E is outside, in a cloak that shrouds it in magical darkness. It seems to be searching for something.
Lazarus waves. "Whom might you be?"
The shrouded, 12-foot tall beast speaks in a cacophony of male and female voices of all ages. "I seem to have forgotten. I remember that my name begins with an E, but I don't remember anything after that. Could you name me?"
"Ezechiel would seem to be a... fitting name."
"A fine name. I usually try to avoid taking the names of prophets, but I'm sure I can make an exception for you. Now, what is your favorite food, my dear?"
"... Which Prophets? As for favorite food, I would distain if I were to say it and suffer for my gullibility."
"Any prophets. I find that many feel my taking up such a name blasphemy, as my appearance is far from holy, as you can already see. And what's more, while I don't understand how or why I could possibly hurt you with that knowledge, I admire how you didn't give in to temptation. Most who meet me immediately give into the desire to partake as soon as they hear my singing.
Now, instead of that, tell me, what is a hobby you enjoy? Other than purification, of course."
"Whittling, and I am no cleric, not any more."
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"On the verge of exploding or ripping a hole into the Void or both"
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I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
E is outside, in a cloak that shrouds it in magical darkness. It seems to be searching for something.
Lazarus waves. "Whom might you be?"
The shrouded, 12-foot tall beast speaks in a cacophony of male and female voices of all ages. "I seem to have forgotten. I remember that my name begins with an E, but I don't remember anything after that. Could you name me?"
"Ezechiel would seem to be a... fitting name."
"A fine name. I usually try to avoid taking the names of prophets, but I'm sure I can make an exception for you. Now, what is your favorite food, my dear?"
"... Which Prophets? As for favorite food, I would distain if I were to say it and suffer for my gullibility."
"Any prophets. I find that many feel my taking up such a name blasphemy, as my appearance is far from holy, as you can already see. And what's more, while I don't understand how or why I could possibly hurt you with that knowledge, I admire how you didn't give in to temptation. Most who meet me immediately give into the desire to partake as soon as they hear my singing.
Now, instead of that, tell me, what is a hobby you enjoy? Other than purification, of course."
"Whittling, and I am no cleric, not any more."
"A pity. But then again, you most likely would assume me a demon if you were, wouldn't you?" The cloak moves, and after a while, Lazarus hears a crack. Eventually, a misshapen, part flesh, part metal arm reaches out of the black fabric, holding a small knife. "My whittling knife. It has served me well over the years. I used it to make toys, but you would likely use it for other things. It has never dulled, yet never cut me. It can slice away wood by the pound, yet is delicate enough for the finest details. It is but one tool, but it has served me well on its own."
"On the verge of exploding or ripping a hole into the Void or both"
"Maybe you want to abandon it. How long have you been working on it?"
"I don't even know anymore but working on it is better than letting the Reliquary blow"
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
E is outside, in a cloak that shrouds it in magical darkness. It seems to be searching for something.
Lazarus waves. "Whom might you be?"
The shrouded, 12-foot tall beast speaks in a cacophony of male and female voices of all ages. "I seem to have forgotten. I remember that my name begins with an E, but I don't remember anything after that. Could you name me?"
"Ezechiel would seem to be a... fitting name."
"A fine name. I usually try to avoid taking the names of prophets, but I'm sure I can make an exception for you. Now, what is your favorite food, my dear?"
"... Which Prophets? As for favorite food, I would distain if I were to say it and suffer for my gullibility."
"Any prophets. I find that many feel my taking up such a name blasphemy, as my appearance is far from holy, as you can already see. And what's more, while I don't understand how or why I could possibly hurt you with that knowledge, I admire how you didn't give in to temptation. Most who meet me immediately give into the desire to partake as soon as they hear my singing.
Now, instead of that, tell me, what is a hobby you enjoy? Other than purification, of course."
"Whittling, and I am no cleric, not any more."
"A pity. But then again, you most likely would assume me a demon if you were, wouldn't you?" The cloak moves, and after a while, Lazarus hears a crack. Eventually, a misshapen, part flesh, part metal arm reaches out of the black fabric, holding a small knife. "My whittling knife. It has served me well over the years. I used it to make toys, but you would likely use it for other things. It has never dulled, yet never cut me. It can slice away wood by the pound, yet is delicate enough for the finest details. It is but one tool, but it has served me well on its own."
"I need no weapon, but I am willing to take it, even if I distrust it. If I may ask, who are you?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
E is outside, in a cloak that shrouds it in magical darkness. It seems to be searching for something.
Lazarus waves. "Whom might you be?"
The shrouded, 12-foot tall beast speaks in a cacophony of male and female voices of all ages. "I seem to have forgotten. I remember that my name begins with an E, but I don't remember anything after that. Could you name me?"
"Ezechiel would seem to be a... fitting name."
"A fine name. I usually try to avoid taking the names of prophets, but I'm sure I can make an exception for you. Now, what is your favorite food, my dear?"
"... Which Prophets? As for favorite food, I would distain if I were to say it and suffer for my gullibility."
"Any prophets. I find that many feel my taking up such a name blasphemy, as my appearance is far from holy, as you can already see. And what's more, while I don't understand how or why I could possibly hurt you with that knowledge, I admire how you didn't give in to temptation. Most who meet me immediately give into the desire to partake as soon as they hear my singing.
Now, instead of that, tell me, what is a hobby you enjoy? Other than purification, of course."
"Whittling, and I am no cleric, not any more."
"A pity. But then again, you most likely would assume me a demon if you were, wouldn't you?" The cloak moves, and after a while, Lazarus hears a crack. Eventually, a misshapen, part flesh, part metal arm reaches out of the black fabric, holding a small knife. "My whittling knife. It has served me well over the years. I used it to make toys, but you would likely use it for other things. It has never dulled, yet never cut me. It can slice away wood by the pound, yet is delicate enough for the finest details. It is but one tool, but it has served me well on its own."
"I need no weapon, but I am willing to take it, even if I distrust it. If I may ask, who are you?"
"I am Ezechiel. I am the Monster in the Attic. The Apostle of temptation and dark, forgotten places. I mean no harm, to anyone, but sadly, violence tends to arise when intolerant people find me. And that knife? I promise you, it is worthless as a weapon."
*The knife deals no damage on a hit, but counts as a set of woodcarver's tools and grants a +3 to all checks related to woodcarving or whittling.*
E is outside, in a cloak that shrouds it in magical darkness. It seems to be searching for something.
Lazarus waves. "Whom might you be?"
The shrouded, 12-foot tall beast speaks in a cacophony of male and female voices of all ages. "I seem to have forgotten. I remember that my name begins with an E, but I don't remember anything after that. Could you name me?"
"Ezechiel would seem to be a... fitting name."
"A fine name. I usually try to avoid taking the names of prophets, but I'm sure I can make an exception for you. Now, what is your favorite food, my dear?"
"... Which Prophets? As for favorite food, I would distain if I were to say it and suffer for my gullibility."
"Any prophets. I find that many feel my taking up such a name blasphemy, as my appearance is far from holy, as you can already see. And what's more, while I don't understand how or why I could possibly hurt you with that knowledge, I admire how you didn't give in to temptation. Most who meet me immediately give into the desire to partake as soon as they hear my singing.
Now, instead of that, tell me, what is a hobby you enjoy? Other than purification, of course."
"Whittling, and I am no cleric, not any more."
"A pity. But then again, you most likely would assume me a demon if you were, wouldn't you?" The cloak moves, and after a while, Lazarus hears a crack. Eventually, a misshapen, part flesh, part metal arm reaches out of the black fabric, holding a small knife. "My whittling knife. It has served me well over the years. I used it to make toys, but you would likely use it for other things. It has never dulled, yet never cut me. It can slice away wood by the pound, yet is delicate enough for the finest details. It is but one tool, but it has served me well on its own."
"I need no weapon, but I am willing to take it, even if I distrust it. If I may ask, who are you?"
"I am Ezechiel. I am the Monster in the Attic. The Apostle of temptation and dark, forgotten places. I mean no harm, to anyone, but sadly, violence tends to arise when intolerant people find me. And that knife? I promise you, it is worthless as a weapon."
*The knife deals no damage on a hit, but counts as a set of woodcarver's tools and grants a +3 to all checks related to woodcarving or whittling.*
*Ever heard of the phrase, 'too good to be true'? Also, thanks for the stats*
"I can understand as such. Have you just created an avatar?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"On the verge of exploding or ripping a hole into the Void or both"
"Maybe you want to abandon it. How long have you been working on it?"
"I don't even know anymore but working on it is better than letting the Reliquary blow"
"Elaborate."
"Bad stuff happens when Reliquary Drives fail"
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
E is outside, in a cloak that shrouds it in magical darkness. It seems to be searching for something.
Lazarus waves. "Whom might you be?"
The shrouded, 12-foot tall beast speaks in a cacophony of male and female voices of all ages. "I seem to have forgotten. I remember that my name begins with an E, but I don't remember anything after that. Could you name me?"
"Ezechiel would seem to be a... fitting name."
"A fine name. I usually try to avoid taking the names of prophets, but I'm sure I can make an exception for you. Now, what is your favorite food, my dear?"
"... Which Prophets? As for favorite food, I would distain if I were to say it and suffer for my gullibility."
"Any prophets. I find that many feel my taking up such a name blasphemy, as my appearance is far from holy, as you can already see. And what's more, while I don't understand how or why I could possibly hurt you with that knowledge, I admire how you didn't give in to temptation. Most who meet me immediately give into the desire to partake as soon as they hear my singing.
Now, instead of that, tell me, what is a hobby you enjoy? Other than purification, of course."
"Whittling, and I am no cleric, not any more."
"A pity. But then again, you most likely would assume me a demon if you were, wouldn't you?" The cloak moves, and after a while, Lazarus hears a crack. Eventually, a misshapen, part flesh, part metal arm reaches out of the black fabric, holding a small knife. "My whittling knife. It has served me well over the years. I used it to make toys, but you would likely use it for other things. It has never dulled, yet never cut me. It can slice away wood by the pound, yet is delicate enough for the finest details. It is but one tool, but it has served me well on its own."
"I need no weapon, but I am willing to take it, even if I distrust it. If I may ask, who are you?"
"I am Ezechiel. I am the Monster in the Attic. The Apostle of temptation and dark, forgotten places. I mean no harm, to anyone, but sadly, violence tends to arise when intolerant people find me. And that knife? I promise you, it is worthless as a weapon."
*The knife deals no damage on a hit, but counts as a set of woodcarver's tools and grants a +3 to all checks related to woodcarving or whittling.*
*Ever heard of the phrase, 'too good to be true'? Also, thanks for the stats*
"I can understand as such. Have you just created an avatar?"
"I don't think I function the way you believe me to. I am naught but a mindless force when without flesh. I do not suggest that you attempt to destroy me, though, as I have had much more malevolent forms in millennia past, and I have a great fondness for this one."
"On the verge of exploding or ripping a hole into the Void or both"
"Maybe you want to abandon it. How long have you been working on it?"
"I don't even know anymore but working on it is better than letting the Reliquary blow"
"Elaborate."
"Bad stuff happens when Reliquary Drives fail"
"Want to drag it into the tavern then? To prevent such things?"
"And risk ripping a hole into the Void?"
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
E is outside, in a cloak that shrouds it in magical darkness. It seems to be searching for something.
Lazarus waves. "Whom might you be?"
The shrouded, 12-foot tall beast speaks in a cacophony of male and female voices of all ages. "I seem to have forgotten. I remember that my name begins with an E, but I don't remember anything after that. Could you name me?"
"Ezechiel would seem to be a... fitting name."
"A fine name. I usually try to avoid taking the names of prophets, but I'm sure I can make an exception for you. Now, what is your favorite food, my dear?"
"... Which Prophets? As for favorite food, I would distain if I were to say it and suffer for my gullibility."
"Any prophets. I find that many feel my taking up such a name blasphemy, as my appearance is far from holy, as you can already see. And what's more, while I don't understand how or why I could possibly hurt you with that knowledge, I admire how you didn't give in to temptation. Most who meet me immediately give into the desire to partake as soon as they hear my singing.
Now, instead of that, tell me, what is a hobby you enjoy? Other than purification, of course."
"Whittling, and I am no cleric, not any more."
"A pity. But then again, you most likely would assume me a demon if you were, wouldn't you?" The cloak moves, and after a while, Lazarus hears a crack. Eventually, a misshapen, part flesh, part metal arm reaches out of the black fabric, holding a small knife. "My whittling knife. It has served me well over the years. I used it to make toys, but you would likely use it for other things. It has never dulled, yet never cut me. It can slice away wood by the pound, yet is delicate enough for the finest details. It is but one tool, but it has served me well on its own."
"I need no weapon, but I am willing to take it, even if I distrust it. If I may ask, who are you?"
"I am Ezechiel. I am the Monster in the Attic. The Apostle of temptation and dark, forgotten places. I mean no harm, to anyone, but sadly, violence tends to arise when intolerant people find me. And that knife? I promise you, it is worthless as a weapon."
*The knife deals no damage on a hit, but counts as a set of woodcarver's tools and grants a +3 to all checks related to woodcarving or whittling.*
*Ever heard of the phrase, 'too good to be true'? Also, thanks for the stats*
"I can understand as such. Have you just created an avatar?"
"I don't think I function the way you believe me to. I am naught but a mindless force when without flesh. I do not suggest that you attempt to destroy me, though, as I have had much more malevolent forms in millennia past, and I have a great fondness for this one."
"You seem to possess a mind greater than most."
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
E is outside, in a cloak that shrouds it in magical darkness. It seems to be searching for something.
Lazarus waves. "Whom might you be?"
The shrouded, 12-foot tall beast speaks in a cacophony of male and female voices of all ages. "I seem to have forgotten. I remember that my name begins with an E, but I don't remember anything after that. Could you name me?"
"Ezechiel would seem to be a... fitting name."
"A fine name. I usually try to avoid taking the names of prophets, but I'm sure I can make an exception for you. Now, what is your favorite food, my dear?"
"... Which Prophets? As for favorite food, I would distain if I were to say it and suffer for my gullibility."
"Any prophets. I find that many feel my taking up such a name blasphemy, as my appearance is far from holy, as you can already see. And what's more, while I don't understand how or why I could possibly hurt you with that knowledge, I admire how you didn't give in to temptation. Most who meet me immediately give into the desire to partake as soon as they hear my singing.
Now, instead of that, tell me, what is a hobby you enjoy? Other than purification, of course."
"Whittling, and I am no cleric, not any more."
"A pity. But then again, you most likely would assume me a demon if you were, wouldn't you?" The cloak moves, and after a while, Lazarus hears a crack. Eventually, a misshapen, part flesh, part metal arm reaches out of the black fabric, holding a small knife. "My whittling knife. It has served me well over the years. I used it to make toys, but you would likely use it for other things. It has never dulled, yet never cut me. It can slice away wood by the pound, yet is delicate enough for the finest details. It is but one tool, but it has served me well on its own."
"I need no weapon, but I am willing to take it, even if I distrust it. If I may ask, who are you?"
"I am Ezechiel. I am the Monster in the Attic. The Apostle of temptation and dark, forgotten places. I mean no harm, to anyone, but sadly, violence tends to arise when intolerant people find me. And that knife? I promise you, it is worthless as a weapon."
*The knife deals no damage on a hit, but counts as a set of woodcarver's tools and grants a +3 to all checks related to woodcarving or whittling.*
*Ever heard of the phrase, 'too good to be true'? Also, thanks for the stats*
"I can understand as such. Have you just created an avatar?"
"I don't think I function the way you believe me to. I am naught but a mindless force when without flesh. I do not suggest that you attempt to destroy me, though, as I have had much more malevolent forms in millennia past, and I have a great fondness for this one."
"You seem to possess a mind greater than most."
"Indeed. I have, of course, met many greater minds than my own, though. I can tell you about them if you wish."
E is outside, in a cloak that shrouds it in magical darkness. It seems to be searching for something.
Lazarus waves. "Whom might you be?"
The shrouded, 12-foot tall beast speaks in a cacophony of male and female voices of all ages. "I seem to have forgotten. I remember that my name begins with an E, but I don't remember anything after that. Could you name me?"
"Ezechiel would seem to be a... fitting name."
"A fine name. I usually try to avoid taking the names of prophets, but I'm sure I can make an exception for you. Now, what is your favorite food, my dear?"
"... Which Prophets? As for favorite food, I would distain if I were to say it and suffer for my gullibility."
"Any prophets. I find that many feel my taking up such a name blasphemy, as my appearance is far from holy, as you can already see. And what's more, while I don't understand how or why I could possibly hurt you with that knowledge, I admire how you didn't give in to temptation. Most who meet me immediately give into the desire to partake as soon as they hear my singing.
Now, instead of that, tell me, what is a hobby you enjoy? Other than purification, of course."
"Whittling, and I am no cleric, not any more."
"A pity. But then again, you most likely would assume me a demon if you were, wouldn't you?" The cloak moves, and after a while, Lazarus hears a crack. Eventually, a misshapen, part flesh, part metal arm reaches out of the black fabric, holding a small knife. "My whittling knife. It has served me well over the years. I used it to make toys, but you would likely use it for other things. It has never dulled, yet never cut me. It can slice away wood by the pound, yet is delicate enough for the finest details. It is but one tool, but it has served me well on its own."
"I need no weapon, but I am willing to take it, even if I distrust it. If I may ask, who are you?"
"I am Ezechiel. I am the Monster in the Attic. The Apostle of temptation and dark, forgotten places. I mean no harm, to anyone, but sadly, violence tends to arise when intolerant people find me. And that knife? I promise you, it is worthless as a weapon."
*The knife deals no damage on a hit, but counts as a set of woodcarver's tools and grants a +3 to all checks related to woodcarving or whittling.*
*Ever heard of the phrase, 'too good to be true'? Also, thanks for the stats*
"I can understand as such. Have you just created an avatar?"
"I don't think I function the way you believe me to. I am naught but a mindless force when without flesh. I do not suggest that you attempt to destroy me, though, as I have had much more malevolent forms in millennia past, and I have a great fondness for this one."
"You seem to possess a mind greater than most."
"Indeed. I have, of course, met many greater minds than my own, though. I can tell you about them if you wish."
"Sure, why not."
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"On the verge of exploding or ripping a hole into the Void or both"
"Maybe you want to abandon it. How long have you been working on it?"
"I don't even know anymore but working on it is better than letting the Reliquary blow"
"Elaborate."
"Bad stuff happens when Reliquary Drives fail"
"Want to drag it into the tavern then? To prevent such things?"
"And risk ripping a hole into the Void?"
"That most probably can't happen in the tavern. You could bring it into the astral plane, where such a portal wouldn't be out of place."
How do I get to the astral plane"
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I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
E is outside, in a cloak that shrouds it in magical darkness. It seems to be searching for something.
Lazarus waves. "Whom might you be?"
The shrouded, 12-foot tall beast speaks in a cacophony of male and female voices of all ages. "I seem to have forgotten. I remember that my name begins with an E, but I don't remember anything after that. Could you name me?"
"Ezechiel would seem to be a... fitting name."
"A fine name. I usually try to avoid taking the names of prophets, but I'm sure I can make an exception for you. Now, what is your favorite food, my dear?"
"... Which Prophets? As for favorite food, I would distain if I were to say it and suffer for my gullibility."
"Any prophets. I find that many feel my taking up such a name blasphemy, as my appearance is far from holy, as you can already see. And what's more, while I don't understand how or why I could possibly hurt you with that knowledge, I admire how you didn't give in to temptation. Most who meet me immediately give into the desire to partake as soon as they hear my singing.
Now, instead of that, tell me, what is a hobby you enjoy? Other than purification, of course."
"Whittling, and I am no cleric, not any more."
"A pity. But then again, you most likely would assume me a demon if you were, wouldn't you?" The cloak moves, and after a while, Lazarus hears a crack. Eventually, a misshapen, part flesh, part metal arm reaches out of the black fabric, holding a small knife. "My whittling knife. It has served me well over the years. I used it to make toys, but you would likely use it for other things. It has never dulled, yet never cut me. It can slice away wood by the pound, yet is delicate enough for the finest details. It is but one tool, but it has served me well on its own."
"I need no weapon, but I am willing to take it, even if I distrust it. If I may ask, who are you?"
"I am Ezechiel. I am the Monster in the Attic. The Apostle of temptation and dark, forgotten places. I mean no harm, to anyone, but sadly, violence tends to arise when intolerant people find me. And that knife? I promise you, it is worthless as a weapon."
*The knife deals no damage on a hit, but counts as a set of woodcarver's tools and grants a +3 to all checks related to woodcarving or whittling.*
*Ever heard of the phrase, 'too good to be true'? Also, thanks for the stats*
"I can understand as such. Have you just created an avatar?"
"I don't think I function the way you believe me to. I am naught but a mindless force when without flesh. I do not suggest that you attempt to destroy me, though, as I have had much more malevolent forms in millennia past, and I have a great fondness for this one."
"You seem to possess a mind greater than most."
"Indeed. I have, of course, met many greater minds than my own, though. I can tell you about them if you wish."
"Sure, why not."
What follows is a surprisingly very interesting conversation on various geniuses throughout history, most of whom were killed by their own ambitions. The lecture lasts for hours, as Ezechiel picks mushrooms and hunts small animals, moving at unearthly speeds to catch them.
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Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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"Okay. How is the ship?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Whittling, and I am no cleric, not any more."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"On the verge of exploding or ripping a hole into the Void or both"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
"Maybe you want to abandon it. How long have you been working on it?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"A pity. But then again, you most likely would assume me a demon if you were, wouldn't you?" The cloak moves, and after a while, Lazarus hears a crack. Eventually, a misshapen, part flesh, part metal arm reaches out of the black fabric, holding a small knife. "My whittling knife. It has served me well over the years. I used it to make toys, but you would likely use it for other things. It has never dulled, yet never cut me. It can slice away wood by the pound, yet is delicate enough for the finest details. It is but one tool, but it has served me well on its own."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I don't even know anymore but working on it is better than letting the Reliquary blow"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
"I need no weapon, but I am willing to take it, even if I distrust it. If I may ask, who are you?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I am Ezechiel. I am the Monster in the Attic. The Apostle of temptation and dark, forgotten places. I mean no harm, to anyone, but sadly, violence tends to arise when intolerant people find me. And that knife? I promise you, it is worthless as a weapon."
*The knife deals no damage on a hit, but counts as a set of woodcarver's tools and grants a +3 to all checks related to woodcarving or whittling.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Ever heard of the phrase, 'too good to be true'? Also, thanks for the stats*
"I can understand as such. Have you just created an avatar?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Elaborate."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Bad stuff happens when Reliquary Drives fail"
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I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
"Want to drag it into the tavern then? To prevent such things?"
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"I don't think I function the way you believe me to. I am naught but a mindless force when without flesh. I do not suggest that you attempt to destroy me, though, as I have had much more malevolent forms in millennia past, and I have a great fondness for this one."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"And risk ripping a hole into the Void?"
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I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
"You seem to possess a mind greater than most."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"That most probably can't happen in the tavern. You could bring it into the astral plane, where such a portal wouldn't be out of place."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Indeed. I have, of course, met many greater minds than my own, though. I can tell you about them if you wish."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Sure, why not."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
How do I get to the astral plane"
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I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
What follows is a surprisingly very interesting conversation on various geniuses throughout history, most of whom were killed by their own ambitions. The lecture lasts for hours, as Ezechiel picks mushrooms and hunts small animals, moving at unearthly speeds to catch them.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels