There is an old meat packing plant out in the woods. It's so old, in fact, that when it was built, the surrounding land was a polluted field with no trees or birds. The surrounding farms and slums have been overgrown by plant life, now only inhabited by the occasional raccoon or vermin.
The abandonment started with a tragic event: the company owner's 14-year-old son, who had been working the line for 14 hours straight, passed out from heat and exhaustion. By the time they fished him out of the processors, there was hardly anything worth presenting. According to campfire tales dating back to 1890, the spirit of the boy merged with the pain and suffering and bloodshed of the tainted land, the coagulated gore beneath the soil birthing a terrible Spectre.
Legends of what happened afterward are widely disagreed upon, but what is known for a fact is that the company did not last long afterward, despite seeming unstoppable up until the day of its unceremonious shutdown.
Now, all of this would be meaningless knowledge, exposition for the sake of exposition, if it weren't for one thing: The Sinclair Slaughterhouse has come back to reeking, screaming life.
*Hmmmmmmm.*
A child, with the head of a black and white spotted pig, walks up to the slaughterhouse. He nervously wrings his hooves where his hands would be, looking scared.
There is an empty abattoir. In the center of the empty slaughterhouse sits a young man, dressed in a white apron, face in his hands. A chainsaw lies by the crate he sits on. There doesn't appear to be anyone else here.
The child wanders in, shaking in pure fear. They look around nervously.
*Anywhoozle boiz and galz, time to create unnecessary issues for characters.*
Ichigo's slavers have found him. They descended upon him while he was asleep in the forest. They bound his claws with magically enchanted steel so his powers could not grow from his struggles. His cat was shoved in a lead lined box to keep it's own powers at bay. He struggles fruitlessly, snarling with rage.
Scott is having a panic attack due to Khemet whispering in his ear, the chaos destroying every brain cell with its touch. He is hyperventilating, trying to catch his breath but failing, sitting in the library.
Loriche hears the hubbub and once again grabs her pick, shield, and wakizashi, and heads off to see what’s going on.
Thirteen looks up from his orb, concerned. “Are you quite alright?”
She sees him fighting his bindings while three heavily armored men gather up a cart to haul him.
Scott looks around nervously, shaking his head.
She walks up behind one of the guys and slams her war pick into the side of his head, then drives it at his back. Attack: 17 Damage: 10 Attack: 28 Damage: 8
“Can I be of any assistance?”
The second damages, the guy screaming in bloody pain. He pulls it out from his flesh, wincing.
"I don't know how it would help.." He mutters.
“Oh stop being a baby.” She growls, casting thunderwave centered on the three fellows. All of them must make Dexterity saves.
“My lad, I cannot leave a fellow writer in turmoil like this.” He stands up, giving Scott a tired but earnest smile.
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"It can't be stopped..." He says, stumbling over his words.
*Anywhoozle boiz and galz, time to create unnecessary issues for characters.*
Ichigo's slavers have found him. They descended upon him while he was asleep in the forest. They bound his claws with magically enchanted steel so his powers could not grow from his struggles. His cat was shoved in a lead lined box to keep it's own powers at bay. He struggles fruitlessly, snarling with rage.
Scott is having a panic attack due to Khemet whispering in his ear, the chaos destroying every brain cell with its touch. He is hyperventilating, trying to catch his breath but failing, sitting in the library.
Loriche hears the hubbub and once again grabs her pick, shield, and wakizashi, and heads off to see what’s going on.
Thirteen looks up from his orb, concerned. “Are you quite alright?”
She sees him fighting his bindings while three heavily armored men gather up a cart to haul him.
Scott looks around nervously, shaking his head.
She walks up behind one of the guys and slams her war pick into the side of his head, then drives it at his back. Attack: 17 Damage: 10 Attack: 28 Damage: 8
“Can I be of any assistance?”
The second damages, the guy screaming in bloody pain. He pulls it out from his flesh, wincing.
"I don't know how it would help.." He mutters.
“Oh stop being a baby.” She growls, casting thunderwave centered on the three fellows. All of them must make Dexterity saves.
“My lad, I cannot leave a fellow writer in turmoil like this.” He stands up, giving Scott a tired but earnest smile.
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"It can't be stopped..." He says, stumbling over his words.
*oh wait no sorry it’s Constitution*
“What can’t be stopped?”
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"God of Change, The God of Chaos..." He mutters.
The first and third fail. They take 17 thunder damage and are thrown ten feet away from Loriche. Second one takes half and keeps his footing.
“Which one? Trithereon? The Traveler? Cyric?”
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Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Rag can tell that Riotan is feeling devastated and disappointed, most likely caused by someone close to him. “There’s nothing wrong with me, and I don’t know who you think you are to tell me there is.” He snaps. “I’d kill you just for saying that if you weren’t a greatwyrm or whatever the [gp] you are. Now get out and leave me alone.”
"I haven't figured that out yet. Do you have any recommendations?"
Rag raises an eyebrow and two fingers "First, Dragon , you couldn't kill me if you wanted to. Secondly, you are emotionally devastated, I'm pretty sure you're also disappointed. Both are caused by the same reason. I'm not going to force you to tell me why, but if you want to vent to someone who won't tell in a place no one can interrupt. Go ahead." He sits down.
“Well, I could provide you with a zombie, ghoul, or shadow, if you wish.”
“A greatwyrm is a dragon, idiot. Just a really strong one or whatever. And I don’t need to tell you anything. I’m fine.”
They tilt their head farther "But that could be redundant to what I'm trying to do."
He chuckles "You're lying to yourself more than to me. You know I know how you really feel, but you refuse to accept that you feel that way."
“So you’re not a doctor, just a butcher?”
Riotan scowls and turns away, not responding.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Anywhoozle boiz and galz, time to create unnecessary issues for characters.*
Ichigo's slavers have found him. They descended upon him while he was asleep in the forest. They bound his claws with magically enchanted steel so his powers could not grow from his struggles. His cat was shoved in a lead lined box to keep it's own powers at bay. He struggles fruitlessly, snarling with rage.
Scott is having a panic attack due to Khemet whispering in his ear, the chaos destroying every brain cell with its touch. He is hyperventilating, trying to catch his breath but failing, sitting in the library.
Loriche hears the hubbub and once again grabs her pick, shield, and wakizashi, and heads off to see what’s going on.
Thirteen looks up from his orb, concerned. “Are you quite alright?”
She sees him fighting his bindings while three heavily armored men gather up a cart to haul him.
Scott looks around nervously, shaking his head.
She walks up behind one of the guys and slams her war pick into the side of his head, then drives it at his back. Attack: 17 Damage: 10 Attack: 28 Damage: 8
“Can I be of any assistance?”
The second damages, the guy screaming in bloody pain. He pulls it out from his flesh, wincing.
"I don't know how it would help.." He mutters.
“Oh stop being a baby.” She growls, casting thunderwave centered on the three fellows. All of them must make Dexterity saves.
“My lad, I cannot leave a fellow writer in turmoil like this.” He stands up, giving Scott a tired but earnest smile.
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"It can't be stopped..." He says, stumbling over his words.
*oh wait no sorry it’s Constitution*
“What can’t be stopped?”
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"God of Change, The God of Chaos..." He mutters.
The first and third fail. They take 16 thunder damage and are thrown ten feet away from Loriche. Second one takes half and keeps his footing.
“Which one? Trithereon? The Traveler? Cyric?”
They bring forth swords and whips, eyes narrowed under their helms "We need to return this man to the emperor."
"Khemet." He snarls, butterflies crawling out from his mouth.
There is an empty abattoir. In the center of the empty slaughterhouse sits a young man, dressed in a white apron, face in his hands. A chainsaw lies by the crate he sits on. There doesn't appear to be anyone else here.
The child wanders in, shaking in pure fear. They look around nervously.
The man looks up, his red eyes visible over his fingers. "Hey, kid." He speaks with a casual southern drawl, like someone who feels safe in his current surroundings despite his position.
*Anywhoozle boiz and galz, time to create unnecessary issues for characters.*
Ichigo's slavers have found him. They descended upon him while he was asleep in the forest. They bound his claws with magically enchanted steel so his powers could not grow from his struggles. His cat was shoved in a lead lined box to keep it's own powers at bay. He struggles fruitlessly, snarling with rage.
Scott is having a panic attack due to Khemet whispering in his ear, the chaos destroying every brain cell with its touch. He is hyperventilating, trying to catch his breath but failing, sitting in the library.
Loriche hears the hubbub and once again grabs her pick, shield, and wakizashi, and heads off to see what’s going on.
Thirteen looks up from his orb, concerned. “Are you quite alright?”
She sees him fighting his bindings while three heavily armored men gather up a cart to haul him.
Scott looks around nervously, shaking his head.
She walks up behind one of the guys and slams her war pick into the side of his head, then drives it at his back. Attack: 17 Damage: 10 Attack: 28 Damage: 8
“Can I be of any assistance?”
The second damages, the guy screaming in bloody pain. He pulls it out from his flesh, wincing.
"I don't know how it would help.." He mutters.
“Oh stop being a baby.” She growls, casting thunderwave centered on the three fellows. All of them must make Dexterity saves.
“My lad, I cannot leave a fellow writer in turmoil like this.” He stands up, giving Scott a tired but earnest smile.
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"It can't be stopped..." He says, stumbling over his words.
*oh wait no sorry it’s Constitution*
“What can’t be stopped?”
162115
"God of Change, The God of Chaos..." He mutters.
The first and third fail. They take 16 thunder damage and are thrown ten feet away from Loriche. Second one takes half and keeps his footing.
“Which one? Trithereon? The Traveler? Cyric?”
They bring forth swords and whips, eyes narrowed under their helms "We need to return this man to the emperor."
"Khemet." He snarls, butterflies crawling out from his mouth.
“There is no emperor out here, buddy. Just me.” She stabs at the nearest guy with her pick twice. Attack: 18 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll. Attack: 11 Damage: 10
There is an empty abattoir. In the center of the empty slaughterhouse sits a young man, dressed in a white apron, face in his hands. A chainsaw lies by the crate he sits on. There doesn't appear to be anyone else here.
The child wanders in, shaking in pure fear. They look around nervously.
The man looks up, his red eyes visible over his fingers. "Hey, kid." He speaks with a casual southern drawl, like someone who feels safe in his current surroundings despite his position.
"H-Hello sir..." He stumbles over his words, looking up "My momma said... I should come here to.. find her.."
*Anywhoozle boiz and galz, time to create unnecessary issues for characters.*
Ichigo's slavers have found him. They descended upon him while he was asleep in the forest. They bound his claws with magically enchanted steel so his powers could not grow from his struggles. His cat was shoved in a lead lined box to keep it's own powers at bay. He struggles fruitlessly, snarling with rage.
Scott is having a panic attack due to Khemet whispering in his ear, the chaos destroying every brain cell with its touch. He is hyperventilating, trying to catch his breath but failing, sitting in the library.
Loriche hears the hubbub and once again grabs her pick, shield, and wakizashi, and heads off to see what’s going on.
Thirteen looks up from his orb, concerned. “Are you quite alright?”
She sees him fighting his bindings while three heavily armored men gather up a cart to haul him.
Scott looks around nervously, shaking his head.
She walks up behind one of the guys and slams her war pick into the side of his head, then drives it at his back. Attack: 17 Damage: 10 Attack: 28 Damage: 8
“Can I be of any assistance?”
The second damages, the guy screaming in bloody pain. He pulls it out from his flesh, wincing.
"I don't know how it would help.." He mutters.
“Oh stop being a baby.” She growls, casting thunderwave centered on the three fellows. All of them must make Dexterity saves.
“My lad, I cannot leave a fellow writer in turmoil like this.” He stands up, giving Scott a tired but earnest smile.
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"It can't be stopped..." He says, stumbling over his words.
*oh wait no sorry it’s Constitution*
“What can’t be stopped?”
162115
"God of Change, The God of Chaos..." He mutters.
The first and third fail. They take 16 thunder damage and are thrown ten feet away from Loriche. Second one takes half and keeps his footing.
“Which one? Trithereon? The Traveler? Cyric?”
They bring forth swords and whips, eyes narrowed under their helms "We need to return this man to the emperor."
"Khemet." He snarls, butterflies crawling out from his mouth.
“There is no emperor out here, buddy. Just me.” She stabs at the nearest guy with her pick twice. Attack: 27 Damage: 10 Attack: 10 Damage: 10
Rag can tell that Riotan is feeling devastated and disappointed, most likely caused by someone close to him. “There’s nothing wrong with me, and I don’t know who you think you are to tell me there is.” He snaps. “I’d kill you just for saying that if you weren’t a greatwyrm or whatever the [gp] you are. Now get out and leave me alone.”
"I haven't figured that out yet. Do you have any recommendations?"
Rag raises an eyebrow and two fingers "First, Dragon , you couldn't kill me if you wanted to. Secondly, you are emotionally devastated, I'm pretty sure you're also disappointed. Both are caused by the same reason. I'm not going to force you to tell me why, but if you want to vent to someone who won't tell in a place no one can interrupt. Go ahead." He sits down.
“Well, I could provide you with a zombie, ghoul, or shadow, if you wish.”
“A greatwyrm is a dragon, idiot. Just a really strong one or whatever. And I don’t need to tell you anything. I’m fine.”
They tilt their head farther "But that could be redundant to what I'm trying to do."
He chuckles "You're lying to yourself more than to me. You know I know how you really feel, but you refuse to accept that you feel that way."
“So you’re not a doctor, just a butcher?”
Riotan scowls and turns away, not responding.
"I am very much a doctor, one that's learning how to give people power over death."
Rag laughs "When you're willing to talk I'll be here, I've got nothing better to do."
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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 man looks up, his red eyes visible over his fingers. "Hey, kid." He speaks with a casual southern drawl, like someone who feels safe in his current surroundings despite his position.
"H-Hello sir..." He stumbles over his words, looking up "My momma said... I should come here to.. find her.."
"Are you sure you got the right place? You're the first person here for almost a century." He moves his hands from his mouth, dropping some bloody flesh that he had been eating. He wipes his face on his sleeve, and his hands on his apron. He makes no effort to approach the boy.
The man looks up, his red eyes visible over his fingers. "Hey, kid." He speaks with a casual southern drawl, like someone who feels safe in his current surroundings despite his position.
"H-Hello sir..." He stumbles over his words, looking up "My momma said... I should come here to.. find her.."
"Are you sure you got the right place? You're the first person here for almost a century." He moves his hands from his mouth, dropping some bloody flesh that he had been eating. He wipes his face on his sleeve, and his hands on his apron. He makes no effort to approach the boy.
He jumps, backing up a good foot. "Y-Yes sir, she said this is.. he place.. I needed to go."
"Are you sure you got the right place? You're the first person here for almost a century." He moves his hands from his mouth, dropping some bloody flesh that he had been eating. He wipes his face on his sleeve, and his hands on his apron. He makes no effort to approach the boy.
He jumps, backing up a good foot. "Y-Yes sir, she said this is.. he place.. I needed to go."
"I haven't seen her, sorry. If you want to go into the factory, you'll need me to supervise you. The machines here are a lot more dangerous than I am. I don't want you getting an infected cut. Your mom would probably be mad at me." He stands, slinging the chainsaw over his shoulder. He still does not move toward him.
"Are you sure you got the right place? You're the first person here for almost a century." He moves his hands from his mouth, dropping some bloody flesh that he had been eating. He wipes his face on his sleeve, and his hands on his apron. He makes no effort to approach the boy.
He jumps, backing up a good foot. "Y-Yes sir, she said this is.. he place.. I needed to go."
"I haven't seen her, sorry. If you want to go into the factory, you'll need me to supervise you. The machines here are a lot more dangerous than I am. I don't want you getting an infected cut. Your mom would probably be mad at me." He stands, slinging the chainsaw over his shoulder. He still does not move toward him.
The child nods but doesn't move, too afraid to even take a step. He carefully takes a step, then another, then another, slowly making his way in.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
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He walks over to the people "Give me the key to the chains." He holds out a hand.
He sighs and begins walking over, bats coming around to try and consume the butterflies.
He offers her another cigarette "Good to see ya, hopeful today is goin' to be as good as the last."
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.)
The child wanders in, shaking in pure fear. They look around nervously.
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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"God of Change, The God of Chaos..." He mutters.
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 first and third fail. They take 17 thunder damage and are thrown ten feet away from Loriche. Second one takes half and keeps his footing.
“Which one? Trithereon? The Traveler? Cyric?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
They shake their heads. "This man is our property. He will be delivered back to the high emperor."
The bats find that the butterflies attack them instead, biting off bits of their flesh like horseflies.
She takes it, leaning in and using his to light it "Whats the plan?"
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
“So you’re not a doctor, just a butcher?”
Riotan scowls and turns away, not responding.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
They bring forth swords and whips, eyes narrowed under their helms "We need to return this man to the emperor."
"Khemet." He snarls, butterflies crawling out from his mouth.
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 man looks up, his red eyes visible over his fingers. "Hey, kid." He speaks with a casual southern drawl, like someone who feels safe in his current surroundings despite his position.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“There is no emperor out here, buddy. Just me.” She stabs at the nearest guy with her pick twice. Attack: 18 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll. Attack: 11 Damage: 10
Thirteen casts remove curse on him.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"H-Hello sir..." He stumbles over his words, looking up "My momma said... I should come here to.. find her.."
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
*Characters for y'all* *Also i've been considering making an eldritch creature themed person*
Tycho is reading in the library
Mirror is eating a dead person
Mary is sat on a rooftop, humming to herself
Kaladin is enjoying the morning, sat in the tavern eating a plate of pancakes
The first one snarls, the pick being driven into his shoulder. He screams in pain as the other two flee.
Both him and Scott are suddenly shot back, both hitting the wall on opposite ends.
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 am very much a doctor, one that's learning how to give people power over death."
Rag laughs "When you're willing to talk I'll be here, I've got nothing better to do."
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.)
"Are you sure you got the right place? You're the first person here for almost a century." He moves his hands from his mouth, dropping some bloody flesh that he had been eating. He wipes his face on his sleeve, and his hands on his apron. He makes no effort to approach the boy.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He puts his hand into a fist, throwing a punch at the person who said that, going into a rage. To hit:25 Damage:9
The bats try to run as Dracula begins picking them out of the air, unbothered if they begin to eat his flesh.
He smiles, blowing smoke out of his nose "I don't know yet, I've got a job I've got to do though, if yer interested in seein' me at work."
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.)
He jumps, backing up a good foot. "Y-Yes sir, she said this is.. he place.. I needed to go."
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
One of them is sent flying, hitting the ground with a thud. The other two brandish their weapons, a whip and a sword.
Scott's head snaps to a 90 degree angle, chuckling.
She grins madly "Yes please." she 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
"I haven't seen her, sorry. If you want to go into the factory, you'll need me to supervise you. The machines here are a lot more dangerous than I am. I don't want you getting an infected cut. Your mom would probably be mad at me." He stands, slinging the chainsaw over his shoulder. He still does not move toward him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The child nods but doesn't move, too afraid to even take a step. He carefully takes a step, then another, then another, slowly making his way in.
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
(you want to rp wendigo?)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover