"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.
He doesn't move, staring at the spot where Scott was a second ago. His big eyes flash red for a split second. "You're a villain." He stands up from his kneeling position, his eyes shaking inside his head as if they were about to fly out. "Leave this man alone, or I will personally remove you."
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.
Madre narrows her eyes, watching them come in.
Scott falls into a covered pit. No damage is dealt since it’s not very deep, but Loriche runs out toward the trap, yelling “I finally caught you!” as she approaches.
He notices her gaze but ignores it and takes a seat.
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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.
"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.
He doesn't move, staring at the spot where Scott was a second ago. His big eyes flash red for a split second. "You're a villain." He stands up from his kneeling position, his eyes shaking inside his head as if they were about to fly out. "Leave this man alone, or I will personally remove you."
It scoffs "No. This vessel is mine. He is meant to write a great story to release me and my kin from the pages and bindings of this book." It snarls, the sound of wings fluttering can be heard from somewhere.
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.
Madre narrows her eyes, watching them come in.
Scott falls into a covered pit. No damage is dealt since it’s not very deep, but Loriche runs out toward the trap, yelling “I finally caught you!” as she approaches.
He notices her gaze but ignores it and takes a seat.
Scott yelps, having been woken up from the trance since the fall. "What the-" He curses, trying to get out.
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.
Madre narrows her eyes, watching them come in.
Scott falls into a covered pit. No damage is dealt since it’s not very deep, but Loriche runs out toward the trap, yelling “I finally caught you!” as she approaches.
He notices her gaze but ignores it and takes a seat.
Scott yelps, having been woken up from the trance since the fall. "What the-" He curses, trying to get out.
She sends one of her pixes over.
Loriche takes out her pick. “Start talking, chump. Why have you been sabotaging my friend Leo?”
Mauric looks at the fey curiously as it approaches. “Oh, cool.”
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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.
He doesn't move, staring at the spot where Scott was a second ago. His big eyes flash red for a split second. "You're a villain." He stands up from his kneeling position, his eyes shaking inside his head as if they were about to fly out. "Leave this man alone, or I will personally remove you."
It scoffs "No. This vessel is mine. He is meant to write a great story to release me and my kin from the pages and bindings of this book." It snarls, the sound of wings fluttering can be heard from somewhere.
The huge man moves faster than regular physics should allow. "You would be right to be afraid now. But I don't blame you for your courage. I haven't done hero work in 20 years."
Grapple: 26 (grabbing the entity, not the body itself)
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.
Madre narrows her eyes, watching them come in.
Scott falls into a covered pit. No damage is dealt since it’s not very deep, but Loriche runs out toward the trap, yelling “I finally caught you!” as she approaches.
He notices her gaze but ignores it and takes a seat.
Scott yelps, having been woken up from the trance since the fall. "What the-" He curses, trying to get out.
She sends one of her pixes over.
Loriche takes out her pick. “Start talking, chump. Why have you been sabotaging my friend Leo?”
Mauric looks at the fey curiously as it approaches. “Oh, cool.”
"What? Who is Leo?" He hissed, maneuvering around to stand up.
He doesn't move, staring at the spot where Scott was a second ago. His big eyes flash red for a split second. "You're a villain." He stands up from his kneeling position, his eyes shaking inside his head as if they were about to fly out. "Leave this man alone, or I will personally remove you."
It scoffs "No. This vessel is mine. He is meant to write a great story to release me and my kin from the pages and bindings of this book." It snarls, the sound of wings fluttering can be heard from somewhere.
The huge man moves faster than regular physics should allow. "You would be right to be afraid now. But I don't blame you for your courage. I haven't done hero work in 20 years."
Grapple: 21 (grabbing the entity, not the body itself)
Scott is grappled now in their arms. The things controlling him scoff again "You'll hurt him more than you hurt me."
He doesn't move, staring at the spot where Scott was a second ago. His big eyes flash red for a split second. "You're a villain." He stands up from his kneeling position, his eyes shaking inside his head as if they were about to fly out. "Leave this man alone, or I will personally remove you."
It scoffs "No. This vessel is mine. He is meant to write a great story to release me and my kin from the pages and bindings of this book." It snarls, the sound of wings fluttering can be heard from somewhere.
The huge man moves faster than regular physics should allow. "You would be right to be afraid now. But I don't blame you for your courage. I haven't done hero work in 20 years."
Grapple: 21 (grabbing the entity, not the body itself)
Scott is grappled now in their arms. The things controlling him scoff again "You'll hurt him more than you hurt me."
(No, not the body. The souls controlling it. He reaches into Scott's form to grab them directly.)
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 doesn't move, staring at the spot where Scott was a second ago. His big eyes flash red for a split second. "You're a villain." He stands up from his kneeling position, his eyes shaking inside his head as if they were about to fly out. "Leave this man alone, or I will personally remove you."
It scoffs "No. This vessel is mine. He is meant to write a great story to release me and my kin from the pages and bindings of this book." It snarls, the sound of wings fluttering can be heard from somewhere.
The huge man moves faster than regular physics should allow. "You would be right to be afraid now. But I don't blame you for your courage. I haven't done hero work in 20 years."
Grapple: 21 (grabbing the entity, not the body itself)
Scott is grappled now in their arms. The things controlling him scoff again "You'll hurt him more than you hurt me."
(No, not the body. The souls controlling it. He reaches into Scott's form to grab them directly.)
*Im stupid, please smack me.*
It is a butterfly creature, its head four sides of a butterfly wings with pink wings that resemble eyes. Its four arms which point in four directions, blindly reach out and grip his arms. [Make a CON save]
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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
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He doesn't move, staring at the spot where Scott was a second ago. His big eyes flash red for a split second. "You're a villain." He stands up from his kneeling position, his eyes shaking inside his head as if they were about to fly out. "Leave this man alone, or I will personally remove you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Every man has done something! Belittling a woman, using her for his own gains."
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
Scott falls into a covered pit. No damage is dealt since it’s not very deep, but Loriche runs out toward the trap, yelling “I finally caught you!” as she approaches.
He notices her gaze but ignores it and takes a seat.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"i'm happily married....my wife practically proposed to me." he says, giving her the proper payment and a few gold coins for a tip.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It scoffs "No. This vessel is mine. He is meant to write a great story to release me and my kin from the pages and bindings of this book." It snarls, the sound of wings fluttering can be heard from somewhere.
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
Scott yelps, having been woken up from the trance since the fall. "What the-" He curses, trying to get out.
She sends one of her pixes over.
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
Suddenly, before him, was a giant crow, its eyes glaring at him. "Leave."
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 looks startled. "W-w-what did I do?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Loriche takes out her pick. “Start talking, chump. Why have you been sabotaging my friend Leo?”
Mauric looks at the fey curiously as it approaches. “Oh, cool.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"You disgust me,"
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 huge man moves faster than regular physics should allow. "You would be right to be afraid now. But I don't blame you for your courage. I haven't done hero work in 20 years."
Grapple: 26 (grabbing the entity, not the body itself)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Anybody want to rp? and if so with what characters?*
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.)
"What? Who is Leo?" He hissed, maneuvering around to stand up.
It asks him what he would like to order.
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 extremely hurt. "i-i...as you wish." he mutters, leaving the shop.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Scott is grappled now in their arms. The things controlling him scoff again "You'll hurt him more than you hurt me."
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
*Forgive me, that is how the character is played. She hates all men no matter what :[*
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
(No, not the body. The souls controlling it. He reaches into Scott's form to grab them directly.)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*all good :]. have oval and soul arrived?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(anyone open?)
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
*Im stupid, please smack me.*
It is a butterfly creature, its head four sides of a butterfly wings with pink wings that resemble eyes. Its four arms which point in four directions, blindly reach out and grip his arms. [Make a CON save]
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