Thirteen is wracking his brains over a map of the Great Wheel cosmology, trying to rationalize the pandimensionality of the Inner Planes in relation to the rest of the multiverse.
Mauric is looking for Felix.
The Larry is asleep.
*Time to put my great plan into motion*
The map starts to swirl in front of him, the ink swirling in on itself.
“Sleep deprivation hallucinations. Not unexpected, but isn’t it a bit early?” Thirteen muses to himself, completely unfazed, his brain too full of essays on the Concordant Opposition and demiplanar interferometry to respond rationally.
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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.
"Pretty good so far, all things considered." He chuckles.
"well that's good"
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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
Thirteen is wracking his brains over a map of the Great Wheel cosmology, trying to rationalize the pandimensionality of the Inner Planes in relation to the rest of the multiverse.
Mauric is looking for Felix.
The Larry is asleep.
*Time to put my great plan into motion*
The map starts to swirl in front of him, the ink swirling in on itself.
“Sleep deprivation hallucinations. Not unexpected, but isn’t it a bit early?” Thirteen muses to himself, completely unfazed, his brain too full of essays on the Concordant Opposition and demiplanar interferometry to respond rationally.
Images start to flash in his mind. Neverending stone hallways, cultists in crude animal masks, a huge stone door, and barren pine trees covered in snow.
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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.
Thirteen is wracking his brains over a map of the Great Wheel cosmology, trying to rationalize the pandimensionality of the Inner Planes in relation to the rest of the multiverse.
Mauric is looking for Felix.
The Larry is asleep.
*Time to put my great plan into motion*
The map starts to swirl in front of him, the ink swirling in on itself.
“Sleep deprivation hallucinations. Not unexpected, but isn’t it a bit early?” Thirteen muses to himself, completely unfazed, his brain too full of essays on the Concordant Opposition and demiplanar interferometry to respond rationally.
Images start to flash in his mind. Neverending stone hallways, cultists in crude animal masks, a huge stone door, and barren pine trees covered in snow.
“Alright. Time to stop.” He leans back against the seat of his booth, crosses his legs, and enters a trance, trying to expand on these images.
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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.
"Forget the book. Your wife. Do you remember your wife, Scott?"
Felix opens his eyes. "A master of life and death. Good idea, Willy." He murmurs slowly. He holds out a paw. "Nice t'meet meet you, Doctor Czalor."
"She is so pretty... She shaved her head before I left to give her hair to kids who had cancer... She wore this cardigan that was grey and black." He said "She made me these meals from her home in Nigeria... They were so good.. and she was so smart, oh my god. She is a teacher." He says, tilting his head back.
Czalor nods and shakes his hand, another pair of arms appearing from under the cloak "My child... Hunger is like the points of a star. Beautiful but deadly. You are... hungry like he..." He mutters and produces a black doctors bag.
"Good, good. Now we're getting somewhere. What was your home like? How did the two of you change it from when you got it?"
"Hunger has nothing to do with it, Doctor." Felix chuckles, grogginess and pain making him less than coherent. "The world is so dark, Doc. I want to change it, and make something beautiful for the enjoyment of others. But to create, one must destroy..."
Thirteen is wracking his brains over a map of the Great Wheel cosmology, trying to rationalize the pandimensionality of the Inner Planes in relation to the rest of the multiverse.
Mauric is looking for Felix.
The Larry is asleep.
*Time to put my great plan into motion*
The map starts to swirl in front of him, the ink swirling in on itself.
“Sleep deprivation hallucinations. Not unexpected, but isn’t it a bit early?” Thirteen muses to himself, completely unfazed, his brain too full of essays on the Concordant Opposition and demiplanar interferometry to respond rationally.
Images start to flash in his mind. Neverending stone hallways, cultists in crude animal masks, a huge stone door, and barren pine trees covered in snow.
“Alright. Time to stop.” He leans back against the seat of his booth, crosses his legs, and enters a trance, trying to expand on these images.
The stone hallways have notches on them, sword marks to keep direction. The cultists seem to be standing in front of a great hole, gravity suspended as the murmur prayers. The huge stone door looks very familiar, blood staining the edges of it. The barren pines covered in snow are near a village, rotting animal corpses hidden in the snow.
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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.
"Pretty good so far, all things considered." He chuckles.
"well that's good"
"Heh, I suppose. What about you hm?"
He tilts his hand from side to side
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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
"Forget the book. Your wife. Do you remember your wife, Scott?"
Felix opens his eyes. "A master of life and death. Good idea, Willy." He murmurs slowly. He holds out a paw. "Nice t'meet meet you, Doctor Czalor."
"She is so pretty... She shaved her head before I left to give her hair to kids who had cancer... She wore this cardigan that was grey and black." He said "She made me these meals from her home in Nigeria... They were so good.. and she was so smart, oh my god. She is a teacher." He says, tilting his head back.
Czalor nods and shakes his hand, another pair of arms appearing from under the cloak "My child... Hunger is like the points of a star. Beautiful but deadly. You are... hungry like he..." He mutters and produces a black doctors bag.
"Good, good. Now we're getting somewhere. What was your home like? How did the two of you change it from when you got it?"
"Hunger has nothing to do with it, Doctor." Felix chuckles, grogginess and pain making him less than coherent. "The world is so dark, Doc. I want to change it, and make something beautiful for the enjoyment of others. But to create, one must destroy..."
"Heh, our home was a two-story cabin... It was so dirty when we bought it. I remember how grey it was but she made it so much better. Insisted I have an office for my work.." He said, his fingers drawing patterns in the dirt.
"Than you are brighter than most... All are stupid, content to live in a world that has already been shaped without breaking out of their confines and learning... You are not stupid, you are smart." He said, opening Felix's mouth.
"Pretty good so far, all things considered." He chuckles.
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
"Maybe like a.. tiny braid!" She giggles.
(Make me a WIS save)
He grins and suddenly three other Jack's are next to him "Ta-Da!"
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
“Sleep deprivation hallucinations. Not unexpected, but isn’t it a bit early?” Thirteen muses to himself, completely unfazed, his brain too full of essays on the Concordant Opposition and demiplanar interferometry to respond rationally.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Still too short for that." he says, picking a daisy and tucking it behind her ear.
WIS: 4
"Oh....that's...scary.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"well that's good"
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
Images start to flash in his mind. Neverending stone hallways, cultists in crude animal masks, a huge stone door, and barren pine trees covered in snow.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She grins and points to her hair "Can you do mine?"
He feels wolves howling, snarling around him. Eyes form in the dark, staring at him.
They disappear "Could be useful!"
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
“Alright. Time to stop.” He leans back against the seat of his booth, crosses his legs, and enters a trance, trying to expand on these images.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Heh, I suppose. What about you hm?"
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
"Good, good. Now we're getting somewhere. What was your home like? How did the two of you change it from when you got it?"
"Hunger has nothing to do with it, Doctor." Felix chuckles, grogginess and pain making him less than coherent. "The world is so dark, Doc. I want to change it, and make something beautiful for the enjoyment of others. But to create, one must destroy..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He nods, sitting up and starting to give her a nice french braid.
The Beastknight snarls back, protecting deer. He stands up to his full height of 8'9".
"Yeah it could. Wanna cookie?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
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First ACTUAL RP character as a SHEET!!! He's a foxfolk.
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The stone hallways have notches on them, sword marks to keep direction. The cultists seem to be standing in front of a great hole, gravity suspended as the murmur prayers. The huge stone door looks very familiar, blood staining the edges of it. The barren pines covered in snow are near a village, rotting animal corpses hidden in the snow.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He tilts his hand from side to side
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
*not really*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Heh, our home was a two-story cabin... It was so dirty when we bought it. I remember how grey it was but she made it so much better. Insisted I have an office for my work.." He said, his fingers drawing patterns in the dirt.
"Than you are brighter than most... All are stupid, content to live in a world that has already been shaped without breaking out of their confines and learning... You are not stupid, you are smart." He said, opening Felix's mouth.
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
She grins, unable to sit still "Can I have flowers in it?"
The wolves don't seem to care, stepping forward.
"Yes please, your cooking is better than mine." He grins
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
"Hmmm, not good huh."
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
"Depends on what you're looking for. It will take a while for me to get philosophical, because it takes a while for me to get drunk."
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.)
He nods, braiding in all sorts of flowers.
He slams his tail into the ground, shattering it in a 5 foot radius.
He picks up a cookie and holds it out to feed it to Jack.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.