An old man, he must be in his 60's or 70's, is using a spray can to paint a white square in front of the inn's front door. He is wearing a robe that's a mix of red, blue, yellow and green swirls that goes down to his knees. He has a wrinkled, chocolate brown face, smoky blue eyes, short nut brown hair which is held in place be a multi coloured headband, and dusty leather sandals cover his feet.
Xan looks over and groans "why more people?"
The man doesn't respond
"wow, not even chatty. Thats boring" he said and rolled his eyes
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"I don't hate but i am a revengeful man." he said and chuckled "He did something to me so i must return the favor"
Emmet leans against the tree and rests his polearm on the ground. "I can understand that."
"Good" he said with a grin.
Emmet sifts through the bottles, looking for a full one.
"Can you even drink one of those?" Xan asked
Emmet seems to wilt a little "No..."
*I forgot to ask, what does Xan's current form look like?*
"hm." Xan said and dug through the pile and handed him a half-full one. "might as well live despite being dead"
*The pfp is the ideal but he stands 6'0 with pale skin, golden eyes, short blonde hair, sharp features. He wears a black crop top, a fashionable black leather jacket with gold buttons, black slacks, and boots.*
An old man, he must be in his 60's or 70's, is using a spray can to paint a white square in front of the inn's front door. He is wearing a robe that's a mix of red, blue, yellow and green swirls that goes down to his knees. He has a wrinkled, chocolate brown face, smoky blue eyes, short nut brown hair which is held in place be a multi coloured headband, and dusty leather sandals cover his feet.
The Baron was setting up some dim, green lanterns, but he stops when he sees the old man.
"I don't hate but i am a revengeful man." he said and chuckled "He did something to me so i must return the favor"
Emmet leans against the tree and rests his polearm on the ground. "I can understand that."
"Good" he said with a grin.
Emmet sifts through the bottles, looking for a full one.
"Can you even drink one of those?" Xan asked
Emmet seems to wilt a little "No..."
*I forgot to ask, what does Xan's current form look like?*
"hm." Xan said and dug through the pile and handed him a half-full one. "might as well live despite being dead"
*The pfp is the ideal but he stands 6'0 with pale skin, golden eyes, short blonde hair, sharp features. He wears a black crop top, a fashionable black leather jacket with gold buttons, black slacks, and boots.*
Emmet attempts to pour the bottle down his throat, but only manages to get himself dirty. He looks crestfallen.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
An old man, he must be in his 60's or 70's, is using a spray can to paint a white square in front of the inn's front door. He is wearing a robe that's a mix of red, blue, yellow and green swirls that goes down to his knees. He has a wrinkled, chocolate brown face, smoky blue eyes, short nut brown hair which is held in place be a multi coloured headband, and dusty leather sandals cover his feet.
Xan looks over and groans "why more people?"
The man doesn't respond
"wow, not even chatty. Thats boring" he said and rolled his eyes
The man notices you.
"Oh, hello there! Would you like to buy a watch?" He pulls a gold watch out of his robe, which sparkles in the light. "Only three gp, and it's solid gold."
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"I don't hate but i am a revengeful man." he said and chuckled "He did something to me so i must return the favor"
Emmet leans against the tree and rests his polearm on the ground. "I can understand that."
"Good" he said with a grin.
Emmet sifts through the bottles, looking for a full one.
"Can you even drink one of those?" Xan asked
Emmet seems to wilt a little "No..."
*I forgot to ask, what does Xan's current form look like?*
"hm." Xan said and dug through the pile and handed him a half-full one. "might as well live despite being dead"
*The pfp is the ideal but he stands 6'0 with pale skin, golden eyes, short blonde hair, sharp features. He wears a black crop top, a fashionable black leather jacket with gold buttons, black slacks, and boots.*
Emmet attempts to pour the bottle down his throat, but only manages to get himself dirty. He looks crestfallen.
An old man, he must be in his 60's or 70's, is using a spray can to paint a white square in front of the inn's front door. He is wearing a robe that's a mix of red, blue, yellow and green swirls that goes down to his knees. He has a wrinkled, chocolate brown face, smoky blue eyes, short nut brown hair which is held in place be a multi coloured headband, and dusty leather sandals cover his feet.
Xan looks over and groans "why more people?"
The man doesn't respond
"wow, not even chatty. Thats boring" he said and rolled his eyes
The man notices you.
"Oh, hello there! Would you like to buy a watch?" He pulls a gold watch out of his robe, which sparkles in the light. "Only three gp, and it's solid gold."
"aaaand your a salesman." He sticks out his tongue
"I don't hate but i am a revengeful man." he said and chuckled "He did something to me so i must return the favor"
Emmet leans against the tree and rests his polearm on the ground. "I can understand that."
"Good" he said with a grin.
Emmet sifts through the bottles, looking for a full one.
"Can you even drink one of those?" Xan asked
Emmet seems to wilt a little "No..."
*I forgot to ask, what does Xan's current form look like?*
"hm." Xan said and dug through the pile and handed him a half-full one. "might as well live despite being dead"
*The pfp is the ideal but he stands 6'0 with pale skin, golden eyes, short blonde hair, sharp features. He wears a black crop top, a fashionable black leather jacket with gold buttons, black slacks, and boots.*
Emmet attempts to pour the bottle down his throat, but only manages to get himself dirty. He looks crestfallen.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"I don't hate but i am a revengeful man." he said and chuckled "He did something to me so i must return the favor"
Emmet leans against the tree and rests his polearm on the ground. "I can understand that."
"Good" he said with a grin.
Emmet sifts through the bottles, looking for a full one.
"Can you even drink one of those?" Xan asked
Emmet seems to wilt a little "No..."
*I forgot to ask, what does Xan's current form look like?*
"hm." Xan said and dug through the pile and handed him a half-full one. "might as well live despite being dead"
*The pfp is the ideal but he stands 6'0 with pale skin, golden eyes, short blonde hair, sharp features. He wears a black crop top, a fashionable black leather jacket with gold buttons, black slacks, and boots.*
Emmet attempts to pour the bottle down his throat, but only manages to get himself dirty. He looks crestfallen.
"I don't hate but i am a revengeful man." he said and chuckled "He did something to me so i must return the favor"
Emmet leans against the tree and rests his polearm on the ground. "I can understand that."
"Good" he said with a grin.
Emmet sifts through the bottles, looking for a full one.
"Can you even drink one of those?" Xan asked
Emmet seems to wilt a little "No..."
*I forgot to ask, what does Xan's current form look like?*
"hm." Xan said and dug through the pile and handed him a half-full one. "might as well live despite being dead"
*The pfp is the ideal but he stands 6'0 with pale skin, golden eyes, short blonde hair, sharp features. He wears a black crop top, a fashionable black leather jacket with gold buttons, black slacks, and boots.*
Emmet attempts to pour the bottle down his throat, but only manages to get himself dirty. He looks crestfallen.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"I don't hate but i am a revengeful man." he said and chuckled "He did something to me so i must return the favor"
Emmet leans against the tree and rests his polearm on the ground. "I can understand that."
"Good" he said with a grin.
Emmet sifts through the bottles, looking for a full one.
"Can you even drink one of those?" Xan asked
Emmet seems to wilt a little "No..."
*I forgot to ask, what does Xan's current form look like?*
"hm." Xan said and dug through the pile and handed him a half-full one. "might as well live despite being dead"
*The pfp is the ideal but he stands 6'0 with pale skin, golden eyes, short blonde hair, sharp features. He wears a black crop top, a fashionable black leather jacket with gold buttons, black slacks, and boots.*
Emmet attempts to pour the bottle down his throat, but only manages to get himself dirty. He looks crestfallen.
Xan gives him a look of pity "poor thing" he said
"Don't mock me."
"I'm not. I'm simply stating facts" he said
"Then help. Help me become what I once was."
"how can I help you?" He asked and narrowed his eyes "Mn...... I can grant wishes but that takes a lot of energy and time"
The Baron is setting up dim, green lanterns, familiar to anyone who has been to the shadowfell.
*I don't have any characters that are from shadowfell*
*I didn't expect you to.*
The Baron, satisfied with his work, is now casting some sort of spell in the middle of a clearing. The ground is faintly rumbling.
*hmmm. Ill add in Allison, a main character of mine*
A pale-blue skinned half-elf is besides a creek. She is tending to a bush of blueberries while humming to herself. She has long white hair tied back in a bun, soft features, crystal blue eyes, and slightly pointed ears. She looks more elf then her human side. She wears a white blouse, a floor-length grey skirt, simple shoes, and black gloves.
"I don't hate but i am a revengeful man." he said and chuckled "He did something to me so i must return the favor"
Emmet leans against the tree and rests his polearm on the ground. "I can understand that."
"Good" he said with a grin.
Emmet sifts through the bottles, looking for a full one.
"Can you even drink one of those?" Xan asked
Emmet seems to wilt a little "No..."
*I forgot to ask, what does Xan's current form look like?*
"hm." Xan said and dug through the pile and handed him a half-full one. "might as well live despite being dead"
*The pfp is the ideal but he stands 6'0 with pale skin, golden eyes, short blonde hair, sharp features. He wears a black crop top, a fashionable black leather jacket with gold buttons, black slacks, and boots.*
Emmet attempts to pour the bottle down his throat, but only manages to get himself dirty. He looks crestfallen.
Xan gives him a look of pity "poor thing" he said
"Don't mock me."
"I'm not. I'm simply stating facts" he said
"Then help. Help me become what I once was."
"how can I help you?" He asked and narrowed his eyes "Mn...... I can grant wishes but that takes a lot of energy and time"
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"I don't hate but i am a revengeful man." he said and chuckled "He did something to me so i must return the favor"
Emmet leans against the tree and rests his polearm on the ground. "I can understand that."
"Good" he said with a grin.
Emmet sifts through the bottles, looking for a full one.
"Can you even drink one of those?" Xan asked
Emmet seems to wilt a little "No..."
*I forgot to ask, what does Xan's current form look like?*
"hm." Xan said and dug through the pile and handed him a half-full one. "might as well live despite being dead"
*The pfp is the ideal but he stands 6'0 with pale skin, golden eyes, short blonde hair, sharp features. He wears a black crop top, a fashionable black leather jacket with gold buttons, black slacks, and boots.*
Emmet attempts to pour the bottle down his throat, but only manages to get himself dirty. He looks crestfallen.
Xan gives him a look of pity "poor thing" he said
"Don't mock me."
"I'm not. I'm simply stating facts" he said
"Then help. Help me become what I once was."
"how can I help you?" He asked and narrowed his eyes "Mn...... I can grant wishes but that takes a lot of energy and time"
"What can I do to get my body back?"
"work for me" he said "I can make you human but you work for me then"
The Baron is setting up dim, green lanterns, familiar to anyone who has been to the shadowfell.
*I don't have any characters that are from shadowfell*
*I didn't expect you to.*
The Baron, satisfied with his work, is now casting some sort of spell in the middle of a clearing. The ground is faintly rumbling.
*hmmm. Ill add in Allison, a main character of mine*
A pale-blue skinned half-elf is besides a creek. She is tending to a bush of blueberries while humming to herself. She has long white hair tied back in a bun, soft features, crystal blue eyes, and slightly pointed ears. She looks more elf then her human side. She wears a white blouse, a floor-length grey skirt, simple shoes, and black gloves.
A mighty fortress made of black stone rises from the ground in the form of a tower with a wall around it. The dim green lanterns are the only lights inside. Black iron chains hang randomly across the structure, holding lanterns, cages, books, and even entire rooms. The tower just barely doesn't stretch out of the dome of night.
The Baron is setting up dim, green lanterns, familiar to anyone who has been to the shadowfell.
*I don't have any characters that are from shadowfell*
*I didn't expect you to.*
The Baron, satisfied with his work, is now casting some sort of spell in the middle of a clearing. The ground is faintly rumbling.
*hmmm. Ill add in Allison, a main character of mine*
A pale-blue skinned half-elf is besides a creek. She is tending to a bush of blueberries while humming to herself. She has long white hair tied back in a bun, soft features, crystal blue eyes, and slightly pointed ears. She looks more elf then her human side. She wears a white blouse, a floor-length grey skirt, simple shoes, and black gloves.
A mighty fortress made of black stone rises from the ground in the form of a tower with a wall around it. The dim green lanterns are the only lights inside. Black iron chains hang randomly across the structure, holding lanterns, cages, books, and even entire rooms. The tower just barely doesn't stretch out of the dome of night.
she looks over and narrows her eyes and grimaces a bit "what in the world?"
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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
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"wow, not even chatty. Thats boring" he said and rolled his eyes
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
Emmet seems to wilt a little "No..."
*I forgot to ask, what does Xan's current form look like?*
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"hm." Xan said and dug through the pile and handed him a half-full one. "might as well live despite being dead"
*The pfp is the ideal but he stands 6'0 with pale skin, golden eyes, short blonde hair, sharp features. He wears a black crop top, a fashionable black leather jacket with gold buttons, black slacks, and boots.*
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 Baron was setting up some dim, green lanterns, but he stops when he sees the old man.
"Hello, there. What... are you doing?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Emmet attempts to pour the bottle down his throat, but only manages to get himself dirty. He looks crestfallen.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
The man notices you.
"Oh, hello there! Would you like to buy a watch?" He pulls a gold watch out of his robe, which sparkles in the light. "Only three gp, and it's solid gold."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Xan gives him a look of pity "poor thing" he said
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
"aaaand your a salesman." He sticks out his tongue
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
"Don't mock me."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
The Baron is setting up dim, green lanterns, familiar to anyone who has been to the shadowfell.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I'm not. I'm simply stating facts" he said
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
*I don't have any characters that are from shadowfell*
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
"Then help. Help me become what I once was."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"how can I help you?" He asked and narrowed his eyes "Mn...... I can grant wishes but that takes a lot of energy and time"
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
*I didn't expect you to.*
The Baron, satisfied with his work, is now casting some sort of spell in the middle of a clearing. The ground is faintly rumbling.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*hmmm. Ill add in Allison, a main character of mine*
A pale-blue skinned half-elf is besides a creek. She is tending to a bush of blueberries while humming to herself. She has long white hair tied back in a bun, soft features, crystal blue eyes, and slightly pointed ears. She looks more elf then her human side. She wears a white blouse, a floor-length grey skirt, simple shoes, and black gloves.
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 can I do to get my body back?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"work for me" he said "I can make you human but you work for me then"
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
A mighty fortress made of black stone rises from the ground in the form of a tower with a wall around it. The dim green lanterns are the only lights inside. Black iron chains hang randomly across the structure, holding lanterns, cages, books, and even entire rooms. The tower just barely doesn't stretch out of the dome of night.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
she looks over and narrows her eyes and grimaces a bit "what in the world?"
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