided to build a shrine to me, so I wanted to repay you two."
"He is a good man, I would trust him with my life or whatever I live by now." He said and sighed, rubbing his temples "Fine, bless the place." He waved a hand.
She sighs quietly and heads to the kitchen, hanging up little talismans.
While in the kitchen, William and Felix add a d6 to all attack rolls, ability checks, and saving throws. If it's related to cooking, it becomes a d12 instead.
He watches with cold eyes, head tilted to the side.
When she finishes, she crawls into the oven and pulls it shut behind her. She's far too, er, chunky to normally fit, but it seems to work just fine. If he were to open the oven, he would find that it's empty.
*The fastest interaction we've done.*
*Wow!*
*Do you wanna hear something stupid I'm think of doing?*
Yuri is still working on the cart that is meant to go through town. She is working on building model of what she imagines it would look like, miniature in size but she has put a bit of effort into making it lifelike as possible.
William is sitting outside, enjoying the cooler weather. His cookbook and sketchbook sit beside him, opened each on the first page.
Morgana is growing fields of vegetables for the villagers in the town.
The Larry is watching him from several dozen meters away, concealed in the brush.
Perception: 21
Stealth: 27
He doesn't seem to notice the Larry just yet
The Larry lifts their binoculars to their face hole and tracks William closely, looking for criminal acts.
William just appears to be eating a creme brule while sketching pictures.
The Larry tries to see what he’s drawing.
He appears to be drawing a sketch of the human body, each organ drawn beautifully.
Curious…
Perception: 27
Stealth: 27
He still doesn't seem to notice, but he stands up, packing up his items. He fixes his jacket, humming to himself.
The Larry stealthily follows him, relishing the thrill of the stakeout.
He walks back inside the Red Plate, setting his items down on the table.
The Larry heads to the window, taking a faceless, pale rabbit’s corpse out of their coat and filling it with some of their krill. It hops to the window and watches William.
He is opening a cookbook, reading through it quietly.
Perception (This man is never going find The Larry): 28
*he might find Lagolarry tho*
8
The rustling at the window alerts him and he snaps his head around. He shits the book closed and produces his gutting knife, stepping outside "I thought I told you to leave." He snarls.
While Larry is hidden completely out of view, Lagolarry has no cover. Only bearing the physique of a rabbit, they attempt to escape, taking the Dash action and running almost 70 feet away.
He snarls, his body rapidly shaking and rotting. He runs after it, 60 ft per turn, his claws sharpened and ready.
They continue running, while the Larry watches this closely and jots down this new development.
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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.
"Well, in that case I should probably mention that I'm not technically supposed to be here. The other spirits strongly dislike me because I was originally a very corrupt mortal. They would prefer I did nothing, which would be very easy given that I have about three followers globally. You don't have to do anything for me, but Felix has prayed that I bless your kitchen. I didn't want to spread around vital energy like that without your permission."
He narrows his eyes "I need no blessing. I respect my... friends religion but when a Goddess personally shows up before me, offering a blessing, you can see why I am a little suspicious. It's very rare that God's bless something without asking for something in return, always a quid pro quo."
"I'll be honest, I don't really count as a god. I'm way too weak and lacking in status. I'm just a spirit, and one who likes to cook. But I respect your wishes. I was overjoyed when Felix decided to build a shrine to me, so I wanted to repay you two."
"He is a good man, I would trust him with my life or whatever I live by now." He said and sighed, rubbing his temples "Fine, bless the place." He waved a hand.
She sighs quietly and heads to the kitchen, hanging up little talismans.
While in the kitchen, William and Felix add a d6 to all attack rolls, ability checks, and saving throws. If it's related to cooking, it becomes a d12 instead.
He watches with cold eyes, head tilted to the side.
When she finishes, she crawls into the oven and pulls it shut behind her. She's far too, er, chunky to normally fit, but it seems to work just fine. If he were to open the oven, he would find that it's empty.
*The fastest interaction we've done.*
*Wow!*
*Do you wanna hear something stupid I'm think of doing?*
* t e l l *
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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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The Larry stealthily follows him, relishing the thrill of the stakeout.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Yuri, Samaritan, Donn, William, Morgana*
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
He walks back inside the Red Plate, setting his items down on the table.
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
(who is samaritan?)
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
She sighs quietly and heads to the kitchen, hanging up little talismans.
While in the kitchen, William and Felix add a d6 to all attack rolls, ability checks, and saving throws. If it's related to cooking, it becomes a d12 instead.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*A Dungeon Crawler who is a trail Protector.*
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
He watches with cold eyes, head tilted to the side.
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 Larry heads to the window, taking a faceless, pale rabbit’s corpse out of their coat and filling it with some of their krill. It hops to the window and watches William.
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 is opening a cookbook, reading through it quietly.
Perception (This man is never going find The Larry): 24
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
*he might find Lagolarry tho*
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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.
When she finishes, she crawls into the oven and pulls it shut behind her. She's far too, er, chunky to normally fit, but it seems to work just fine. If he were to open the oven, he would find that it's empty.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The rustling at the window alerts him and he snaps his head around. He shits the book closed and produces his gutting knife, stepping outside "I thought I told you to leave." He snarls.
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
While Larry is hidden completely out of view, Lagolarry has no cover. Only bearing the physique of a rabbit, they attempt to escape, taking the Dash action and running almost 70 feet away.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*The fastest interaction we've done.*
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
*Wow!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He snarls, his body rapidly shaking and rotting. He runs after it, 60 ft per turn, his claws sharpened and ready.
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
*Do you wanna hear something stupid I'm think of doing?*
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
*Sure!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They continue running, while the Larry watches this closely and jots down this new development.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
* t e l l *
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.