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 out in the woods with all of his undead, building a graveyard-like grove with fake Shadowfell ruins. He’s really in the Halloween spirit.
Mauric didn’t sleep very well last night, and is drinking a small glass of coffee on the roof. Yes, a glass.
Klei is ever so slightly succumbing to the infection.
Grove, the living suit of armor, is walking around the woods when they spot this, and decide to have some fun. While no one is looking he puts himself as a decoration.
Damian walks out of the tavern, and looks around for anything to do, breathing in the air. Normally he stumbles drunkenly out of the tavern, but not today.
John, being an insane paladin, walks over to them, being a giant man in a suit of armor, it’s slightly questionable what they are about to do.
Thirteen finishes burying all of his zombies in the fake graves and goes over to Grove. “Are you Mordenkainen’s latest shield guardian? He should know by now that I never took his lunch.”
Mauric is sitting on the very edge of the roof and yells down to Damian. “Good morning!”
Klei has his small stand of trinkets set up. “Uh, hello sir. Can I interest you in any of my fine curios?”
I assume Thirteen has true sight, so he sees the soul swirling inside the armor, fractured yet whole. Grove begins to move “Oh I just thought I would have some fun, add to the Halloween atmosphere.”
Damian smiles and waves at them calmly “A very good morning indeed. How are you Mauric?” His voice more, different than usual
John silently looks down at the trinkets, taking out his bag of gold, his voice deep and slightly threatening “What do you have?”
*I need to dress in my jeans, my funky sweater, my pride flag, and my stickers and pins to be the gayest god out there.*
(lmao)
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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
He nods. "I know some people who do that. They're mostly bad guys, but they have good hearts. A lot of people are like that, aren't they?"
“That’s where the path of wisdom begins for most, as a bad person with a good heart. Where are these people? Or are they the kind of people that come to you?”
"The main one is Cathan. He's scary. He sees himself as a sort of illegal pharmacist, but he's just a spice dealer. He's suffered a lot and needs his own product just to be able to function, but it makes him insane. He's trying to tear down society, but he doesn't know how to rebuild it better. He's just hoping someone else does. If we knew, we wouldn't have a society like this. The other one is Dyscharist. He's a wealthy business owner who donates to food banks and charities. He's got just about everyone under his thumb. He's beautiful, talented, powerful, and rich. But he doesn't understand my work. He thinks I'm as bad as Cathan. I don't blame him since I am a vigilante, but Dyscharist rarely faces me himself for long enough for me to explain myself."
Thirteen is out in the woods with all of his undead, building a graveyard-like grove with fake Shadowfell ruins. He’s really in the Halloween spirit.
Mauric didn’t sleep very well last night, and is drinking a small glass of coffee on the roof. Yes, a glass.
Klei is ever so slightly succumbing to the infection.
Grove, the living suit of armor, is walking around the woods when they spot this, and decide to have some fun. While no one is looking he puts himself as a decoration.
Damian walks out of the tavern, and looks around for anything to do, breathing in the air. Normally he stumbles drunkenly out of the tavern, but not today.
John, being an insane paladin, walks over to them, being a giant man in a suit of armor, it’s slightly questionable what they are about to do.
Thirteen finishes burying all of his zombies in the fake graves and goes over to Grove. “Are you Mordenkainen’s latest shield guardian? He should know by now that I never took his lunch.”
Mauric is sitting on the very edge of the roof and yells down to Damian. “Good morning!”
Klei has his small stand of trinkets set up. “Uh, hello sir. Can I interest you in any of my fine curios?”
I assume Thirteen has true sight, so he sees the soul swirling inside the armor, fractured yet whole. Grove begins to move “Oh I just thought I would have some fun, add to the Halloween atmosphere.”
Damian smiles and waves at them calmly “A very good morning indeed. How are you Mauric?” His voice more, different than usual
John silently looks down at the trinkets, taking out his bag of gold, his voice deep and slightly threatening “What do you have?”
“…wait, it’s getting close to Halloween?”
“Fine.” He takes a long sip. “You sound pretty chipper.”
“I have… this tiny skull!” He holds aloft a gilded pixie skull. “Also, this embossed music box, and this ivory Shou silverware, and this Volothamp Geddarm autograph. And a lot of stuff aside from that!” If you want to look for anything else, roll on the Trinkets table.
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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 nods. "I know some people who do that. They're mostly bad guys, but they have good hearts. A lot of people are like that, aren't they?"
“That’s where the path of wisdom begins for most, as a bad person with a good heart. Where are these people? Or are they the kind of people that come to you?”
"The main one is Cathan. He's scary. He sees himself as a sort of illegal pharmacist, but he's just a spice dealer. He's suffered a lot and needs his own product just to be able to function, but it makes him insane. He's trying to tear down society, but he doesn't know how to rebuild it better. He's just hoping someone else does. If we knew, we wouldn't have a society like this. The other one is Dyscharist. He's a wealthy business owner who donates to food banks and charities. He's got just about everyone under his thumb. He's beautiful, talented, powerful, and rich. But he doesn't understand my work. He thinks I'm as bad as Cathan. I don't blame him since I am a vigilante, but Dyscharist rarely faces me himself for long enough for me to explain myself."
He remains silent for a moment “This Cathan may be able to help here, would he be willing to soothe the suffering of these people? Even for merely a moment?”
"The main one is Cathan. He's scary. He sees himself as a sort of illegal pharmacist, but he's just a spice dealer. He's suffered a lot and needs his own product just to be able to function, but it makes him insane. He's trying to tear down society, but he doesn't know how to rebuild it better. He's just hoping someone else does. If we knew, we wouldn't have a society like this. The other one is Dyscharist. He's a wealthy business owner who donates to food banks and charities. He's got just about everyone under his thumb. He's beautiful, talented, powerful, and rich. But he doesn't understand my work. He thinks I'm as bad as Cathan. I don't blame him since I am a vigilante, but Dyscharist rarely faces me himself for long enough for me to explain myself."
He remains silent for a moment “This Cathan may be able to help here, would he be willing to soothe the suffering of these people? Even for merely a moment?”
Prospero's eyes widen. "Yes! Yes, actually! I just need to find-"
Suddenly, the door flies open. Cathan stands there, twitching and shivering. "Hhhhhhhakekekekeke... I knew I'd find you here... Prospero... and some customers..." His skinny body moves as if possessed. "I can feel the infection burning away. I can cure anything! Hhhakekeke..."
"The main one is Cathan. He's scary. He sees himself as a sort of illegal pharmacist, but he's just a spice dealer. He's suffered a lot and needs his own product just to be able to function, but it makes him insane. He's trying to tear down society, but he doesn't know how to rebuild it better. He's just hoping someone else does. If we knew, we wouldn't have a society like this. The other one is Dyscharist. He's a wealthy business owner who donates to food banks and charities. He's got just about everyone under his thumb. He's beautiful, talented, powerful, and rich. But he doesn't understand my work. He thinks I'm as bad as Cathan. I don't blame him since I am a vigilante, but Dyscharist rarely faces me himself for long enough for me to explain myself."
He remains silent for a moment “This Cathan may be able to help here, would he be willing to soothe the suffering of these people? Even for merely a moment?”
Prospero's eyes widen. "Yes! Yes, actually! I just need to find-"
Suddenly, the door flies open. Cathan stands there, twitching and shivering. "Hhhhhhhakekekekeke... I knew I'd find you here... Prospero... and some customers..." His skinny body moves as if possessed. "I can feel the infection burning away. I can cure anything! Hhhakekeke..."
The Leper grabs his large blade reflexively, his face hardening with a cold rage “Oh I see how they are now. People who profit off of the suffering of others, and cannot wait until they are the only option left.” He does not unsheath the blade, simply watching for now, suspicious.
Thirteen is out in the woods with all of his undead, building a graveyard-like grove with fake Shadowfell ruins. He’s really in the Halloween spirit.
Mauric didn’t sleep very well last night, and is drinking a small glass of coffee on the roof. Yes, a glass.
Klei is ever so slightly succumbing to the infection.
Grove, the living suit of armor, is walking around the woods when they spot this, and decide to have some fun. While no one is looking he puts himself as a decoration.
Damian walks out of the tavern, and looks around for anything to do, breathing in the air. Normally he stumbles drunkenly out of the tavern, but not today.
John, being an insane paladin, walks over to them, being a giant man in a suit of armor, it’s slightly questionable what they are about to do.
Thirteen finishes burying all of his zombies in the fake graves and goes over to Grove. “Are you Mordenkainen’s latest shield guardian? He should know by now that I never took his lunch.”
Mauric is sitting on the very edge of the roof and yells down to Damian. “Good morning!”
Klei has his small stand of trinkets set up. “Uh, hello sir. Can I interest you in any of my fine curios?”
I assume Thirteen has true sight, so he sees the soul swirling inside the armor, fractured yet whole. Grove begins to move “Oh I just thought I would have some fun, add to the Halloween atmosphere.”
Damian smiles and waves at them calmly “A very good morning indeed. How are you Mauric?” His voice more, different than usual
John silently looks down at the trinkets, taking out his bag of gold, his voice deep and slightly threatening “What do you have?”
“…wait, it’s getting close to Halloween?”
“Fine.” He takes a long sip. “You sound pretty chipper.”
“I have… this tiny skull!” He holds aloft a gilded pixie skull. “Also, this embossed music box, and this ivory Shou silverware, and this Volothamp Geddarm autograph. And a lot of stuff aside from that!” If you want to look for anything else, roll on the Trinkets table.
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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 out in the woods with all of his undead, building a graveyard-like grove with fake Shadowfell ruins. He’s really in the Halloween spirit.
Mauric didn’t sleep very well last night, and is drinking a small glass of coffee on the roof. Yes, a glass.
Klei is ever so slightly succumbing to the infection.
Grove, the living suit of armor, is walking around the woods when they spot this, and decide to have some fun. While no one is looking he puts himself as a decoration.
Damian walks out of the tavern, and looks around for anything to do, breathing in the air. Normally he stumbles drunkenly out of the tavern, but not today.
John, being an insane paladin, walks over to them, being a giant man in a suit of armor, it’s slightly questionable what they are about to do.
Thirteen finishes burying all of his zombies in the fake graves and goes over to Grove. “Are you Mordenkainen’s latest shield guardian? He should know by now that I never took his lunch.”
Mauric is sitting on the very edge of the roof and yells down to Damian. “Good morning!”
Klei has his small stand of trinkets set up. “Uh, hello sir. Can I interest you in any of my fine curios?”
I assume Thirteen has true sight, so he sees the soul swirling inside the armor, fractured yet whole. Grove begins to move “Oh I just thought I would have some fun, add to the Halloween atmosphere.”
Damian smiles and waves at them calmly “A very good morning indeed. How are you Mauric?” His voice more, different than usual
John silently looks down at the trinkets, taking out his bag of gold, his voice deep and slightly threatening “What do you have?”
“…wait, it’s getting close to Halloween?”
“Fine.” He takes a long sip. “You sound pretty chipper.”
“I have… this tiny skull!” He holds aloft a gilded pixie skull. “Also, this embossed music box, and this ivory Shou silverware, and this Volothamp Geddarm autograph. And a lot of stuff aside from that!” If you want to look for anything else, roll on the Trinkets table.
“Indeed it is, and what better in a graveyard then a rusting suit of moving armor?”
He laughs “I suppose you’re right, maybe there’s something in the air, but today just feels better for me somehow.”
“Do you have any picture frames, possibly something I could use for this.” He pulls out a family picture that seems to be on a farm during the winter, despite not having much food, they seem happy.
Prospero's eyes widen. "Yes! Yes, actually! I just need to find-"
Suddenly, the door flies open. Cathan stands there, twitching and shivering. "Hhhhhhhakekekekeke... I knew I'd find you here... Prospero... and some customers..." His skinny body moves as if possessed. "I can feel the infection burning away. I can cure anything! Hhhakekeke..."
The Leper grabs his large blade reflexively, his face hardening with a cold rage “Oh I see how they are now. People who profit off of the suffering of others, and cannot wait until they are the only option left.” He does not unsheath the blade, simply watching for now, suspicious.
"Oh, I would never force someone to pay for something I know they need... for example, you could use some painkillers, immunostims, and of course, a divine purge. Might as well dust the whole room while I'm at it. Hhhakekeke..." He draws a fistful of blue powder and throws it, creating a cloud that fills the room. For a second it burns like fire, then all the pain is gone. The pustules an the infected fade away and the decay reverses. The Leper feels better, but not cured. Cathan jitters into the room, breathing in the spices. "Isn't that better? Your body is overcharged, but not to the level mine is. Hakeke, that would tear those big muscles of yours apart..."
Thirteen is out in the woods with all of his undead, building a graveyard-like grove with fake Shadowfell ruins. He’s really in the Halloween spirit.
Mauric didn’t sleep very well last night, and is drinking a small glass of coffee on the roof. Yes, a glass.
Klei is ever so slightly succumbing to the infection.
Grove, the living suit of armor, is walking around the woods when they spot this, and decide to have some fun. While no one is looking he puts himself as a decoration.
Damian walks out of the tavern, and looks around for anything to do, breathing in the air. Normally he stumbles drunkenly out of the tavern, but not today.
John, being an insane paladin, walks over to them, being a giant man in a suit of armor, it’s slightly questionable what they are about to do.
Thirteen finishes burying all of his zombies in the fake graves and goes over to Grove. “Are you Mordenkainen’s latest shield guardian? He should know by now that I never took his lunch.”
Mauric is sitting on the very edge of the roof and yells down to Damian. “Good morning!”
Klei has his small stand of trinkets set up. “Uh, hello sir. Can I interest you in any of my fine curios?”
I assume Thirteen has true sight, so he sees the soul swirling inside the armor, fractured yet whole. Grove begins to move “Oh I just thought I would have some fun, add to the Halloween atmosphere.”
Damian smiles and waves at them calmly “A very good morning indeed. How are you Mauric?” His voice more, different than usual
John silently looks down at the trinkets, taking out his bag of gold, his voice deep and slightly threatening “What do you have?”
“…wait, it’s getting close to Halloween?”
“Fine.” He takes a long sip. “You sound pretty chipper.”
“I have… this tiny skull!” He holds aloft a gilded pixie skull. “Also, this embossed music box, and this ivory Shou dinnerware, and this Volothamp Geddarm autograph. And a lot of stuff aside from that!” If you want to look for anything else, roll on the Trinkets table.
“Indeed it is, and what better in a graveyard then a rusting suit of moving armor?”
He laughs “I suppose you’re right, maybe there’s something in the air, but today just feels better for me somehow.”
“Do you have any picture frames, possibly something I could use for this.” He pulls out a family picture that seems to be on a farm during the winter, despite not having much food, they seem happy.
“I see your point. I was making this with the intent to serve as a trap in the case of any incursions of powerful enemies. But it could well serve as a festive attraction…”
“Well if it’s giving you a good attitude, then you’re sure to have a good day.”
“Yes I do!” He pulls out a regular-sized rose gold frame with stylizations resembling interwoven rose stems with petal designs at the corners.
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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.
Prospero's eyes widen. "Yes! Yes, actually! I just need to find-"
Suddenly, the door flies open. Cathan stands there, twitching and shivering. "Hhhhhhhakekekekeke... I knew I'd find you here... Prospero... and some customers..." His skinny body moves as if possessed. "I can feel the infection burning away. I can cure anything! Hhhakekeke..."
The Leper grabs his large blade reflexively, his face hardening with a cold rage “Oh I see how they are now. People who profit off of the suffering of others, and cannot wait until they are the only option left.” He does not unsheath the blade, simply watching for now, suspicious.
"Oh, I would never force someone to pay for something I know they need... for example, you could use some painkillers, immunostims, and of course, a divine purge. Might as well dust the whole room while I'm at it. Hhhakekeke..." He draws a fistful of blue powder and throws it, creating a cloud that fills the room. For a second it burns like fire, then all the pain is gone. The pustules an the infected fade away and the decay reverses. The Leper feels better, but not cured. Cathan jitters into the room, breathing in the spices. "Isn't that better? Your body is overcharged, but not to the level mine is. Hakeke, that would tear those big muscles of yours apart..."
The Leper moves his hands away from his blade, breathing in as little of the dust as he can as he approaches the infected, going to comfort them as they return to their previous state, making sure not to contact skin as to prevent the passing of leprosy onto them, “I feel no better than I did before, the pain I once felt is simply faded. I do not wish to be freed of my pain, I was already free.”
Thirteen is out in the woods with all of his undead, building a graveyard-like grove with fake Shadowfell ruins. He’s really in the Halloween spirit.
Mauric didn’t sleep very well last night, and is drinking a small glass of coffee on the roof. Yes, a glass.
Klei is ever so slightly succumbing to the infection.
Grove, the living suit of armor, is walking around the woods when they spot this, and decide to have some fun. While no one is looking he puts himself as a decoration.
Damian walks out of the tavern, and looks around for anything to do, breathing in the air. Normally he stumbles drunkenly out of the tavern, but not today.
John, being an insane paladin, walks over to them, being a giant man in a suit of armor, it’s slightly questionable what they are about to do.
Thirteen finishes burying all of his zombies in the fake graves and goes over to Grove. “Are you Mordenkainen’s latest shield guardian? He should know by now that I never took his lunch.”
Mauric is sitting on the very edge of the roof and yells down to Damian. “Good morning!”
Klei has his small stand of trinkets set up. “Uh, hello sir. Can I interest you in any of my fine curios?”
I assume Thirteen has true sight, so he sees the soul swirling inside the armor, fractured yet whole. Grove begins to move “Oh I just thought I would have some fun, add to the Halloween atmosphere.”
Damian smiles and waves at them calmly “A very good morning indeed. How are you Mauric?” His voice more, different than usual
John silently looks down at the trinkets, taking out his bag of gold, his voice deep and slightly threatening “What do you have?”
“…wait, it’s getting close to Halloween?”
“Fine.” He takes a long sip. “You sound pretty chipper.”
“I have… this tiny skull!” He holds aloft a gilded pixie skull. “Also, this embossed music box, and this ivory Shou dinnerware, and this Volothamp Geddarm autograph. And a lot of stuff aside from that!” If you want to look for anything else, roll on the Trinkets table.
“Indeed it is, and what better in a graveyard then a rusting suit of moving armor?”
He laughs “I suppose you’re right, maybe there’s something in the air, but today just feels better for me somehow.”
“Do you have any picture frames, possibly something I could use for this.” He pulls out a family picture that seems to be on a farm during the winter, despite not having much food, they seem happy.
“I see your point. I was making this with the intent to serve as a trap in the case of any incursions of powerful enemies. But it could well serve as a festive attraction…”
“Well if it’s giving you a good attitude, then you’re sure to have a good day.”
“Yes I do!” He pulls out a regular-sized rose gold frame with stylizations resembling interwoven rose stems with petal designs at the corners.
“If you are going to bring your enemies here then don’t reveal me. You never know when you’ll need an ally they don’t know about after all.” He goes back to being still, the soul hiding behind the armor.
He smiles brightly, before collapsing limply into a pile, his usual chest and eye glow vanishing instantly.
He holds the frame, his hands shaking as as tears roll down through the bottom of his helm, looking at the picture.
Thirteen is out in the woods with all of his undead, building a graveyard-like grove with fake Shadowfell ruins. He’s really in the Halloween spirit.
Mauric didn’t sleep very well last night, and is drinking a small glass of coffee on the roof. Yes, a glass.
Klei is ever so slightly succumbing to the infection.
Grove, the living suit of armor, is walking around the woods when they spot this, and decide to have some fun. While no one is looking he puts himself as a decoration.
Damian walks out of the tavern, and looks around for anything to do, breathing in the air. Normally he stumbles drunkenly out of the tavern, but not today.
John, being an insane paladin, walks over to them, being a giant man in a suit of armor, it’s slightly questionable what they are about to do.
Thirteen finishes burying all of his zombies in the fake graves and goes over to Grove. “Are you Mordenkainen’s latest shield guardian? He should know by now that I never took his lunch.”
Mauric is sitting on the very edge of the roof and yells down to Damian. “Good morning!”
Klei has his small stand of trinkets set up. “Uh, hello sir. Can I interest you in any of my fine curios?”
I assume Thirteen has true sight, so he sees the soul swirling inside the armor, fractured yet whole. Grove begins to move “Oh I just thought I would have some fun, add to the Halloween atmosphere.”
Damian smiles and waves at them calmly “A very good morning indeed. How are you Mauric?” His voice more, different than usual
John silently looks down at the trinkets, taking out his bag of gold, his voice deep and slightly threatening “What do you have?”
“…wait, it’s getting close to Halloween?”
“Fine.” He takes a long sip. “You sound pretty chipper.”
“I have… this tiny skull!” He holds aloft a gilded pixie skull. “Also, this embossed music box, and this ivory Shou dinnerware, and this Volothamp Geddarm autograph. And a lot of stuff aside from that!” If you want to look for anything else, roll on the Trinkets table.
“Indeed it is, and what better in a graveyard then a rusting suit of moving armor?”
He laughs “I suppose you’re right, maybe there’s something in the air, but today just feels better for me somehow.”
“Do you have any picture frames, possibly something I could use for this.” He pulls out a family picture that seems to be on a farm during the winter, despite not having much food, they seem happy.
“I see your point. I was making this with the intent to serve as a trap in the case of any incursions of powerful enemies. But it could well serve as a festive attraction…”
“Well if it’s giving you a good attitude, then you’re sure to have a good day.”
“Yes I do!” He pulls out a regular-sized rose gold frame with stylizations resembling interwoven rose stems with petal designs at the corners.
“If you are going to bring your enemies here then don’t reveal me. You never know when you’ll need an ally they don’t know about after all.” He goes back to being still, the soul hiding behind the armor.
He smiles brightly, before collapsing limply into a pile, his usual chest and eye glow vanishing instantly.
He holds the frame, his hands shaking as as tears roll down through the bottom of his helm, looking at the picture.
“Well, that only need be done if something ends up coming here.” Thirteen goes back to digging.
“Oh come on!” Mauric leaps off the roof, going over to Damian and checking his vitals.
“…so you wanna buy it?”
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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.
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*My brain is rotting from the inside out.*
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
(hug)
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 need to dress in my jeans, my funky sweater, my pride flag, and my stickers and pins to be the gayest god out there.*
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
*Lucky. Mine is rotting from the outside in.*
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 assume Thirteen has true sight, so he sees the soul swirling inside the armor, fractured yet whole. Grove begins to move “Oh I just thought I would have some fun, add to the Halloween atmosphere.”
Damian smiles and waves at them calmly “A very good morning indeed. How are you Mauric?” His voice more, different than usual
John silently looks down at the trinkets, taking out his bag of gold, his voice deep and slightly threatening “What do you have?”
(lmao)
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
"The main one is Cathan. He's scary. He sees himself as a sort of illegal pharmacist, but he's just a spice dealer. He's suffered a lot and needs his own product just to be able to function, but it makes him insane. He's trying to tear down society, but he doesn't know how to rebuild it better. He's just hoping someone else does. If we knew, we wouldn't have a society like this. The other one is Dyscharist. He's a wealthy business owner who donates to food banks and charities. He's got just about everyone under his thumb. He's beautiful, talented, powerful, and rich. But he doesn't understand my work. He thinks I'm as bad as Cathan. I don't blame him since I am a vigilante, but Dyscharist rarely faces me himself for long enough for me to explain myself."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*This is not a want. This is a survival tactic.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“…wait, it’s getting close to Halloween?”
“Fine.” He takes a long sip. “You sound pretty chipper.”
“I have… this tiny skull!” He holds aloft a gilded pixie skull. “Also, this embossed music box, and this ivory Shou silverware, and this Volothamp Geddarm autograph. And a lot of stuff aside from that!” If you want to look for anything else, roll on the Trinkets table.
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*
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 remains silent for a moment “This Cathan may be able to help here, would he be willing to soothe the suffering of these people? Even for merely a moment?”
Prospero's eyes widen. "Yes! Yes, actually! I just need to find-"
Suddenly, the door flies open. Cathan stands there, twitching and shivering. "Hhhhhhhakekekekeke... I knew I'd find you here... Prospero... and some customers..." His skinny body moves as if possessed. "I can feel the infection burning away. I can cure anything! Hhhakekeke..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Leper grabs his large blade reflexively, his face hardening with a cold rage “Oh I see how they are now. People who profit off of the suffering of others, and cannot wait until they are the only option left.” He does not unsheath the blade, simply watching for now, suspicious.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Indeed it is, and what better in a graveyard then a rusting suit of moving armor?”
He laughs “I suppose you’re right, maybe there’s something in the air, but today just feels better for me somehow.”
“Do you have any picture frames, possibly something I could use for this.” He pulls out a family picture that seems to be on a farm during the winter, despite not having much food, they seem happy.
"Oh, I would never force someone to pay for something I know they need... for example, you could use some painkillers, immunostims, and of course, a divine purge. Might as well dust the whole room while I'm at it. Hhhakekeke..." He draws a fistful of blue powder and throws it, creating a cloud that fills the room. For a second it burns like fire, then all the pain is gone. The pustules an the infected fade away and the decay reverses. The Leper feels better, but not cured. Cathan jitters into the room, breathing in the spices. "Isn't that better? Your body is overcharged, but not to the level mine is. Hakeke, that would tear those big muscles of yours apart..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I see your point. I was making this with the intent to serve as a trap in the case of any incursions of powerful enemies. But it could well serve as a festive attraction…”
“Well if it’s giving you a good attitude, then you’re sure to have a good day.”
“Yes I do!” He pulls out a regular-sized rose gold frame with stylizations resembling interwoven rose stems with petal designs at the corners.
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 Leper moves his hands away from his blade, breathing in as little of the dust as he can as he approaches the infected, going to comfort them as they return to their previous state, making sure not to contact skin as to prevent the passing of leprosy onto them, “I feel no better than I did before, the pain I once felt is simply faded. I do not wish to be freed of my pain, I was already free.”
“If you are going to bring your enemies here then don’t reveal me. You never know when you’ll need an ally they don’t know about after all.” He goes back to being still, the soul hiding behind the armor.
He smiles brightly, before collapsing limply into a pile, his usual chest and eye glow vanishing instantly.
He holds the frame, his hands shaking as as tears roll down through the bottom of his helm, looking at the picture.
“Well, that only need be done if something ends up coming here.” Thirteen goes back to digging.
“Oh come on!” Mauric leaps off the roof, going over to Damian and checking his vitals.
“…so you wanna buy it?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.