Its breath rasps. "My Farmind hated his God. Said He was too forgiving of mortal sins, while his people were wiped out by said mortals... his children corrupted... his life's work sabotaged. Why did your Goddess save your life?"
"I was trying to help my town from the nobles who wished to make us suffer. They hung me for it.." he runs his throat and chuckles "She said I still had work to do so I agreed to be revived."
It takes a small step forward, its bare foot making a wet sound against the hard floor. "So what do you do now, in trade for life?"
Its breath rasps. "My Farmind hated his God. Said He was too forgiving of mortal sins, while his people were wiped out by said mortals... his children corrupted... his life's work sabotaged. Why did your Goddess save your life?"
"I was trying to help my town from the nobles who wished to make us suffer. They hung me for it.." he runs his throat and chuckles "She said I still had work to do so I agreed to be revived."
It takes a small step forward, its bare foot making a wet sound against the hard floor. "So what do you do now, in trade for life?"
"I help the people who are currently running from anything. Anyone who wishes to stop by, I am willing to help them the best I can."
*back, lost a ton of save data, i am very frustrated*
*Oh dear, what game?*
*ponkérnom*
*Yep time to cry.*
*already did that. wanna rp?*
*Sure!*
Thirteen is frustratedly trying to repair his orrery, as it’s still not working.
Mauric is dusting an empty room at the inn, glad he’s back home and still employed.
Loriche is almost done with Charlie’s new umbrella.
Riotan is eating a few spare eels he’s keeping handy, still watching over Anna protectively.
Vitroze has just come downstairs from their first night at the inn, adjusting their bones carefully and yawning.
Anna is messing with the drawstrings of her hoodie, curled up on the floor.
*Is Vitroze and angel or celestial?*
*a construct, but would almost certainly seem very celestial if the methods of sensing are precise enough to detect planar aura instead of just creature type*
Rio stoops beside her. “…would you prefer to be on a softer surface?”
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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.
It takes a small step forward, its bare foot making a wet sound against the hard floor. "So what do you do now, in trade for life?"
"I help the people who are currently running from anything. Anyone who wishes to stop by, I am willing to help them the best I can."
"..." It takes a second step. "I like that. My Farmind is like that too. He helped anyone who asked, no matter who or what they were or what they wanted."
*back, lost a ton of save data, i am very frustrated*
*Oh dear, what game?*
*ponkérnom*
*Yep time to cry.*
*already did that. wanna rp?*
*Sure!*
Thirteen is frustratedly trying to repair his orrery, as it’s still not working.
Mauric is dusting an empty room at the inn, glad he’s back home and still employed.
Loriche is almost done with Charlie’s new umbrella.
Riotan is eating a few spare eels he’s keeping handy, still watching over Anna protectively.
Vitroze has just come downstairs from their first night at the inn, adjusting their bones carefully and yawning.
Anna is messing with the drawstrings of her hoodie, curled up on the floor.
*Is Vitroze and angel or celestial?*
*a construct, but would almost certainly seem very celestial if the methods of sensing are precise enough to detect planar aura instead of just creature type*
Rio stoops beside her. “…would you prefer to be on a softer surface?”
*Huh. I was gonna be like 'LUCIANO' since he to is a celestial.*
It takes a small step forward, its bare foot making a wet sound against the hard floor. "So what do you do now, in trade for life?"
"I help the people who are currently running from anything. Anyone who wishes to stop by, I am willing to help them the best I can."
"..." It takes a second step. "I like that. My Farmind is like that too. He helped anyone who asked, no matter who or what they were or what they wanted."
Luciano smiles warmly and walks over to the fire. He stoles it once more, putting more logs on to it. "What is your name friend?"
*back, lost a ton of save data, i am very frustrated*
*Oh dear, what game?*
*ponkérnom*
*Yep time to cry.*
*already did that. wanna rp?*
*Sure!*
Thirteen is frustratedly trying to repair his orrery, as it’s still not working.
Mauric is dusting an empty room at the inn, glad he’s back home and still employed.
Loriche is almost done with Charlie’s new umbrella.
Riotan is eating a few spare eels he’s keeping handy, still watching over Anna protectively.
Vitroze has just come downstairs from their first night at the inn, adjusting their bones carefully and yawning.
Anna is messing with the drawstrings of her hoodie, curled up on the floor.
*Is Vitroze and angel or celestial?*
*a construct, but would almost certainly seem very celestial if the methods of sensing are precise enough to detect planar aura instead of just creature type*
Rio stoops beside her. “…would you prefer to be on a softer surface?”
*Huh. I was gonna be like 'LUCIANO' since he to is a celestial.*
"Not really. It helps me think.."
*anything works. basically everything vitroze owns is celestial in origin though, if that means anything*
“Alright. Take your time.” He steps back, giving her as much space as she needs.
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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.
"..." It takes a second step. "I like that. My Farmind is like that too. He helped anyone who asked, no matter who or what they were or what they wanted."
Luciano smiles warmly and walks over to the fire. He stoles it once more, putting more logs on to it. "What is your name friend?"
It speaks for the first time without the telepathy mimicking a second voice. "Hadal." It bows its head, now speaking only telepathically. "I come from beneath the Abyssal Plain, a nightmare from the subconscious of the Evil One. I am a Paracosma."
Noctis continues to explore around, chatting with people and popping around using the shadows.
The Ancient Green Dragon continues to sing within the forest as it shapes and grows from the primal magic of her voice. Soon she finds herself near the forest's edge near the town.
*back, lost a ton of save data, i am very frustrated*
*Oh dear, what game?*
*ponkérnom*
*Yep time to cry.*
*already did that. wanna rp?*
*Sure!*
Thirteen is frustratedly trying to repair his orrery, as it’s still not working.
Mauric is dusting an empty room at the inn, glad he’s back home and still employed.
Loriche is almost done with Charlie’s new umbrella.
Riotan is eating a few spare eels he’s keeping handy, still watching over Anna protectively.
Vitroze has just come downstairs from their first night at the inn, adjusting their bones carefully and yawning.
Anna is messing with the drawstrings of her hoodie, curled up on the floor.
*Is Vitroze and angel or celestial?*
*a construct, but would almost certainly seem very celestial if the methods of sensing are precise enough to detect planar aura instead of just creature type*
Rio stoops beside her. “…would you prefer to be on a softer surface?”
*Huh. I was gonna be like 'LUCIANO' since he to is a celestial.*
"Not really. It helps me think.."
*anything works. basically everything vitroze owns is celestial in origin though, if that means anything*
“Alright. Take your time.” He steps back, giving her as much space as she needs.
*Hmmm*
Scott looks up at Vitroze as he comes down the stairs before turning back to his papers.
She stares at the carpet, as if looking for meaning in it.
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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*already did that. wanna rp?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Sure!*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Thirteen is frustratedly trying to repair his orrery, as it’s still not working.
Mauric is dusting an empty room at the inn, glad he’s back home and still employed.
Loriche is almost done with Charlie’s new umbrella.
Riotan is eating a few spare eels he’s keeping handy, still watching over Anna protectively.
Vitroze has just come downstairs from their first night at the inn, adjusting their bones carefully and yawning.
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 takes a small step forward, its bare foot making a wet sound against the hard floor. "So what do you do now, in trade for life?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Anna is messing with the drawstrings of her hoodie, curled up on the floor.
*Is Vitroze and angel or celestial?*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Doing pretty good, had a nice thanksgiving*
"I help the people who are currently running from anything. Anyone who wishes to stop by, I am willing to help them the best I can."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*I want to write lore but I can't bring myself to do much of anything these days.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Noice! :D*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Motivation is hard to find, you'll get it :)*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*a construct, but would almost certainly seem very celestial if the methods of sensing are precise enough to detect planar aura instead of just creature type*
Rio stoops beside her. “…would you prefer to be on a softer surface?”
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 feel that dude*
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 takes a second step. "I like that. My Farmind is like that too. He helped anyone who asked, no matter who or what they were or what they wanted."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Huh. I was gonna be like 'LUCIANO' since he to is a celestial.*
"Not really. It helps me think.."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Luciano smiles warmly and walks over to the fire. He stoles it once more, putting more logs on to it. "What is your name friend?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*anything works. basically everything vitroze owns is celestial in origin though, if that means anything*
“Alright. Take your time.” He steps back, giving her as much space as she needs.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*How about you? :D*
It speaks for the first time without the telepathy mimicking a second voice. "Hadal." It bows its head, now speaking only telepathically. "I come from beneath the Abyssal Plain, a nightmare from the subconscious of the Evil One. I am a Paracosma."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Noctis continues to explore around, chatting with people and popping around using the shadows.
The Ancient Green Dragon continues to sing within the forest as it shapes and grows from the primal magic of her voice. Soon she finds herself near the forest's edge near the town.
*Hmmm*
Scott looks up at Vitroze as he comes down the stairs before turning back to his papers.
She stares at the carpet, as if looking for meaning in it.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
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