"Very sure, absolutely not, and yes you are. I'm not sure about missing memories, but you're the only person I've seen pull up pillars of rock like a demigod of myth."
"Huh." He rubs his chin, still holding on with one hand, "And here I thought this was nothing special. For some reason, the word demigod seems familiar. Hmmm."
She pauses for a second, thinking about something. "Maybe you are a demigod- or at very least, something close. I mean, that's the only theory I can think of- but I wouldn't recommend charging head-first into danger to test that theory."
"Do you want to think about this on the ground?" He says, sticking his sword into the pillar "I could get us down there if you want."
"Yes, thank you." She responds, still trying not to look down.
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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)
"It's not actually the sugar that rots your teeth, it's the corrosive waste of the bacteria that live in your mouth and eat the sugar. It doesn't really matter how much sugar you eat so long as you work hard enough at hygiene. You will have to work harder the more sugar you eat though, but you probably already knew that." He places a silver piece on the counter, then takes it and puts it in the register. He draws a knife from his coat and slices into the block of jellied heart, letting one slab thump wetly onto a paper plate. "Try some first."
She takes the slab, picking it up with two clawed fingers, the claws sticking into the jellied slab, her jaw unhinging as she puts it all in her mouth at once, her fangs tearing into it as she takes a moment to consume the jellied heart. Once finished, her eyes shine with enjoyment, hypnotized by the taste.
"Wonderful, isn't it? I start with the simple stuff first. Ever had a Diabolical Aspic? A candied Choldrith? Jellied brains? Wait, scratch that last one. A woman of your taste must have had jellied brains in the past, yes?" He chuckles. "Did you know that I helped my country's military develop a chocolate bar with all the calories, nutrients, and minerals you need for a whole day? I was excited, but they said it tasted too good and needed to be dumbed down to 'slightly worse than a boiled potato' so soldiers didn't just chow down on them as soon as they got their hands on the bars. I still sell the original recipe, though. I've saved the time of many a picky eater with those."
She listens intently "Oh of course I've tried Jellied brains, but that was during a travel, never got the chance to find another place that provided them. That sounds wonderful, a man of the people you are, providing what people need in the tastiest form you can think of. Making that must take some time and effort, an' you're willin' to waste all of it fer some people, good ta hear."
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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.'
"Very sure, absolutely not, and yes you are. I'm not sure about missing memories, but you're the only person I've seen pull up pillars of rock like a demigod of myth."
"Huh." He rubs his chin, still holding on with one hand, "And here I thought this was nothing special. For some reason, the word demigod seems familiar. Hmmm."
She pauses for a second, thinking about something. "Maybe you are a demigod- or at very least, something close. I mean, that's the only theory I can think of- but I wouldn't recommend charging head-first into danger to test that theory."
"Do you want to think about this on the ground?" He says, sticking his sword into the pillar "I could get us down there if you want."
"Yes, thank you." She responds, still trying not to look down.
He wraps his arm around her "Welp, down we go. Best you close your eyes." He then, kicks them both of the pillar into free fall, using the sword to slow their descent, over and over until they've reached the ground, taking a bit of time.
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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.'
The front door is slightly ajar, and she can hear a gnoll giggling within, along with the clatter of hard candy and the clink of coins.
She walks inside, looking around at the inside of the store with a sense of childlike curiosity.
There are treats of all sorts, not just candies. Everything here has a high sugar content, but a lot of it is also nutritious, such as preserved fruit, vegetables, and meats. "Wonders of imagination, aren't they? Sugar is a building block of life, you know. Everything runs on it. Animals, people, plants... Oh yes, plants too! They turn energy from the sun into sugar, and that's where we get most of our supply from."
"Very sure, absolutely not, and yes you are. I'm not sure about missing memories, but you're the only person I've seen pull up pillars of rock like a demigod of myth."
"Huh." He rubs his chin, still holding on with one hand, "And here I thought this was nothing special. For some reason, the word demigod seems familiar. Hmmm."
She pauses for a second, thinking about something. "Maybe you are a demigod- or at very least, something close. I mean, that's the only theory I can think of- but I wouldn't recommend charging head-first into danger to test that theory."
"Do you want to think about this on the ground?" He says, sticking his sword into the pillar "I could get us down there if you want."
"Yes, thank you." She responds, still trying not to look down.
He wraps his arm around her "Welp, down we go. Best you close your eyes." He then, kicks them both of the pillar into free fall, using the sword to slow their descent, over and over until they've reached the ground, taking a bit of time.
When they reach the ground, KK takes a moment to breathe, shaking slightly.
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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)
The front door is slightly ajar, and she can hear a gnoll giggling within, along with the clatter of hard candy and the clink of coins.
She walks inside, looking around at the inside of the store with a sense of childlike curiosity.
There are treats of all sorts, not just candies. Everything here has a high sugar content, but a lot of it is also nutritious, such as preserved fruit, vegetables, and meats. "Wonders of imagination, aren't they? Sugar is a building block of life, you know. Everything runs on it. Animals, people, plants... Oh yes, plants too! They turn energy from the sun into sugar, and that's where we get most of our supply from."
Her eyes widen in awe as she takes it all in. "Wow... yeah, it's all incredible! I- wait, where...?" Her sentence trails off as she looks for where the voice came from.
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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)
"Very sure, absolutely not, and yes you are. I'm not sure about missing memories, but you're the only person I've seen pull up pillars of rock like a demigod of myth."
"Huh." He rubs his chin, still holding on with one hand, "And here I thought this was nothing special. For some reason, the word demigod seems familiar. Hmmm."
She pauses for a second, thinking about something. "Maybe you are a demigod- or at very least, something close. I mean, that's the only theory I can think of- but I wouldn't recommend charging head-first into danger to test that theory."
"Do you want to think about this on the ground?" He says, sticking his sword into the pillar "I could get us down there if you want."
"Yes, thank you." She responds, still trying not to look down.
He wraps his arm around her "Welp, down we go. Best you close your eyes." He then, kicks them both of the pillar into free fall, using the sword to slow their descent, over and over until they've reached the ground, taking a bit of time.
When they reach the ground, KK takes a moment to breathe, shaking slightly.
He smiles at them, excited by the fall "I should do that again without the sword, that would be incredible." He takes a deep breath "But not right now."
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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.'
"Wonderful, isn't it? I start with the simple stuff first. Ever had a Diabolical Aspic? A candied Choldrith? Jellied brains? Wait, scratch that last one. A woman of your taste must have had jellied brains in the past, yes?" He chuckles. "Did you know that I helped my country's military develop a chocolate bar with all the calories, nutrients, and minerals you need for a whole day? I was excited, but they said it tasted too good and needed to be dumbed down to 'slightly worse than a boiled potato' so soldiers didn't just chow down on them as soon as they got their hands on the bars. I still sell the original recipe, though. I've saved the time of many a picky eater with those."
She listens intently "Oh of course I've tried Jellied brains, but that was during a travel, never got the chance to find another place that provided them. That sounds wonderful, a man of the people you are, providing what people need in the tastiest form you can think of. Making that must take some time and effort, an' you're willin' to waste all of it fer some people, good ta hear."
He shakes his head, grinning. "Sugar is one of the most addictive substances known to man. I've tested it; it's worse than nicotine. But it's as important as water, now, isn't it? Everybody has room for dessert. It fills me with joy to know that I wield such a grim power without cruelty. A lesser man would use it to control and abuse anyone they could. I once was run out of town by a chocolate cartel that did just that. Oh, chocolate is far more addictive than plain sugar, by the way. Releases pleasure directly into your brain. Nasty stuff, you wanna buy some?"
He chuckles "I'm always hungry. If I get a chance to eat, I will." He says, tapping his gloved hand against the wood of the bar.
"I know..." She leans on him, staring at the ground.
"People getting hurt." He shrugs.
His leg bounces absentmindedly as he finishes the bottle, corking up the top. "I should head out, prepare for the killing."
He continues to hold her "Take all the time you need, I'll be right here for you."
"No ones going to get hurt, only UMAs and UMAs aren't people."
The Herald nods and shifts into a different form. A young man, about twenty-three with light, sandy blonde hair, fair tanned skin, and light stubble. His hood turns into black leather jacket with a white tanktop underneath. He runs a hand without gloves through the hair, chuckling "I'll lure them out." He says.
She nods and hugs him again "Thank you."
"Hm, still..."
He takes the pistol the Herald gave them, nodding and heading towards a suitable stop, lightly changing his outfit to look inconspicuous enough for them to not judge at first glance before heading to the spot and waiting.
"It's the least I could do for you, you're my everything." He says, "I wouldn't dare to be a bad boyfriend."
He sighs, his arms lowering in disappointment "Fine, I won't"
After a moment or two of getting ready. Two men walk into the tavern. One with brown hair and one with blonde. The Herald knocks back a glass of whiskey and stands up. He walks over, clearly trying to seduce them. He nips at their necks and laughs at their stories before leading them outside. They paw at him, following him out. They don't seem to notice the glint of his dagger on his hip.
"Wonderful, isn't it? I start with the simple stuff first. Ever had a Diabolical Aspic? A candied Choldrith? Jellied brains? Wait, scratch that last one. A woman of your taste must have had jellied brains in the past, yes?" He chuckles. "Did you know that I helped my country's military develop a chocolate bar with all the calories, nutrients, and minerals you need for a whole day? I was excited, but they said it tasted too good and needed to be dumbed down to 'slightly worse than a boiled potato' so soldiers didn't just chow down on them as soon as they got their hands on the bars. I still sell the original recipe, though. I've saved the time of many a picky eater with those."
She listens intently "Oh of course I've tried Jellied brains, but that was during a travel, never got the chance to find another place that provided them. That sounds wonderful, a man of the people you are, providing what people need in the tastiest form you can think of. Making that must take some time and effort, an' you're willin' to waste all of it fer some people, good ta hear."
He shakes his head, grinning. "Sugar is one of the most addictive substances known to man. I've tested it; it's worse than nicotine. But it's as important as water, now, isn't it? Everybody has room for dessert. It fills me with joy to know that I wield such a grim power without cruelty. A lesser man would use it to control and abuse anyone they could. I once was run out of town by a chocolate cartel that did just that. Oh, chocolate is far more addictive than plain sugar, by the way. Releases pleasure directly into your brain. Nasty stuff, you wanna buy some?"
She takes the time to think about it, before her face spreads into a big wide smile as she takes out some coins "Well it won't hurt just to buy a little." She cackles, putting the silver on the counter "Just something for a rainy day, nothing particularly special, if that's all fine with ya that is." She says, smiling.
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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.'
After a moment or two of getting ready. Two men walk into the tavern. One with brown hair and one with blonde. The Herald knocks back a glass of whiskey and stands up. He walks over, clearly trying to seduce them. He nips at their necks and laughs at their stories before leading them outside. They paw at him, following him out. They don't seem to notice the glint of his dagger on his hip.
She smiles and kisses him "I love you.."
"Thank you." He huffs and smiles.
Grimes waits for the signal, and the moment he gets one, there are two bullets in the blond's head, four in the chest, and two more for each leg, before he hops into the shadows, lining up his shots on the brown haired one, taking out his legs, calves and Achilles before double tapping his head too.
He looks down to her with nothing but love "I love you too."
He smiles back at them "Does sparring count?"
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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.'
There are treats of all sorts, not just candies. Everything here has a high sugar content, but a lot of it is also nutritious, such as preserved fruit, vegetables, and meats. "Wonders of imagination, aren't they? Sugar is a building block of life, you know. Everything runs on it. Animals, people, plants... Oh yes, plants too! They turn energy from the sun into sugar, and that's where we get most of our supply from."
Her eyes widen in awe as she takes it all in. "Wow... yeah, it's all incredible! I- wait, where...?" Her sentence trails off as she looks for where the voice came from.
She sees him: the massive, white-and-pastel gnoll who just walked in from the back, holding a big box of various sweetmeats. He has perfect teeth, posture, and pristine clothing. Not normal. "Sorry if I startled you. I just get so excited when I see someone get that look... a kid in a candy shop, you could say. All I ever wanted, and I can see it in your face." He does not comment on her unusual form.
After a moment or two of getting ready. Two men walk into the tavern. One with brown hair and one with blonde. The Herald knocks back a glass of whiskey and stands up. He walks over, clearly trying to seduce them. He nips at their necks and laughs at their stories before leading them outside. They paw at him, following him out. They don't seem to notice the glint of his dagger on his hip.
She smiles and kisses him "I love you.."
"Thank you." He huffs and smiles.
Grimes waits for the signal, and the moment he gets one, there are two bullets in the blond's head, four in the chest, and two more for each leg, before he hops into the shadows, lining up his shots on the brown haired one, taking out his legs, calves and Achilles before double tapping his head too.
He looks down to her with nothing but love "I love you too."
He smiles back at them "Does sparring count?"
The Herald watches this, pulling out his dagger and delivering a few stabs to the brunettes chest. He rips the blade clean and kicks aside the blonde. He inhales and exhales, tilting his head from side to side as he watches them writhe and die.
She stands up and sighs, running a hand through her hair "Want to go inside?"
".. how bad do you normally get when sparring." He asks.
He shakes his head, grinning. "Sugar is one of the most addictive substances known to man. I've tested it; it's worse than nicotine. But it's as important as water, now, isn't it? Everybody has room for dessert. It fills me with joy to know that I wield such a grim power without cruelty. A lesser man would use it to control and abuse anyone they could. I once was run out of town by a chocolate cartel that did just that. Oh, chocolate is far more addictive than plain sugar, by the way. Releases pleasure directly into your brain. Nasty stuff, you wanna buy some?"
She takes the time to think about it, before her face spreads into a big wide smile as she takes out some coins "Well it won't hurt just to buy a little." She cackles, putting the silver on the counter "Just something for a rainy day, nothing particularly special, if that's all fine with ya that is." She says, smiling.
He stands up to his full height, about 8' 6". "Oh, anything can be special if you put heart into it." He giggles in that way hyenas do as he moves around the shop, picking out candies to put into a bag. "But I'll stick with the basics. You've got to learn your fundamentals before you go for the big ticket. You never know what you might like or dislike."
He places the bag onto the counter. Dark chocolates, American sour chocolates, milk chocolates, white chocolates, chocolates with nuts, fruits, even bacon. "That should be good for, as you put it, a rainy day." He takes two silver and places 7 coppers on the counter.
The Herald watches this, pulling out his dagger and delivering a few stabs to the brunettes chest. He rips the blade clean and kicks aside the blonde. He inhales and exhales, tilting his head from side to side as he watches them writhe and die.
She stands up and sighs, running a hand through her hair "Want to go inside?"
".. how bad do you normally get when sparring." He asks.
He steps out from the shadows, kicking their corpses the same "Got what ya deserved." He empties the clip, taking out each of the remaining bullets, putting them in his palm.
He smiles at them "If you want to, I'll certainly come with you." He says, finally letting go of them.
"Depends on the opponent, Samaritan cause permanent nerve damage I'm pretty sure, but he's got fire powers and stuff."
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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.'
The Herald watches this, pulling out his dagger and delivering a few stabs to the brunettes chest. He rips the blade clean and kicks aside the blonde. He inhales and exhales, tilting his head from side to side as he watches them writhe and die.
She stands up and sighs, running a hand through her hair "Want to go inside?"
".. how bad do you normally get when sparring." He asks.
He steps out from the shadows, kicking their corpses the same "Got what ya deserved." He empties the clip, taking out each of the remaining bullets, putting them in his palm.
He smiles at them "If you want to, I'll certainly come with you." He says, finally letting go of them.
"Depends on the opponent, Samaritan cause permanent nerve damage I'm pretty sure, but he's got fire powers and stuff."
He nods and wipes blood from his face. He moves them over to the shadows where they sink into the it. "I'll eat those later when I'm hungry." He says, stretching.
She smiles and walks back to the tavern.
"Huh, a demon or devil?"
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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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"Yes, thank you." She responds, still trying not to look down.
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 listens intently "Oh of course I've tried Jellied brains, but that was during a travel, never got the chance to find another place that provided them. That sounds wonderful, a man of the people you are, providing what people need in the tastiest form you can think of. Making that must take some time and effort, an' you're willin' to waste all of it fer some people, good ta hear."
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.)
He wraps his arm around her "Welp, down we go. Best you close your eyes." He then, kicks them both of the pillar into free fall, using the sword to slow their descent, over and over until they've reached the ground, taking a bit of time.
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.)
There are treats of all sorts, not just candies. Everything here has a high sugar content, but a lot of it is also nutritious, such as preserved fruit, vegetables, and meats. "Wonders of imagination, aren't they? Sugar is a building block of life, you know. Everything runs on it. Animals, people, plants... Oh yes, plants too! They turn energy from the sun into sugar, and that's where we get most of our supply from."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
When they reach the ground, KK takes a moment to breathe, shaking 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)
Her eyes widen in awe as she takes it all in. "Wow... yeah, it's all incredible! I- wait, where...?" Her sentence trails off as she looks for where the voice came from.
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)
He smiles at them, excited by the fall "I should do that again without the sword, that would be incredible." He takes a deep breath "But not right now."
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.)
He shakes his head, grinning. "Sugar is one of the most addictive substances known to man. I've tested it; it's worse than nicotine. But it's as important as water, now, isn't it? Everybody has room for dessert. It fills me with joy to know that I wield such a grim power without cruelty. A lesser man would use it to control and abuse anyone they could. I once was run out of town by a chocolate cartel that did just that. Oh, chocolate is far more addictive than plain sugar, by the way. Releases pleasure directly into your brain. Nasty stuff, you wanna buy some?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for KK and Geralt*
She smiles back, still trembling a little bit. "Yeah, maybe not right now."
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)
After a moment or two of getting ready. Two men walk into the tavern. One with brown hair and one with blonde. The Herald knocks back a glass of whiskey and stands up. He walks over, clearly trying to seduce them. He nips at their necks and laughs at their stories before leading them outside. They paw at him, following him out. They don't seem to notice the glint of his dagger on his hip.
She smiles and kisses him "I love you.."
"Thank you." He huffs and smiles.
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
She takes the time to think about it, before her face spreads into a big wide smile as she takes out some coins "Well it won't hurt just to buy a little." She cackles, putting the silver on the counter "Just something for a rainy day, nothing particularly special, if that's all fine with ya that is." She says, smiling.
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.)
"So, maybe I am a demigod, but that leaves everything else unanswered."
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.)
"What's everything else?" She asks.
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)
Grimes waits for the signal, and the moment he gets one, there are two bullets in the blond's head, four in the chest, and two more for each leg, before he hops into the shadows, lining up his shots on the brown haired one, taking out his legs, calves and Achilles before double tapping his head too.
He looks down to her with nothing but love "I love you too."
He smiles back at them "Does sparring count?"
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.)
She sees him: the massive, white-and-pastel gnoll who just walked in from the back, holding a big box of various sweetmeats. He has perfect teeth, posture, and pristine clothing. Not normal. "Sorry if I startled you. I just get so excited when I see someone get that look... a kid in a candy shop, you could say. All I ever wanted, and I can see it in your face." He does not comment on her unusual form.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"How I got this sword, why its permanently attached to me, why I seemingly know how to use it so well, everything that's missing."
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.)
The Herald watches this, pulling out his dagger and delivering a few stabs to the brunettes chest. He rips the blade clean and kicks aside the blonde. He inhales and exhales, tilting his head from side to side as he watches them writhe and die.
She stands up and sighs, running a hand through her hair "Want to go inside?"
".. how bad do you normally get when sparring." He asks.
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
He stands up to his full height, about 8' 6". "Oh, anything can be special if you put heart into it." He giggles in that way hyenas do as he moves around the shop, picking out candies to put into a bag. "But I'll stick with the basics. You've got to learn your fundamentals before you go for the big ticket. You never know what you might like or dislike."
He places the bag onto the counter. Dark chocolates, American sour chocolates, milk chocolates, white chocolates, chocolates with nuts, fruits, even bacon. "That should be good for, as you put it, a rainy day." He takes two silver and places 7 coppers on the counter.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He steps out from the shadows, kicking their corpses the same "Got what ya deserved." He empties the clip, taking out each of the remaining bullets, putting them in his palm.
He smiles at them "If you want to, I'll certainly come with you." He says, finally letting go of them.
"Depends on the opponent, Samaritan cause permanent nerve damage I'm pretty sure, but he's got fire powers and stuff."
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.)
He nods and wipes blood from his face. He moves them over to the shadows where they sink into the it. "I'll eat those later when I'm hungry." He says, stretching.
She smiles and walks back to the tavern.
"Huh, a demon or devil?"
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