The tea seems to be effecting her now, she wiggles over and looks at the sigil, her pupils blown. "I can't say I've ever seen that before. Not a tattoo but more a marking!" She laughs.
He nods and walks over, sitting down. He smiles "If it is not a touchy subject, where did thou come from?" He asked.
The sigil seems to be carved into his skin roughly, more scar tissue now than anything "It was created when I came into existence as a part of Paul." His finishes his tea, his yellow eyes dilating slightly, the pupils turning to slits.
He takes out a map, "It is nothing to tell you where, here." He points to a spot that would be nearly hundreds of miles away "My home farm is right here."
She touches it, amazed "I've seen stuff like this before. It's so... Fascinating. People don't understand magic until it affects them!"
"Hm, I am assuming there is a darker tone behind this story?"
The sigil feels like it should burn at the touch, but it doesn't "It has always been a part of both of us, never separate, always there."
He sighs "You could say that, a family lives at that farm, without their father."
She nods and pulls away, curling into a blanket "How did you get here?" She asked.
Felix is performing a ritual over William's corpse. He has sacrificed several animals and plants for their pure Anima, the vital energy that flows through all things.
Dyscharist is building some furniture out of sturdy animal bones.
*awesome. want to rp as Nick and make it even more painful?*
*perhaps*
*aight*
Mauric is looking for Nick, very anxious. He’s dressed his absolute best, which still isn’t too different from his usual attire. He has something very important so say.
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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.
*awesome. want to rp as Nick and make it even more painful?*
*perhaps*
*aight*
Mauric is looking for Nick, very anxious. He’s dressed his absolute best, which still isn’t too different from his usual attire. He has something very important so say.
Nick is sitting in a field making lots and lots of flower crowns
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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.
Honeywhisker is back, her little home in the woods appearing again. She is praying to nature. The warm glow of candles fills the woods, each having their own little charm attached to the stick.
Stroth is beating the everliving (GP) out of a paladin who attacked her, calling her a demon.
Luciano is praying to Morgana at his shrine in the temple.
She nods and pulls away, curling into a blanket "How did you get here?" She asked.
"Hm... Are you the father?' he asks
"I came with Paul." He chuckles "He came because is looking to help people through adventuring."
He nods "I left because we would have starved, I stay away because I changed during the war."
"Do you both want the help?" She asks, raising a brow "If you don't, then there is a pickle there."
"Ah, a difference between then and now." He nods understandingly.
He waves his hand "I don't want much, I simply wish to exist along with Paul. I am willing to do whatever he wants." He smiles, which seems unwilling threatening.
"There is a difference, I became a person my family wouldn't recognize." He says with a sigh.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Honeywhisker is back, her little home in the woods appearing again. She is praying to nature. The warm glow of candles fills the woods, each having their own little charm attached to the stick.
Stroth is beating the everliving (GP) out of a paladin who attacked her, calling her a demon.
Luciano is praying to Morgana at his shrine in the temple.
Felix watches, eating some of that Gourmet Holy water. He doesn't intervene in any way.
*awesome. want to rp as Nick and make it even more painful?*
*perhaps*
*aight*
Mauric is looking for Nick, very anxious. He’s dressed his absolute best, which still isn’t too different from his usual attire. He has something very important so say.
Nick is sitting in a field making lots and lots of flower crowns
Mauric walks up behind him. “Hey Nick!”
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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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She nods and pulls away, curling into a blanket "How did you get here?" She asked.
"Hm... Are you the father?' he asks
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
"Lovely.' she grins "I am hoping some herbs as well.'
"Sorry." He said, looking a bit guilty.
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
*perhaps*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*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.
"Yes my dear, of course."
he laughs a bit, kissing him
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I came with Paul." He chuckles "He came because is looking to help people through adventuring."
He nods "I left because we would have starved, I stay away because I changed during the war."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She beams and hugs him
He kisses him back
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
"Do you both want the help?" She asks, raising a brow "If you don't, then there is a pickle there."
"Ah, a difference between then and now." He nods understandingly.
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
*What if, hypothetically, I kill of Phoenix as well right now...?*
He hugs her back.
"Lovely morning..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Felix is performing a ritual over William's corpse. He has sacrificed several animals and plants for their pure Anima, the vital energy that flows through all things.
Dyscharist is building some furniture out of sturdy animal bones.
-Free Pick-
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*aight*
Mauric is looking for Nick, very anxious. He’s dressed his absolute best, which still isn’t too different from his usual attire. He has something very important so say.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Nick is sitting in a field making lots and lots of flower crowns
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*0.0🔪*
"You feeling okay?" She asks.
"I suppose. I've been asleep." He chuckles
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
Honeywhisker is back, her little home in the woods appearing again. She is praying to nature. The warm glow of candles fills the woods, each having their own little charm attached to the stick.
Stroth is beating the everliving (GP) out of a paladin who attacked her, calling her a demon.
Luciano is praying to Morgana at his shrine in the temple.
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
*ahahahah, imma do it in da pm now >:]*
He nods, just tired.
"You should get to bed earlier." he says, gently tweaking his nose
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He waves his hand "I don't want much, I simply wish to exist along with Paul. I am willing to do whatever he wants." He smiles, which seems unwilling threatening.
"There is a difference, I became a person my family wouldn't recognize." He says with a sigh.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*With whom?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*S C R E E C H E S*
She raises a brow
He hisses 'I have been!"
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
Felix watches, eating some of that Gourmet Holy water. He doesn't intervene in any way.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Mauric walks up behind him. “Hey Nick!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.