*yes but i’d prefer if you could pick the characters, i’m exhausted right now*
*I completely understand, and I'm sorry if I disappear.*
Damian is in the kitchen, making some money for his wife and soon to be child, wearing a makeshift apron that says "Only my wife can kiss the cook." He moves around the kitchen with a smile on his face.
Sparrow has gotten himself good and right drunk, and is stumbling around town, his horse watching him with a look that can only be described as expected disappointment.
Mauric is sitting across from him, making a necklace from his old chain mail.
Klei watches him invisibly, trying to figure out how best to rob him.
Damian has been uncharacteristically sober for the past few days, not even glancing at a drink. He is currently serving some afternoon pancakes.
He stumbles all around, he doesn't have anything that looks obviously valuable than his near full coin pouch, and he looks like an easy target.
Mauric waves to him, grinning.
Klei carefully moves up to grab the pouch. Sleight of Hand: 13
Damian waves back "What ya doin' there bud?"
Perception:6+10
“Oh, uh, just putting this together for the ceremony. It’s the ‘something old’.”
Sparrow can feel something brush against him but can’t see anything.
He nods "What's the history behind it, if you don't mind my asking." He says, continuing to work.
Sparrow immediately draws Rosemary, his six shooter, sobering up "I can't stop killin' ghosts can I?" He makes a rough estimation where the person is, shooting to immobilize. To hit:14 If hit make a strength save.
“Well, once I left Cordon Bleu, I learned druidic arts in Massif Central from a druidic circle called the Rowan Ring. I used the magic I learned to enhance my abilities in cooking and also help with hunting. But they kind of, ah… kicked me out. So my use of metal armor was meant to signify my disorder to the old ways.”
It just barely misses. Klei backs away quickly, terrified.
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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.
They get a vibe and end up stopping just before they would have run into a manifesting Charlie. The bunny Spectre grins and spreads their arms in a dramatic and somewhat ambiguous gesture.
They rub their mustache with their fingers, evil villain style, looking to the skull on their belt, the way that they are able to access their otherworldly power. They think to themselves about what they should do for a moment before approaching slowly.
The Demon chuckles. "I've heard quite the horror stories about you from the spirits. An exorcist, a summoner, a, dare I say it... occultist. Welcome home, dear friend. How long we've all been waiting."
"Everyone has different base desires though. Not everyone is going to be susceptible to that. But I guess our methods suit our individual purposes pretty well."
“Yup. Want one?” Riotan grabs another eel and runs it along his forefangs, which are covered by what resemble ornate metal sheaths. When he withdraws it, the eel’s entire body has been flayed and sliced perfectly.
"I don't see why not. You gonna ask for something in trade?"
“Of course not. I’m hospitable, aren’t I?”
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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.
She makes a noise between a drawn out loud and a squeak
"That's definitely not nothing." They pat her head, their body wrapped in some sort of hair-thick force barrier.
She attacks their arm, not violently or anything but more like a kitten who wants to play.
"Cute." They play with her for a bit. "Maybe it would be better for you to remain intoxicated for a while. That way you won't mess with my plans as much. Safer this way."
“Well, once I left Cordon Bleu, I learned druidic arts in Massif Central from a druidic circle called the Rowan Ring. I used the magic I learned to enhance my abilities in cooking and also help with hunting. But they kind of, ah… kicked me out. So my use of metal armor was meant to signify my disorder to the old ways.”
It just barely misses. Klei backs away quickly, terrified.
He nods a long, trying his best to listen along with the monologue "That sounds like there is more to that story than you told me, but I don't need to know all that, its in the past now anyway. It's good to keep a momento though."
He curses loudly "Dang I've gotten rusty, wherever you are, either stop hidin' now, or I'll find ya the hard way."
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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 makes a noise between a drawn out loud and a squeak
"That's definitely not nothing." They pat her head, their body wrapped in some sort of hair-thick force barrier.
She attacks their arm, not violently or anything but more like a kitten who wants to play.
"Cute." They play with her for a bit. "Maybe it would be better for you to remain intoxicated for a while. That way you won't mess with my plans as much. Safer this way."
She bites their arm, not digging into the flesh of breaking the skin, a play bite like his arm is the thing she must take down. She giggles a bit.
They get a vibe and end up stopping just before they would have run into a manifesting Charlie. The bunny Spectre grins and spreads their arms in a dramatic and somewhat ambiguous gesture.
They rub their mustache with their fingers, evil villain style, looking to the skull on their belt, the way that they are able to access their otherworldly power. They think to themselves about what they should do for a moment before approaching slowly.
The Demon chuckles. "I've heard quite the horror stories about you from the spirits. An exorcist, a summoner, a, dare I say it... occultist. Welcome home, dear friend. How long we've all been waiting."
He grins slightly "So my reputation proceeds me, interesting. Unfortunately yours does not proceed you well enough for me to know who you are. I hate ti ask, but who might you be?"
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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.'
"Cute." They play with her for a bit. "Maybe it would be better for you to remain intoxicated for a while. That way you won't mess with my plans as much. Safer this way."
She bites their arm, not digging into the flesh of breaking the skin, a play bite like his arm is the thing she must take down. She giggles a bit.
She gets the impression that their Spiritual Armor would protect them even if she really was trying, which, given Stroth's teeth and jaws, is a concerning prospect.
"You're like the world's most great and terrible kitten, aren't you? You've got a lot of good deep down. Well, not good, but something other than evil. Innocence, I would say. You don't understand your actions any more than your foes do."
“Well, once I left Cordon Bleu, I learned druidic arts in Massif Central from a druidic circle called the Rowan Ring. I used the magic I learned to enhance my abilities in cooking and also help with hunting. But they kind of, ah… kicked me out. So my use of metal armor was meant to signify my disorder to the old ways.”
It just barely misses. Klei backs away quickly, terrified.
He nods a long, trying his best to listen along with the monologue "That sounds like there is more to that story than you told me, but I don't need to know all that, its in the past now anyway. It's good to keep a momento though."
He curses loudly "Dang I've gotten rusty, wherever you are, either stop hidin' now, or I'll find ya the hard way."
“Yeah. Also it’s just good armor. But I’m saying goodbye to those days. I used to be a very different man once…”
Klei begins running.
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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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"Thank yoooou" She grins madly, giggling more "This sounds so stupid but your fuuuun."
"Of course." She nods "Its our job, to inspire and tell stories no one else would."
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
"That's definitely not nothing." They pat her head, their body wrapped in some sort of hair-thick force barrier.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Well, once I left Cordon Bleu, I learned druidic arts in Massif Central from a druidic circle called the Rowan Ring. I used the magic I learned to enhance my abilities in cooking and also help with hunting. But they kind of, ah… kicked me out. So my use of metal armor was meant to signify my disorder to the old ways.”
It just barely misses. Klei backs away quickly, terrified.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Loriche heads over to her. “Sorry. Probably shouldn’t have meddled. I didn’t mean to trouble you in any way.”
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 attacks their arm, not violently or anything but more like a kitten who wants to play.
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
The Demon chuckles. "I've heard quite the horror stories about you from the spirits. An exorcist, a summoner, a, dare I say it... occultist. Welcome home, dear friend. How long we've all been waiting."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"No no, its fine. I thank you for it actually because it would've taken me hours to fix it."
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
“Of course not. I’m hospitable, aren’t I?”
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 chuckles, "You are really- Hic- fun tooo." He says, finishing his food, not ordering another round of food, just drinks.
"To take the stage and tell the things the world doesn't know about." He sighs "You're so wise."
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 takes on shot after another, leaning back in her chair "No no seriously! You are... Interesting? Is that the right word?"
"Heh.. I'm not wise.." she said, fidgeting with her rings "Just know a thing or two.."
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
"Cute." They play with her for a bit. "Maybe it would be better for you to remain intoxicated for a while. That way you won't mess with my plans as much. Safer this way."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He nods a long, trying his best to listen along with the monologue "That sounds like there is more to that story than you told me, but I don't need to know all that, its in the past now anyway. It's good to keep a momento though."
He curses loudly "Dang I've gotten rusty, wherever you are, either stop hidin' now, or I'll find ya the hard way."
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.)
“You’re welcome. I’m Loriche va Bental, by the way.”
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 bites their arm, not digging into the flesh of breaking the skin, a play bite like his arm is the thing she must take down. She giggles 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
"No idea, but I'll take your word for it. After all, you've accepted everything I've said so far." They pick up a fillet and take a bite.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Allison Vanderguard, a pleasure to meet you." She bows "I wish I would've learned that magic if I am being honest.. seems useful beyond imagine."
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
He grins slightly "So my reputation proceeds me, interesting. Unfortunately yours does not proceed you well enough for me to know who you are. I hate ti ask, but who might you be?"
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.)
*that's it, that's the head canon. Stroth, when drunk, is just a cat.*
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
She gets the impression that their Spiritual Armor would protect them even if she really was trying, which, given Stroth's teeth and jaws, is a concerning prospect.
"You're like the world's most great and terrible kitten, aren't you? You've got a lot of good deep down. Well, not good, but something other than evil. Innocence, I would say. You don't understand your actions any more than your foes do."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Yeah. Also it’s just good armor. But I’m saying goodbye to those days. I used to be a very different man once…”
Klei begins running.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.