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.
“Okay. So do you have any leads on who it might be this time?”
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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 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
*no not really*
Theren shrugs, not worried.
(lmk if you do)
It glides down closer to theren
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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.
The spell fails. "Already have a protective circle around my garden mate." he says evenly.
“Okay. So do you have any leads on who it might be this time?”
"Do you even have to ask anymore." he says, annoyed as he plants some daisies.
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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 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.
“Okay. So do you have any leads on who it might be this time?”
"Do you even have to ask anymore." he says, annoyed as he plants some daisies.
“I just want to help. And I need information so I can utilize my resources properly.”
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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.
“Okay. So do you have any leads on who it might be this time?”
"Do you even have to ask anymore." he says, annoyed as he plants some daisies.
“I just want to help. And I need information so I can utilize my resources properly.”
"Thirteen. It's the same god as it has been for years." he sighs.
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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
*Just frustrated*
Theren watches the bird
(need to talk about it?)
it seems to be watching something in the forest
*no not really*
Theren shrugs, not worried.
(lmk if you do)
It glides down closer to theren
*ok*
Theren continues to watch the bird
(:>)
it lands on his chest
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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.
The spell fails. "Already have a protective circle around my garden mate." he says evenly.
“Okay. So do you have any leads on who it might be this time?”
"Do you even have to ask anymore." he says, annoyed as he plants some daisies.
“I just want to help. And I need information so I can utilize my resources properly.”
"Thirteen. It's the same god as it has been for years." he sighs.
“Sorry. It’s just, there was also Apophis, and also that one demon… I just needed to make completely sure.”
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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 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
*no not really*
Theren shrugs, not worried.
(lmk if you do)
It glides down closer to theren
*ok*
Theren continues to watch the bird
(:>)
it lands on his chest
He gently pats the bird.
A music box within begins playing a somber tune
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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.
The spell fails. "Already have a protective circle around my garden mate." he says evenly.
“Okay. So do you have any leads on who it might be this time?”
"Do you even have to ask anymore." he says, annoyed as he plants some daisies.
“I just want to help. And I need information so I can utilize my resources properly.”
"Thirteen. It's the same god as it has been for years." he sighs.
“Sorry. It’s just, there was also Apophis, and also that one demon… I just needed to make completely sure.”
"Right right." he sighs, rubbing his temple. "Its the nameless God. again. don't you recognize the place?"
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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 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.
“Okay. So do you have any leads on who it might be this time?”
"Do you even have to ask anymore." he says, annoyed as he plants some daisies.
“I just want to help. And I need information so I can utilize my resources properly.”
"Thirteen. It's the same god as it has been for years." he sighs.
“Sorry. It’s just, there was also Apophis, and also that one demon… I just needed to make completely sure.”
"Right right." he sighs, rubbing his temple. "It’s the nameless God. again. don't you recognize the place?"
“I know it’s the Nameless God. My last sentence was just to clarify why I was asking in the first place.”
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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.
It looks at him, one of it's gemstone eyes cracked and dull"
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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
It looks at him, one of it's gemstone eyes cracked and dull"
He casts mending on the eye
The gemstone repairs but the glow is still gone
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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
It looks at him, one of it's gemstone eyes cracked and dull"
He casts mending on the eye
The gemstone repairs but the glow is still gone
"You poor thing..."
It looks to the sky where a second bird circles overhead
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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
“Okay. So do you have any leads on who it might be this time?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(lmk if you do)
It glides down closer to 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
"Do you even have to ask anymore." he says, annoyed as he plants some daisies.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*ok*
Theren continues to watch the bird
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I just want to help. And I need information so I can utilize my resources properly.”
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. It's the same god as it has been for years." he sighs.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(:>)
it lands on his chest
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 gently pats the bird.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Sorry. It’s just, there was also Apophis, and also that one demon… I just needed to make completely sure.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A music box within begins playing a somber tune
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
"Right right." he sighs, rubbing his temple. "Its the nameless God. again. don't you recognize the place?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"What's wrong with you birdie?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I know it’s the Nameless God. My last sentence was just to clarify why I was asking in the first place.”
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 sighs, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It looks at him, one of it's gemstone eyes cracked and dull"
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 casts mending on the eye
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The gemstone repairs but the glow is still gone
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
"You poor thing..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It looks to the sky where a second bird circles overhead
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
*I'm back for a bit.*
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