Kaladin is turning in a bounty, looking tired as he takes the small sack of coins
Georgie is reading a book in oswald's factory
Something is hunched over a body in the forest, shoving meat into it's toothy maw
Scott walks over and pulls items out of his bag. It is a small wooden crow statue and a small black bag with the sigil of transmutation stitched on it. He smiles slightly "These are for you."
Kinko walks over to the toothy maw, tilting her head.
tycho looks up at him, "A gift?"
The creature is mostly featureless, no eyes or ears or a nose, and is a deep gray color
"Yep." He nods.
The Kitsune walks over, no fear in her face or step.
He smiles, taking them then hugging scott, "Thanks" he grins
The creature perks up, seeming to have sensed her approach
"You're welcome." He nods and sits down.
Kinko waves, grinning.
Tycho hums, setting the statue and bag on the table,
Theren is upset in the library, flipping through books. Most of them seem to be books on necromancy.
Phoenix is outside smoking his 4th cigarette that morning. He bounces his leg nervously.
The Tarnished is holding off a young Tarrasque. His armor is torn and shattered in some places. His helmet is halfway broken. Laying on the ground behind him, hurt, is Helena.
The Shadow Wizard has constructed a tower in the woods and is chilling inside it.
Lore appears behind him "THEREN!" She rasps, cursing in infernal.
Theren is upset in the library, flipping through books. Most of them seem to be books on necromancy.
Phoenix is outside smoking his 4th cigarette that morning. He bounces his leg nervously.
The Tarnished is holding off a young Tarrasque. His armor is torn and shattered in some places. His helmet is halfway broken. Laying on the ground behind him, hurt, is Helena.
The Shadow Wizard has constructed a tower in the woods and is chilling inside it.
Lore appears behind him "THEREN!" She rasps, cursing in infernal.
Theren jumps slightly, startled. "Wuh huh?"
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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.
Kaladin is turning in a bounty, looking tired as he takes the small sack of coins
Georgie is reading a book in oswald's factory
Something is hunched over a body in the forest, shoving meat into it's toothy maw
Scott walks over and pulls items out of his bag. It is a small wooden crow statue and a small black bag with the sigil of transmutation stitched on it. He smiles slightly "These are for you."
Kinko walks over to the toothy maw, tilting her head.
tycho looks up at him, "A gift?"
The creature is mostly featureless, no eyes or ears or a nose, and is a deep gray color
"Yep." He nods.
The Kitsune walks over, no fear in her face or step.
He smiles, taking them then hugging scott, "Thanks" he grins
The creature perks up, seeming to have sensed her approach
"You're welcome." He nods and sits down.
Kinko waves, grinning.
Tycho hums, setting the statue and bag on the table,
It moves towards her, leaving behind the body
"The bag can hold more than what it appears to hold, the statue allows you to summon a crow friend." He chuckles.
Theren is upset in the library, flipping through books. Most of them seem to be books on necromancy.
Phoenix is outside smoking his 4th cigarette that morning. He bounces his leg nervously.
The Tarnished is holding off a young Tarrasque. His armor is torn and shattered in some places. His helmet is halfway broken. Laying on the ground behind him, hurt, is Helena.
The Shadow Wizard has constructed a tower in the woods and is chilling inside it.
Lore appears behind him "THEREN!" She rasps, cursing in infernal.
Theren jumps slightly, startled. "Wuh huh?"
She stumbles a bit when she runs over, pulling out a poster from her pocket "Not good! He's coming!"
Theren is upset in the library, flipping through books. Most of them seem to be books on necromancy.
Phoenix is outside smoking his 4th cigarette that morning. He bounces his leg nervously.
The Tarnished is holding off a young Tarrasque. His armor is torn and shattered in some places. His helmet is halfway broken. Laying on the ground behind him, hurt, is Helena.
The Shadow Wizard has constructed a tower in the woods and is chilling inside it.
Lore appears behind him "THEREN!" She rasps, cursing in infernal.
Theren jumps slightly, startled. "Wuh huh?"
She stumbles a bit when she runs over, pulling out a poster from her pocket "Not good! He's coming!"
Theren stands up, gently grabbing her shoulders. "Who?"
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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.
Theren is upset in the library, flipping through books. Most of them seem to be books on necromancy.
Phoenix is outside smoking his 4th cigarette that morning. He bounces his leg nervously.
The Tarnished is holding off a young Tarrasque. His armor is torn and shattered in some places. His helmet is halfway broken. Laying on the ground behind him, hurt, is Helena.
The Shadow Wizard has constructed a tower in the woods and is chilling inside it.
Lore appears behind him "THEREN!" She rasps, cursing in infernal.
Theren jumps slightly, startled. "Wuh huh?"
She stumbles a bit when she runs over, pulling out a poster from her pocket "Not good! He's coming!"
Theren stands up, gently grabbing her shoulders. "Who?"
She hands him the paper. Its a piece of parchment she ripped from a very old book. A dwarven spirit dressed in cold weather clothing by the name of 'Jack Frost'.
Kaladin is turning in a bounty, looking tired as he takes the small sack of coins
Georgie is reading a book in oswald's factory
Something is hunched over a body in the forest, shoving meat into it's toothy maw
Scott walks over and pulls items out of his bag. It is a small wooden crow statue and a small black bag with the sigil of transmutation stitched on it. He smiles slightly "These are for you."
Kinko walks over to the toothy maw, tilting her head.
tycho looks up at him, "A gift?"
The creature is mostly featureless, no eyes or ears or a nose, and is a deep gray color
"Yep." He nods.
The Kitsune walks over, no fear in her face or step.
He smiles, taking them then hugging scott, "Thanks" he grins
The creature perks up, seeming to have sensed her approach
"You're welcome." He nods and sits down.
Kinko waves, grinning.
Tycho hums, setting the statue and bag on the table,
It moves towards her, leaving behind the body
"The bag can hold more than what it appears to hold, the statue allows you to summon a crow friend." He chuckles.
Kaladin is turning in a bounty, looking tired as he takes the small sack of coins
Georgie is reading a book in oswald's factory
Something is hunched over a body in the forest, shoving meat into it's toothy maw
Scott walks over and pulls items out of his bag. It is a small wooden crow statue and a small black bag with the sigil of transmutation stitched on it. He smiles slightly "These are for you."
Kinko walks over to the toothy maw, tilting her head.
tycho looks up at him, "A gift?"
The creature is mostly featureless, no eyes or ears or a nose, and is a deep gray color
"Yep." He nods.
The Kitsune walks over, no fear in her face or step.
He smiles, taking them then hugging scott, "Thanks" he grins
The creature perks up, seeming to have sensed her approach
"You're welcome." He nods and sits down.
Kinko waves, grinning.
Tycho hums, setting the statue and bag on the table,
It moves towards her, leaving behind the body
"The bag can hold more than what it appears to hold, the statue allows you to summon a crow friend." He chuckles.
Theren is upset in the library, flipping through books. Most of them seem to be books on necromancy.
Phoenix is outside smoking his 4th cigarette that morning. He bounces his leg nervously.
The Tarnished is holding off a young Tarrasque. His armor is torn and shattered in some places. His helmet is halfway broken. Laying on the ground behind him, hurt, is Helena.
The Shadow Wizard has constructed a tower in the woods and is chilling inside it.
Lore appears behind him "THEREN!" She rasps, cursing in infernal.
Theren jumps slightly, startled. "Wuh huh?"
She stumbles a bit when she runs over, pulling out a poster from her pocket "Not good! He's coming!"
Theren stands up, gently grabbing her shoulders. "Who?"
She hands him the paper. Its a piece of parchment she ripped from a very old book. A dwarven spirit dressed in cold weather clothing by the name of 'Jack Frost'.
"Hon....Jack Frost is a fairy tale. He was in children's stories to explain winter..."
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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.
Kaladin is turning in a bounty, looking tired as he takes the small sack of coins
Georgie is reading a book in oswald's factory
Something is hunched over a body in the forest, shoving meat into it's toothy maw
Scott walks over and pulls items out of his bag. It is a small wooden crow statue and a small black bag with the sigil of transmutation stitched on it. He smiles slightly "These are for you."
Kinko walks over to the toothy maw, tilting her head.
tycho looks up at him, "A gift?"
The creature is mostly featureless, no eyes or ears or a nose, and is a deep gray color
"Yep." He nods.
The Kitsune walks over, no fear in her face or step.
He smiles, taking them then hugging scott, "Thanks" he grins
The creature perks up, seeming to have sensed her approach
"You're welcome." He nods and sits down.
Kinko waves, grinning.
Tycho hums, setting the statue and bag on the table,
It moves towards her, leaving behind the body
"The bag can hold more than what it appears to hold, the statue allows you to summon a crow friend." He chuckles.
She tilts her head from side to side.
"Crow fiend?" he tilts his head curiously
It mimics the motions
"Friend." He says, chuckling.
"Who are ya honey?" She asks.
"Ah," he smiles, picking it up, "sounds nice"
It takes a moment, before speaking in her voice, "Mi...rro...r"
Theren is upset in the library, flipping through books. Most of them seem to be books on necromancy.
Phoenix is outside smoking his 4th cigarette that morning. He bounces his leg nervously.
The Tarnished is holding off a young Tarrasque. His armor is torn and shattered in some places. His helmet is halfway broken. Laying on the ground behind him, hurt, is Helena.
The Shadow Wizard has constructed a tower in the woods and is chilling inside it.
Lore appears behind him "THEREN!" She rasps, cursing in infernal.
Theren jumps slightly, startled. "Wuh huh?"
She stumbles a bit when she runs over, pulling out a poster from her pocket "Not good! He's coming!"
Theren stands up, gently grabbing her shoulders. "Who?"
She hands him the paper. Its a piece of parchment she ripped from a very old book. A dwarven spirit dressed in cold weather clothing by the name of 'Jack Frost'.
"Hon....Jack Frost is a fairy tale. He was in children's stories to explain winter..."
"No no no no no. I know he isn't." Se says, pacing "A few of my wolves said he is awake again and is making his way to town."
Kaladin is turning in a bounty, looking tired as he takes the small sack of coins
Georgie is reading a book in oswald's factory
Something is hunched over a body in the forest, shoving meat into it's toothy maw
Scott walks over and pulls items out of his bag. It is a small wooden crow statue and a small black bag with the sigil of transmutation stitched on it. He smiles slightly "These are for you."
Kinko walks over to the toothy maw, tilting her head.
tycho looks up at him, "A gift?"
The creature is mostly featureless, no eyes or ears or a nose, and is a deep gray color
"Yep." He nods.
The Kitsune walks over, no fear in her face or step.
He smiles, taking them then hugging scott, "Thanks" he grins
The creature perks up, seeming to have sensed her approach
"You're welcome." He nods and sits down.
Kinko waves, grinning.
Tycho hums, setting the statue and bag on the table,
It moves towards her, leaving behind the body
"The bag can hold more than what it appears to hold, the statue allows you to summon a crow friend." He chuckles.
She tilts her head from side to side.
"Crow fiend?" he tilts his head curiously
It mimics the motions
"Friend." He says, chuckling.
"Who are ya honey?" She asks.
"Ah," he smiles, picking it up, "sounds nice"
It takes a moment, before speaking in her voice, "Mi...rro...r"
"Yep." He nods and sips his coffee out of his thermos.
Theren is upset in the library, flipping through books. Most of them seem to be books on necromancy.
Phoenix is outside smoking his 4th cigarette that morning. He bounces his leg nervously.
The Tarnished is holding off a young Tarrasque. His armor is torn and shattered in some places. His helmet is halfway broken. Laying on the ground behind him, hurt, is Helena.
The Shadow Wizard has constructed a tower in the woods and is chilling inside it.
Lore appears behind him "THEREN!" She rasps, cursing in infernal.
Theren jumps slightly, startled. "Wuh huh?"
She stumbles a bit when she runs over, pulling out a poster from her pocket "Not good! He's coming!"
Theren stands up, gently grabbing her shoulders. "Who?"
She hands him the paper. Its a piece of parchment she ripped from a very old book. A dwarven spirit dressed in cold weather clothing by the name of 'Jack Frost'.
"Hon....Jack Frost is a fairy tale. He was in children's stories to explain winter..."
"No no no no no. I know he isn't." Se says, pacing "A few of my wolves said he is awake again and is making his way to town."
"I don't think we should be worried. It's a dwarf..."
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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 runs a hand through her hair, looking up at him. She looks a little confused, a little upset of sorts.
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
Tycho hums, setting the statue and bag on the table,
It moves towards her, leaving behind the body
Lore appears behind him "THEREN!" She rasps, cursing in infernal.
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
Theren jumps slightly, startled. "Wuh huh?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"The bag can hold more than what it appears to hold, the statue allows you to summon a crow friend." He chuckles.
She tilts her head from side to side.
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 stumbles a bit when she runs over, pulling out a poster from her pocket "Not good! He's coming!"
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
Theren stands up, gently grabbing her shoulders. "Who?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She hands him the paper. Its a piece of parchment she ripped from a very old book. A dwarven spirit dressed in cold weather clothing by the name of 'Jack Frost'.
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
"Crow fiend?" he tilts his head curiously
It mimics the motions
All he can do is smile at her, pulling out a military grade knife and beginning to shave the scruffy parts of his beard.
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.)
"Friend." He says, chuckling.
"Who are ya honey?" She 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
"Hon....Jack Frost is a fairy tale. He was in children's stories to explain winter..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She huffs and sits down, bringing her knees to her chest.
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
"Ah," he smiles, picking it up, "sounds nice"
It takes a moment, before speaking in her voice, "Mi...rro...r"
"No no no no no. I know he isn't." Se says, pacing "A few of my wolves said he is awake again and is making his way to town."
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
Paracelsus is doing the same, although all of her books are on necromancy, having cleaned the blood and strange toxins off of her clothes.
Benimaru walks outside, drinking from a gourd full of Sake, his strange eyes looking into the middle distance.
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.)
"Yep." He nods and sips his coffee out of his thermos.
"Oh!" She chirps, clapping her hands.
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 puts an arm over her shoulder after he finishes shaving "Some things just don't make sense."
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.)
"I don't think we should be worried. It's a dwarf..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren sets his head down on the desk, mumbling to himself.
"Little early to be drunk eh?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.