They are unable to dodge in time as the ball implodes. Radiant energy (71 damage) fills the room, slightly scorching Stroth but doing more damage to the changing. (Save for Stroth: 24 Save for Arthur: 29 )
The Herald refuses to let him stand, holding on to him possesivly "Yes, we are. The Circle of Greed."
They hold up their arms, and most of the skin, muscle, and bones are immediately scorched off from the blast, they run into the maze, cackling madly "FOLLOW ME IF YOU WANT TO FIND THANE!!!"
Grimes looks around, slowly beginning to understand the situation "Wait, if we're in the Circle of Greed..." He looks frantically around "Are they here? Are the others here?"
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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.'
They are unable to dodge in time as the ball implodes. Radiant energy (71 damage) fills the room, slightly scorching Stroth but doing more damage to the changing. (Save for Stroth: 24 Save for Arthur: 29 )
The Herald refuses to let him stand, holding on to him possesivly "Yes, we are. The Circle of Greed."
They hold up their arms, and most of the skin, muscle, and bones are immediately scorched off from the blast, they run into the maze, cackling madly "FOLLOW ME IF YOU WANT TO FIND THANE!!!"
Grimes looks around, slowly beginning to understand the situation "Wait, if we're in the Circle of Greed..." He looks frantically around "Are they here? Are the others here?"
Stroth follows after them, snarling.
Arthur, more cautious, stays behind. He follows the walls with one hand, keeping to the right.
He nods "The demonic-looking woman with blonde hair and the cowboy with metal arms are looking for them. I do not care about their lives, you are all that matters in this situation."
He can tell that it isn't poison, that's completely for certain. Damian seems to be drinking one himself.
*IDK how to say this without sounding rude- so just assume my tone as calm. just pointing out, but they use they/them or she/her pronouns*
"Hmm" they quickly chug down the drink
*for con: 3
*Didn't know that, my fault.*
They immediately go into unconsciousness, when they wake up, they are still in the Inn, in one of the booths, and they don't have a hangover, Damian stands there, enjoying some lunch.
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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.'
He can tell that it isn't poison, that's completely for certain. Damian seems to be drinking one himself.
*IDK how to say this without sounding rude- so just assume my tone as calm. just pointing out, but they use they/them or she/her pronouns*
"Hmm" they quickly chug down the drink
*for con: 3
*Didn't know that, my fault.*
They immediately go into unconsciousness, when they wake up, they are still in the Inn, in one of the booths, and they don't have a hangover, Damian stands there, enjoying some lunch.
*s'okay*
"What?- ughh... did I blackout drunk? no... I'm don't hav- nevermind..."
They are unable to dodge in time as the ball implodes. Radiant energy (71 damage) fills the room, slightly scorching Stroth but doing more damage to the changing. (Save for Stroth: 24 Save for Arthur: 29 )
The Herald refuses to let him stand, holding on to him possesivly "Yes, we are. The Circle of Greed."
They hold up their arms, and most of the skin, muscle, and bones are immediately scorched off from the blast, they run into the maze, cackling madly "FOLLOW ME IF YOU WANT TO FIND THANE!!!"
Grimes looks around, slowly beginning to understand the situation "Wait, if we're in the Circle of Greed..." He looks frantically around "Are they here? Are the others here?"
Stroth follows after them, snarling.
Arthur, more cautious, stays behind. He follows the walls with one hand, keeping to the right.
He nods "The demonic-looking woman with blonde hair and the cowboy with metal arms are looking for them. I do not care about their lives, you are all that matters in this situation."
Arthur finds himself on the other half of the maze after a few minutes, standing in what appears to be some kind of combat room. On the other side of the room sits Thane, broken and bloody, he seems to be attached to some kind of puppet strings that go into the ceiling.
Stroth continues to follow, but he isn't leading them anywhere, like the maze itself is changing to keep them both inside.
They cling to the Herald, the pain finally fully fading from their body, though not from their memory "What happened? How did I get here?"
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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.'
He can tell that it isn't poison, that's completely for certain. Damian seems to be drinking one himself.
*IDK how to say this without sounding rude- so just assume my tone as calm. just pointing out, but they use they/them or she/her pronouns*
"Hmm" they quickly chug down the drink
*for con: 3
*Didn't know that, my fault.*
They immediately go into unconsciousness, when they wake up, they are still in the Inn, in one of the booths, and they don't have a hangover, Damian stands there, enjoying some lunch.
*s'okay*
"What?- ughh... did I blackout drunk? no... I'm don't hav- nevermind..."
He looks up from his lasagna "Oh you're awake, this is the point where you say thank you, and I say you're welcome."
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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.'
They are unable to dodge in time as the ball implodes. Radiant energy (71 damage) fills the room, slightly scorching Stroth but doing more damage to the changing. (Save for Stroth: 24 Save for Arthur: 29 )
The Herald refuses to let him stand, holding on to him possesivly "Yes, we are. The Circle of Greed."
They hold up their arms, and most of the skin, muscle, and bones are immediately scorched off from the blast, they run into the maze, cackling madly "FOLLOW ME IF YOU WANT TO FIND THANE!!!"
Grimes looks around, slowly beginning to understand the situation "Wait, if we're in the Circle of Greed..." He looks frantically around "Are they here? Are the others here?"
Stroth follows after them, snarling.
Arthur, more cautious, stays behind. He follows the walls with one hand, keeping to the right.
He nods "The demonic-looking woman with blonde hair and the cowboy with metal arms are looking for them. I do not care about their lives, you are all that matters in this situation."
Arthur finds himself on the other half of the maze after a few minutes, standing in what appears to be some kind of combat room. On the other side of the room sits Thane, broken and bloody, he seems to be attached to some kind of puppet strings that go into the ceiling.
Stroth continues to follow, but he isn't leading them anywhere, like the maze itself is changing to keep them both inside.
They cling to the Herald, the pain finally fully fading from their body, though not from their memory "What happened? How did I get here?"
"Thane!" he runs over. He pulls out his knives, cutting the strings the best he can.
Stroth snarls and scales up the walls of the maze, her body crawling across the top.
"I assume whoever did this has some sort of agenda against you and whoever the two others care about." He explains, shrugging.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
He can tell that it isn't poison, that's completely for certain. Damian seems to be drinking one himself.
*IDK how to say this without sounding rude- so just assume my tone as calm. just pointing out, but they use they/them or she/her pronouns*
"Hmm" they quickly chug down the drink
*for con: 3
*Didn't know that, my fault.*
They immediately go into unconsciousness, when they wake up, they are still in the Inn, in one of the booths, and they don't have a hangover, Damian stands there, enjoying some lunch.
*s'okay*
"What?- ughh... did I blackout drunk? no... I'm don't hav- nevermind..."
He looks up from his lasagna "Oh you're awake, this is the point where you say thank you, and I say you're welcome."
"So, that drink just... prevents hangovers?" she stands up
"Thane!" he runs over. He pulls out his knives, cutting the strings the best he can.
Stroth snarls and scales up the walls of the maze, her body crawling across the top.
"I assume whoever did this has some sort of agenda against you and whoever the two others care about." He explains, shrugging.
The strings don't cut, and he hears two familiar voices echoing to them, sisters "Oh hello Arthur, we never really liked you. So how about we play a game." The strings move, forcing Thane to do the same, making him grab his axe and stand up, Thane whispers with all the strength he can "Leave me..."
They find that at the top of the maze is an infinite expanse of nothing, they both have seemingly been trapped inside a demiplane, with the only way out being somewhere in the maze.
"That's why you came for me? Because of the Valentine Sisters. They... they did this." He takes a deep breath, shivering in fear before hugging them.
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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.'
He can tell that it isn't poison, that's completely for certain. Damian seems to be drinking one himself.
*IDK how to say this without sounding rude- so just assume my tone as calm. just pointing out, but they use they/them or she/her pronouns*
"Hmm" they quickly chug down the drink
*for con: 3
*Didn't know that, my fault.*
They immediately go into unconsciousness, when they wake up, they are still in the Inn, in one of the booths, and they don't have a hangover, Damian stands there, enjoying some lunch.
*s'okay*
"What?- ughh... did I blackout drunk? no... I'm don't hav- nevermind..."
He looks up from his lasagna "Oh you're awake, this is the point where you say thank you, and I say you're welcome."
"So, that drink just... prevents hangovers?" she stands up
"You could say that, you're welcome." He continues eating.
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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.'
She bares her teeth at it, gripping her sword "You are to stay away from them, forever and always. If you come back, I will make sure you never get anywhere with any plans you ever have. I will kill any armies you have, I will murder any bloodlines you create. I will watch from the darkness and destroy everything you make if you get close to them ever again."
Jack is working on both Phoenix, Leo, and now Theren. healing them each.
It snarls and vanishes
Phoenix is rocking back and forth, Leo is unconscious, and Theren has lost a lot of blood.
Lore sighs and runs back to help Jack. The two begin working on each one, mental resets, calm emotions, healing, anything that can be done to help them all.
Phoenix looks like he's losing his mind.
Theren is breathing shallowly, touching the blood on his body
*brb, gonna go eat lunch (I am being forced)*
Jack hugs him and casts Abstraction on him, this causes the last 24 hours to be forgotten by the target.
Lore kisses his forehead and casts Mass Heal.
"I...what...why am i covered in blood....?....Did...did i kill someone?"
"So much blood...."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Thane!" he runs over. He pulls out his knives, cutting the strings the best he can.
Stroth snarls and scales up the walls of the maze, her body crawling across the top.
"I assume whoever did this has some sort of agenda against you and whoever the two others care about." He explains, shrugging.
The strings don't cut, and he hears two familiar voices echoing to them, sisters "Oh hello Arthur, we never really liked you. So how about we play a game." The strings move, forcing Thane to do the same, making him grab his axe and stand up, Thane whispers with all the strength he can "Leave me..."
They find that at the top of the maze is an infinite expanse of nothing, they both have seemingly been trapped inside a demiplane, with the only way out being somewhere in the maze.
"That's why you came for me? Because of the Valentine Sisters. They... they did this." He takes a deep breath, shivering in fear before hugging them.
"(GP), I can't leave ya here bud," he mutters to him and sheathes his knife. He picks up his canon, and presses a button. It becomes a stationary turret,, digging into the ground charging up. Arthur snarls "YOU TWO HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A PAIN IN MY ARSE FOR COMING AFTER THEM ALL." pulling out his pistols, chuckling. His eyes gleam red as he grits his teeth in a grin.
She swears and begins crawling around (120 ft per turn) to find the possible way out.
He sighs and rolls his shoulders "I am taking you back first, placing you in my demiplane so they cannot reach you and you can't get out. Then I am coming back here and killing those two."
She bares her teeth at it, gripping her sword "You are to stay away from them, forever and always. If you come back, I will make sure you never get anywhere with any plans you ever have. I will kill any armies you have, I will murder any bloodlines you create. I will watch from the darkness and destroy everything you make if you get close to them ever again."
Jack is working on both Phoenix, Leo, and now Theren. healing them each.
It snarls and vanishes
Phoenix is rocking back and forth, Leo is unconscious, and Theren has lost a lot of blood.
Lore sighs and runs back to help Jack. The two begin working on each one, mental resets, calm emotions, healing, anything that can be done to help them all.
Phoenix looks like he's losing his mind.
Theren is breathing shallowly, touching the blood on his body
*brb, gonna go eat lunch (I am being forced)*
Jack hugs him and casts Abstraction on him, this causes the last 24 hours to be forgotten by the target.
Lore kisses his forehead and casts Mass Heal.
"I...what...why am i covered in blood....?....Did...did i kill someone?"
"So much blood...."
"No no, you just got hurt is all." he smiles and brings him upstairs.
23
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
They hold up their arms, and most of the skin, muscle, and bones are immediately scorched off from the blast, they run into the maze, cackling madly "FOLLOW ME IF YOU WANT TO FIND THANE!!!"
Grimes looks around, slowly beginning to understand the situation "Wait, if we're in the Circle of Greed..." He looks frantically around "Are they here? Are the others here?"
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 can tell that it isn't poison, that's completely for certain. Damian seems to be drinking one himself.
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.)
*IDK how to say this without sounding rude- so just assume my tone as calm. just pointing out, but they use they/them or she/her pronouns*
"Hmm" they quickly chug down the drink
*for con: 22
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Stroth follows after them, snarling.
Arthur, more cautious, stays behind. He follows the walls with one hand, keeping to the right.
He nods "The demonic-looking woman with blonde hair and the cowboy with metal arms are looking for them. I do not care about their lives, you are all that matters in this situation."
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
*nat one ._.*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Didn't know that, my fault.*
They immediately go into unconsciousness, when they wake up, they are still in the Inn, in one of the booths, and they don't have a hangover, Damian stands there, enjoying some lunch.
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.)
*s'okay*
"What?- ughh... did I blackout drunk? no... I'm don't hav- nevermind..."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Arthur finds himself on the other half of the maze after a few minutes, standing in what appears to be some kind of combat room. On the other side of the room sits Thane, broken and bloody, he seems to be attached to some kind of puppet strings that go into the ceiling.
Stroth continues to follow, but he isn't leading them anywhere, like the maze itself is changing to keep them both inside.
They cling to the Herald, the pain finally fully fading from their body, though not from their memory "What happened? How did I get here?"
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 looks up from his lasagna "Oh you're awake, this is the point where you say thank you, and I say you're welcome."
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.)
"Thane!" he runs over. He pulls out his knives, cutting the strings the best he can.
Stroth snarls and scales up the walls of the maze, her body crawling across the top.
"I assume whoever did this has some sort of agenda against you and whoever the two others care about." He explains, shrugging.
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
(You want to rp wendo)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"So, that drink just... prevents hangovers?" she stands up
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
The strings don't cut, and he hears two familiar voices echoing to them, sisters "Oh hello Arthur, we never really liked you. So how about we play a game." The strings move, forcing Thane to do the same, making him grab his axe and stand up, Thane whispers with all the strength he can "Leave me..."
They find that at the top of the maze is an infinite expanse of nothing, they both have seemingly been trapped inside a demiplane, with the only way out being somewhere in the maze.
"That's why you came for me? Because of the Valentine Sisters. They... they did this." He takes a deep breath, shivering in fear before hugging them.
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.)
"You could say that, you're welcome." He continues eating.
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.)
*cut*
"Okayyy... did I tell you my job when I was drunk?..."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"I...what...why am i covered in blood....?....Did...did i kill someone?"
"So much blood...."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"(GP), I can't leave ya here bud," he mutters to him and sheathes his knife. He picks up his canon, and presses a button. It becomes a stationary turret,, digging into the ground charging up. Arthur snarls "YOU TWO HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A PAIN IN MY ARSE FOR COMING AFTER THEM ALL." pulling out his pistols, chuckling. His eyes gleam red as he grits his teeth in a grin.
She swears and begins crawling around (120 ft per turn) to find the possible way out.
He sighs and rolls his shoulders "I am taking you back first, placing you in my demiplane so they cannot reach you and you can't get out. Then I am coming back here and killing those two."
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
"No no, you just got hurt is all." he smiles and brings him upstairs.
"I know.. I know. Its okay hon."
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
"Hurt...? W-why am i soaked in it then?"
Therens hands are shaky as his picks at the drying blood
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.