The Tarnished looks ticked off as she heals the wounds. "No im not! But you should at least ask before doing this stuff to people!" Helena protests
"No I shouldn't, would you rather me ask permission and them be dead, or not and they live? Permission doesn't matter when you're saving lives." She continues to heal the remaining wounds with expert care. Healing:24
"THEIR WOUNDS WERE STITCHED UP AND NOT BLEEDING! He was in no danger!" she shouts, ticked off
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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.
The Tarnished looks ticked off as she heals the wounds. "No im not! But you should at least ask before doing this stuff to people!" Helena protests
"No I shouldn't, would you rather me ask permission and them be dead, or not and they live? Permission doesn't matter when you're saving lives." She continues to heal the remaining wounds with expert care. Healing:24
"THEIR WOUNDS WERE STITCHED UP AND NOT BLEEDING! He was in no danger!" she shouts, ticked off
"Disease." She says calmly "Disease doesn't care about stitches or leaking blood. Disease killed my professor. Calm down, you are causing future heart issues by being so angry."
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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.'
The Tarnished looks ticked off as she heals the wounds. "No im not! But you should at least ask before doing this stuff to people!" Helena protests
"No I shouldn't, would you rather me ask permission and them be dead, or not and they live? Permission doesn't matter when you're saving lives." She continues to heal the remaining wounds with expert care. Healing:24
"THEIR WOUNDS WERE STITCHED UP AND NOT BLEEDING! He was in no danger!" she shouts, ticked off
"Disease." She says calmly "Disease doesn't care about stitches or leaking blood. Disease killed my professor. Calm down, you are causing future heart issues by being so angry."
"The wounds were cleaned prior." she hisses, grabbing the end of a small staff in her bag
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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.
Charlie approaches the Eyeless Traitor, their soft, white clothes flowing voluminously in the wind. "On a scale of one to 10, how satisfactory would you say that your spectral match is?"
She looks over at Charlie, her glowing light 'eyes' holding a smile that the void that was her face cannot convey. "It's... amazing. Easily a 9, maybe a 10. I can't thank you enough."
They smile back. "That's very good to hear. I'm always happy to help. I'm very glad that you are enjoying her so far. She hasn't been out in a while, since most people want simpler, more direct revenges instead of actual closure. Traitor is a methodical destroyer, as you've likely noticed. A good match indeed."
The Tarnished looks ticked off as she heals the wounds. "No im not! But you should at least ask before doing this stuff to people!" Helena protests
"No I shouldn't, would you rather me ask permission and them be dead, or not and they live? Permission doesn't matter when you're saving lives." She continues to heal the remaining wounds with expert care. Healing:24
"THEIR WOUNDS WERE STITCHED UP AND NOT BLEEDING! He was in no danger!" she shouts, ticked off
"Disease." She says calmly "Disease doesn't care about stitches or leaking blood. Disease killed my professor. Calm down, you are causing future heart issues by being so angry."
"The wounds were cleaned prior." she hisses, grabbing the end of a small staff in her bag
"I see that, well done, but that won't stop disease perfectly." She stands up, after she finishes healing and holds out a gloved hand "I am Paracelsus."
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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.'
She opens her large mouth and devours it in a few bites. She licks her lips and fingers, grinning.
She closes her eyes again, her white hair falling around her. Her ears twitch a bit.
He takes more time eating, although he does quickly finish the dish of cheese fries. He cleans the area around his mouth of cheese "Mmm, that was good."
He summons his lute and begins to play quietly, slowly, methodically.
"Agreed, I need food. I feel like I'm starving."
She listens, watching him again. She smiles a bit.
*Sorry for disappearing.*
He puts some coins onto the counter, ordering them both drinks and second servings.
He has his eyes closed, feeling the notes he plays as they appear around them both by magic.
*Here we go.*
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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.'
The Tarnished looks ticked off as she heals the wounds. "No im not! But you should at least ask before doing this stuff to people!" Helena protests
"No I shouldn't, would you rather me ask permission and them be dead, or not and they live? Permission doesn't matter when you're saving lives." She continues to heal the remaining wounds with expert care. Healing:24
"THEIR WOUNDS WERE STITCHED UP AND NOT BLEEDING! He was in no danger!" she shouts, ticked off
"Disease." She says calmly "Disease doesn't care about stitches or leaking blood. Disease killed my professor. Calm down, you are causing future heart issues by being so angry."
"The wounds were cleaned prior." she hisses, grabbing the end of a small staff in her bag
"I see that, well done, but that won't stop disease perfectly." She stands up, after she finishes healing and holds out a gloved hand "I am Paracelsus."
"Helena." she snaps, not shaking her hand
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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.
She opens her large mouth and devours it in a few bites. She licks her lips and fingers, grinning.
She closes her eyes again, her white hair falling around her. Her ears twitch a bit.
He takes more time eating, although he does quickly finish the dish of cheese fries. He cleans the area around his mouth of cheese "Mmm, that was good."
He summons his lute and begins to play quietly, slowly, methodically.
"Agreed, I need food. I feel like I'm starving."
She listens, watching him again. She smiles a bit.
*Sorry for disappearing.*
He puts some coins onto the counter, ordering them both drinks and second servings.
He has his eyes closed, feeling the notes he plays as they appear around them both by magic.
*Here we go.*
She looks like a happy cat, eating basket after basket "You ever have udon before? Its real good."
She watches them and laughs gently "You are really good at this."
Charlie approaches the Eyeless Traitor, their soft, white clothes flowing voluminously in the wind. "On a scale of one to 10, how satisfactory would you say that your spectral match is?"
She looks over at Charlie, her glowing light 'eyes' holding a smile that the void that was her face cannot convey. "It's... amazing. Easily a 9, maybe a 10. I can't thank you enough."
They smile back. "That's very good to hear. I'm always happy to help. I'm very glad that you are enjoying her so far. She hasn't been out in a while, since most people want simpler, more direct revenges instead of actual closure. Traitor is a methodical destroyer, as you've likely noticed. A good match indeed."
"Yeah, It feels like I'm getting along well with her. Similar motivations and all that- we're very alike in some ways." She picks up the otyugh plush, holding it carefully to not tear it with her claws.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
They smile back. "That's very good to hear. I'm always happy to help. I'm very glad that you are enjoying her so far. She hasn't been out in a while, since most people want simpler, more direct revenges instead of actual closure. Traitor is a methodical destroyer, as you've likely noticed. A good match indeed."
"Yeah, It feels like I'm getting along well with her. Similar motivations and all that- we're very alike in some ways." She picks up the otyugh plush, holding it carefully to not tear it with her claws.
"Do you remember where you got that? Originally, I mean." They sit down next to her.
Helena is asleep next to The Tarnished who is wide awake
Jack is walking into the tavern, writing something in his tome.
Lore is with Soul and Harmonia, in the library.
Allison is keeping an eye on Helena and The Tarnished.
Phoenix walks over quickly, tea in hand. "Please tell me this is the real you..."
Theren walks in, trying to stay calm as he sits next to lore.
The Tarnished makes eye contact with her and mouths, "Thank you."
He raises a brow "Yeah? I'm pretty sure I'm me?"
Lore hugs him "You okay?" she asks.
She smiles warmly and nods.
Phoenix hugs him, making sure not to spill the tea.
"I...i need to talk to you...in private.."
The Tarnished grunts as he stands, putting a blanket over Helena and sits across from Allison. "I'm not great with words. So i'll keep this short Bard. I wonder why you helped me? What was your reasoning?"
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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"THEIR WOUNDS WERE STITCHED UP AND NOT BLEEDING! He was in no danger!" she shouts, ticked off
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*W H O W A N T S T O R P*
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
"Disease." She says calmly "Disease doesn't care about stitches or leaking blood. Disease killed my professor. Calm down, you are causing future heart issues by being so angry."
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.)
*Yeah definitely me. Do you want to continue from before or start anew?*
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.)
*Sure! lets continue :]*
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
*ME ME ME!!!*
Theren is looking for Lore, he is very pale.
Phoenix is shakily drinking tea.
Helena is asleep next to The Tarnished who is wide awake
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"The wounds were cleaned prior." she hisses, grabbing the end of a small staff in her bag
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Jack is walking into the tavern, writing something in his tome.
Lore is with Soul and Harmonia, in the library.
Allison is keeping an eye on Helena and The Tarnished.
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
They smile back. "That's very good to hear. I'm always happy to help. I'm very glad that you are enjoying her so far. She hasn't been out in a while, since most people want simpler, more direct revenges instead of actual closure. Traitor is a methodical destroyer, as you've likely noticed. A good match indeed."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I see that, well done, but that won't stop disease perfectly." She stands up, after she finishes healing and holds out a gloved hand "I am Paracelsus."
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.)
*Give me a moment to find it.*
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.)
*Here we go.*
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.)
Phoenix walks over quickly, tea in hand. "Please tell me this is the real you..."
Theren walks in, trying to stay calm as he sits next to lore.
The Tarnished makes eye contact with her and mouths, "Thank you."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Helena." she snaps, not shaking her hand
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She looks like a happy cat, eating basket after basket "You ever have udon before? Its real good."
She watches them and laughs gently "You are really good at this."
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
"Yeah, It feels like I'm getting along well with her. Similar motivations and all that- we're very alike in some ways." She picks up the otyugh plush, holding it carefully to not tear it with her claws.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He raises a brow "Yeah? I'm pretty sure I'm me?"
Lore hugs him "You okay?" she asks.
She smiles warmly and nods.
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 remember where you got that? Originally, I mean." They sit down next to her.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She doesn't pull her hand back "Does the guy in armor have a name."
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.)
Phoenix hugs him, making sure not to spill the tea.
"I...i need to talk to you...in private.."
The Tarnished grunts as he stands, putting a blanket over Helena and sits across from Allison. "I'm not great with words. So i'll keep this short Bard. I wonder why you helped me? What was your reasoning?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.