*Hello friends. I am reading "The Song of Achilles" and GOOD GODS ABOVE IT HAS GAYNESS IN IT SO I LOVE IT*
*Also i am working on a character to bring in today :]*
<Current opens are as follows>
Xan is sitting inside, he is picking at the strings of a lyre in the library.
Adder is outside, practicing his training on animated fighting dummies.
*So you're the target audience for those shows with a single token gay that barely gets any character development. Good to know. I'll write that down. (I'm joking. Also, what's the book about?)*
Kettle is back. He's watching from the sidelines.
*A good percentage of my Characters are Gay the other percent are labeled "Other"*
*The book is about Achilles and his bro Patroclus who is Gay beyond belief. Yada yada yada, Patroclus dies trying to save Achilles and Achilles goes on a killing spree cuz he's having a day*
Adder seems to be fighting with the ferocity of a tiger. The dummies have burn marks on them wherever his blade touches.
*Yeah, that sounds like a reasonable reaction.*
Kettle and the clown start working on more dummies as they watch. It looks like these ones are going to put up some fight.
Adder stares at the broken dummies around and wipes his face off with his shirt and takes that off, feeling constricted.
Kettle and the clown help clean up the dummies as the newly made machine stands up and starts stretching and flexing its joints.
Adder is stretching a bit, his muscles are obviously sore.
Kettle seems a bit too eager to comment on this. "Are you okay? Do you need a break?"
"Maybe a bit" he said and chuckled "I tend to push myself"
"Why don't you sit down for a bit? We can talk, and that's basically training!"
"I suppose" he said and sat down, massaging his shoulder "how are you?"
"I'm doing great! I just painted myself in Halloween colors, so now I look all spooky! How are you?"
"hmmmm. Awake as I can be" he said with a chuckle
"I bet you have a lot of cool stories! Can you tell me one?"
"I'm not as interesting as you think I am" he said and chuckled "believe me"
"But surely you've faced some great and terrible threat, right? Something that would make the average man shudder in horror! I mean, why would you be so strong if you didn't have to fight something as strong as you are?"
"I have killed an angel but thats are far as my stories go if i am being honest"
Kettle pulls out a piece of paper and a lump of charcoal. "Ooh! Tell me all about it!"
"you are welcome" he said and chuckled. "tell me, do you know I can't feel love? Its interesting, I can't feel compassion or a sense of needing to besides someone. Only lust"
Emmet smiles (Deception 10) "That must be horrible."
Insight 33
He really feels like frowning.
"Did that strike a nerve with you? All i am doing is telling you the truth because i can tell, deep down inside you, your drawn to me"
"you are welcome" he said and chuckled. "tell me, do you know I can't feel love? Its interesting, I can't feel compassion or a sense of needing to besides someone. Only lust"
Emmet smiles (Deception 10) "That must be horrible."
Insight 33
He really feels like frowning.
"Did that strike a nerve with you? All i am doing is telling you the truth because i can tell, deep down inside you, your drawn to me"
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"you are welcome" he said and chuckled. "tell me, do you know I can't feel love? Its interesting, I can't feel compassion or a sense of needing to besides someone. Only lust"
Emmet smiles (Deception 10) "That must be horrible."
Insight 33
He really feels like frowning.
"Did that strike a nerve with you? All i am doing is telling you the truth because i can tell, deep down inside you, your drawn to me"
"you are welcome" he said and chuckled. "tell me, do you know I can't feel love? Its interesting, I can't feel compassion or a sense of needing to besides someone. Only lust"
Emmet smiles (Deception 10) "That must be horrible."
Insight 33
He really feels like frowning.
"Did that strike a nerve with you? All i am doing is telling you the truth because i can tell, deep down inside you, your drawn to me"
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"you are welcome" he said and chuckled. "tell me, do you know I can't feel love? Its interesting, I can't feel compassion or a sense of needing to besides someone. Only lust"
Emmet smiles (Deception 10) "That must be horrible."
Insight 33
He really feels like frowning.
"Did that strike a nerve with you? All i am doing is telling you the truth because i can tell, deep down inside you, your drawn to me"
Emmet grimaces. "..."
"Was i correct?" he askes
"Bingo."
Xan chuckles "Tell me. What do you desire in a person. Are they strong, handsome?" he askes
The sound of horse hooves is sounded against cobblestone as a man rode up to the tavern on a brown and amber horse with long black hair. The man led the horse up to a stable and set it there, patting its head gently. The horse had a saddle pack made of thick dark brown leather and bronze clasps. Tied to the Saddle pack was polished yew shortbow and a steel glaive.
The man stood about 5'7 with a fairly toned muscular body. He was a bit older as it looked like, around 30-35. His features were soft and delicate. He had amber-colored skin and dark, chocolate-brown hair that was slightly curly but cut short enough it only fell in his eyes a bit. His cheeks were dusted with small dark-amber freckles that looked almost in the way of constellations. His eyes were a majestic violet color with silver flecks. He wore a red tunic, a woven leather belt with a silver clasp, simple sandals made of birch and leather, and two black metal bracers. On his hip was a short sword in a dark leather sheath.
He peered around for a moment, watching everything around him as he grinned a bit to himself. He wandered inside and promptly sat down at a table near a window and stared outside.
The sound of horse hooves is sounded against cobblestone as a man rode up to the tavern on a brown and amber horse with long black hair. The man led the horse up to a stable and set it there, patting its head gently. The horse had a saddle pack made of thick dark brown leather and bronze clasps. Tied to the Saddle pack was polished yew shortbow and a steel glaive.
The man stood about 5'7 with a fairly toned muscular body. He was a bit older as it looked like, around 30-35. His features were soft and delicate. He had amber-colored skin and dark, chocolate-brown hair that was slightly curly but cut short enough it only fell in his eyes a bit. His cheeks were dusted with small dark-amber freckles that looked almost in the way of constellations. His eyes were a majestic violet color with silver flecks. He wore a red tunic, a woven leather belt with a silver clasp, simple sandals made of birch and leather, and two black metal bracers. On his hip was a short sword in a dark leather sheath.
He peered around for a moment, watching everything around him as he grinned a bit to himself. He wandered inside and promptly sat down at a table near a window and stared outside.
*For some reason, this character reminds me of my first-ever dnd character. He was an absolutely abominable individual. He was awesome, though.*
The sound of horse hooves is sounded against cobblestone as a man rode up to the tavern on a brown and amber horse with long black hair. The man led the horse up to a stable and set it there, patting its head gently. The horse had a saddle pack made of thick dark brown leather and bronze clasps. Tied to the Saddle pack was polished yew shortbow and a steel glaive.
The man stood about 5'7 with a fairly toned muscular body. He was a bit older as it looked like, around 30-35. His features were soft and delicate. He had amber-colored skin and dark, chocolate-brown hair that was slightly curly but cut short enough it only fell in his eyes a bit. His cheeks were dusted with small dark-amber freckles that looked almost in the way of constellations. His eyes were a majestic violet color with silver flecks. He wore a red tunic, a woven leather belt with a silver clasp, simple sandals made of birch and leather, and two black metal bracers. On his hip was a short sword in a dark leather sheath.
He peered around for a moment, watching everything around him as he grinned a bit to himself. He wandered inside and promptly sat down at a table near a window and stared outside.
*For some reason, this character reminds me of my first-ever dnd character. He was an absolutely abominable individual. He was awesome, though.*
*This is actually a character i remade. He is based off of so many greek gods and stories lol*
A massive, smog-belching, oil-dripping trawler/U-boat hybrid comes ashore at the nearby docks. The Fleisher is written on the hull. A man steps off of it.
He has pale skin and a yellow bowl cut that partially covers his dull eyes. He wears a yellow tie with three red eyes on it, a long, leather apron, a dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves, work boots, and work gloves. On his hip is some sort of heavily modified flintlock pistol.
Beside him is a broken-down-looking, two-headed, mechanical gnoll. Its glowing red eyes shine through broken lenses.
The man walks toward the inn. Doesn't stride, doesn't run, just walks.
A massive, smog-belching, oil-dripping trawler/U-boat hybrid comes ashore at the nearby docks. The Fleisher is written on the hull. A man steps off of it.
He has pale skin and a yellow bowl cut that partially covers his dull eyes. He wears a yellow tie with three red eyes on it, a long, leather apron, a dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves, work boots, and work gloves. On his hip is some sort of heavily modified flintlock pistol.
Beside him is a broken-down-looking, two-headed, mechanical gnoll. Its glowing red eyes shine through broken lenses.
The man walks toward the inn. Doesn't stride, doesn't run, just walks.
The warrior (From above) looks out the window at them and tilts his head
A massive, smog-belching, oil-dripping trawler/U-boat hybrid comes ashore at the nearby docks. The Fleisher is written on the hull. A man steps off of it.
He has pale skin and a yellow bowl cut that partially covers his dull eyes. He wears a yellow tie with three red eyes on it, a long, leather apron, a dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves, work boots, and work gloves. On his hip is some sort of heavily modified flintlock pistol.
Beside him is a broken-down-looking, two-headed, mechanical gnoll. Its glowing red eyes shine through broken lenses.
The man walks toward the inn. Doesn't stride, doesn't run, just walks.
The warrior (From above) looks out the window at them and tilts his head
The man and the machine enter the inn. The man pins a note to the job board, which states that "Grouper Corp" will be building a meat cannery in the area, and that jobs will be given out with no requirements as long as you can show up on time.
It also mentions that anyone who stands in the way of the construction will be escorted to the afterlife promptly.
A massive, smog-belching, oil-dripping trawler/U-boat hybrid comes ashore at the nearby docks. The Fleisher is written on the hull. A man steps off of it.
He has pale skin and a yellow bowl cut that partially covers his dull eyes. He wears a yellow tie with three red eyes on it, a long, leather apron, a dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves, work boots, and work gloves. On his hip is some sort of heavily modified flintlock pistol.
Beside him is a broken-down-looking, two-headed, mechanical gnoll. Its glowing red eyes shine through broken lenses.
The man walks toward the inn. Doesn't stride, doesn't run, just walks.
The warrior (From above) looks out the window at them and tilts his head
The man and the machine enter the inn. The man pins a note to the job board, which states that "Grouper Corp" will be building a meat cannery in the area, and that jobs will be given out with no requirements as long as you can show up on time.
It also mentions that anyone who stands in the way of the construction will be escorted to the afterlife promptly.
Paladis (Thats his name) walks over and tilts his head. Suddenly he cracks his neck to the side. Two pairs of crimson-red wings unfolded from under the tunic and he stretched.
"you are welcome" he said and chuckled. "tell me, do you know I can't feel love? Its interesting, I can't feel compassion or a sense of needing to besides someone. Only lust"
Emmet smiles (Deception 10) "That must be horrible."
Insight 33
He really feels like frowning.
"Did that strike a nerve with you? All i am doing is telling you the truth because i can tell, deep down inside you, your drawn to me"
Emmet grimaces. "..."
"Was i correct?" he askes
"Bingo."
Xan chuckles "Tell me. What do you desire in a person. Are they strong, handsome?" he askes
Emmet takes a seat and motions for Xan to do the same. "Sure."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
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"Why?" he asked and narrowed his eyes
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
"Did that strike a nerve with you? All i am doing is telling you the truth because i can tell, deep down inside you, your drawn to me"
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
Emmet grimaces. "..."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Was i correct?" he askes
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
"Because I'm a storyteller, silly!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Still. i feel weird discussing 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
"Bingo."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Xan chuckles "Tell me. What do you desire in a person. Are they strong, handsome?" he askes
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 could give you another story instead. You could be known throughout history!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Im fine" he said "I live i die, thats 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
The mechanical kobold smiles wickedly. "That's... good, actually."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The sound of horse hooves is sounded against cobblestone as a man rode up to the tavern on a brown and amber horse with long black hair. The man led the horse up to a stable and set it there, patting its head gently. The horse had a saddle pack made of thick dark brown leather and bronze clasps. Tied to the Saddle pack was polished yew shortbow and a steel glaive.
The man stood about 5'7 with a fairly toned muscular body. He was a bit older as it looked like, around 30-35. His features were soft and delicate. He had amber-colored skin and dark, chocolate-brown hair that was slightly curly but cut short enough it only fell in his eyes a bit. His cheeks were dusted with small dark-amber freckles that looked almost in the way of constellations. His eyes were a majestic violet color with silver flecks. He wore a red tunic, a woven leather belt with a silver clasp, simple sandals made of birch and leather, and two black metal bracers. On his hip was a short sword in a dark leather sheath.
He peered around for a moment, watching everything around him as he grinned a bit to himself. He wandered inside and promptly sat down at a table near a window and stared outside.
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 suppose" he said and shrugged
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
*For some reason, this character reminds me of my first-ever dnd character. He was an absolutely abominable individual. He was awesome, though.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*This is actually a character i remade. He is based off of so many greek gods and stories lol*
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
*Here he is.*
A massive, smog-belching, oil-dripping trawler/U-boat hybrid comes ashore at the nearby docks. The Fleisher is written on the hull. A man steps off of it.
He has pale skin and a yellow bowl cut that partially covers his dull eyes. He wears a yellow tie with three red eyes on it, a long, leather apron, a dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves, work boots, and work gloves. On his hip is some sort of heavily modified flintlock pistol.
Beside him is a broken-down-looking, two-headed, mechanical gnoll. Its glowing red eyes shine through broken lenses.
The man walks toward the inn. Doesn't stride, doesn't run, just walks.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The warrior (From above) looks out the window at them and tilts his head
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
The man and the machine enter the inn. The man pins a note to the job board, which states that "Grouper Corp" will be building a meat cannery in the area, and that jobs will be given out with no requirements as long as you can show up on time.
It also mentions that anyone who stands in the way of the construction will be escorted to the afterlife promptly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Paladis (Thats his name) walks over and tilts his head. Suddenly he cracks his neck to the side. Two pairs of crimson-red wings unfolded from under the tunic and he stretched.
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
Emmet takes a seat and motions for Xan to do the same. "Sure."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.