It slowly approaches him, its nebulous form changing as it walks over the water’s surface. Its back half resembles that of a tiger with a tail that dissipates into cold mist near the end, and its front half resembles that of a gharial with an abnormally short snout.
“Probably.”
“Of course it does. What’s your name anyway?”
He immediately drops the fish, puts their hand next to their fist, and begins to charge an attack that causes the water to become turbulent from its mere presence.
“Well I can’t spare any time, so maybe I’ll just sleep when I’m dead.”
It slowly approaches him, its nebulous form changing as it walks over the water’s surface. Its back half resembles that of a tiger with a tail that dissipates into cold mist near the end, and its front half resembles that of a gharial with an abnormally short snout.
“Probably.”
“Of course it does. What’s your name anyway?”
He immediately drops the fish, puts their hand next to their fist, and begins to charge an attack that causes the water to become turbulent from its mere presence.
“Well I can’t spare any time, so maybe I’ll just sleep when I’m dead.”
“I have lots of names! One of them is Riotan. And the ‘tan’ is part of the name, not an honorific.”
The being arches its back, inching away from Gon. It’s clear that it feels threatened.
“Oh, I know for a fact there’s gotta be some magical way to get this to work. Enchantment spells could certainly help with exhaustion. We just need to find a fitting one.”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Of course, you can tell me all about it while I get a drink.” He walks over to get some alcohol and comes back with a full mug, sitting back down.
"I'd rather not."
“Do you want to talk about anything else.”
"I never asked to talk."
“And yet we’ve been having a wonderful conversation.”
"Wonderful is a bit of a stretch"
“What would you call it? Pleasantly Mediocre?”
"Exactly."
“I suppose my conversational skills need some work then.” He chuckles.
"Mine as well. I often avoid conversations." she appears lo lick her lips but bite her tongue back
He smiles and drinks down his mug “Why would that be, shy? You don’t seem like the type, maybe something closer to protecting people.”
"I'm not shy. Crowds are dangerous"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Cerberus has cracked out his old Dragonchess board and is playing against a winter Eladrin with multiple fairies screaming horrible advice at him.
Sylvan is teaching a young satyr how to ethically farm Eladrin roots.
Ternikus is cutting down Creaking who walk too close to the tavern begrudgingly.
However, somehow a Creaking has found its way into the cellar.
Thirteen watches the game with mild interest.
Mauric enters the cellar with his glaive, sighing. “They don’t pay me enough for this.”
Cerberus moves a sylph from the top to middle part of the board to capture a unicorn, to which the Fairies yell, "He can take it! You idiot!" The Eladrin however does not. "If I do, My dragon is vulnerable."
The second it realizes you are watching, it freezes and close its 3 eyes, appearing as a simple statue.
Cerberus has cracked out his old Dragonchess board and is playing against a winter Eladrin with multiple fairies screaming horrible advice at him.
Sylvan is teaching a young satyr how to ethically farm Eladrin roots.
Ternikus is cutting down Creaking who walk too close to the tavern begrudgingly.
However, somehow a Creaking has found its way into the cellar.
Thirteen watches the game with mild interest.
Mauric enters the cellar with his glaive, sighing. “They don’t pay me enough for this.”
Cerberus moves a sylph from the top to middle part of the board to capture a unicorn, to which the Fairies yell, "He can take it! You idiot!" The Eladrin however does not. "If I do, My dragon is vulnerable."
The second it realizes you are watching, it freezes and close its 3 eyes, appearing as a simple statue.
“Well, if you hadn’t taken the pawn he left dangling five moves ago, you would have never been in this mess to begin with.” He comments.
“Okay buddy. Just leave and we won’t have any trouble at all.” He says, poking the statue with his glaive.
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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 slowly approaches him, its nebulous form changing as it walks over the water’s surface. Its back half resembles that of a tiger with a tail that dissipates into cold mist near the end, and its front half resembles that of a gharial with an abnormally short snout.
“Probably.”
“Of course it does. What’s your name anyway?”
He immediately drops the fish, puts their hand next to their fist, and begins to charge an attack that causes the water to become turbulent from its mere presence.
“Well I can’t spare any time, so maybe I’ll just sleep when I’m dead.”
“I have lots of names! One of them is Riotan. And the ‘tan’ is part of the name, not an honorific.”
The being arches its back, inching away from Gon. It’s clear that it feels threatened.
“Oh, I know for a fact there’s gotta be some magical way to get this to work. Enchantment spells could certainly help with exhaustion. We just need to find a fitting one.”
He takes off his helm once more “I am John, John Dungeon, last of the crusades, purger of heretics. I’d say it’s a pleasure, but I don’t lie.”
He looks at it, and the energy dampens as he lowers his fist, raising the fish back up.
“I don’t need any magic, just strength of will, and good friendships, and with you here, I already have good friendships.”
It slowly approaches him, its nebulous form changing as it walks over the water’s surface. Its back half resembles that of a tiger with a tail that dissipates into cold mist near the end, and its front half resembles that of a gharial with an abnormally short snout.
“Probably.”
“Of course it does. What’s your name anyway?”
He immediately drops the fish, puts their hand next to their fist, and begins to charge an attack that causes the water to become turbulent from its mere presence.
“Well I can’t spare any time, so maybe I’ll just sleep when I’m dead.”
“I have lots of names! One of them is Riotan. And the ‘tan’ is part of the name, not an honorific.”
The being arches its back, inching away from Gon. It’s clear that it feels threatened.
“Oh, I know for a fact there’s gotta be some magical way to get this to work. Enchantment spells could certainly help with exhaustion. We just need to find a fitting one.”
He takes off his helm once more “I am John, John Dungeon, last of the crusades, purger of heretics. I’d say it’s a pleasure, but I don’t lie.”
He looks at it, and the energy dampens as he lowers his fist, raising the fish back up.
“I don’t need any magic, just strength of will, and good friendships, and with you here, I already have good friendships.”
Riotan bursts out laughing. “Your last name is [gp]ing DUNGEON?? That’s the most hilarious thing I have ever heard in my life.”
It slowly moves back toward him.
“Friendship is nice. But dying is not nice, so I’m gonna find a way to make this work.”
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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.
Cerberus has cracked out his old Dragonchess board and is playing against a winter Eladrin with multiple fairies screaming horrible advice at him.
Sylvan is teaching a young satyr how to ethically farm Eladrin roots.
Ternikus is cutting down Creaking who walk too close to the tavern begrudgingly.
However, somehow a Creaking has found its way into the cellar.
Thirteen watches the game with mild interest.
Mauric enters the cellar with his glaive, sighing. “They don’t pay me enough for this.”
Cerberus moves a sylph from the top to middle part of the board to capture a unicorn, to which the Fairies yell, "He can take it! You idiot!" The Eladrin however does not. "If I do, My dragon is vulnerable."
The second it realizes you are watching, it freezes and close its 3 eyes, appearing as a simple statue.
“Well, if you hadn’t taken the pawn he left dangling five moves ago, you would have never been in this mess to begin with.” He comments.
“Okay buddy. Just leave and we won’t have any trouble at all.” He says, poking the statue with his glaive.
Cerberus looks away from the board and smiles at thirteen, before moving his basilisk which allows the Eladrin to move his mage to catch the Sylph. "That was not the best move buddy. And you have no right to be judging me. This man has no tell. How was I supposed to know he had a plan for it. He was building a Vecna's fort play. That pawn would have been useless."
The moment the glaive makes contact, particles of magic fly off and through the open window, all the way to the decaying forest. Soon enough, they return, and the Creaking opens its eyes and swings at Mauric.
Cerberus has cracked out his old Dragonchess board and is playing against a winter Eladrin with multiple fairies screaming horrible advice at him.
Sylvan is teaching a young satyr how to ethically farm Eladrin roots.
Ternikus is cutting down Creaking who walk too close to the tavern begrudgingly.
However, somehow a Creaking has found its way into the cellar.
Thirteen watches the game with mild interest.
Mauric enters the cellar with his glaive, sighing. “They don’t pay me enough for this.”
Cerberus moves a sylph from the top to middle part of the board to capture a unicorn, to which the Fairies yell, "He can take it! You idiot!" The Eladrin however does not. "If I do, My dragon is vulnerable."
The second it realizes you are watching, it freezes and close its 3 eyes, appearing as a simple statue.
“Well, if you hadn’t taken the pawn he left dangling five moves ago, you would have never been in this mess to begin with.” He comments.
“Okay buddy. Just leave and we won’t have any trouble at all.” He says, poking the statue with his glaive.
Cerberus looks away from the board and smiles at thirteen, before moving his basilisk which allows the Eladrin to move his mage to catch the Sylph. "That was not the best move buddy. And you have no right to be judging me. This man has no tell. How was I supposed to know he had a plan for it. He was building a Vecna's fort play. That pawn would have been useless."
The moment the glaive makes contact, particles of magic fly off and through the open window, all the way to the decaying forest. Soon enough, they return, and the Creaking opens its eyes and swings at Mauric.
“I was just making a minor observation to myself. I apologize.”
”Whoa!” Mauric ducks and scampers up the staircase.
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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.
Out, in the alleyways of the township, a woman sits in gutter. She has long brown hair, pretty features, and wears a shoulderless red blouse and black jeans. She is curled up in the cold, hugging her knees to her chest.
A beautiful high elf enters the tavern, humming to herself pleasantly. She has long, wavy white hair, pale blue skin, and long pointed ears that are pierced with silver. She wears a white blouse, a brown leather corset, and a long brown skirt that sweeps the floor. Across her shoulder she carries a carved birch lute.
Cerberus has cracked out his old Dragonchess board and is playing against a winter Eladrin with multiple fairies screaming horrible advice at him.
Sylvan is teaching a young satyr how to ethically farm Eladrin roots.
Ternikus is cutting down Creaking who walk too close to the tavern begrudgingly.
However, somehow a Creaking has found its way into the cellar.
Thirteen watches the game with mild interest.
Mauric enters the cellar with his glaive, sighing. “They don’t pay me enough for this.”
Cerberus moves a sylph from the top to middle part of the board to capture a unicorn, to which the Fairies yell, "He can take it! You idiot!" The Eladrin however does not. "If I do, My dragon is vulnerable."
The second it realizes you are watching, it freezes and close its 3 eyes, appearing as a simple statue.
“Well, if you hadn’t taken the pawn he left dangling five moves ago, you would have never been in this mess to begin with.” He comments.
“Okay buddy. Just leave and we won’t have any trouble at all.” He says, poking the statue with his glaive.
Cerberus looks away from the board and smiles at thirteen, before moving his basilisk which allows the Eladrin to move his mage to catch the Sylph. "That was not the best move buddy. And you have no right to be judging me. This man has no tell. How was I supposed to know he had a plan for it. He was building a Vecna's fort play. That pawn would have been useless."
The moment the glaive makes contact, particles of magic fly off and through the open window, all the way to the decaying forest. Soon enough, they return, and the Creaking opens its eyes and swings at Mauric.
“I was just making a minor observation to myself. I apologize.”
”Whoa!” Mauric ducks and scampers up the staircase.
Cerberus moves his Hero to capture the Eladrin's mage, leaving them aghast. He then cast some sort of spell and a sound somewhat like a voice booms that everyone can hear. "IT is FIne. YOu SAW mY trick. I AM IMPREssed! Also sor... ee that THIS SPEEch is Bro... En. THIS is a NEW TRick. I HA... no toongue."
It chases him, but right as it's about to go through the passage and attack again, it freezes again, standing directly in the doorway.
Out, in the alleyways of the township, a woman sits in gutter. She has long brown hair, pretty features, and wears a shoulderless red blouse and black jeans. She is curled up in the cold, hugging her knees to her chest.
A beautiful high elf enters the tavern, humming to herself pleasantly. She has long, wavy white hair, pale blue skin, and long pointed ears that are pierced with silver. She wears a white blouse, a brown leather corset, and a long brown skirt that sweeps the floor. Across her shoulder she carries a carved birch lute.
Klei is walking quickly through the streets, trying to avoid attention.
Thirteen is at the bar as usual, studying a diagram of a glabrezu’s nervous system.
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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.
Out, in the alleyways of the township, a woman sits in gutter. She has long brown hair, pretty features, and wears a shoulderless red blouse and black jeans. She is curled up in the cold, hugging her knees to her chest.
A beautiful high elf enters the tavern, humming to herself pleasantly. She has long, wavy white hair, pale blue skin, and long pointed ears that are pierced with silver. She wears a white blouse, a brown leather corset, and a long brown skirt that sweeps the floor. Across her shoulder she carries a carved birch lute.
Klei is walking quickly through the streets, trying to avoid attention.
Thirteen is at the bar as usual, studying a diagram of a glabrezu’s nervous system.
She looks up, tears streaming from her eyes. She wipes them quickly, trying to at least look somewhat okay.
Allison takes a seat at the bar and spins around in her chair, smiling brightly. She pulls out her lute, lightly playing a tune that begins to make the air around her seek to sparkle a bit.
It slowly approaches him, its nebulous form changing as it walks over the water’s surface. Its back half resembles that of a tiger with a tail that dissipates into cold mist near the end, and its front half resembles that of a gharial with an abnormally short snout.
“Probably.”
“Of course it does. What’s your name anyway?”
He immediately drops the fish, puts their hand next to their fist, and begins to charge an attack that causes the water to become turbulent from its mere presence.
“Well I can’t spare any time, so maybe I’ll just sleep when I’m dead.”
“I have lots of names! One of them is Riotan. And the ‘tan’ is part of the name, not an honorific.”
The being arches its back, inching away from Gon. It’s clear that it feels threatened.
“Oh, I know for a fact there’s gotta be some magical way to get this to work. Enchantment spells could certainly help with exhaustion. We just need to find a fitting one.”
He takes off his helm once more “I am John, John Dungeon, last of the crusades, purger of heretics. I’d say it’s a pleasure, but I don’t lie.”
He looks at it, and the energy dampens as he lowers his fist, raising the fish back up.
“I don’t need any magic, just strength of will, and good friendships, and with you here, I already have good friendships.”
Riotan bursts out laughing. “Your last name is [gp]ing DUNGEON?? That’s the most hilarious thing I have ever heard in my life.”
It slowly moves back toward him.
“Friendship is nice. But dying is not nice, so I’m gonna find a way to make this work.”
“My name is Dungeon, I like my name, it’s better than Riotan in my opinion, but I’m not going to be a [gp] about something so simple as names.” He says, perfectly calm.
Gon also begins to move closer slowly.
“I’ve died before, it’s unlikely I’ll die again, but it’s nice to have you there for me.”
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“Of course it does. What’s your name anyway?”
He immediately drops the fish, puts their hand next to their fist, and begins to charge an attack that causes the water to become turbulent from its mere presence.
“Well I can’t spare any time, so maybe I’ll just sleep when I’m dead.”
*thanks dude*
Cerberus has cracked out his old Dragonchess board and is playing against a winter Eladrin with multiple fairies screaming horrible advice at him.
Sylvan is teaching a young satyr how to ethically farm Eladrin roots.
Ternikus is cutting down Creaking who walk too close to the tavern begrudgingly.
However, somehow a Creaking has found its way into the cellar.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“I have lots of names! One of them is Riotan. And the ‘tan’ is part of the name, not an honorific.”
The being arches its back, inching away from Gon. It’s clear that it feels threatened.
“Oh, I know for a fact there’s gotta be some magical way to get this to work. Enchantment spells could certainly help with exhaustion. We just need to find a fitting one.”
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 watches the game with mild interest.
Mauric enters the cellar with his glaive, sighing. “They don’t pay me enough for this.”
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'm not shy. Crowds are dangerous"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Cerberus moves a sylph from the top to middle part of the board to capture a unicorn, to which the Fairies yell, "He can take it! You idiot!" The Eladrin however does not. "If I do, My dragon is vulnerable."
The second it realizes you are watching, it freezes and close its 3 eyes, appearing as a simple statue.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Well, if you hadn’t taken the pawn he left dangling five moves ago, you would have never been in this mess to begin with.” He comments.
“Okay buddy. Just leave and we won’t have any trouble at all.” He says, poking the statue with his glaive.
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 takes off his helm once more “I am John, John Dungeon, last of the crusades, purger of heretics. I’d say it’s a pleasure, but I don’t lie.”
He looks at it, and the energy dampens as he lowers his fist, raising the fish back up.
“I don’t need any magic, just strength of will, and good friendships, and with you here, I already have good friendships.”
*I M B A C K*
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
Riotan bursts out laughing. “Your last name is [gp]ing DUNGEON?? That’s the most hilarious thing I have ever heard in my life.”
It slowly moves back toward him.
“Friendship is nice. But dying is not nice, so I’m gonna find a way to make this work.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Y O U R E B A C K *
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 kinda want to remake old characters like Allison (High Elf Bard) and Dani (The Forsaken Cultist).*
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
Cerberus looks away from the board and smiles at thirteen, before moving his basilisk which allows the Eladrin to move his mage to catch the Sylph. "That was not the best move buddy. And you have no right to be judging me. This man has no tell. How was I supposed to know he had a plan for it. He was building a Vecna's fort play. That pawn would have been useless."
The moment the glaive makes contact, particles of magic fly off and through the open window, all the way to the decaying forest. Soon enough, they return, and the Creaking opens its eyes and swings at Mauric.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*yes do that*
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 was just making a minor observation to myself. I apologize.”
”Whoa!” Mauric ducks and scampers up the staircase.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Out, in the alleyways of the township, a woman sits in gutter. She has long brown hair, pretty features, and wears a shoulderless red blouse and black jeans. She is curled up in the cold, hugging her knees to her chest.
A beautiful high elf enters the tavern, humming to herself pleasantly. She has long, wavy white hair, pale blue skin, and long pointed ears that are pierced with silver. She wears a white blouse, a brown leather corset, and a long brown skirt that sweeps the floor. Across her shoulder she carries a carved birch lute.
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
Cerberus moves his Hero to capture the Eladrin's mage, leaving them aghast. He then cast some sort of spell and a sound somewhat like a voice booms that everyone can hear. "IT is FIne. YOu SAW mY trick. I AM IMPREssed! Also sor... ee that THIS SPEEch is Bro... En. THIS is a NEW TRick. I HA... no toongue."
It chases him, but right as it's about to go through the passage and attack again, it freezes again, standing directly in the doorway.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Klei is walking quickly through the streets, trying to avoid attention.
Thirteen is at the bar as usual, studying a diagram of a glabrezu’s nervous system.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She looks up, tears streaming from her eyes. She wipes them quickly, trying to at least look somewhat okay.
Allison takes a seat at the bar and spins around in her chair, smiling brightly. She pulls out her lute, lightly playing a tune that begins to make the air around her seek to sparkle 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
“My name is Dungeon, I like my name, it’s better than Riotan in my opinion, but I’m not going to be a [gp] about something so simple as names.” He says, perfectly calm.
Gon also begins to move closer slowly.
“I’ve died before, it’s unlikely I’ll die again, but it’s nice to have you there for me.”