“And if I do that, what happens to Damian?! What happens to his wife and daughter?”
He puts his smoothie down, his eyes growing sorrowful "He has a wife and daughter?" He puts his hand over his eyes "I hate my job so much. When he is arrest, the god soul will be extracted, if he survives that he will be killed or trapped forever."
“Then just… don’t take him in, maybe?” Mauric proposes hopefully.
He takes his hand off his face "You know I can't do that. I'm sorry."
“Why not?” It’s clear Mauric is trying to stall at this point, trying desperately to come up with a plan.
"Because someone who isn't interested in talking will just take my place." He looks to them "Please, just take me to Damian. That's all I ask."
“I… I…” Mauric closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, then resumes speaking, his voice shaky. “What if I go find him and take him to you? I swear I won’t run, and I’ll make sure he doesn’t escape. If he sees you, no doubt he’ll try to flee. But he… trusts me.”
He sits down, holding his head in his hands for a moment before looking up "That is probably for the best. I trust that you won't do anything too rash, as long as you get him for me, I can have some leverage, I'll be able to keep you safe at least."
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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.'
Thirteen is writing furiously at a table, surrounded by reams of parchment.
Mauric is, for the first time in a while, practicing his druid abilities out in the woods. The thin trees around him have sprouted wicked thorns and barbs, and the ground below him is strangely soft and springy.
Loriche is crafting a deck of metal playing cards.
Riotan is digging energetically on the green beside the inn.
Isaac walks in carrying a telescope
Thirteen doesn’t look up, utterly consumed by his work.
He looks over at what Thirteen is working on
He seems to be writing about the Seldarine and the nature of souls and elven reincarnation.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
“And if I do that, what happens to Damian?! What happens to his wife and daughter?”
He puts his smoothie down, his eyes growing sorrowful "He has a wife and daughter?" He puts his hand over his eyes "I hate my job so much. When he is arrest, the god soul will be extracted, if he survives that he will be killed or trapped forever."
“Then just… don’t take him in, maybe?” Mauric proposes hopefully.
He takes his hand off his face "You know I can't do that. I'm sorry."
“Why not?” It’s clear Mauric is trying to stall at this point, trying desperately to come up with a plan.
"Because someone who isn't interested in talking will just take my place." He looks to them "Please, just take me to Damian. That's all I ask."
“I… I…” Mauric closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, then resumes speaking, his voice shaky. “What if I go find him and take him to you? I swear I won’t run, and I’ll make sure he doesn’t escape. If he sees you, no doubt he’ll try to flee. But he… trusts me.”
He sits down, holding his head in his hands for a moment before looking up "That is probably for the best. I trust that you won't do anything too rash, as long as you get him for me, I can have some leverage, I'll be able to keep you safe at least."
“Wh… what do you mean leverage?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
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Traitor is sitting at a table outside the Inn, admiring the scenery while enjoying a cup of tea.
KK is wandering in the woods, faintly humming a tune in stereo to herself.
Another visitor arrives at the Inn, walking inside with a sense of purpose. They wear a long emerald green dress made of a denim-like fabric with many buttons and pockets, worn-looking work boots, winter gloves, and a wide-brimmed sunhat- all of which faintly glisten in the light with what looks like moisture. With a keen eye, one can occasionally notice a similar shimmering in other places- thin tendrils of translucent slime that slither across the ground to feel their surroundings. They have shoulder-length brown hair that sometimes squirms or shifts in position as though it wasn't entirely solid, and greyish-green eyes- the pupils and irises of which seem to have difficulty staying in a circular shape, quivering and amorphous.
This is Coterie, and they are an Oblex.
She comes across Zen who is sharpening his dagger with a whetstone.
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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Traitor is sitting at a table outside the Inn, admiring the scenery while enjoying a cup of tea.
KK is wandering in the woods, faintly humming a tune in stereo to herself.
Another visitor arrives at the Inn, walking inside with a sense of purpose. They wear a long emerald green dress made of a denim-like fabric with many buttons and pockets, worn-looking work boots, winter gloves, and a wide-brimmed sunhat- all of which faintly glisten in the light with what looks like moisture. With a keen eye, one can occasionally notice a similar shimmering in other places- thin tendrils of translucent slime that slither across the ground to feel their surroundings. They have shoulder-length brown hair that sometimes squirms or shifts in position as though it wasn't entirely solid, and greyish-green eyes- the pupils and irises of which seem to have difficulty staying in a circular shape, quivering and amorphous.
This is Coterie, and they are an Oblex.
She comes across Zen who is sharpening his dagger with a whetstone.
"Oh, hello there!" She calls out to him as she approaches, her voice sounding as though it is not coming from a mouth, but from the speakers of an old radio.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*For if anyone wants to rp with my character, new and old!*
Traitor is sitting at a table outside the Inn, admiring the scenery while enjoying a cup of tea.
KK is wandering in the woods, faintly humming a tune in stereo to herself.
Another visitor arrives at the Inn, walking inside with a sense of purpose. They wear a long emerald green dress made of a denim-like fabric with many buttons and pockets, worn-looking work boots, winter gloves, and a wide-brimmed sunhat- all of which faintly glisten in the light with what looks like moisture. With a keen eye, one can occasionally notice a similar shimmering in other places- thin tendrils of translucent slime that slither across the ground to feel their surroundings. They have shoulder-length brown hair that sometimes squirms or shifts in position as though it wasn't entirely solid, and greyish-green eyes- the pupils and irises of which seem to have difficulty staying in a circular shape, quivering and amorphous.
This is Coterie, and they are an Oblex.
She comes across Zen who is sharpening his dagger with a whetstone.
"Oh, hello there!" She calls out to him as she approaches, her voice sounding as though it is not coming from a mouth, but from the speakers of an old radio.
Zen looks up and smiles. "Hello."
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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.
*For if anyone wants to rp with my character, new and old!*
Traitor is sitting at a table outside the Inn, admiring the scenery while enjoying a cup of tea.
KK is wandering in the woods, faintly humming a tune in stereo to herself.
Another visitor arrives at the Inn, walking inside with a sense of purpose. They wear a long emerald green dress made of a denim-like fabric with many buttons and pockets, worn-looking work boots, winter gloves, and a wide-brimmed sunhat- all of which faintly glisten in the light with what looks like moisture. With a keen eye, one can occasionally notice a similar shimmering in other places- thin tendrils of translucent slime that slither across the ground to feel their surroundings. They have shoulder-length brown hair that sometimes squirms or shifts in position as though it wasn't entirely solid, and greyish-green eyes- the pupils and irises of which seem to have difficulty staying in a circular shape, quivering and amorphous.
This is Coterie, and they are an Oblex.
She comes across Zen who is sharpening his dagger with a whetstone.
"Oh, hello there!" She calls out to him as she approaches, her voice sounding as though it is not coming from a mouth, but from the speakers of an old radio.
Zen looks up and smiles. "Hello."
She glances at the dagger and whetstone for a moment. "What brings you out here at this hour?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*For if anyone wants to rp with my character, new and old!*
Traitor is sitting at a table outside the Inn, admiring the scenery while enjoying a cup of tea.
KK is wandering in the woods, faintly humming a tune in stereo to herself.
Another visitor arrives at the Inn, walking inside with a sense of purpose. They wear a long emerald green dress made of a denim-like fabric with many buttons and pockets, worn-looking work boots, winter gloves, and a wide-brimmed sunhat- all of which faintly glisten in the light with what looks like moisture. With a keen eye, one can occasionally notice a similar shimmering in other places- thin tendrils of translucent slime that slither across the ground to feel their surroundings. They have shoulder-length brown hair that sometimes squirms or shifts in position as though it wasn't entirely solid, and greyish-green eyes- the pupils and irises of which seem to have difficulty staying in a circular shape, quivering and amorphous.
This is Coterie, and they are an Oblex.
She comes across Zen who is sharpening his dagger with a whetstone.
"Oh, hello there!" She calls out to him as she approaches, her voice sounding as though it is not coming from a mouth, but from the speakers of an old radio.
Zen looks up and smiles. "Hello."
She glances at the dagger and whetstone for a moment. "What brings you out here at this hour?"
"Recovery." he says. "Please, sit. I mean you no harm, unless your friends with that half-elf Theren Dotsk."
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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.
Zen is quietly hiding out in the woods, his wounds from the previous day healed up.
Dyn is re-bandaging his cut arm in the tavern, cursing to himself.
Caramel is hunting for him. Perception: 9
Riotan makes his way down the stairs, yawning.
They see a thin trail of smoke poking through the trees.
Dyn looks up before continuing to reapply his bandaging.
She begins heading toward the smoke quickly.
”Whoa, what happened to you?” He inquires.
She sees Zen sitting in front of a campfire, sharpening his dagger. *Make a stealth roll. It's gonna have to be quite high. he has a passive perception of 22*
"My target cut me deep with his blade." Dyn says, tightening the bandage.
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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.
He sits down, holding his head in his hands for a moment before looking up "That is probably for the best. I trust that you won't do anything too rash, as long as you get him for me, I can have some leverage, I'll be able to keep you safe at least."
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.)
Caramel is hunting for him. Perception: 24
Riotan makes his way down the stairs, yawning.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He seems to be writing about the Seldarine and the nature of souls and elven reincarnation.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
“Wh… what do you mean leverage?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Dyn raises an eyebrow but does not question it.
Nick looks up before titling his head, curious
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They see a thin trail of smoke poking through the trees.
Dyn looks up before continuing to reapply his bandaging.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She comes across Zen who is sharpening his dagger with a whetstone.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Oh, hello there!" She calls out to him as she approaches, her voice sounding as though it is not coming from a mouth, but from the speakers of an old radio.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"My influence may be a lot, but I'm no god myself, if I don't have anything to back my points up, someone higher up might just say no."
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.)
Zen looks up and smiles. "Hello."
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Tortured poet and writer
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He begins cleaning his Tetsubo, muttering to himself about how they got away.
Her mouth has some handmade fangs, made from other things bones. She cleans her mouth with a handkerchief, returning to looking civil.
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.)
Dyn walks over and sits across from them. "Curse mark?" he asks, spinning a kunai on his finger
Nick makes note of this
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She glances at the dagger and whetstone for a moment. "What brings you out here at this hour?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She begins heading toward the smoke quickly.
”Whoa, what happened to you?” He inquires.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
“No I get that, but what leverage are you using?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
They clean the metal studs of the Tetsubo with a napkin "Yeah, Orochimaru thought I would be the next Snake Sage."
They see Nick staring and wave, a soft smile in their eyes and on their face.
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.)
"Recovery." he says. "Please, sit. I mean you no harm, unless your friends with that half-elf Theren Dotsk."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You being cooperative, with that they may let you off with a warning or just house arrest. Something that isn't imprisonment or death."
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.)
She sees Zen sitting in front of a campfire, sharpening his dagger. *Make a stealth roll. It's gonna have to be quite high. he has a passive perception of 22*
"My target cut me deep with his blade." Dyn says, tightening the bandage.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Interesting. Kabuto already yanked that title."
He waves back slightly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.