Thirteen is preparing a lesson on the Negative Plane at the bar with a cup of tea. The crescents of Transcendence have become more defined in his eyes, but he seems genuinely happy to be passing knowledge on to the next generation of magic users.
Mauric is cooking a slab of mimic meat that keeps turning to glass or wood for a second, prompting Mauric to stab it with the spatula to change it back.
Loriche is gathering sulfur-rich rocks.
Riotan is out on the town with no particular goal.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
“Heaven has no room for sinners with noble hearts.” These are the last words Thane can remember before the pain. Before he could hear his heart beat throbbing in his ear. Before he could feel his blood in his veins. Before he felt his flesh and scales being torn off of his body, reattached and torn again. Before his bones were shattered to nothing and repaired over the span of years, just to simply to broken again once he was no longer used to the pain. That’s what he had to experience until his mind of muddled to nothing more than the most simple of thoughts and the echoes of the pain he once was forced into. He wanders into the town under the orders of his forced masters, his body a disheveled excuse from what it once was. His appearance is basically Bob from Overwatch is he was an undead Dragonborn with a greataxe. He is held under the magical grasp of a few simple words “No Gods. No Lords. Only Men and Blood.” *What do yall think? Specifically I want to know how well I did in Baalze’s eyes.*
Thirteen is preparing a lesson on the Negative Plane at the bar with a cup of tea. The crescents of Transcendence have become more defined in his eyes, but he seems genuinely happy to be passing knowledge on to the next generation of magic users.
Mauric is cooking a slab of mimic meat that keeps turning to glass or wood for a second, prompting Mauric to stab it with the spatula to change it back.
Loriche is gathering sulfur-rich rocks.
Riotan is out on the town with no particular goal.
*Hmmmmmm do I want to use the character I made specifically to interact with Thirteen or anyone else...*
Thirteen is preparing a lesson on the Negative Plane at the bar with a cup of tea. The crescents of Transcendence have become more defined in his eyes, but he seems genuinely happy to be passing knowledge on to the next generation of magic users.
Mauric is cooking a slab of mimic meat that keeps turning to glass or wood for a second, prompting Mauric to stab it with the spatula to change it back.
Loriche is gathering sulfur-rich rocks.
Riotan is out on the town with no particular goal.
*Hmmmmmm do I want to use the character I made specifically to interact with Thirteen or anyone else...*
*use whoever you want for whichever of my characters you want*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
“Heaven has no room for sinners with noble hearts.” These are the last words Thane can remember before the pain. Before he could hear his heart beat throbbing in his ear. Before he could feel his blood in his veins. Before he felt his flesh and scales being torn off of his body, reattached and torn again. Before his bones were shattered to nothing and repaired over the span of years, just to simply to broken again once he was no longer used to the pain. That’s what he had to experience until his mind of muddled to nothing more than the most simple of thoughts and the echoes of the pain he once was forced into. He wanders into the town under the orders of his forced masters, his body a disheveled excuse from what it once was. His appearance is basically Bob from Overwatch is he was an undead Dragonborn with a greataxe. He is held under the magical grasp of a few simple words “No Gods. No Lords. Only Men and Blood.” *What do yall think? Specifically I want to know how well I did in Baalze’s eyes.*
“Heaven has no room for sinners with noble hearts.” These are the last words Thane can remember before the pain. Before he could hear his heart beat throbbing in his ear. Before he could feel his blood in his veins. Before he felt his flesh and scales being torn off of his body, reattached and torn again. Before his bones were shattered to nothing and repaired over the span of years, just to simply to broken again once he was no longer used to the pain. That’s what he had to experience until his mind of muddled to nothing more than the most simple of thoughts and the echoes of the pain he once was forced into. He wanders into the town under the orders of his forced masters, his body a disheveled excuse from what it once was. His appearance is basically Bob from Overwatch is he was an undead Dragonborn with a greataxe. He is held under the magical grasp of a few simple words “No Gods. No Lords. Only Men and Blood.” *What do yall think? Specifically I want to know how well I did in Baalze’s eyes.*
*Hmm, moving this if anyone wants to see it.*
*really like it*
Riotan sees this odd newcomer and arches an eyebrow, following after them. He flicks out his tongue to taste the emotional effluence of Thane’s mind on the air.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
“Heaven has no room for sinners with noble hearts.” These are the last words Thane can remember before the pain. Before he could hear his heart beat throbbing in his ear. Before he could feel his blood in his veins. Before he felt his flesh and scales being torn off of his body, reattached and torn again. Before his bones were shattered to nothing and repaired over the span of years, just to simply to broken again once he was no longer used to the pain. That’s what he had to experience until his mind of muddled to nothing more than the most simple of thoughts and the echoes of the pain he once was forced into. He wanders into the town under the orders of his forced masters, his body a disheveled excuse from what it once was. His appearance is basically Bob from Overwatch is he was an undead Dragonborn with a greataxe. He is held under the magical grasp of a few simple words “No Gods. No Lords. Only Men and Blood.” *What do yall think? Specifically I want to know how well I did in Baalze’s eyes.*
*Hmm, moving this if anyone wants to see it.*
*really like it*
Riotan sees this odd newcomer and arches an eyebrow, following after them. He flicks out his tongue to taste the emotional effluence of Thane’s mind on the air.
The taste is nearly overwhelming. If Riotan weren’t a creature of such things himself his mind would have easily collapsed under the pressure, under a fraction of the pain. Thane moves with steps he doesn’t want to take, his bones crunching and repairing with every one. *Thane is the typical Gentle Giant turned to evil.*
“Heaven has no room for sinners with noble hearts.” These are the last words Thane can remember before the pain. Before he could hear his heart beat throbbing in his ear. Before he could feel his blood in his veins. Before he felt his flesh and scales being torn off of his body, reattached and torn again. Before his bones were shattered to nothing and repaired over the span of years, just to simply to broken again once he was no longer used to the pain. That’s what he had to experience until his mind of muddled to nothing more than the most simple of thoughts and the echoes of the pain he once was forced into. He wanders into the town under the orders of his forced masters, his body a disheveled excuse from what it once was. His appearance is basically Bob from Overwatch is he was an undead Dragonborn with a greataxe. He is held under the magical grasp of a few simple words “No Gods. No Lords. Only Men and Blood.” *What do yall think? Specifically I want to know how well I did in Baalze’s eyes.*
*Hmm, moving this if anyone wants to see it.*
*really like it*
Riotan sees this odd newcomer and arches an eyebrow, following after them. He flicks out his tongue to taste the emotional effluence of Thane’s mind on the air.
The taste is nearly overwhelming. If Riotan weren’t a creature of such things himself his mind would have easily collapsed under the pressure, under a fraction of the pain. Thane moves with steps he doesn’t want to take, his bones crunching and repairing with every one. *Thane is the typical Gentle Giant turned to evil.*
Rio is very happy about this, since he is the Misery Eater after all. He continues following Thane, feeding off of his torment.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
“Heaven has no room for sinners with noble hearts.” These are the last words Thane can remember before the pain. Before he could hear his heart beat throbbing in his ear. Before he could feel his blood in his veins. Before he felt his flesh and scales being torn off of his body, reattached and torn again. Before his bones were shattered to nothing and repaired over the span of years, just to simply to broken again once he was no longer used to the pain. That’s what he had to experience until his mind of muddled to nothing more than the most simple of thoughts and the echoes of the pain he once was forced into. He wanders into the town under the orders of his forced masters, his body a disheveled excuse from what it once was. His appearance is basically Bob from Overwatch is he was an undead Dragonborn with a greataxe. He is held under the magical grasp of a few simple words “No Gods. No Lords. Only Men and Blood.” *What do yall think? Specifically I want to know how well I did in Baalze’s eyes.*
*Hmm, moving this if anyone wants to see it.*
*really like it*
Riotan sees this odd newcomer and arches an eyebrow, following after them. He flicks out his tongue to taste the emotional effluence of Thane’s mind on the air.
The taste is nearly overwhelming. If Riotan weren’t a creature of such things himself his mind would have easily collapsed under the pressure, under a fraction of the pain. Thane moves with steps he doesn’t want to take, his bones crunching and repairing with every one. *Thane is the typical Gentle Giant turned to evil.*
Rio is very happy about this, since he is the Misery Eater after all. He continues following Thane, feeding off of his torment.
After a while Thane does notice. Stopping in the middle of the street before beginning to approach Rio, heavy steps getting heavier as they get closer.
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*Ah that’s okay. I admit, my understanding of Alan Wake will always be tied to Control since I love that game with all my heart*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Understandable.*
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
*anyway, want to rp?*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Shore*
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
*Happy Halloween, my Skibidi Sigmas!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Thirteen is preparing a lesson on the Negative Plane at the bar with a cup of tea. The crescents of Transcendence have become more defined in his eyes, but he seems genuinely happy to be passing knowledge on to the next generation of magic users.
Mauric is cooking a slab of mimic meat that keeps turning to glass or wood for a second, prompting Mauric to stab it with the spatula to change it back.
Loriche is gathering sulfur-rich rocks.
Riotan is out on the town with no particular goal.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Happy Spooky Day. Please never post anything like this again.*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Good mornin’, I’m down. Give me a second first.*
*Just moving this.*
*I'm feeding to the basilisk..*
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
*Hmmmmmm do I want to use the character I made specifically to interact with Thirteen or anyone else...*
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
*If you ever say anything like that again I will be going in a crusade. Happy Halloween.*
*use whoever you want for whichever of my characters you want*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*take your time dude*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Hmm, moving this if anyone wants to see it.*
*Now that all those things are done, who would you like? Unless you want me to choose.*
*really like it*
Riotan sees this odd newcomer and arches an eyebrow, following after them. He flicks out his tongue to taste the emotional effluence of Thane’s mind on the air.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
The taste is nearly overwhelming. If Riotan weren’t a creature of such things himself his mind would have easily collapsed under the pressure, under a fraction of the pain. Thane moves with steps he doesn’t want to take, his bones crunching and repairing with every one. *Thane is the typical Gentle Giant turned to evil.*
Rio is very happy about this, since he is the Misery Eater after all. He continues following Thane, feeding off of his torment.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
After a while Thane does notice. Stopping in the middle of the street before beginning to approach Rio, heavy steps getting heavier as they get closer.