*But most of them would probably do some pretty bad things to Mr. Level One Demonspawn here.*
He gently smiles back. "Oh, I'm just preparing to go hunting. There are all sorts of horrors in these woods, and a nice place to sell the furs, meat, ivory, and whatever else I can scrounge." He stands up from the ground. His hair is pulled back and styled into something resembling a French nobleman's tie wig, and, now that it's been cleaned, it's a bright white too. It's been styled specifically to cover his elegant, powerful horns as well, which is an interesting choice.
*Fair enough, the Abomination probably wouldn’t, the Leper might, and Merabelle is a coin flip. Honestly, lots of them aren’t great for this dude.*
He chuckles, spinning Rosemary in one hand “You willin’ to take another with ya, I haven’t had much time to scavenge fer anythin’ as of recent. Oh yeah, nice to meet ya, Sparrow Valentine.”
He bows. "Hyacinthe Chasseur, at your service. A pleasure to meet a fellow hunter, Lord Valentine. I hope you don't mind me using blades. I lack munitions at the moment, and it's nearly impossible to make an accurate bow out of the local materials."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Felix seems slightly ashamed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you. I just... that's really cool."
They shake their head, looking to Felix “N-no, you’re f-fine. I… I… sorry I made you feel sorry.” They look like they want to try but don’t want to either.
"It's all good. It was my fault. You just wanted to pet the kitties, and I tried to drag you into something. Hey, do you have parents or something? It's not safe to lurk around alleys and talk to strangers like this."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*But most of them would probably do some pretty bad things to Mr. Level One Demonspawn here.*
He gently smiles back. "Oh, I'm just preparing to go hunting. There are all sorts of horrors in these woods, and a nice place to sell the furs, meat, ivory, and whatever else I can scrounge." He stands up from the ground. His hair is pulled back and styled into something resembling a French nobleman's tie wig, and, now that it's been cleaned, it's a bright white too. It's been styled specifically to cover his elegant, powerful horns as well, which is an interesting choice.
*Fair enough, the Abomination probably wouldn’t, the Leper might, and Merabelle is a coin flip. Honestly, lots of them aren’t great for this dude.*
He chuckles, spinning Rosemary in one hand “You willin’ to take another with ya, I haven’t had much time to scavenge fer anythin’ as of recent. Oh yeah, nice to meet ya, Sparrow Valentine.”
He bows. "Hyacinthe Chasseur, at your service. A pleasure to meet a fellow hunter, Lord Valentine. I hope you don't mind me using blades. I lack munitions at the moment, and it's nearly impossible to make an accurate bow out of the local materials."
He bows to them in return, slightly not used to doing so, but doing it anyway “Don’t worry about callin’ me lord, just call me Sparrow, or any nickname ya can think of.” He holsters Rosemary, “I don’t worry about no swords, I can handle em decent enough.”
"That's kind of sad. I don't mean to hurt people. Most of the time, anyway." He sits, looking miserable. "I... well, you probably heard about William."
“I just meant plant and animal pain. That counts too. And what happened to him?”
"I got mad. Really, really mad. He didn't make it."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Oh cool, Buckshot Roulette. Anyway, anybody else want to role play, Jobah possibly, if anyone’s up for it.*
*sure. wanna continue the Trial Arc?*
*If you do I’m totally down with that. I have some ideas planned.*
*sure cool*
Damian has been spending as many hours as he could figuring out information on how the trail is going to do, currently sitting in a tavern in the heavenly city. He figured out most things relating to the situation, and has waited patiently for Mauric.
A beheaded, blue-skinned humanoid body in a fabulous tuxedo with gold trim strides by you, exuding confidence.
In the time between now and the day before Damian has somehow gotten a second collar on him, this one with Glyph of Warding set up with Counterspell, to keep him casting spells. He turns to them “Hi, who are you?”
*even when facing death, Damian still remains 𝓕𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓚𝓨*
A voice issues from the neck stump, sounding flowy and soothing, but also imperative. “Ah, salutations, my goodsome fellow! I have been formally christened by my lineage as Vitroze. And you?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"That's kind of sad. I don't mean to hurt people. Most of the time, anyway." He sits, looking miserable. "I... well, you probably heard about William."
“I just meant plant and animal pain. That counts too. And what happened to him?”
"I got mad. Really, really mad. He didn't make it."
“Make what?” Rio tilts his head.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Felix seems slightly ashamed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you. I just... that's really cool."
They shake their head, looking to Felix “N-no, you’re f-fine. I… I… sorry I made you feel sorry.” They look like they want to try but don’t want to either.
"It's all good. It was my fault. You just wanted to pet the kitties, and I tried to drag you into something. Hey, do you have parents or something? It's not safe to lurk around alleys and talk to strangers like this."
They nods slowly, wiping away the tears in their eyes “I-I’ve got a papa, he’s a lizard man!” They smiles broadly, proud of their caretaker “I- I can take care of myself too.”
*Oh cool, Buckshot Roulette. Anyway, anybody else want to role play, Jobah possibly, if anyone’s up for it.*
*sure. wanna continue the Trial Arc?*
*If you do I’m totally down with that. I have some ideas planned.*
*sure cool*
Damian has been spending as many hours as he could figuring out information on how the trail is going to do, currently sitting in a tavern in the heavenly city. He figured out most things relating to the situation, and has waited patiently for Mauric.
A beheaded, blue-skinned humanoid body in a fabulous tuxedo with gold trim strides by you, exuding confidence.
In the time between now and the day before Damian has somehow gotten a second collar on him, this one with Glyph of Warding set up with Counterspell, to keep him casting spells. He turns to them “Hi, who are you?”
*even when facing death, Damian still remains 𝓕𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓚𝓨*
A voice issues from the neck stump, sounding flowy and soothing, but also imperative. “Ah, salutations, my goodsome fellow! I have been formally christened by my lineage as Vitroze. And you?”
*More he remains a dangerous criminal, but take it as you will.*
They raise an eyebrow, leaning back on the counter “Talk like a normal person. I know you are making a distinct choice to speak that way. Damian Alterious, soon to be going on trail for the possession of a god’s soul, as well as a few other crimes.”
He bows. "Hyacinthe Chasseur, at your service. A pleasure to meet a fellow hunter, Lord Valentine. I hope you don't mind me using blades. I lack munitions at the moment, and it's nearly impossible to make an accurate bow out of the local materials."
He bows to them in return, slightly not used to doing so, but doing it anyway “Don’t worry about callin’ me lord, just call me Sparrow, or any nickname ya can think of.” He holsters Rosemary, “I don’t worry about no swords, I can handle em decent enough.”
"Oh, no need to bow to a rodent like me, Sparrow. No offense, but I get the impression that we are both equals in the eyes of the law. You are free to use your gun, I just lack the means to use one myself. All I have are the clothes on my back and the meager magicks my grandfather has passed down to me."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He bows. "Hyacinthe Chasseur, at your service. A pleasure to meet a fellow hunter, Lord Valentine. I hope you don't mind me using blades. I lack munitions at the moment, and it's nearly impossible to make an accurate bow out of the local materials."
He bows to them in return, slightly not used to doing so, but doing it anyway “Don’t worry about callin’ me lord, just call me Sparrow, or any nickname ya can think of.” He holsters Rosemary, “I don’t worry about no swords, I can handle em decent enough.”
"Oh, no need to bow to a rodent like me, Sparrow. No offense, but I get the impression that we are both equals in the eyes of the law. You are free to use your gun, I just lack the means to use one myself. All I have are the clothes on my back and the meager magicks my grandfather has passed down to me."
“You ain’t no rodent. I’ve been usin’ Rosemary a lot real recent, I’m good with goin’ off without her.” He smiles “We should be headin’ out before too long, we don’t want the sun settin’ in the time we spend talkin’.”
"It's all good. It was my fault. You just wanted to pet the kitties, and I tried to drag you into something. Hey, do you have parents or something? It's not safe to lurk around alleys and talk to strangers like this."
They nods slowly, wiping away the tears in their eyes “I-I’ve got a papa, he’s a lizard man!” They smiles broadly, proud of their caretaker “I- I can take care of myself too.”
"I see that. But it's always better to travel with a group of people you trust," he lectures. "Where is your papa? Could I meet him?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"It's all good. It was my fault. You just wanted to pet the kitties, and I tried to drag you into something. Hey, do you have parents or something? It's not safe to lurk around alleys and talk to strangers like this."
They nods slowly, wiping away the tears in their eyes “I-I’ve got a papa, he’s a lizard man!” They smiles broadly, proud of their caretaker “I- I can take care of myself too.”
"I see that. But it's always better to travel with a group of people you trust," he lectures. "Where is your papa? Could I meet him?"
He nods again, standing up and beginning to walk to the tavern. Sitting on the ground next to the tavern is the cloaked lizard man, the plants around him dead as he works on his pottery patiently.
"Oh, no need to bow to a rodent like me, Sparrow. No offense, but I get the impression that we are both equals in the eyes of the law. You are free to use your gun, I just lack the means to use one myself. All I have are the clothes on my back and the meager magicks my grandfather has passed down to me."
“You ain’t no rodent. I’ve been usin’ Rosemary a lot real recent, I’m good with goin’ off without her.” He smiles “We should be headin’ out before too long, we don’t want the sun settin’ in the time we spend talkin’.”
"You make a fair point, Monsieur." It sounds slightly wrong when he says that with his Irish accent. He conjures two blades, a longsword and a shortsword. They both have one clean cutting edge and a serrated saw blade on the other side. The shortsword seems to be made of bone with cursed runes and ornamentation carved into it, while the longsword is a beautiful, ancient blade forged of raw magical energy, elegant and brutal in equal measure. "How experienced are you at this? I was a huntmaster in my time, but that was sport hunting. If you are my senior in such matters, I would rather be led than lead others astray."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
As if by random chance, people in town have been somehow getting richer or disappearing altogether. Peasants, once so low on the proverbial ladder, suddenly have nearly one million platinum pieces while Nobles, looking down upon the lower class, have suddenly gone missing without a single trace left behind. Along with this, a backroom in the tavern suddenly appeared, and a door led to it unassumingly. The dimensions of the tavern do not include this backroom leading to it being considered an extra-dimensional space somehow attached to the tavern.
The inside is dark, barely lit by a single bulb that hangs overhead. The smell of cigarette smoke, metal, and underlying tones of blood stains the air. The walls are plastered with old brown wallpaper that seems to be peeling a bit. A table sits in the middle of it all, a simple wooden table. On one side is a chair, meant for whoever coming in, and the other side has thick black velvet curtains dividing the area up.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"I see that. But it's always better to travel with a group of people you trust," he lectures. "Where is your papa? Could I meet him?"
He nods again, standing up and beginning to walk to the tavern. Sitting on the ground next to the tavern is the cloaked lizard man, the plants around him dead as he works on his pottery patiently.
Felix follows the child to the tavern, and looks at the dead plants around Lizard Papa. "Oh dear..." he murmurs. "Are you okay, sir?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh, no need to bow to a rodent like me, Sparrow. No offense, but I get the impression that we are both equals in the eyes of the law. You are free to use your gun, I just lack the means to use one myself. All I have are the clothes on my back and the meager magicks my grandfather has passed down to me."
“You ain’t no rodent. I’ve been usin’ Rosemary a lot real recent, I’m good with goin’ off without her.” He smiles “We should be headin’ out before too long, we don’t want the sun settin’ in the time we spend talkin’.”
"You make a fair point, Monsieur." It sounds slightly wrong when he says that with his Irish accent. He conjures two blades, a longsword and a shortsword. They both have one clean cutting edge and a serrated saw blade on the other side. The shortsword seems to be made of bone with cursed runes and ornamentation carved into it, while the longsword is a beautiful, ancient blade forged of raw magical energy, elegant and brutal in equal measure. "How experienced are you at this? I was a huntmaster in my time, but that was sport hunting. If you are my senior in such matters, I would rather be led than lead others astray."
He takes the long sword in his hands, giving a few practiced, expert swings before putting it onto his back, cracking his knuckles and neck “I ain’t no swordsman, but I ain’t no novice with it either. I ain’t sure I’d be able to beat ya, so I think you should take the lead on this one, an be confident in yaself.”
*Oh cool, Buckshot Roulette. Anyway, anybody else want to role play, Jobah possibly, if anyone’s up for it.*
*sure. wanna continue the Trial Arc?*
*If you do I’m totally down with that. I have some ideas planned.*
*sure cool*
Damian has been spending as many hours as he could figuring out information on how the trail is going to do, currently sitting in a tavern in the heavenly city. He figured out most things relating to the situation, and has waited patiently for Mauric.
A beheaded, blue-skinned humanoid body in a fabulous tuxedo with gold trim strides by you, exuding confidence.
In the time between now and the day before Damian has somehow gotten a second collar on him, this one with Glyph of Warding set up with Counterspell, to keep him casting spells. He turns to them “Hi, who are you?”
*even when facing death, Damian still remains 𝓕𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓚𝓨*
A voice issues from the neck stump, sounding flowy and soothing, but also imperative. “Ah, salutations, my goodsome fellow! I have been formally christened by my lineage as Vitroze. And you?”
*More he remains a dangerous criminal, but take it as you will.*
They raise an eyebrow, leaning back on the counter “Talk like a normal person. I know you are making a distinct choice to speak that way. Damian Alterious, soon to be going on trail for the possession of a god’s soul, as well as a few other crimes.”
“Fine.” They sigh. “Well, that’s why I’m here, son. I need cash, and I am a masterful lawyer. The Sigil Bar Association can attest.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
As if by random chance, people in town have been somehow getting richer or disappearing altogether. Peasants, once so low on the proverbial ladder, suddenly have nearly one million platinum pieces while Nobles, looking down upon the lower class, have suddenly gone missing without a single trace left behind. Along with this, a backroom in the tavern suddenly appeared, and a door led to it unassumingly. The dimensions of the tavern do not include this backroom leading to it being considered an extra-dimensional space somehow attached to the tavern.
The inside is dark, barely lit by a single bulb that hangs overhead. The smell of cigarette smoke, metal, and underlying tones of blood stains the air. The walls are plastered with old brown wallpaper that seems to be peeling a bit. A table sits in the middle of it all, a simple wooden table. On one side is a chair, meant for whoever coming in, and the other side has thick black velvet curtains dividing the area up.
Klei knocks on the door, curious.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I see that. But it's always better to travel with a group of people you trust," he lectures. "Where is your papa? Could I meet him?"
He nods again, standing up and beginning to walk to the tavern. Sitting on the ground next to the tavern is the cloaked lizard man, the plants around him dead as he works on his pottery patiently.
Felix follows the child to the tavern, and looks at the dead plants around Lizard Papa. "Oh dear..." he murmurs. "Are you okay, sir?"
They have failed many a time to form some decent vases, looking at a masterfully crafted one. They turn to Felix, their voice rumbling yet quiet “Yes sir, I am perfectly fine.” Tom hugs them, which they return.
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He bows. "Hyacinthe Chasseur, at your service. A pleasure to meet a fellow hunter, Lord Valentine. I hope you don't mind me using blades. I lack munitions at the moment, and it's nearly impossible to make an accurate bow out of the local materials."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"It's all good. It was my fault. You just wanted to pet the kitties, and I tried to drag you into something. Hey, do you have parents or something? It's not safe to lurk around alleys and talk to strangers like this."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He bows to them in return, slightly not used to doing so, but doing it anyway “Don’t worry about callin’ me lord, just call me Sparrow, or any nickname ya can think of.” He holsters Rosemary, “I don’t worry about no swords, I can handle em decent enough.”
"I got mad. Really, really mad. He didn't make it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*even when facing death, Damian still remains 𝓕𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓚𝓨*
A voice issues from the neck stump, sounding flowy and soothing, but also imperative. “Ah, salutations, my goodsome fellow! I have been formally christened by my lineage as Vitroze. And you?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Make what?” Rio tilts his head.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They nods slowly, wiping away the tears in their eyes “I-I’ve got a papa, he’s a lizard man!” They smiles broadly, proud of their caretaker “I- I can take care of myself too.”
*More he remains a dangerous criminal, but take it as you will.*
They raise an eyebrow, leaning back on the counter “Talk like a normal person. I know you are making a distinct choice to speak that way. Damian Alterious, soon to be going on trail for the possession of a god’s soul, as well as a few other crimes.”
"Oh, no need to bow to a rodent like me, Sparrow. No offense, but I get the impression that we are both equals in the eyes of the law. You are free to use your gun, I just lack the means to use one myself. All I have are the clothes on my back and the meager magicks my grandfather has passed down to me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I burned him alive in his own restaurant." He says simply, not looking at Riotan.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“You ain’t no rodent. I’ve been usin’ Rosemary a lot real recent, I’m good with goin’ off without her.” He smiles “We should be headin’ out before too long, we don’t want the sun settin’ in the time we spend talkin’.”
"I see that. But it's always better to travel with a group of people you trust," he lectures. "Where is your papa? Could I meet him?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He nods again, standing up and beginning to walk to the tavern. Sitting on the ground next to the tavern is the cloaked lizard man, the plants around him dead as he works on his pottery patiently.
"You make a fair point, Monsieur." It sounds slightly wrong when he says that with his Irish accent. He conjures two blades, a longsword and a shortsword. They both have one clean cutting edge and a serrated saw blade on the other side. The shortsword seems to be made of bone with cursed runes and ornamentation carved into it, while the longsword is a beautiful, ancient blade forged of raw magical energy, elegant and brutal in equal measure. "How experienced are you at this? I was a huntmaster in my time, but that was sport hunting. If you are my senior in such matters, I would rather be led than lead others astray."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
As if by random chance, people in town have been somehow getting richer or disappearing altogether. Peasants, once so low on the proverbial ladder, suddenly have nearly one million platinum pieces while Nobles, looking down upon the lower class, have suddenly gone missing without a single trace left behind. Along with this, a backroom in the tavern suddenly appeared, and a door led to it unassumingly. The dimensions of the tavern do not include this backroom leading to it being considered an extra-dimensional space somehow attached to the tavern.
The inside is dark, barely lit by a single bulb that hangs overhead. The smell of cigarette smoke, metal, and underlying tones of blood stains the air. The walls are plastered with old brown wallpaper that seems to be peeling a bit. A table sits in the middle of it all, a simple wooden table. On one side is a chair, meant for whoever coming in, and the other side has thick black velvet curtains dividing the area up.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Felix follows the child to the tavern, and looks at the dead plants around Lizard Papa. "Oh dear..." he murmurs. "Are you okay, sir?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He takes the long sword in his hands, giving a few practiced, expert swings before putting it onto his back, cracking his knuckles and neck “I ain’t no swordsman, but I ain’t no novice with it either. I ain’t sure I’d be able to beat ya, so I think you should take the lead on this one, an be confident in yaself.”
“Fine.” They sigh. “Well, that’s why I’m here, son. I need cash, and I am a masterful lawyer. The Sigil Bar Association can attest.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Klei knocks on the door, curious.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They have failed many a time to form some decent vases, looking at a masterfully crafted one. They turn to Felix, their voice rumbling yet quiet “Yes sir, I am perfectly fine.” Tom hugs them, which they return.