Stroth is watching the zombie horse she created, giggling and taking notes. The thing is wobbling around, looking utterly out of it as the blight flowers bloom across its flesh.
A stall has been set up in town, nothing special, just a wooden stall with a banner reading 'RARE AND USEFUL ARTIFACTS!' in big swirly font. A cat, or what appears to be a cat, sits on a stool, it's two tails flicking back and forth. It wears a little kimono made of blue and white silks that depict demons eating each other.
Loriche is a few meters away, burying large hunks of cobalt.
Klei is at his own stall of various knickknacks and paraphernalia, feeling slightly threatened by their presence.
Stroth looks over and chuckles "Having fun?"
On the table of items, Klei's eyes find something that seems horribly familiar. An item from their pasts.
*question: can the item be Klei’s left eye?*
“Eh. Just trying to not waste this stuff. Leave it for other people.” She answers, not turning, depositing another shovel’s worth of topsoil.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Stroth is watching the zombie horse she created, giggling and taking notes. The thing is wobbling around, looking utterly out of it as the blight flowers bloom across its flesh.
A stall has been set up in town, nothing special, just a wooden stall with a banner reading 'RARE AND USEFUL ARTIFACTS!' in big swirly font. A cat, or what appears to be a cat, sits on a stool, it's two tails flicking back and forth. It wears a little kimono made of blue and white silks that depict demons eating each other.
Loriche is a few meters away, burying large hunks of cobalt.
Klei is at his own stall of various knickknacks and paraphernalia, feeling slightly threatened by their presence.
Stroth looks over and chuckles "Having fun?"
On the table of items, Klei's eyes find something that seems horribly familiar. An item from their pasts.
*question: can the item be Klei’s left eye?*
“Eh. Just trying to not waste this stuff. Leave it for other people.” She answers, not turning, depositing another shovel’s worth of topsoil.
*Course!*
An eyeball is sitting in a black velvet ringbox, having been covered in resin to preserve it.
"Who else would use it?" She raises a brow.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Stroth is watching the zombie horse she created, giggling and taking notes. The thing is wobbling around, looking utterly out of it as the blight flowers bloom across its flesh.
A stall has been set up in town, nothing special, just a wooden stall with a banner reading 'RARE AND USEFUL ARTIFACTS!' in big swirly font. A cat, or what appears to be a cat, sits on a stool, it's two tails flicking back and forth. It wears a little kimono made of blue and white silks that depict demons eating each other.
Loriche is a few meters away, burying large hunks of cobalt.
Klei is at his own stall of various knickknacks and paraphernalia, feeling slightly threatened by their presence.
Stroth looks over and chuckles "Having fun?"
On the table of items, Klei's eyes find something that seems horribly familiar. An item from their pasts.
*question: can the item be Klei’s left eye?*
“Eh. Just trying to not waste this stuff. Leave it for other people.” She answers, not turning, depositing another shovel’s worth of topsoil.
*Course!*
An eyeball is sitting in a black velvet ringbox, having been covered in resin to preserve it.
"Who else would use it?" She raises a brow.
“W… what…?” Klei looks horrified and confused. He stands, slowly walking over.
“Smiths and metalworkers like me!”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Stroth is watching the zombie horse she created, giggling and taking notes. The thing is wobbling around, looking utterly out of it as the blight flowers bloom across its flesh.
A stall has been set up in town, nothing special, just a wooden stall with a banner reading 'RARE AND USEFUL ARTIFACTS!' in big swirly font. A cat, or what appears to be a cat, sits on a stool, it's two tails flicking back and forth. It wears a little kimono made of blue and white silks that depict demons eating each other.
Loriche is a few meters away, burying large hunks of cobalt.
Klei is at his own stall of various knickknacks and paraphernalia, feeling slightly threatened by their presence.
Stroth looks over and chuckles "Having fun?"
On the table of items, Klei's eyes find something that seems horribly familiar. An item from their pasts.
*question: can the item be Klei’s left eye?*
“Eh. Just trying to not waste this stuff. Leave it for other people.” She answers, not turning, depositing another shovel’s worth of topsoil.
*Course!*
An eyeball is sitting in a black velvet ringbox, having been covered in resin to preserve it.
"Who else would use it?" She raises a brow.
“W… what…?” Klei looks horrified and confused. He stands, slowly walking over.
“Smiths and metalworkers like me!”
"Ah hello there! Welcome my friend! See something that catches your eye?" It jokes.
"Hm.. I suppose ."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
“Rats are carriers of pestilence and make excellent stock. Also there’s like four princes of rats already. Do your research.*
*IDK man, it's some bs I made for this. Probably Outer planes though.*
"What self respecting demon spends time with research when you could be killing said princes of rats and consuming all they have achieved?"
*I’ll just say Mount Celestia*
Mauric is trying to get some sleep (he hasn’t since they arrived) but can’t. There’s a knock on the door of their room.
Rio stands up, looking angry, his quasits hiding behind his legs. “Alright, y’all can keep this up or we can actually do something instead of arguing like little kids.”
*Sorry dude, I don't usually think far ahead.*
Damian gets up to the door, opening it a crack and peaking through to see who would be here for them "Hello?"
They both begin to lean in opposite directions, using each other as counterweights as to not fall to the ground, wide grins across their faces "But arguing is oh so fun. It's obviously annoying you."
*nah your good*
It’s Vitroze. They’re holding a stack of books and papers. “Hallo my goodsome sir!” They say in their illustrious Shakespearean voice.
“Oh really?” Riotan flicks out his tongue, attempting to taste their thoughts and intents on the air. “Well then how about I annoy you in turn?”
*Sorry, gtg for a test.*
He rubs the bridge of his nose "It's late. Is the yelling or the accent necessary?" He opens the door, letting them inside, though he didn't explain who this is to Mauric before.
Their smiles wrap around their heads, the brunette having normal teeth, the blonde having rows of fangs like a sharp, they taste nothing but chaos and malice "Oh that would be so much fun!"
*bye dude*
“It isn’t, you’re right.” They admit, entering the suite and setting down their documents. Mauric doesn’t seem to take notice of this.
”Okay.” Rio’s entire body glows with green runes, and he slings a vitriolic sphere at them. Make a Dexterity save.
*Back, 1703 character for the essay, pretty decent I'd say.*
He sits down with them, "I assume you've got more important things to tell us and you aren't just disrupting out sleep?" He looks to the documents.
Dex for Brunette:14 Dex for Blonde:16
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'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He slowly rises from the rubbish, his elongated frame unfolding. "I hear you... what have you to fear?"
As soon as he can, he makes his way over to her. "Hey there! Nice to see you again!"
Pod glances over, then puts a tarnished wind-up duck beside him.
He mutters a curse before peaking his head out, he looks like an overly hairy, although not particularly special man. Irish in genes but lived in the Gnarly, he has his sniper over his shoulder.
"Good seein' you too. I didn't know you worked here, I would've come here sooner if I did." She rummages through her side pouch, pulling out some gold.
He slowly turns his head to look at the duck, picking it up with his fixed hand, winding it up, and sending it back with a smile.
Hyacinthe holds his arms to his sides as a gesture of peace, showing that he is unarmed. He slowly approaches. "Nothing to be afraid of, lad."
He gives a quick bow. "I'm on break right now, I just thought I would refill bread sticks and stuff. How are you doing?"
Pod repeats the action, sending the duck walking back. Like a sort of slow-mo game of catch.
*Back, sorry, test.*
He takes a rope he had used to climb up to climb back down. He puts down his hair, which had puffed up slightly from being startled, his voice more calm now "Howdy. Why're you here?"
She returns with a small curtsy "I am doin' wonderfully, bless yer heart. Generous beyond anythin' else aren't ya?"
For a time that is all they do, sending it back and forth before Thane truly turns to them "H-hello."
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'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Death. Something anyone has experienced or come close to experiencing. Thoughts raced through Therens head as he looked up at his masked killer. Therens friends, Phoenix, Leo, Nick, The Tarnished and Helena lay mortally wounded near him. Theren struggles to his knees, looking up at his killer. "Who...are you?"
The man looked at Theren with disgust, removing his mask. Zen glares at Theren. "You made me lose everything, and you don't remember me? I was part of the village you promised to save! The village you promised to bring back our children to! And yet they were all dead aren't they Dotsk!"
Theren spits out a small wad of blood. "We tried, I swear. We...we did our best..."
Zen looks disgusted. "And your 'best' killed my only son and wife. Didn't it." Zen raises his sword. "I'll kill you and your friends, so their family and yours can feel my pain!"
With those words Zen swing the sword downwards, cleaving through Theren's chest. "You fought well Dotsk, but this is your end." he says, putting back on the mask to watch him die.
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Death. Something anyone has experienced or come close to experiencing. Thoughts raced through Therens head as he looked up at his masked killer. Therens friends, Phoenix, Leo, Nick, The Tarnished and Helena lay mortally wounded near him. Theren struggles to his knees, looking up at his killer. "Who...are you?"
The man looked at Theren with disgust, removing his mask. Zen glares at Theren. "You made me lose everything, and you don't remember me? I was part of the village you promised to save! The village you promised to bring back our children to! And yet they were all dead aren't they Dotsk!"
Theren spits out a small wad of blood. "We tried, I swear. We...we did our best..."
Zen looks disgusted. "And your 'best' killed my only son and wife. Didn't it." Zen raises his sword. "I'll kill you and your friends, so their family and yours can feel my pain!"
With those words Zen swing the sword downwards, cleaving through Theren's chest. "You fought well Dotsk, but this is your end." he says, putting back on the mask to watch him die.
*STOP KILLING THEREN*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Traitor is in the woods, trying to track the source of the corruption the Seer unleashed. On an unrelated note, they are also wearing a long orange scarf- the ripped seams in spots indicating she had some difficulty putting it on without cutting it to pieces.
KK sits on the roof of the Inn, sketching symbols on a notepad.
Coterie is sitting in the back of the inn, quietly absorbing surface-level memories from passersby.
Death. Something anyone has experienced or come close to experiencing. Thoughts raced through Therens head as he looked up at his masked killer. Therens friends, Phoenix, Leo, Nick, The Tarnished and Helena lay mortally wounded near him. Theren struggles to his knees, looking up at his killer. "Who...are you?"
The man looked at Theren with disgust, removing his mask. Zen glares at Theren. "You made me lose everything, and you don't remember me? I was part of the village you promised to save! The village you promised to bring back our children to! And yet they were all dead aren't they Dotsk!"
Theren spits out a small wad of blood. "We tried, I swear. We...we did our best..."
Zen looks disgusted. "And your 'best' killed my only son and wife. Didn't it." Zen raises his sword. "I'll kill you and your friends, so their family and yours can feel my pain!"
With those words Zen swing the sword downwards, cleaving through Theren's chest. "You fought well Dotsk, but this is your end." he says, putting back on the mask to watch him die.
*STOP KILLING THEREN*
*Then stop Zen.*
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“Rats are carriers of pestilence and make excellent stock. Also there’s like four princes of rats already. Do your research.*
*IDK man, it's some bs I made for this. Probably Outer planes though.*
"What self respecting demon spends time with research when you could be killing said princes of rats and consuming all they have achieved?"
*I’ll just say Mount Celestia*
Mauric is trying to get some sleep (he hasn’t since they arrived) but can’t. There’s a knock on the door of their room.
Rio stands up, looking angry, his quasits hiding behind his legs. “Alright, y’all can keep this up or we can actually do something instead of arguing like little kids.”
*Sorry dude, I don't usually think far ahead.*
Damian gets up to the door, opening it a crack and peaking through to see who would be here for them "Hello?"
They both begin to lean in opposite directions, using each other as counterweights as to not fall to the ground, wide grins across their faces "But arguing is oh so fun. It's obviously annoying you."
*nah your good*
It’s Vitroze. They’re holding a stack of books and papers. “Hallo my goodsome sir!” They say in their illustrious Shakespearean voice.
“Oh really?” Riotan flicks out his tongue, attempting to taste their thoughts and intents on the air. “Well then how about I annoy you in turn?”
*Sorry, gtg for a test.*
He rubs the bridge of his nose "It's late. Is the yelling or the accent necessary?" He opens the door, letting them inside, though he didn't explain who this is to Mauric before.
Their smiles wrap around their heads, the brunette having normal teeth, the blonde having rows of fangs like a sharp, they taste nothing but chaos and malice "Oh that would be so much fun!"
*bye dude*
“It isn’t, you’re right.” They admit, entering the suite and setting down their documents. Mauric doesn’t seem to take notice of this.
”Okay.” Rio’s entire body glows with green runes, and he slings a vitriolic sphere at them. Make a Dexterity save.
*Back, 1703 character for the essay, pretty decent I'd say.*
He sits down with them, "I assume you've got more important things to tell us and you aren't just disrupting out sleep?" He looks to the documents.
Dex for Brunette:23 Dex for Blonde:23
“Well I need to know your charges and your case so I can set up a defense. That’s all.” Vitroze takes a seat, folding one leg over the other.
Success. They both take half of 36 acid damage.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
“Well I need to know your charges and your case so I can set up a defense. That’s all.” Vitroze takes a seat, folding one leg over the other.
Success. They both take half of 36 acid damage.
"Charges? Possession of a god soul, specifically a minor god of Justice, several accounts of murder, assault, assault with a deadly weapon, battery, theft, piracy, and a few others I think. I used to be a pirate, specifically on the Bloody Barnacle." He says, almost smiling at the memories.
The Brunette seems more hurt by it than their sister, though they both seem mostly fine "Was that all? Not very annoying. More uncreative than anything."
Death. Something anyone has experienced or come close to experiencing. Thoughts raced through Therens head as he looked up at his masked killer. Therens friends, Phoenix, Leo, Nick, The Tarnished and Helena lay mortally wounded near him. Theren struggles to his knees, looking up at his killer. "Who...are you?"
The man looked at Theren with disgust, removing his mask. Zen glares at Theren. "You made me lose everything, and you don't remember me? I was part of the village you promised to save! The village you promised to bring back our children to! And yet they were all dead aren't they Dotsk!"
Theren spits out a small wad of blood. "We tried, I swear. We...we did our best..."
Zen looks disgusted. "And your 'best' killed my only son and wife. Didn't it." Zen raises his sword. "I'll kill you and your friends, so their family and yours can feel my pain!"
With those words Zen swing the sword downwards, cleaving through Theren's chest. "You fought well Dotsk, but this is your end." he says, putting back on the mask to watch him die.
*STOP KILLING THEREN*
*Then stop Zen.*
*good idea*
Suddenly, Zen feels a horrid sensation of searing pain almost like a heart attack. Make a Constitution saving throw.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Death. Something anyone has experienced or come close to experiencing. Thoughts raced through Therens head as he looked up at his masked killer. Therens friends, Phoenix, Leo, Nick, The Tarnished and Helena lay mortally wounded near him. Theren struggles to his knees, looking up at his killer. "Who...are you?"
The man looked at Theren with disgust, removing his mask. Zen glares at Theren. "You made me lose everything, and you don't remember me? I was part of the village you promised to save! The village you promised to bring back our children to! And yet they were all dead aren't they Dotsk!"
Theren spits out a small wad of blood. "We tried, I swear. We...we did our best..."
Zen looks disgusted. "And your 'best' killed my only son and wife. Didn't it." Zen raises his sword. "I'll kill you and your friends, so their family and yours can feel my pain!"
With those words Zen swing the sword downwards, cleaving through Theren's chest. "You fought well Dotsk, but this is your end." he says, putting back on the mask to watch him die.
*STOP KILLING THEREN*
*Then stop Zen.*
*good idea*
Suddenly, Zen feels a horrid sensation of searing pain almost like a heart attack. Make a Constitution saving throw.
*I have those sometimes*
CON: 2
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“Well I need to know your charges and your case so I can set up a defense. That’s all.” Vitroze takes a seat, folding one leg over the other.
Success. They both take half of 36 acid damage.
"Charges? Possession of a god soul, specifically a minor god of Justice, several accounts of murder, assault, assault with a deadly weapon, battery, theft, piracy, and a few others I think. I used to be a pirate, specifically on the Bloody Barnacle." He says, almost smiling at the memories.
The Brunette seems more hurt by it than their sister, though they both seem mostly fine "Was that all? Not very annoying. More uncreative than anything."
“Oooooookay…” Vitroze seems a little worried by this. “And you did do all of that stuff?”
“Yeah, but good luck getting the stains out! Also, bye.” Rio suddenly leaps forward, pouncing on one of the sisters and slamming his fangs into her forehead. Attack: 9 Damage: 58 psychic damage.
*question: can the item be Klei’s left eye?*
“Eh. Just trying to not waste this stuff. Leave it for other people.” She answers, not turning, depositing another shovel’s worth of topsoil.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Course!*
An eyeball is sitting in a black velvet ringbox, having been covered in resin to preserve it.
"Who else would use it?" She raises a brow.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“W… what…?” Klei looks horrified and confused. He stands, slowly walking over.
“Smiths and metalworkers like me!”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"Ah hello there! Welcome my friend! See something that catches your eye?" It jokes.
"Hm.. I suppose ."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Back, 1703 character for the essay, pretty decent I'd say.*
He sits down with them, "I assume you've got more important things to tell us and you aren't just disrupting out sleep?" He looks to the documents.
Dex for Brunette:14 Dex for Blonde:16
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.)
*Oh them both getting the same for a Dex save is the best coincidence I've ever seen.*
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.)
*Back, sorry, test.*
He takes a rope he had used to climb up to climb back down. He puts down his hair, which had puffed up slightly from being startled, his voice more calm now "Howdy. Why're you here?"
She returns with a small curtsy "I am doin' wonderfully, bless yer heart. Generous beyond anythin' else aren't ya?"
For a time that is all they do, sending it back and forth before Thane truly turns to them "H-hello."
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.)
*Time for chaos innit*
Death. Something anyone has experienced or come close to experiencing. Thoughts raced through Therens head as he looked up at his masked killer. Therens friends, Phoenix, Leo, Nick, The Tarnished and Helena lay mortally wounded near him. Theren struggles to his knees, looking up at his killer. "Who...are you?"
The man looked at Theren with disgust, removing his mask. Zen glares at Theren. "You made me lose everything, and you don't remember me? I was part of the village you promised to save! The village you promised to bring back our children to! And yet they were all dead aren't they Dotsk!"
Theren spits out a small wad of blood. "We tried, I swear. We...we did our best..."
Zen looks disgusted. "And your 'best' killed my only son and wife. Didn't it." Zen raises his sword. "I'll kill you and your friends, so their family and yours can feel my pain!"
With those words Zen swing the sword downwards, cleaving through Theren's chest. "You fought well Dotsk, but this is your end." he says, putting back on the mask to watch him die.
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*STOP KILLING THEREN*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Traitor is in the woods, trying to track the source of the corruption the Seer unleashed. On an unrelated note, they are also wearing a long orange scarf- the ripped seams in spots indicating she had some difficulty putting it on without cutting it to pieces.
KK sits on the roof of the Inn, sketching symbols on a notepad.
Coterie is sitting in the back of the inn, quietly absorbing surface-level memories from passersby.
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)
*Then stop Zen.*
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This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Well I need to know your charges and your case so I can set up a defense. That’s all.” Vitroze takes a seat, folding one leg over the other.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"Charges? Possession of a god soul, specifically a minor god of Justice, several accounts of murder, assault, assault with a deadly weapon, battery, theft, piracy, and a few others I think. I used to be a pirate, specifically on the Bloody Barnacle." He says, almost smiling at the memories.
The Brunette seems more hurt by it than their sister, though they both seem mostly fine "Was that all? Not very annoying. More uncreative than anything."
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.)
*good idea*
Suddenly, Zen feels a horrid sensation of searing pain almost like a heart attack. Make a Constitution saving throw.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Oh look, Theren's dead again. Someone should stop Zen huh?*
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.)
*I have those sometimes*
CON: 2
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Not dead but dying. And yeah, that'd be smart*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Akira might want to do that, but he doesn't really know Theren like that soooooo.*
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.'
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“Oooooookay…” Vitroze seems a little worried by this. “And you did do all of that stuff?”
“Yeah, but good luck getting the stains out! Also, bye.” Rio suddenly leaps forward, pouncing on one of the sisters and slamming his fangs into her forehead. Attack: 9 Damage: 58 psychic damage.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*But he does know Zen is in the Bingo Book*
Ye old creator of characters
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This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.