"If you believe in me, how could I do anything but believe too?" He chuckles. His smile hasn't left his tight lips since he met Sparrow. "Well then, let us hunt! I never got to say this before, so... Tally Ho!"
He disapparrates his shortsword and dashes into the woods, low to the ground, his movements near-silent but openly telegraphed to Sparrow and Sparrow alone.
He follows after him, not as quick, but better when it comes to moving around quickly, like a criminal making a break for it. He’s doing good at not making sound as well, but once again, not nearly as good as him. He has a good smile on his face as well.
Hyacinthe eventually stops rather abruptly, gesturing for Sparrow to come close. There are some deer in front of them.
He stops, carefully stepping, just out of view of the deer. He takes the sword off of his back, waiting for them to give the signal.
"I see." He looks at the failed vases. "Wow, those look amazing. The way they collapsed looks really interesting. Could I possibly buy some from you?" He asks hopefully. He then shakes his head. "Ah, I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm Felix. I met your child, and he seemed really well-mannered, if a little reckless with who he chooses to talk to."
He picks up one of the failed vases, raising an eyebrow in confusion “You can have it for free, there isn’t any value to it for anyone else it seems.” He chuckles, “Tim is a reckless one indeed, I’d say it adds to the charm. Nice to meet you Felix, I am Amygdon.”
Felix gratefully takes the vessel, his eyes big with wonder, gears turning rapidly as he considers what to do with it. Then he snaps back to reality, remembering that he's in a conversation. "You must have raised him well, Amygdon. He's got more empathy than I could hope to gain in years of training. A beautiful heart."
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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.
"I see." He looks at the failed vases. "Wow, those look amazing. The way they collapsed looks really interesting. Could I possibly buy some from you?" He asks hopefully. He then shakes his head. "Ah, I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm Felix. I met your child, and he seemed really well-mannered, if a little reckless with who he chooses to talk to."
He picks up one of the failed vases, raising an eyebrow in confusion “You can have it for free, there isn’t any value to it for anyone else it seems.” He chuckles, “Tim is a reckless one indeed, I’d say it adds to the charm. Nice to meet you Felix, I am Amygdon.”
Felix gratefully takes the vessel, his eyes big with wonder, gears turning rapidly as he considers what to do with it. Then he snaps back to reality, remembering that he's in a conversation. "You must have raised him well, Amygdon. He's got more empathy than I could hope to gain in years of training. A beautiful heart."
He smiles as much as he possibly can, happy to hear that the child he protects is a truly good one “I love to hear that Felix, he tries his best to be, he isn’t exactly a normal child, as I assume you have seen, so it is difficult for him.” He pats the child’s head, his scales mostly healthy, but some pitch black.
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.
The door opens and he can see the glint of an eye watching him from behind the curtain. "Hello there."
“Uhh… hi?” He says cautiously, his hand on the grip of his shortsword.
"Please. Put that away." It scoffs "Wouldn't hurt me anyways."
He replaces it in its small leather scabbard. “Okay… so what is all this?”
"It’s a business opportunity, a chance to gain riches, or whatever you would like."
“Well that sounds great! What do I have to do?” Klei looks very excited.
A single, withered hand suddenly emerges from behind the curtain. In its hand is a shotgun. It lies on the table and chuckles "You must play a game."
“What… is that?” He stares at the shotgun curiously.
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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 think his soul already belongs to Samaritan. You know, triple skull mask guy."
“Oh yeah I just met him yesterday! He’s the second person along with you that I’ve ever discussed the best methods of cooking and eating my own body with.”
"You would know best. Well, actually, that might not really be the case. Demons usually aren't the best at understanding themselves, even the really clever and charismatic ones like you. It's like asking a human to build a functioning heart, you know. It's not like they have an innate knowledge of it. But I don't know how many times you've engaged in autocannibalism. Anyway, I wanted to say I'm sorry for being an ass to you in the past. I've been... learning about this world's demons and such."
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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 looks at him suspicious, “Sure. If you can keep me from being trapped in jail, I’ll pay you whatever you like. I doubt you can though, if you’ve heard a fraction of my last trail here, you know things won’t be that easy.”
“Nay, I have heard naught of you in days anon.” He says sadly. “Ya got a file then?”
He nods “Likely I do, and if I don’t it was probably burned as soon as I escaped the first time over.”‘’
“Kay. I never take easy cases anyway. I love a good uphill battle, and I won’t charge you too much.” Vitroze takes out a notebook and begins scrawling in it at insane speed.
He chuckles “My brother will be here soon enough, and he’ll have more info on the situation, as well as my condition that resulted in this in the first place, by the way, what are the laws for mortal possession of a god soul?”
“…can’t do it?” They respond after thinking for a while.
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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.
The door opens and he can see the glint of an eye watching him from behind the curtain. "Hello there."
“Uhh… hi?” He says cautiously, his hand on the grip of his shortsword.
"Please. Put that away." It scoffs "Wouldn't hurt me anyways."
He replaces it in its small leather scabbard. “Okay… so what is all this?”
"It’s a business opportunity, a chance to gain riches, or whatever you would like."
“Well that sounds great! What do I have to do?” Klei looks very excited.
A single, withered hand suddenly emerges from behind the curtain. In its hand is a shotgun. It lies on the table and chuckles "You must play a game."
“What… is that?” He stares at the shotgun curiously.
"This will determine our fate." It chuckles, the curtain getting osuhed back. A bulbous head with dark hollow eyes and a mouth full of sharp teeth stares at Klei.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"I think his soul already belongs to Samaritan. You know, triple skull mask guy."
“Oh yeah I just met him yesterday! He’s the second person along with you that I’ve ever discussed the best methods of cooking and eating my own body with.”
"You would know best. Well, actually, that might not really be the case. Demons usually aren't the best at understanding themselves, even the really clever and charismatic ones like you. It's like asking a human to build a functioning heart, you know. It's not like they have an innate knowledge of it. But I don't know how many times you've engaged in autocannibalism. Anyway, I wanted to say I'm sorry for being an ass to you in the past. I've been... learning about this world's demons and such."
“Aww, you’re all good. I haven’t ever eaten myself but I’ve eaten yuan-ti that have an identical physiology to me. Kinda stringy and bitter, to be honest.”
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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.
He looks at him suspicious, “Sure. If you can keep me from being trapped in jail, I’ll pay you whatever you like. I doubt you can though, if you’ve heard a fraction of my last trail here, you know things won’t be that easy.”
“Nay, I have heard naught of you in days anon.” He says sadly. “Ya got a file then?”
He nods “Likely I do, and if I don’t it was probably burned as soon as I escaped the first time over.”‘’
“Kay. I never take easy cases anyway. I love a good uphill battle, and I won’t charge you too much.” Vitroze takes out a notebook and begins scrawling in it at insane speed.
He chuckles “My brother will be here soon enough, and he’ll have more info on the situation, as well as my condition that resulted in this in the first place, by the way, what are the laws for mortal possession of a god soul?”
“…can’t do it?” They respond after thinking for a while.
He tilts his head “Really? I never thought of that? Well if I can’t do it, guess I just did the impossible.” He says sarcastically before calmly saying “Do you know the laws? Or any access to the laws to learn?”
Hyacinthe eventually stops rather abruptly, gesturing for Sparrow to come close. There are some deer in front of them.
He stops, carefully stepping, just out of view of the deer. He takes the sword off of his back, waiting for them to give the signal.
The lanky oni snaps his fingers, causing the deer to freeze for a moment, unable to find the source. The signal. He moves with terrifying speed, stabbing a stag in the eye with the sword, killing it instantly. A creature with prey reflexes and mighty speed, and he managed to get in front of it and execute it in an instant.
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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.
Klei knocks on the door, curious.
The door opens and he can see the glint of an eye watching him from behind the curtain. "Hello there."
“Uhh… hi?” He says cautiously, his hand on the grip of his shortsword.
"Please. Put that away." It scoffs "Wouldn't hurt me anyways."
He replaces it in its small leather scabbard. “Okay… so what is all this?”
"It’s a business opportunity, a chance to gain riches, or whatever you would like."
“Well that sounds great! What do I have to do?” Klei looks very excited.
A single, withered hand suddenly emerges from behind the curtain. In its hand is a shotgun. It lies on the table and chuckles "You must play a game."
“What… is that?” He stares at the shotgun curiously.
"This will determine our fate." It chuckles, the curtain getting osuhed back. A bulbous head with dark hollow eyes and a mouth full of sharp teeth stares at Klei.
“Sure, but what is it??”
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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.
The door opens and he can see the glint of an eye watching him from behind the curtain. "Hello there."
“Uhh… hi?” He says cautiously, his hand on the grip of his shortsword.
"Please. Put that away." It scoffs "Wouldn't hurt me anyways."
He replaces it in its small leather scabbard. “Okay… so what is all this?”
"It’s a business opportunity, a chance to gain riches, or whatever you would like."
“Well that sounds great! What do I have to do?” Klei looks very excited.
A single, withered hand suddenly emerges from behind the curtain. In its hand is a shotgun. It lies on the table and chuckles "You must play a game."
“What… is that?” He stares at the shotgun curiously.
"This will determine our fate." It chuckles, the curtain getting osuhed back. A bulbous head with dark hollow eyes and a mouth full of sharp teeth stares at Klei.
“Sure, but what is it??”.
It loads it with what appears to be a shell made of red plastic. It clicks the chamber shut and aims at the wall. It shoots the walls with a terrifying blast.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Hyacinthe eventually stops rather abruptly, gesturing for Sparrow to come close. There are some deer in front of them.
He stops, carefully stepping, just out of view of the deer. He takes the sword off of his back, waiting for them to give the signal.
The lanky oni snaps his fingers, causing the deer to freeze for a moment, unable to find the source. The signal. He moves with terrifying speed, stabbing a stag in the eye with the sword, killing it instantly. A creature with prey reflexes and mighty speed, and he managed to get in front of it and execute it in an instant.
He follows after them quickly, going for an overhead swing inbetween two of the deer, decapitating them both with one clean swing. The deer’s bodies grow to the ground as he sheaths the blade, leaning down to them “Four of em, that seems good to me.”
He looks at him suspicious, “Sure. If you can keep me from being trapped in jail, I’ll pay you whatever you like. I doubt you can though, if you’ve heard a fraction of my last trail here, you know things won’t be that easy.”
“Nay, I have heard naught of you in days anon.” He says sadly. “Ya got a file then?”
He nods “Likely I do, and if I don’t it was probably burned as soon as I escaped the first time over.”‘’
“Kay. I never take easy cases anyway. I love a good uphill battle, and I won’t charge you too much.” Vitroze takes out a notebook and begins scrawling in it at insane speed.
He chuckles “My brother will be here soon enough, and he’ll have more info on the situation, as well as my condition that resulted in this in the first place, by the way, what are the laws for mortal possession of a god soul?”
“…can’t do it?” They respond after thinking for a while.
He tilts his head “Really? I never thought of that? Well if I can’t do it, guess I just did the impossible.” He says sarcastically before calmly saying “Do you know the laws? Or any access to the laws to learn?”
*wait what plane are we in?*
“Yea, I know the lore of the realm. That is the deign of my esteemed craft.” They reach into their neck stump and pull out a large tome of policies and penal codes, dropping it on the table.
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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 gratefully takes the vessel, his eyes big with wonder, gears turning rapidly as he considers what to do with it. Then he snaps back to reality, remembering that he's in a conversation. "You must have raised him well, Amygdon. He's got more empathy than I could hope to gain in years of training. A beautiful heart."
He smiles as much as he possibly can, happy to hear that the child he protects is a truly good one “I love to hear that Felix, he tries his best to be, he isn’t exactly a normal child, as I assume you have seen, so it is difficult for him.” He pats the child’s head, his scales mostly healthy, but some pitch black.
"People can be cruel to those they view as different. That makes him even better, in my eyes. He's seen the worst of humanity, and he still chooses to love and trust. It's incredible." Felix puts a hand on Amygdon's wrist, casting Lesser Restoration to make the scales look healthier.
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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 looks at him suspicious, “Sure. If you can keep me from being trapped in jail, I’ll pay you whatever you like. I doubt you can though, if you’ve heard a fraction of my last trail here, you know things won’t be that easy.”
“Nay, I have heard naught of you in days anon.” He says sadly. “Ya got a file then?”
He nods “Likely I do, and if I don’t it was probably burned as soon as I escaped the first time over.”‘’
“Kay. I never take easy cases anyway. I love a good uphill battle, and I won’t charge you too much.” Vitroze takes out a notebook and begins scrawling in it at insane speed.
He chuckles “My brother will be here soon enough, and he’ll have more info on the situation, as well as my condition that resulted in this in the first place, by the way, what are the laws for mortal possession of a god soul?”
“…can’t do it?” They respond after thinking for a while.
He tilts his head “Really? I never thought of that? Well if I can’t do it, guess I just did the impossible.” He says sarcastically before calmly saying “Do you know the laws? Or any access to the laws to learn?”
*wait what plane are we in?*
“Yea, I know the lore of the realm. That is the deign of my esteemed craft.” They reach into their neck stump and pull out a large tome of policies and penal codes, dropping it on the table.
*Celestial realm, so wherever that would be.*
He rubs the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes “Okay, if you could find the punishments for the crimes I’ve committed that would be amazing.” He takes a deep breath “Thank you in advance.”
Felix gratefully takes the vessel, his eyes big with wonder, gears turning rapidly as he considers what to do with it. Then he snaps back to reality, remembering that he's in a conversation. "You must have raised him well, Amygdon. He's got more empathy than I could hope to gain in years of training. A beautiful heart."
He smiles as much as he possibly can, happy to hear that the child he protects is a truly good one “I love to hear that Felix, he tries his best to be, he isn’t exactly a normal child, as I assume you have seen, so it is difficult for him.” He pats the child’s head, his scales mostly healthy, but some pitch black.
"People can be cruel to those they view as different. That makes him even better, in my eyes. He's seen the worst of humanity, and he still chooses to love and trust. It's incredible." Felix puts a hand on Amygdon's wrist, casting Lesser Restoration to make the scales look healthier.
He heals the scales slightly, though they still look far from healthy. He nods with the sage words of Felix “It truly makes him better than most of us could hope to be, despite what he was made to be, he became the best he possibly could hope to be. He was put, made to destroy, and yet, he tries his hardest not to.”
"You would know best. Well, actually, that might not really be the case. Demons usually aren't the best at understanding themselves, even the really clever and charismatic ones like you. It's like asking a human to build a functioning heart, you know. It's not like they have an innate knowledge of it. But I don't know how many times you've engaged in autocannibalism. Anyway, I wanted to say I'm sorry for being an ass to you in the past. I've been... learning about this world's demons and such."
“Aww, you’re all good. I haven’t ever eaten myself but I’ve eaten yuan-ti that have an identical physiology to me. Kinda stringy and bitter, to be honest.”
"Interesting. I usually avoid cooking intelligent creatures, but have you tried marinading or brining them before eating?"
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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.
The lanky oni snaps his fingers, causing the deer to freeze for a moment, unable to find the source. The signal. He moves with terrifying speed, stabbing a stag in the eye with the sword, killing it instantly. A creature with prey reflexes and mighty speed, and he managed to get in front of it and execute it in an instant.
He follows after them quickly, going for an overhead swing inbetween two of the deer, decapitating them both with one clean swing. The deer’s bodies grow to the ground as he sheaths the blade, leaning down to them “Four of em, that seems good to me.”
"I counted three, but either way it's still more than we could eat in a day. I should be able to buy some actual clothes with what we'll earn from this. I'd suggest claiming any bits you want now, and we'll split the rest 50/50. Ooh, it feels good to say that! I haven't felt good about killing in over a hundred years!"
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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.
A woman in a flower-adorned witch hat is outside, sitting on a bench and reading a book on undead. (sorry, not peony.)
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
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He stops, carefully stepping, just out of view of the deer. He takes the sword off of his back, waiting for them to give the signal.
Felix gratefully takes the vessel, his eyes big with wonder, gears turning rapidly as he considers what to do with it. Then he snaps back to reality, remembering that he's in a conversation. "You must have raised him well, Amygdon. He's got more empathy than I could hope to gain in years of training. A beautiful heart."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He smiles as much as he possibly can, happy to hear that the child he protects is a truly good one “I love to hear that Felix, he tries his best to be, he isn’t exactly a normal child, as I assume you have seen, so it is difficult for him.” He pats the child’s head, his scales mostly healthy, but some pitch black.
“What… is that?” He stares at the shotgun curiously.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"You would know best. Well, actually, that might not really be the case. Demons usually aren't the best at understanding themselves, even the really clever and charismatic ones like you. It's like asking a human to build a functioning heart, you know. It's not like they have an innate knowledge of it. But I don't know how many times you've engaged in autocannibalism. Anyway, I wanted to say I'm sorry for being an ass to you in the past. I've been... learning about this world's demons and such."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“…can’t do it?” They respond after thinking for a while.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"This will determine our fate." It chuckles, the curtain getting osuhed back. A bulbous head with dark hollow eyes and a mouth full of sharp teeth stares at Klei.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Aww, you’re all good. I haven’t ever eaten myself but I’ve eaten yuan-ti that have an identical physiology to me. Kinda stringy and bitter, to be honest.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He tilts his head “Really? I never thought of that? Well if I can’t do it, guess I just did the impossible.” He says sarcastically before calmly saying “Do you know the laws? Or any access to the laws to learn?”
The lanky oni snaps his fingers, causing the deer to freeze for a moment, unable to find the source. The signal. He moves with terrifying speed, stabbing a stag in the eye with the sword, killing it instantly. A creature with prey reflexes and mighty speed, and he managed to get in front of it and execute it in an instant.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Sure, but what is it??”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
It loads it with what appears to be a shell made of red plastic. It clicks the chamber shut and aims at the wall. It shoots the walls with a terrifying blast.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He follows after them quickly, going for an overhead swing inbetween two of the deer, decapitating them both with one clean swing. The deer’s bodies grow to the ground as he sheaths the blade, leaning down to them “Four of em, that seems good to me.”
*wait what plane are we in?*
“Yea, I know the lore of the realm. That is the deign of my esteemed craft.” They reach into their neck stump and pull out a large tome of policies and penal codes, dropping it on the table.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"People can be cruel to those they view as different. That makes him even better, in my eyes. He's seen the worst of humanity, and he still chooses to love and trust. It's incredible." Felix puts a hand on Amygdon's wrist, casting Lesser Restoration to make the scales look healthier.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Celestial realm, so wherever that would be.*
He rubs the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes “Okay, if you could find the punishments for the crimes I’ve committed that would be amazing.” He takes a deep breath “Thank you in advance.”
He heals the scales slightly, though they still look far from healthy. He nods with the sage words of Felix “It truly makes him better than most of us could hope to be, despite what he was made to be, he became the best he possibly could hope to be. He was put, made to destroy, and yet, he tries his hardest not to.”
"Interesting. I usually avoid cooking intelligent creatures, but have you tried marinading or brining them before eating?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I counted three, but either way it's still more than we could eat in a day. I should be able to buy some actual clothes with what we'll earn from this. I'd suggest claiming any bits you want now, and we'll split the rest 50/50. Ooh, it feels good to say that! I haven't felt good about killing in over a hundred years!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*a witch, anyone?*
A woman in a flower-adorned witch hat is outside, sitting on a bench and reading a book on undead. (sorry, not peony.)
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose