The Eladrin newcomer smiles slightly to himself, and walks inside, pulling a bottle of spiced Feywine from his cloak as well as a glass before sitting down at a table in the corner. He unslings a rather old-looking, but still beautiful, guitar off his shoulder and sets it in the chair next to him as the Faerie Dragon flies off his shoulder and lands in the rafters.
*Gonna summon elladoba just for you*
A young woman sits on the couch. He brown-black hair is cut short and falls in front of one of her eyes. Her fair skin is dappled with pale freckles. Her golden eyes scan over a book titled "Complete history of wars and treaties". She wears a knitted cream-colored wool sweater, grey slacks, and simple shoes.
He glances over, before continuing to look around the room, but quickly does a double take. He whispers something, and the Faerie Dragon flies off, landing next to her, purring slightly.
*Thanks, lol ;D. Also, remember the Faerie dragon is Orchid.*
She chuckles "Hello Orchid" she said and pets their tiny head.
Orchid purrs, and gently bumps her head against Ella. Look over at the corner table, Ella. She says, giggling a bit.
Iralias smiles, and pulls out a second glass, quickly pouring some of the Feywine into it, and sets in front of the seat next to him.
"I know he's there but im gonna make him wait" she said and chuckled slyly.
The Eladrin newcomer smiles slightly to himself, and walks inside, pulling a bottle of spiced Feywine from his cloak as well as a glass before sitting down at a table in the corner. He unslings a rather old-looking, but still beautiful, guitar off his shoulder and sets it in the chair next to him as the Faerie Dragon flies off his shoulder and lands in the rafters.
*Gonna summon elladoba just for you*
A young woman sits on the couch. He brown-black hair is cut short and falls in front of one of her eyes. Her fair skin is dappled with pale freckles. Her golden eyes scan over a book titled "Complete history of wars and treaties". She wears a knitted cream-colored wool sweater, grey slacks, and simple shoes.
He glances over, before continuing to look around the room, but quickly does a double take. He whispers something, and the Faerie Dragon flies off, landing next to her, purring slightly.
*Thanks, lol ;D. Also, remember the Faerie dragon is Orchid.*
She chuckles "Hello Orchid" she said and pets their tiny head.
Orchid purrs, and gently bumps her head against Ella. Look over at the corner table, Ella. She says, giggling a bit.
Iralias smiles, and pulls out a second glass, quickly pouring some of the Feywine into it, and sets in front of the seat next to him.
The glass shatters, "No outside food or drink, it's written in four languages outside." Kinsley holsters their smoking finger gun
Horus is shuffling a deck of cards at a table, specifically a tarokka deck
Vivian is having breakfast, a bowl of cereal
The chimera is out in the field, laying in the grass
<Open Characters>
- Kelipso (Tiefling Ranger)
- Allison (Half-elf Bard)
- Xan (Incubus Rogue)
- The Brand (Human Fighter)
- Remor (Demon trapped inside cat)
- Paladis (Angel Fighter)
- Harbor (Tabaxi Artificer/Bard)
- Friendel (Beholder Rogue)
- Stroth (Human Warlock)
- Lore (Tiefling Warlock)
- Gilbert Kaz (Human Sorcerer)
- Joshua Kavandish (Dhampir Fighter)
- Yuri (Archfey Druid)
- Tir'el'nog (God of Broken realities)
- Elladoba (Human Paladin)
- Alton (Half-orc Paladin)
- Oval (Axolotl-Dragonborn Rogue)
- Penny (Human-symbiote Wizard/Artificer)
- Kalon (Warforge Rogue)
- Scoob (Warforge fighter)
- Seph (Human Rogue)
- Kramer (Human Rogue)
- Arsherdon (Moonstone Dragon)
Horus watches Oval for a moment before walking over, "Hello there."
Oval looks up and waves slightly "oh... hello!"
"So, they let kids in here?" he asks, still shuffling the deck
*Is she able to tell other peoples emotions?*
"Mhm" she said and nodded her head
*yes*
He gives a smile, "Well, ever had your fortune told?"
Whatever she can feel from him, theres a mixture of extreme sadness, and a sense of great apathy
"No..?" she said and walked up to the tavern, her eyes just poking over the edge. She takes his hand and studies it "You are sad... why?"
"Thats a.... long story." He sighs, his face faltering for a second before he forces it back to nuetrality, "I could tell you your fortune if you need."
"No im good" she said and climbed up to the seat across from him "Tell me what happened"
He sets some cards infront of him, "What would you do if you could see the future, but do nothing to change it?"
"I don't care either way. i rather be in the here and now"
"And what if you couldn't stop it? In theory, you'd know how you'd die and when, how everyone you love will die in vivid detail."
"I still wouldn't care." she said "If i die then i die. I would use those moments i was alive to be happy"
A sense of pity comes forth, yet he smikles, as forced as it seems, "You're optimistic, thats a good trait to have."
"You pity me but i know how lives work"
"You're alone, right?" He asks, "I can see bits and pieces, but thats sorta accidental."
She shrugs "i do not care if you see my life. Its a gift you have and im not going to shun you because of a gift"
They shift into large Moonstone dragon with iridescent white scales that glimmer hints of green and blue like the moon reflecting on the water. They have blind eyes that look pale and have a blue tint to them. A large crescent horn sits on their muzzle, its almost transparent and gives off a soft glowing color. Their long tail is feathered with white fur that glows softly. Their claws and trimmed and kept sharp as needles. They wear no jewelry, no crests, nothing.
He nods slightly. Good. Haven't really talked to, or met, many Moonstone dragons. Most of your kin seem to enjoy staying in the Feywild more than the material plane.
"..." they bow their head and quietly scratch their horn in the dirt.
He chuckles. You can think your thoughts, you know. I will hear them.
They close their eyes and even their thoughts are silent or a bunch of random noises. They shake their head back and forth "MRRRRRRRRR"
He furrows his brow, obviously confused. What is wrong? Were you cursed or something?
They nod solemnly before opening their jaws. Their throat, tongue, everything is coated with a filmy white paste.
He furrows his brow, and a low growl rumbles out from deep within him. It's a good thing I'm a cleric. He says matter-of-factly, before closing his eyes, and starting to speak something under his breath in celestial. He rests a single talon against Arshedon's head, and casts a 5th-level remove curse on him.
The film slowly starts to retract but it violently grows back, climbing up their throat quickly.
He opens his eyes and watches this, his eyes narrowing. He mutters some more in Celestial, casting greater restoration followed by a 7th-level remove curse
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
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.
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 Eladrin newcomer smiles slightly to himself, and walks inside, pulling a bottle of spiced Feywine from his cloak as well as a glass before sitting down at a table in the corner. He unslings a rather old-looking, but still beautiful, guitar off his shoulder and sets it in the chair next to him as the Faerie Dragon flies off his shoulder and lands in the rafters.
*Gonna summon elladoba just for you*
A young woman sits on the couch. He brown-black hair is cut short and falls in front of one of her eyes. Her fair skin is dappled with pale freckles. Her golden eyes scan over a book titled "Complete history of wars and treaties". She wears a knitted cream-colored wool sweater, grey slacks, and simple shoes.
He glances over, before continuing to look around the room, but quickly does a double take. He whispers something, and the Faerie Dragon flies off, landing next to her, purring slightly.
*Thanks, lol ;D. Also, remember the Faerie dragon is Orchid.*
She chuckles "Hello Orchid" she said and pets their tiny head.
Orchid purrs, and gently bumps her head against Ella. Look over at the corner table, Ella. She says, giggling a bit.
Iralias smiles, and pulls out a second glass, quickly pouring some of the Feywine into it, and sets in front of the seat next to him.
"I know he's there but im gonna make him wait" she said and chuckled slyly.
Orchid giggles again telepathically, before curling up next to Ella.
Horus is shuffling a deck of cards at a table, specifically a tarokka deck
Vivian is having breakfast, a bowl of cereal
The chimera is out in the field, laying in the grass
<Open Characters>
- Kelipso (Tiefling Ranger)
- Allison (Half-elf Bard)
- Xan (Incubus Rogue)
- The Brand (Human Fighter)
- Remor (Demon trapped inside cat)
- Paladis (Angel Fighter)
- Harbor (Tabaxi Artificer/Bard)
- Friendel (Beholder Rogue)
- Stroth (Human Warlock)
- Lore (Tiefling Warlock)
- Gilbert Kaz (Human Sorcerer)
- Joshua Kavandish (Dhampir Fighter)
- Yuri (Archfey Druid)
- Tir'el'nog (God of Broken realities)
- Elladoba (Human Paladin)
- Alton (Half-orc Paladin)
- Oval (Axolotl-Dragonborn Rogue)
- Penny (Human-symbiote Wizard/Artificer)
- Kalon (Warforge Rogue)
- Scoob (Warforge fighter)
- Seph (Human Rogue)
- Kramer (Human Rogue)
- Arsherdon (Moonstone Dragon)
Horus watches Oval for a moment before walking over, "Hello there."
Oval looks up and waves slightly "oh... hello!"
"So, they let kids in here?" he asks, still shuffling the deck
*Is she able to tell other peoples emotions?*
"Mhm" she said and nodded her head
*yes*
He gives a smile, "Well, ever had your fortune told?"
Whatever she can feel from him, theres a mixture of extreme sadness, and a sense of great apathy
"No..?" she said and walked up to the tavern, her eyes just poking over the edge. She takes his hand and studies it "You are sad... why?"
"Thats a.... long story." He sighs, his face faltering for a second before he forces it back to nuetrality, "I could tell you your fortune if you need."
"No im good" she said and climbed up to the seat across from him "Tell me what happened"
He sets some cards infront of him, "What would you do if you could see the future, but do nothing to change it?"
"I don't care either way. i rather be in the here and now"
"And what if you couldn't stop it? In theory, you'd know how you'd die and when, how everyone you love will die in vivid detail."
"I still wouldn't care." she said "If i die then i die. I would use those moments i was alive to be happy"
A sense of pity comes forth, yet he smikles, as forced as it seems, "You're optimistic, thats a good trait to have."
"You pity me but i know how lives work"
"You're alone, right?" He asks, "I can see bits and pieces, but thats sorta accidental."
She shrugs "i do not care if you see my life. Its a gift you have and im not going to shun you because of a gift"
He sighs, "Its not a gift to me." he says, flipping over the tarrokka cards. The first is a reversed death, the second is the magician, and the third the wheel of fortune
They shift into large Moonstone dragon with iridescent white scales that glimmer hints of green and blue like the moon reflecting on the water. They have blind eyes that look pale and have a blue tint to them. A large crescent horn sits on their muzzle, its almost transparent and gives off a soft glowing color. Their long tail is feathered with white fur that glows softly. Their claws and trimmed and kept sharp as needles. They wear no jewelry, no crests, nothing.
He nods slightly. Good. Haven't really talked to, or met, many Moonstone dragons. Most of your kin seem to enjoy staying in the Feywild more than the material plane.
"..." they bow their head and quietly scratch their horn in the dirt.
He chuckles. You can think your thoughts, you know. I will hear them.
They close their eyes and even their thoughts are silent or a bunch of random noises. They shake their head back and forth "MRRRRRRRRR"
He furrows his brow, obviously confused. What is wrong? Were you cursed or something?
They nod solemnly before opening their jaws. Their throat, tongue, everything is coated with a filmy white paste.
He furrows his brow, and a low growl rumbles out from deep within him. It's a good thing I'm a cleric. He says matter-of-factly, before closing his eyes, and starting to speak something under his breath in celestial. He rests a single talon against Arshedon's head, and casts a 5th-level remove curse on him.
The film slowly starts to retract but it violently grows back, climbing up their throat quickly.
He opens his eyes and watches this, his eyes narrowing. He mutters some more in Celestial, casting greater restoration followed by a 7th-level remove curse
The films seems to die off, crawling back into the throat and downwards. Arshedon's breathes for a moment before smiling "Thank yo-" just as she is about the finish, the film crawls back out and begins to cut off their breathing.
The Eladrin newcomer smiles slightly to himself, and walks inside, pulling a bottle of spiced Feywine from his cloak as well as a glass before sitting down at a table in the corner. He unslings a rather old-looking, but still beautiful, guitar off his shoulder and sets it in the chair next to him as the Faerie Dragon flies off his shoulder and lands in the rafters.
*Gonna summon elladoba just for you*
A young woman sits on the couch. He brown-black hair is cut short and falls in front of one of her eyes. Her fair skin is dappled with pale freckles. Her golden eyes scan over a book titled "Complete history of wars and treaties". She wears a knitted cream-colored wool sweater, grey slacks, and simple shoes.
He glances over, before continuing to look around the room, but quickly does a double take. He whispers something, and the Faerie Dragon flies off, landing next to her, purring slightly.
*Thanks, lol ;D. Also, remember the Faerie dragon is Orchid.*
She chuckles "Hello Orchid" she said and pets their tiny head.
Orchid purrs, and gently bumps her head against Ella. Look over at the corner table, Ella. She says, giggling a bit.
Iralias smiles, and pulls out a second glass, quickly pouring some of the Feywine into it, and sets in front of the seat next to him.
"I know he's there but im gonna make him wait" she said and chuckled slyly.
Orchid giggles again telepathically, before curling up next to Ella.
Ella picks them up like a cat and grins. "I did miss you through"
Horus is shuffling a deck of cards at a table, specifically a tarokka deck
Vivian is having breakfast, a bowl of cereal
The chimera is out in the field, laying in the grass
<Open Characters>
- Kelipso (Tiefling Ranger)
- Allison (Half-elf Bard)
- Xan (Incubus Rogue)
- The Brand (Human Fighter)
- Remor (Demon trapped inside cat)
- Paladis (Angel Fighter)
- Harbor (Tabaxi Artificer/Bard)
- Friendel (Beholder Rogue)
- Stroth (Human Warlock)
- Lore (Tiefling Warlock)
- Gilbert Kaz (Human Sorcerer)
- Joshua Kavandish (Dhampir Fighter)
- Yuri (Archfey Druid)
- Tir'el'nog (God of Broken realities)
- Elladoba (Human Paladin)
- Alton (Half-orc Paladin)
- Oval (Axolotl-Dragonborn Rogue)
- Penny (Human-symbiote Wizard/Artificer)
- Kalon (Warforge Rogue)
- Scoob (Warforge fighter)
- Seph (Human Rogue)
- Kramer (Human Rogue)
- Arsherdon (Moonstone Dragon)
Horus watches Oval for a moment before walking over, "Hello there."
Oval looks up and waves slightly "oh... hello!"
"So, they let kids in here?" he asks, still shuffling the deck
*Is she able to tell other peoples emotions?*
"Mhm" she said and nodded her head
*yes*
He gives a smile, "Well, ever had your fortune told?"
Whatever she can feel from him, theres a mixture of extreme sadness, and a sense of great apathy
"No..?" she said and walked up to the tavern, her eyes just poking over the edge. She takes his hand and studies it "You are sad... why?"
"Thats a.... long story." He sighs, his face faltering for a second before he forces it back to nuetrality, "I could tell you your fortune if you need."
"No im good" she said and climbed up to the seat across from him "Tell me what happened"
He sets some cards infront of him, "What would you do if you could see the future, but do nothing to change it?"
"I don't care either way. i rather be in the here and now"
"And what if you couldn't stop it? In theory, you'd know how you'd die and when, how everyone you love will die in vivid detail."
"I still wouldn't care." she said "If i die then i die. I would use those moments i was alive to be happy"
A sense of pity comes forth, yet he smikles, as forced as it seems, "You're optimistic, thats a good trait to have."
"You pity me but i know how lives work"
"You're alone, right?" He asks, "I can see bits and pieces, but thats sorta accidental."
She shrugs "i do not care if you see my life. Its a gift you have and im not going to shun you because of a gift"
He sighs, "Its not a gift to me." he says, flipping over the tarrokka cards. The first is a reversed death, the second is the magician, and the third the wheel of fortune
Oval peers over "Magician is good when not reversed so is the wheel of fortune. While the reversed death is not"
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
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.
They shift into large Moonstone dragon with iridescent white scales that glimmer hints of green and blue like the moon reflecting on the water. They have blind eyes that look pale and have a blue tint to them. A large crescent horn sits on their muzzle, its almost transparent and gives off a soft glowing color. Their long tail is feathered with white fur that glows softly. Their claws and trimmed and kept sharp as needles. They wear no jewelry, no crests, nothing.
He nods slightly. Good. Haven't really talked to, or met, many Moonstone dragons. Most of your kin seem to enjoy staying in the Feywild more than the material plane.
"..." they bow their head and quietly scratch their horn in the dirt.
He chuckles. You can think your thoughts, you know. I will hear them.
They close their eyes and even their thoughts are silent or a bunch of random noises. They shake their head back and forth "MRRRRRRRRR"
He furrows his brow, obviously confused. What is wrong? Were you cursed or something?
They nod solemnly before opening their jaws. Their throat, tongue, everything is coated with a filmy white paste.
He furrows his brow, and a low growl rumbles out from deep within him. It's a good thing I'm a cleric. He says matter-of-factly, before closing his eyes, and starting to speak something under his breath in celestial. He rests a single talon against Arshedon's head, and casts a 5th-level remove curse on him.
The film slowly starts to retract but it violently grows back, climbing up their throat quickly.
He opens his eyes and watches this, his eyes narrowing. He mutters some more in Celestial, casting greater restoration followed by a 7th-level remove curse
The films seems to die off, crawling back into the throat and downwards. Arshedon's breathes for a moment before smiling "Thank yo-" just as she is about the finish, the film crawls back out and begins to cut off their breathing.
He growls, the deep sound shaking the ground. He briefly shifts into his elf form with another swirl of mist, spinning a diamond-studded ring on one of his fingers. He taps one of the larger diamonds, activating one of the rings 2 remaining charges. "I wish to remove the curse that is afflicting this dragon; to undo the damage that it has wrought. I wish to heal them of this terrible curse, and any other illnesses or curses that may be afflicting them." The diamonds flare, and a bright light flashes, seeming to melt away the film. Soon, it's almost as though it wasn't ever there. When it's done, Phantom shifts back to his true form.
The Eladrin newcomer smiles slightly to himself, and walks inside, pulling a bottle of spiced Feywine from his cloak as well as a glass before sitting down at a table in the corner. He unslings a rather old-looking, but still beautiful, guitar off his shoulder and sets it in the chair next to him as the Faerie Dragon flies off his shoulder and lands in the rafters.
*Gonna summon elladoba just for you*
A young woman sits on the couch. He brown-black hair is cut short and falls in front of one of her eyes. Her fair skin is dappled with pale freckles. Her golden eyes scan over a book titled "Complete history of wars and treaties". She wears a knitted cream-colored wool sweater, grey slacks, and simple shoes.
He glances over, before continuing to look around the room, but quickly does a double take. He whispers something, and the Faerie Dragon flies off, landing next to her, purring slightly.
*Thanks, lol ;D. Also, remember the Faerie dragon is Orchid.*
She chuckles "Hello Orchid" she said and pets their tiny head.
Orchid purrs, and gently bumps her head against Ella. Look over at the corner table, Ella. She says, giggling a bit.
Iralias smiles, and pulls out a second glass, quickly pouring some of the Feywine into it, and sets in front of the seat next to him.
"I know he's there but im gonna make him wait" she said and chuckled slyly.
Orchid giggles again telepathically, before curling up next to Ella.
Ella picks them up like a cat and grins. "I did miss you through"
She giggles again, and boops her head against Ella. As did we, Ella.
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"Not really but i need to get my rage out somehow"
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 know he's there but im gonna make him wait" she said and chuckled slyly.
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 glass shatters, "No outside food or drink, it's written in four languages outside." Kinsley holsters their smoking finger gun
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She shrugs "i do not care if you see my life. Its a gift you have and im not going to shun you because of a gift"
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
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He opens his eyes and watches this, his eyes narrowing. He mutters some more in Celestial, casting greater restoration followed by a 7th-level remove curse
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
*Shoot, apologies*
"Weird. Does it dig up ground faster?"
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The eye comes upon a cave.
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(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.
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(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.
Orchid giggles again telepathically, before curling up next to Ella.
He sighs, "Its not a gift to me." he says, flipping over the tarrokka cards. The first is a reversed death, the second is the magician, and the third the wheel of fortune
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
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The films seems to die off, crawling back into the throat and downwards. Arshedon's breathes for a moment before smiling "Thank yo-" just as she is about the finish, the film crawls back out and begins to cut off their breathing.
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
Ella picks them up like a cat and grins. "I did miss you through"
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
Oval peers over "Magician is good when not reversed so is the wheel of fortune. While the reversed death is not"
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
"It can dig through anything"
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I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
"Punch me."
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(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.
He growls, the deep sound shaking the ground. He briefly shifts into his elf form with another swirl of mist, spinning a diamond-studded ring on one of his fingers. He taps one of the larger diamonds, activating one of the rings 2 remaining charges. "I wish to remove the curse that is afflicting this dragon; to undo the damage that it has wrought. I wish to heal them of this terrible curse, and any other illnesses or curses that may be afflicting them." The diamonds flare, and a bright light flashes, seeming to melt away the film. Soon, it's almost as though it wasn't ever there. When it's done, Phantom shifts back to his true form.
"What?" he asked "Im not going to do that!"
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 giggles again, and boops her head against Ella. As did we, Ella.