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
Scott is in a trance, standing in the middle of the woods, gripping his book. His shirt is slightly stained with blood, and his upper lip is bleeding. His eyes look dull, unlike their nervous blue that darts around constantly.
The coffee shop has reopened, Madre having opened it back up for business. She and her bird familars, alongside her pixies, are already serving customers enchanted lattes and witches brew coffee.
William is working in his kitchen alongside his unseen servants and automated staff. It is bustling, people moving around with ease, cleaning dishes, carrying out food, prepping meals, etc.
Scott is in a trance, standing in the middle of the woods, gripping his book. His shirt is slightly stained with blood, and his upper lip is bleeding. His eyes look dull, unlike their nervous blue that darts around constantly.
A man built like a sumo wrestler walks toward him with purpose, sticks and leaves hanging off of him in a way that is far from intentional, striking an inspiring pose as his dull orange longcoat blows in the wind like a cape. He wears a crude, cylindrical helmet that looks more constraining than protective, his too-long dark hair getting in his big, innocent eyes. Under his coat he wears a poor facsimile of a super hero costume, not nearly form-fitting or recognizable enough to really emulate the heroes of old. His "symbol" seems to be a heart protected by a shield, which seems all well and good but doesn't really fit the vibe that the shackles around his neck and wrists gives off.
Overall, he looks like a wannabe who just escaped from prison.
"Citizen! You seem to be injured! Do you require assistance?" His voice is deep and well-trained, booming through the local woods. He drips with confidence and a sort of heroic candor that you only see in Saturday-morning cartoons.
Scott is in a trance, standing in the middle of the woods, gripping his book. His shirt is slightly stained with blood, and his upper lip is bleeding. His eyes look dull, unlike their nervous blue that darts around constantly.
The coffee shop has reopened, Madre having opened it back up for business. She and her bird familars, alongside her pixies, are already serving customers enchanted lattes and witches brew coffee.
William is working in his kitchen alongside his unseen servants and automated staff. It is bustling, people moving around with ease, cleaning dishes, carrying out food, prepping meals, etc.
Theren walks in, looking around the place. "Hm...never seen this place before..."
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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.
Scott is in a trance, standing in the middle of the woods, gripping his book. His shirt is slightly stained with blood, and his upper lip is bleeding. His eyes look dull, unlike their nervous blue that darts around constantly.
A man built like a sumo wrestler walks toward him with purpose, sticks and leaves hanging off of him in a way that is far from intentional, striking an inspiring pose as his dull orange longcoat blows in the wind like a cape. He wears a crude, cylindrical helmet that looks more constraining than protective, his too-long dark hair getting in his big, innocent eyes. Under his coat he wears a poor facsimile of a super hero costume, not nearly form-fitting or recognizable enough to really emulate the heroes of old. His "symbol" seems to be a heart protected by a shield, which seems all well and good but doesn't really fit the vibe that the shackles around his neck and wrists gives off.
Overall, he looks like a wannabe who just escaped from prison.
"Citizen! You seem to be injured! Do you require assistance?" His voice is deep and well-trained, booming through the local woods. He drips with confidence and a sort of heroic candor that you only see in Saturday-morning cartoons.
Scott snaps his head to the side and tilts his head. His voice doesn't sound like his own, deep and vibrating with a female tone to it "My vessel and me are just having a chat." it says.
Scott is in a trance, standing in the middle of the woods, gripping his book. His shirt is slightly stained with blood, and his upper lip is bleeding. His eyes look dull, unlike their nervous blue that darts around constantly.
The coffee shop has reopened, Madre having opened it back up for business. She and her bird familars, alongside her pixies, are already serving customers enchanted lattes and witches brew coffee.
William is working in his kitchen alongside his unseen servants and automated staff. It is bustling, people moving around with ease, cleaning dishes, carrying out food, prepping meals, etc.
Theren walks in, looking around the place. "Hm...never seen this place before..."
A very very tall woman, dressed in all black, looks over. She has a large black sunhat covering her face, her clawed fingers tapping against the counter. "Hello there..." She grumbles.
Scott is in a trance, standing in the middle of the woods, gripping his book. His shirt is slightly stained with blood, and his upper lip is bleeding. His eyes look dull, unlike their nervous blue that darts around constantly.
The coffee shop has reopened, Madre having opened it back up for business. She and her bird familars, alongside her pixies, are already serving customers enchanted lattes and witches brew coffee.
William is working in his kitchen alongside his unseen servants and automated staff. It is bustling, people moving around with ease, cleaning dishes, carrying out food, prepping meals, etc.
Theren walks in, looking around the place. "Hm...never seen this place before..."
A very very tall woman, dressed in all black, looks over. She has a large black sunhat covering her face, her clawed fingers tapping against the counter. "Hello there..." She grumbles.
*Guh. tall woman.*
Theren looks up at her. "Oh, uhm, hi."
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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.
Scott is in a trance, standing in the middle of the woods, gripping his book. His shirt is slightly stained with blood, and his upper lip is bleeding. His eyes look dull, unlike their nervous blue that darts around constantly.
The coffee shop has reopened, Madre having opened it back up for business. She and her bird familars, alongside her pixies, are already serving customers enchanted lattes and witches brew coffee.
William is working in his kitchen alongside his unseen servants and automated staff. It is bustling, people moving around with ease, cleaning dishes, carrying out food, prepping meals, etc.
Theren walks in, looking around the place. "Hm...never seen this place before..."
A very very tall woman, dressed in all black, looks over. She has a large black sunhat covering her face, her clawed fingers tapping against the counter. "Hello there..." She grumbles.
*Guh. tall woman.*
Theren looks up at her. "Oh, uhm, hi."
"What do you want." She hisses, pointing a single clawed finger at him. She makes no effort to hide her disdain.
Scott is in a trance, standing in the middle of the woods, gripping his book. His shirt is slightly stained with blood, and his upper lip is bleeding. His eyes look dull, unlike their nervous blue that darts around constantly.
The coffee shop has reopened, Madre having opened it back up for business. She and her bird familars, alongside her pixies, are already serving customers enchanted lattes and witches brew coffee.
William is working in his kitchen alongside his unseen servants and automated staff. It is bustling, people moving around with ease, cleaning dishes, carrying out food, prepping meals, etc.
Theren walks in, looking around the place. "Hm...never seen this place before..."
A very very tall woman, dressed in all black, looks over. She has a large black sunhat covering her face, her clawed fingers tapping against the counter. "Hello there..." She grumbles.
*Guh. tall woman.*
Theren looks up at her. "Oh, uhm, hi."
"What do you want." She hisses, pointing a single clawed finger at him. She makes no effort to hide her disdain.
"Coffee? If its not a problem?"
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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.
Scott is in a trance, standing in the middle of the woods, gripping his book. His shirt is slightly stained with blood, and his upper lip is bleeding. His eyes look dull, unlike their nervous blue that darts around constantly.
The coffee shop has reopened, Madre having opened it back up for business. She and her bird familars, alongside her pixies, are already serving customers enchanted lattes and witches brew coffee.
William is working in his kitchen alongside his unseen servants and automated staff. It is bustling, people moving around with ease, cleaning dishes, carrying out food, prepping meals, etc.
Theren walks in, looking around the place. "Hm...never seen this place before..."
A very very tall woman, dressed in all black, looks over. She has a large black sunhat covering her face, her clawed fingers tapping against the counter. "Hello there..." She grumbles.
*Guh. tall woman.*
Theren looks up at her. "Oh, uhm, hi."
"What do you want." She hisses, pointing a single clawed finger at him. She makes no effort to hide her disdain.
"Coffee? If its not a problem?"
She looks ready to rip his eyes out but sighs, grumbling. One of her pixies begins to make a cup of coffee.
Scott is in a trance, standing in the middle of the woods, gripping his book. His shirt is slightly stained with blood, and his upper lip is bleeding. His eyes look dull, unlike their nervous blue that darts around constantly.
The coffee shop has reopened, Madre having opened it back up for business. She and her bird familars, alongside her pixies, are already serving customers enchanted lattes and witches brew coffee.
William is working in his kitchen alongside his unseen servants and automated staff. It is bustling, people moving around with ease, cleaning dishes, carrying out food, prepping meals, etc.
Theren walks in, looking around the place. "Hm...never seen this place before..."
A very very tall woman, dressed in all black, looks over. She has a large black sunhat covering her face, her clawed fingers tapping against the counter. "Hello there..." She grumbles.
*Guh. tall woman.*
Theren looks up at her. "Oh, uhm, hi."
"What do you want." She hisses, pointing a single clawed finger at him. She makes no effort to hide her disdain.
"Coffee? If its not a problem?"
She looks ready to rip his eyes out but sighs, grumbling. One of her pixies begins to make a cup of coffee.
Theren looks slightly afraid. "I-i'm sorry if I've done anything to offend you ma'am."
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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.
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
Scott is in a trance, standing in the middle of the woods, gripping his book. His shirt is slightly stained with blood, and his upper lip is bleeding. His eyes look dull, unlike their nervous blue that darts around constantly.
A man built like a sumo wrestler walks toward him with purpose, sticks and leaves hanging off of him in a way that is far from intentional, striking an inspiring pose as his dull orange longcoat blows in the wind like a cape. He wears a crude, cylindrical helmet that looks more constraining than protective, his too-long dark hair getting in his big, innocent eyes. Under his coat he wears a poor facsimile of a super hero costume, not nearly form-fitting or recognizable enough to really emulate the heroes of old. His "symbol" seems to be a heart protected by a shield, which seems all well and good but doesn't really fit the vibe that the shackles around his neck and wrists gives off.
Overall, he looks like a wannabe who just escaped from prison.
"Citizen! You seem to be injured! Do you require assistance?" His voice is deep and well-trained, booming through the local woods. He drips with confidence and a sort of heroic candor that you only see in Saturday-morning cartoons.
Scott snaps his head to the side and tilts his head. His voice doesn't sound like his own, deep and vibrating with a female tone to it "My vessel and me are just having a chat." it says.
"Yes, but even minor injuries should be treated to avoid infection! You have lost much blood, and it's important to avoid spreading blood-borne diseases to others!" He reaches into his dirty coat and pulls out some ointment and a band-aid. "You may resume for conversation in a moment, but safety comes first! Tell me, is your vessel a hemophile? This is much blood for such a small injury!"
Scott is in a trance, standing in the middle of the woods, gripping his book. His shirt is slightly stained with blood, and his upper lip is bleeding. His eyes look dull, unlike their nervous blue that darts around constantly.
The coffee shop has reopened, Madre having opened it back up for business. She and her bird familars, alongside her pixies, are already serving customers enchanted lattes and witches brew coffee.
William is working in his kitchen alongside his unseen servants and automated staff. It is bustling, people moving around with ease, cleaning dishes, carrying out food, prepping meals, etc.
Loriche isn’t very far away from Scott’s location, working on fixing her wakizashi. However, her campsite is surrounded by traps.
Mauric absentmindedly enters the coffee shop.
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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.
Scott is in a trance, standing in the middle of the woods, gripping his book. His shirt is slightly stained with blood, and his upper lip is bleeding. His eyes look dull, unlike their nervous blue that darts around constantly.
The coffee shop has reopened, Madre having opened it back up for business. She and her bird familars, alongside her pixies, are already serving customers enchanted lattes and witches brew coffee.
William is working in his kitchen alongside his unseen servants and automated staff. It is bustling, people moving around with ease, cleaning dishes, carrying out food, prepping meals, etc.
Theren walks in, looking around the place. "Hm...never seen this place before..."
A very very tall woman, dressed in all black, looks over. She has a large black sunhat covering her face, her clawed fingers tapping against the counter. "Hello there..." She grumbles.
*Guh. tall woman.*
Theren looks up at her. "Oh, uhm, hi."
"What do you want." She hisses, pointing a single clawed finger at him. She makes no effort to hide her disdain.
"Coffee? If its not a problem?"
She looks ready to rip his eyes out but sighs, grumbling. One of her pixies begins to make a cup of coffee.
Theren looks slightly afraid. "I-i'm sorry if I've done anything to offend you ma'am."
"Your kind has done everything to offend me. Every man out there." She snarls.
Scott is in a trance, standing in the middle of the woods, gripping his book. His shirt is slightly stained with blood, and his upper lip is bleeding. His eyes look dull, unlike their nervous blue that darts around constantly.
A man built like a sumo wrestler walks toward him with purpose, sticks and leaves hanging off of him in a way that is far from intentional, striking an inspiring pose as his dull orange longcoat blows in the wind like a cape. He wears a crude, cylindrical helmet that looks more constraining than protective, his too-long dark hair getting in his big, innocent eyes. Under his coat he wears a poor facsimile of a super hero costume, not nearly form-fitting or recognizable enough to really emulate the heroes of old. His "symbol" seems to be a heart protected by a shield, which seems all well and good but doesn't really fit the vibe that the shackles around his neck and wrists gives off.
Overall, he looks like a wannabe who just escaped from prison.
"Citizen! You seem to be injured! Do you require assistance?" His voice is deep and well-trained, booming through the local woods. He drips with confidence and a sort of heroic candor that you only see in Saturday-morning cartoons.
Scott snaps his head to the side and tilts his head. His voice doesn't sound like his own, deep and vibrating with a female tone to it "My vessel and me are just having a chat." it says.
"Yes, but even minor injuries should be treated to avoid infection! You have lost much blood, and it's important to avoid spreading blood-borne diseases to others!" He reaches into his dirty coat and pulls out some ointment and a band-aid. "You may resume for conversation in a moment, but safety comes first! Tell me, is your vessel a hemophile? This is much blood for such a small injury!"
The body jerks back like it's being guided with strings. "Do not touch him, he is meant to write a great story so I am no longer trapped on the plane of words." It hisses.
Scott is in a trance, standing in the middle of the woods, gripping his book. His shirt is slightly stained with blood, and his upper lip is bleeding. His eyes look dull, unlike their nervous blue that darts around constantly.
The coffee shop has reopened, Madre having opened it back up for business. She and her bird familars, alongside her pixies, are already serving customers enchanted lattes and witches brew coffee.
William is working in his kitchen alongside his unseen servants and automated staff. It is bustling, people moving around with ease, cleaning dishes, carrying out food, prepping meals, etc.
Theren walks in, looking around the place. "Hm...never seen this place before..."
A very very tall woman, dressed in all black, looks over. She has a large black sunhat covering her face, her clawed fingers tapping against the counter. "Hello there..." She grumbles.
*Guh. tall woman.*
Theren looks up at her. "Oh, uhm, hi."
"What do you want." She hisses, pointing a single clawed finger at him. She makes no effort to hide her disdain.
"Coffee? If its not a problem?"
She looks ready to rip his eyes out but sighs, grumbling. One of her pixies begins to make a cup of coffee.
Theren looks slightly afraid. "I-i'm sorry if I've done anything to offend you ma'am."
"Your kind has done everything to offend me. Every man out there." She snarls.
"H-half-elves?" he asks, confused.
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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.
Scott is in a trance, standing in the middle of the woods, gripping his book. His shirt is slightly stained with blood, and his upper lip is bleeding. His eyes look dull, unlike their nervous blue that darts around constantly.
The coffee shop has reopened, Madre having opened it back up for business. She and her bird familars, alongside her pixies, are already serving customers enchanted lattes and witches brew coffee.
William is working in his kitchen alongside his unseen servants and automated staff. It is bustling, people moving around with ease, cleaning dishes, carrying out food, prepping meals, etc.
Loriche isn’t very far away from Scott’s location, working on fixing her wakizashi. However, her campsite is surrounded by traps.
Mauric absentmindedly enters the coffee shop.
Scott, while being controlled, ends up in a trap most likely.
Scott is in a trance, standing in the middle of the woods, gripping his book. His shirt is slightly stained with blood, and his upper lip is bleeding. His eyes look dull, unlike their nervous blue that darts around constantly.
The coffee shop has reopened, Madre having opened it back up for business. She and her bird familars, alongside her pixies, are already serving customers enchanted lattes and witches brew coffee.
William is working in his kitchen alongside his unseen servants and automated staff. It is bustling, people moving around with ease, cleaning dishes, carrying out food, prepping meals, etc.
Theren walks in, looking around the place. "Hm...never seen this place before..."
A very very tall woman, dressed in all black, looks over. She has a large black sunhat covering her face, her clawed fingers tapping against the counter. "Hello there..." She grumbles.
*Guh. tall woman.*
Theren looks up at her. "Oh, uhm, hi."
"What do you want." She hisses, pointing a single clawed finger at him. She makes no effort to hide her disdain.
"Coffee? If its not a problem?"
She looks ready to rip his eyes out but sighs, grumbling. One of her pixies begins to make a cup of coffee.
Theren looks slightly afraid. "I-i'm sorry if I've done anything to offend you ma'am."
"Your kind has done everything to offend me. Every man out there." She snarls.
"I have done the same thing"
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
Scott is in a trance, standing in the middle of the woods, gripping his book. His shirt is slightly stained with blood, and his upper lip is bleeding. His eyes look dull, unlike their nervous blue that darts around constantly.
The coffee shop has reopened, Madre having opened it back up for business. She and her bird familars, alongside her pixies, are already serving customers enchanted lattes and witches brew coffee.
William is working in his kitchen alongside his unseen servants and automated staff. It is bustling, people moving around with ease, cleaning dishes, carrying out food, prepping meals, etc.
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
A man built like a sumo wrestler walks toward him with purpose, sticks and leaves hanging off of him in a way that is far from intentional, striking an inspiring pose as his dull orange longcoat blows in the wind like a cape. He wears a crude, cylindrical helmet that looks more constraining than protective, his too-long dark hair getting in his big, innocent eyes. Under his coat he wears a poor facsimile of a super hero costume, not nearly form-fitting or recognizable enough to really emulate the heroes of old. His "symbol" seems to be a heart protected by a shield, which seems all well and good but doesn't really fit the vibe that the shackles around his neck and wrists gives off.
Overall, he looks like a wannabe who just escaped from prison.
"Citizen! You seem to be injured! Do you require assistance?" His voice is deep and well-trained, booming through the local woods. He drips with confidence and a sort of heroic candor that you only see in Saturday-morning cartoons.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Theren walks in, looking around the place. "Hm...never seen this place before..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Scott snaps his head to the side and tilts his head. His voice doesn't sound like his own, deep and vibrating with a female tone to it "My vessel and me are just having a chat." it says.
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
A very very tall woman, dressed in all black, looks over. She has a large black sunhat covering her face, her clawed fingers tapping against the counter. "Hello there..." She grumbles.
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
*Guh. tall woman.*
Theren looks up at her. "Oh, uhm, hi."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"What do you want." She hisses, pointing a single clawed finger at him. She makes no effort to hide her disdain.
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
"Coffee? If its not a problem?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She looks ready to rip his eyes out but sighs, grumbling. One of her pixies begins to make a cup of coffee.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Theren looks slightly afraid. "I-i'm sorry if I've done anything to offend you ma'am."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(computer forced me to relog -v-)
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
"Yes, but even minor injuries should be treated to avoid infection! You have lost much blood, and it's important to avoid spreading blood-borne diseases to others!" He reaches into his dirty coat and pulls out some ointment and a band-aid. "You may resume for conversation in a moment, but safety comes first! Tell me, is your vessel a hemophile? This is much blood for such a small injury!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Loriche isn’t very far away from Scott’s location, working on fixing her wakizashi. However, her campsite is surrounded by traps.
Mauric absentmindedly enters the coffee shop.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Your kind has done everything to offend me. Every man out there." She 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
The body jerks back like it's being guided with strings. "Do not touch him, he is meant to write a great story so I am no longer trapped on the plane of words." It hisses.
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
"H-half-elves?" he asks, confused.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Scott, while being controlled, ends up in a trap most likely.
Madre narrows her eyes, watching them come in.
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
"Are you stupid honey? Men, the males" She bites.
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
"O-oh...well, I haven't done anything to you ma'am." he says, digging in his pockets to pay her for the coffee.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.