"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
"Hmmm, not good huh."
He nods and looks up towards the sky "been given an impossible project for a client that won't take no for an answer"
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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.
“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.
Thirteen knows what it means now. This has to do with Theren.
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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.
"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.
"That's very nice. What about her stuff? Did she bring in flowers, toys, photos?"
Most of his teeth are broken, and several are missing. When he's done, Felix gives a reply. "I'm not smart. I'm just as ignorant of my ignorance as everyone else. Art isn't meant to be smart. It's a deep, mad well of emotions. Ignorance and bias are what makes it so beautiful. I love all the ugly things, and I want to show people that beauty shouldn't be prescriptive. It needs to flourish in the muck, just like any other art. I think you're beautiful. William is beautiful too. I just want to be beautiful like you guys..."
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.
Thirteen knows what it means now. This has to do with Theren.
*-evil smile- putting things together now are we?*
Thirteen's mind is then assaulted by a few more images. Flashes of the future to fast to see.
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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.
*Hey guys I am going to be off and on. I am heading to a political rally.*
*I should specify. I am going to a political activist rally for Trans and LBGTQIA rights.*
(have fun :D)
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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.
“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.
Thirteen knows what it means now. This has to do with Theren.
*-evil smile- putting things together now are we?*
Thirteen's mind is then assaulted by a few more images. Flashes of the future to fast to see.
*i mean the dead pines thing was obvious*
Thirteen regains lucidity and misty steps to Theren’s garden.
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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.
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.
Thirteen knows what it means now. This has to do with Theren.
*-evil smile- putting things together now are we?*
Thirteen's mind is then assaulted by a few more images. Flashes of the future to fast to see.
*i mean the dead pines thing was obvious*
Thirteen regains lucidity and misty steps to Theren’s garden.
*good*
Theren is letting some of the streams cold water run over his hands, oblivious to Thirteens presence.
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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
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.
Thirteen knows what it means now. This has to do with Theren.
*-evil smile- putting things together now are we?*
Thirteen's mind is then assaulted by a few more images. Flashes of the future to fast to see.
*i mean the dead pines thing was obvious*
Thirteen regains lucidity and misty steps to Theren’s garden.
*good*
Theren is letting some of the streams cold water run over his hands, oblivious to Thirteens presence.
“Theren, I don’t want to alarm you, but I’m pretty sure you’re in mortal danger again.” He says calmly to his friend. “And I’d prefer that you not die again.”
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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.
Theren is letting some of the streams cold water run over his hands, oblivious to Thirteens presence.
“Theren, I don’t want to alarm you, but I’m pretty sure you’re in mortal danger again.” He says calmly to his friend. “And I’d prefer that you not die again.”
"I know Thirteen. I've been getting dreams again." he replies, just as calm
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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.
Theren is laying in his garden, staring up at the sky.
The Beastknight is sitting in a field tending to a wounded deer.
Phoenix is baking cookies in the kitchen.
(what's up?)
Isaac's bird lazily circles above
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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
Theren is laying in his garden, staring up at the sky.
The Beastknight is sitting in a field tending to a wounded deer.
Phoenix is baking cookies in the kitchen.
(what's up?)
Isaac's bird lazily circles above
*Just frustrated*
Theren watches the bird
(need to talk about it?)
it seems to be watching something in the forest
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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
Theren is letting some of the streams cold water run over his hands, oblivious to Thirteens presence.
“Theren, I don’t want to alarm you, but I’m pretty sure you’re in mortal danger again.” He says calmly to his friend. “And I’d prefer that you not die again.”
"I know Thirteen. I've been getting dreams again." he replies, just as calm
Thirteen takes out his journal and begins chanting in a mixture of Elvish and Primordial verses, walking in a square with 40-meter sides around Theren, casting Mordenkainen’s private sanctum.
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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.
Theren is letting some of the streams cold water run over his hands, oblivious to Thirteens presence.
“Theren, I don’t want to alarm you, but I’m pretty sure you’re in mortal danger again.” He says calmly to his friend. “And I’d prefer that you not die again.”
"I know Thirteen. I've been getting dreams again." he replies, just as calm
Thirteen takes out his journal and begins chanting in a mixture of Elvish and Primordial verses, walking in a square with 40-meter sides around Theren, casting Mordenkainen’s private sanctum.
The spell fails. "Already have a protective circle around my garden mate." he says evenly.
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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.
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He nods and looks up towards the sky "been given an impossible project for a client that won't take no for an answer"
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
*Hey guys I am going to be off and on. I am heading to a political rally.*
*I should specify. I am going to a political activist rally for Trans and LBGTQIA rights.*
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
Thirteen knows what it means now. This has to do with Theren.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*ooo, have fun*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"That's very nice. What about her stuff? Did she bring in flowers, toys, photos?"
Most of his teeth are broken, and several are missing. When he's done, Felix gives a reply. "I'm not smart. I'm just as ignorant of my ignorance as everyone else. Art isn't meant to be smart. It's a deep, mad well of emotions. Ignorance and bias are what makes it so beautiful. I love all the ugly things, and I want to show people that beauty shouldn't be prescriptive. It needs to flourish in the muck, just like any other art. I think you're beautiful. William is beautiful too. I just want to be beautiful like you guys..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*-evil smile- putting things together now are we?*
Thirteen's mind is then assaulted by a few more images. Flashes of the future to fast to see.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(have fun :D)
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
*Thanks so much for taking a stand. You’re a truly admirable person.*
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 mean the dead pines thing was obvious*
Thirteen regains lucidity and misty steps to Theren’s garden.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*good*
Theren is letting some of the streams cold water run over his hands, oblivious to Thirteens presence.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(want to rp theren?)
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
*sure ig*
Theren is laying in his garden, staring up at the sky.
The Beastknight is sitting in a field tending to a wounded deer.
Phoenix is baking cookies in the kitchen.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Theren, I don’t want to alarm you, but I’m pretty sure you’re in mortal danger again.” He says calmly to his friend. “And I’d prefer that you not die again.”
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 know Thirteen. I've been getting dreams again." he replies, just as calm
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(what's up?)
Isaac's bird lazily circles above
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
*Just frustrated*
Theren watches the bird
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(need to talk about it?)
it seems to be watching something in the forest
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
*no not really*
Theren shrugs, not worried.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Thirteen takes out his journal and begins chanting in a mixture of Elvish and Primordial verses, walking in a square with 40-meter sides around Theren, casting Mordenkainen’s private sanctum.
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 spell fails. "Already have a protective circle around my garden mate." he says evenly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.