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 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 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 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.
“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
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"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
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
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
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"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"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
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
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"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
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*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