"My reasons for leaving my guild were much less complicated. I committed quite the crime and was punished accordingly. But I never expected my guild to close down. It's like my imprisonment brought out the worst in the entire lordship."
*Sorry, back again*
“Either way, we both used to be hunters, and now are not. Crime is something I am not exactly an expert in, but have committed enough murders to executed on sight if it weren’t for the fact the people who would accuse me no longer exist.” He chuckles.
*All good. Nothing to apologize for.*
"While I was in prison, I thought about getting revenge every day. But when there was no one to get revenge on anymore by the time I got out, I fortunately had the self-control to put that energy into something more constructive than destructive."
“I agree, revenge is meaningless the moment you achieve it. Sometimes I consider going after the man who killed my son, but every time I do, I’m consumed by a rage if thought I’d long since beaten. All it shows me is that I have more to grow.”
*Cut for Salem. Devastatingly so. Want to add anyone else?*
He chuckles, drinking a water he didn’t have a moment ago “Think nothing of it, I’m just some handsome devil with an interest in the interesting.” He says jokingly.
"I'm sorry, I... have to go find Reuler..." She says, dashing out of the tavern with the egg.
Lilac is soaking in the sun, mentally preparing herself to go hunt.
Cyvus is sitting outside of Aspen Cafe, soaking up what little sun there is, enjoying the cold.
Zephyr has woken up in hell, in a stranger's bed. he sighs, rubbing his head.
He waves them off.
Clem has turned into a cat again, and is going around looking for a bird breakfast.
Merabelle sits down, soaking in the cold as well. She’s dressed herself in something not from her region, dress in clothes more fitting to her appearance as a mighty warrior and just insinuating how truly muscular she is. *A milf of my own if you will.*
Don still doesn’t have his shirt on, but had woken up an hour before, shook off his hangover, and is now practicing with his katana, sweat glistening as he works on the other side of the room.
*I shall be the judge*
Lilac spots him, and pads over to him, smiling. "Hey, Clem. Ya hungry?" She says, stooping down.
He smiles, waving to her. "Hello, young madam!" He says with earnest.
"I know this is literally hell, but this might be heaven.." He says as he sits up, smiling at Don.
*YES CHEF!*
Clem turns to them and ‘mew’s, which I assume she would be able to translate into ‘Good morning my love, yes.’
They turn their head to them, waving back, towering over them, their voice very southern as they speak “Well hello there, sweetheart. That’s flatterin’ to call me a young madam.”
He smiles back, moving with practiced patience, grunting with every swing “Did you sleep well?”
Xavier stumbles out of the graveyard, wearing only pants and completely soaked in blood. His spoon is slung over his back, the bowl covered in dirt.
Lacai has nothing more to sell, and is browsing local shops for trinkets to sell in the next town.
Saphuno is sat at the bar, tending to the stellar amount of customers (zero)
Lilac is hunting a family of deer, her appetite more ravenous as she has grown substantially.
Domino is humming to herself, playing chess with a ghost.
An obese strugel in a gold and red suit, raincoat, and bucket hat sits nearby. "Who was it this time?" It's the voice that spoke in his head all those times.
Hyacinthe enters the tavern, now dressed in a buckskin justacorps, and with his white hair pulled back into a tie wig fashion. Overall, he looks like an imitation of a French nobleman from the 17th century, minus the makeup... and plus the head.
Felix watches, analyzing the moves of the two.
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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.
"While I was in prison, I thought about getting revenge every day. But when there was no one to get revenge on anymore by the time I got out, I fortunately had the self-control to put that energy into something more constructive than destructive."
“I agree, revenge is meaningless the moment you achieve it. Sometimes I consider going after the man who killed my son, but every time I do, I’m consumed by a rage if thought I’d long since beaten. All it shows me is that I have more to grow.”
"Deep down, we are all little better than animals. Even the most enlightened of us have the seed of sin in our souls. That is why I respect everyone the way I do. Even when you let that inner animal out, you are still the same person. Everyone is capable of the same evils. The only question is are they capable of executing it, and can they let their human side remain in control when push comes to shove."
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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.
Clem turns to them and ‘mew’s, which I assume she would be able to translate into ‘Good morning my love, yes.’
They turn their head to them, waving back, towering over them, their voice very southern as they speak “Well hello there, sweetheart. That’s flatterin’ to call me a young madam.”
He smiles back, moving with practiced patience, grunting with every swing “Did you sleep well?”
"Let's find something to eat then." She says, smiling. "Wait here, I won't be long." She dashes off into the forest.
"It is the truth, is it not? I'd say its safe to assume you're younger than me, what with my 170 years." He smiles warmly. *dilf meets milf*
He watches with interest, eyes flickering from his toned body to the sword. "I did, like a kitten."
He continues to wander the area, though doesn’t move to far away, trying to pounce of any birds he finds.
She returns the warm smile, through she doesn’t reveal her teeth “I wouldn’t say I’m younger than you, but I ain’t going to claim I’m 170 neither.” *So she does get milf status, fabulous.*
The sword is rusted, yet more well crafted than any other its style, leaking darkness “Hmm, good to hear, give me a few more minutes, I’ll be done soon.”
"While I was in prison, I thought about getting revenge every day. But when there was no one to get revenge on anymore by the time I got out, I fortunately had the self-control to put that energy into something more constructive than destructive."
“I agree, revenge is meaningless the moment you achieve it. Sometimes I consider going after the man who killed my son, but every time I do, I’m consumed by a rage if thought I’d long since beaten. All it shows me is that I have more to grow.”
"Deep down, we are all little better than animals. Even the most enlightened of us have the seed of sin in our souls. That is why I respect everyone the way I do. Even when you let that inner animal out, you are still the same person. Everyone is capable of the same evils. The only question is are they capable of executing it, and can they let their human side remain in control when push comes to shove."
He puts down the refined pieces of wood, the ones to be used for the log cabin. “I agree, you are a wise man. How old are you? Likely far older than I, considering I am only 48.”
Clem turns to them and ‘mew’s, which I assume she would be able to translate into ‘Good morning my love, yes.’
They turn their head to them, waving back, towering over them, their voice very southern as they speak “Well hello there, sweetheart. That’s flatterin’ to call me a young madam.”
He smiles back, moving with practiced patience, grunting with every swing “Did you sleep well?”
"Let's find something to eat then." She says, smiling. "Wait here, I won't be long." She dashes off into the forest.
"It is the truth, is it not? I'd say its safe to assume you're younger than me, what with my 170 years." He smiles warmly. *dilf meets milf*
He watches with interest, eyes flickering from his toned body to the sword. "I did, like a kitten."
He continues to wander the area, though doesn’t move to far away, trying to pounce of any birds he finds.
She returns the warm smile, through she doesn’t reveal her teeth “I wouldn’t say I’m younger than you, but I ain’t going to claim I’m 170 neither.” *So she does get milf status, fabulous.*
The sword is rusted, yet more well crafted than any other its style, leaking darkness “Hmm, good to hear, give me a few more minutes, I’ll be done soon.”
*not exactly, not just yet.*
She returns shortly after, having a massive stag and a turkey in tow.
"Well, you've aged finer than me." He chuckles, taking a swig from a hipflask and fluffing his mane.
"Mkay" He says, laying back down, stretching out.
She can see he’s turned into a bigger cat, cheetah sized rather than house cat. He pads over to the turkey.
She chuckles softly “Why thank you, I do try my best.” Her tattoos are revealed, constellations that seem to move across her body, shining with starlight.
After those few minutes, he finishes, beginning to towel down “Oh yeah, and welcome to hell.”
An obese strugel in a gold and red suit, raincoat, and bucket hat sits nearby. "Who was it this time?" It's the voice that spoke in his head all those times.
Hyacinthe enters the tavern, now dressed in a buckskin justacorps, and with his white hair pulled back into a tie wig fashion. Overall, he looks like an imitation of a French nobleman from the 17th century, minus the makeup... and plus the head.
Felix watches, analyzing the moves of the two.
"Oh, it's you..." he says simply, leaning against a tree. "I don't even know, she looked at me funny. I offered to pay her for her services, only on account of how she was dressed" He says, beginning to cackle
*that made me laugh* "Welcome to Lord's Rest Inn..." Says an exhausted and worried Saphuno, waving meakly.
Whether Domino is proficient, or the ghost is supbar, it doesn't matter, as Domino has the upper hand. Paw?
"Why, though?" He sighs. "Preying on the weak is easy. Don't you wanna hurt people who aren't quite used to it?"
The red oniborne bows, smiling his usual smile. "Thank you. If you are not in the best state, I could very easily come back later." He looks around at the empty tavern.
Felix decides to set up a little portable altar with a photo, some booze, and some spicy food for the ghost.
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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.
"Deep down, we are all little better than animals. Even the most enlightened of us have the seed of sin in our souls. That is why I respect everyone the way I do. Even when you let that inner animal out, you are still the same person. Everyone is capable of the same evils. The only question is are they capable of executing it, and can they let their human side remain in control when push comes to shove."
He puts down the refined pieces of wood, the ones to be used for the log cabin. “I agree, you are a wise man. How old are you? Likely far older than I, considering I am only 48.”
"I do not know. I was never told my date of birth. I know that I am at least 120, but I started counting when they began to say I was 26. But they kept saying I was 26 for several years, up to the day of my imprisonment. I suppose I must have had a youthful appearance to allow them to maintain such a lie. I am certainly older than you, but I doubt I am more experienced. And I'm likely no wiser. I spent a lot of time in meditation, only rousing myself when the rats had once again attempted to eat me. That was the only time I could acquire sustenance. Eventually, though, even the rats abandoned the prison."
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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.
Clem turns to them and ‘mew’s, which I assume she would be able to translate into ‘Good morning my love, yes.’
They turn their head to them, waving back, towering over them, their voice very southern as they speak “Well hello there, sweetheart. That’s flatterin’ to call me a young madam.”
He smiles back, moving with practiced patience, grunting with every swing “Did you sleep well?”
"Let's find something to eat then." She says, smiling. "Wait here, I won't be long." She dashes off into the forest.
"It is the truth, is it not? I'd say its safe to assume you're younger than me, what with my 170 years." He smiles warmly. *dilf meets milf*
He watches with interest, eyes flickering from his toned body to the sword. "I did, like a kitten."
He continues to wander the area, though doesn’t move to far away, trying to pounce of any birds he finds.
She returns the warm smile, through she doesn’t reveal her teeth “I wouldn’t say I’m younger than you, but I ain’t going to claim I’m 170 neither.” *So she does get milf status, fabulous.*
The sword is rusted, yet more well crafted than any other its style, leaking darkness “Hmm, good to hear, give me a few more minutes, I’ll be done soon.”
*not exactly, not just yet.*
She returns shortly after, having a massive stag and a turkey in tow.
"Well, you've aged finer than me." He chuckles, taking a swig from a hipflask and fluffing his mane.
"Mkay" He says, laying back down, stretching out.
She can see he’s turned into a bigger cat, cheetah sized rather than house cat. He pads over to the turkey.
She chuckles softly “Why thank you, I do try my best.” Her tattoos are revealed, constellations that seem to move across her body, shining with starlight.
After those few minutes, he finishes, beginning to towel down “Oh yeah, and welcome to hell.”
"dig in, there's plenty." She says, beginning to roast the deer with her breath.
"By the Gods." He says softly, taking in the sight of the tattoos. "A celestial being..." *old timey view on the world, don't mind him*
"I could dig it here" He says as he stands up, smiling.
He does exactly that, finishing the turkey in only a few tears and bites, before strutting over to her.
She giggles, shaking her head “I mean, that’s flatterin’ to be certain, but I ain’t nothin’ celestial. I’m barely mortal at all.”
He shakes his head, dressing himself “You’ve seen the best of it here, this truly is a realm of torment.”
"Deep down, we are all little better than animals. Even the most enlightened of us have the seed of sin in our souls. That is why I respect everyone the way I do. Even when you let that inner animal out, you are still the same person. Everyone is capable of the same evils. The only question is are they capable of executing it, and can they let their human side remain in control when push comes to shove."
He puts down the refined pieces of wood, the ones to be used for the log cabin. “I agree, you are a wise man. How old are you? Likely far older than I, considering I am only 48.”
"I do not know. I was never told my date of birth. I know that I am at least 120, but I started counting when they began to say I was 26. But they kept saying I was 26 for several years, up to the day of my imprisonment. I suppose I must have had a youthful appearance to allow them to maintain such a lie. I am certainly older than you, but I doubt I am more experienced. And I'm likely no wiser. I spent a lot of time in meditation, only rousing myself when the rats had once again attempted to eat me. That was the only time I could acquire sustenance. Eventually, though, even the rats abandoned the prison."
He nods along with his words, beginning to pick up all of the refined logs “Where would you like to live exactly? I would recommend near the cave with the underground hot springs. Does that sound good to you?”
KK is attempting to practice magic with the cane Stroth gave her. She doesn't seem to be making any progress.
Coterie is chilling in the Inn, absorbing surface-level thoughts from those nearby.
A madman of a herangon rushes towards them, cackling as he holds up an unwieldy spoon. He swings the spoon full force, bowl side aiming for their head. Attack: 24 Damage: 39
Salem is nearby, floating about aimlessly while upside down and turning squirrels into small cats, mice into toads, etc.
She detects the thoughts of a worried teenager, who is sitting in a corner booth holding a dragon egg. It's small for a dragon egg, about the size of an ostritch egg.
The spoon strikes true, causing Traitor to stagger back before whipping around, their eyes glowing with a near-painful luminosity. "Well, what was that for?"
KK tries to do the same with the cane, but can't manage to make anything happen outside of probably looking ridiculous.
Coterie glances over at the egg, curious. They approach slightly.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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“I agree, revenge is meaningless the moment you achieve it. Sometimes I consider going after the man who killed my son, but every time I do, I’m consumed by a rage if thought I’d long since beaten. All it shows me is that I have more to grow.”
*YES CHEF!*
Clem turns to them and ‘mew’s, which I assume she would be able to translate into ‘Good morning my love, yes.’
They turn their head to them, waving back, towering over them, their voice very southern as they speak “Well hello there, sweetheart. That’s flatterin’ to call me a young madam.”
He smiles back, moving with practiced patience, grunting with every swing “Did you sleep well?”
An obese strugel in a gold and red suit, raincoat, and bucket hat sits nearby. "Who was it this time?" It's the voice that spoke in his head all those times.
Hyacinthe enters the tavern, now dressed in a buckskin justacorps, and with his white hair pulled back into a tie wig fashion. Overall, he looks like an imitation of a French nobleman from the 17th century, minus the makeup... and plus the head.
Felix watches, analyzing the moves of the two.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Deep down, we are all little better than animals. Even the most enlightened of us have the seed of sin in our souls. That is why I respect everyone the way I do. Even when you let that inner animal out, you are still the same person. Everyone is capable of the same evils. The only question is are they capable of executing it, and can they let their human side remain in control when push comes to shove."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He continues to wander the area, though doesn’t move to far away, trying to pounce of any birds he finds.
She returns the warm smile, through she doesn’t reveal her teeth “I wouldn’t say I’m younger than you, but I ain’t going to claim I’m 170 neither.” *So she does get milf status, fabulous.*
The sword is rusted, yet more well crafted than any other its style, leaking darkness “Hmm, good to hear, give me a few more minutes, I’ll be done soon.”
He puts down the refined pieces of wood, the ones to be used for the log cabin. “I agree, you are a wise man. How old are you? Likely far older than I, considering I am only 48.”
*Hello, everyone!*
Traitor is wandering amidst the forest.
KK is attempting to practice magic with the cane Stroth gave her. She doesn't seem to be making any progress.
Coterie is chilling in the Inn, absorbing surface-level thoughts from those nearby.
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 can see he’s turned into a bigger cat, cheetah sized rather than house cat. He pads over to the turkey.
She chuckles softly “Why thank you, I do try my best.” Her tattoos are revealed, constellations that seem to move across her body, shining with starlight.
After those few minutes, he finishes, beginning to towel down “Oh yeah, and welcome to hell.”
"Why, though?" He sighs. "Preying on the weak is easy. Don't you wanna hurt people who aren't quite used to it?"
The red oniborne bows, smiling his usual smile. "Thank you. If you are not in the best state, I could very easily come back later." He looks around at the empty tavern.
Felix decides to set up a little portable altar with a photo, some booze, and some spicy food for the ghost.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I do not know. I was never told my date of birth. I know that I am at least 120, but I started counting when they began to say I was 26. But they kept saying I was 26 for several years, up to the day of my imprisonment. I suppose I must have had a youthful appearance to allow them to maintain such a lie. I am certainly older than you, but I doubt I am more experienced. And I'm likely no wiser. I spent a lot of time in meditation, only rousing myself when the rats had once again attempted to eat me. That was the only time I could acquire sustenance. Eventually, though, even the rats abandoned the prison."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He does exactly that, finishing the turkey in only a few tears and bites, before strutting over to her.
She giggles, shaking her head “I mean, that’s flatterin’ to be certain, but I ain’t nothin’ celestial. I’m barely mortal at all.”
He shakes his head, dressing himself “You’ve seen the best of it here, this truly is a realm of torment.”
He nods along with his words, beginning to pick up all of the refined logs “Where would you like to live exactly? I would recommend near the cave with the underground hot springs. Does that sound good to you?”
The spoon strikes true, causing Traitor to stagger back before whipping around, their eyes glowing with a near-painful luminosity. "Well, what was that for?"
KK tries to do the same with the cane, but can't manage to make anything happen outside of probably looking ridiculous.
Coterie glances over at the egg, curious. They approach slightly.
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)