"A rule of threes. I understand." He attempts to tap on the machine, "But the town of Heresy will be under your control. Will you govern it peaceably, or take some form of revenge?"
"Revenge is a pitiable excuse to hurt one person, let alone a village." The machine stops and a door opens on the front. "Come inside. The loudspeaker takes power to run, and I'm hoping to save a few silver this quarter."
Whistler takes off their hood respectfully before entering, "Would it not be more cost effective to power this via an elemental, or solar power?"
From up on a metal catwalk there is a man dressed in semiformal clothes and a leather apron. He has a dumb yellow bowl cut. His expression is dull, and those yellow eyes are not focused on Whistler, or really anything in particular. His mind appears to be elsewhere.
"I already have a power source, I just want to save it for emergencies. I have the money I need, I'd just rather not waste it."
"In a sense." The man says, "If a Mage gets out of hand, if a few takes too many kids, things like that, they send me."
*Thank you. I'm on mobile at the moment 😔*
"He takes kids?" She asked, brow raised.
*same, trying to keep stuff as short as possible lol*
"I've seen a lot in my years of work." He says
"Maybe you have, but ive seen more." She giggled "Leave them alone."
"That depends on their actions" He shrugs
"Well I don't like watching them get hurt." She narrowed her eyes.
"Feel free to not watch then." He says with what sounds like a smirk
She shoots a glare at him.
"Either way,I wouldn't kill them. That won't teach the lesson I seek them to learn"
"And that lesson is pain?" She snorts, shaking her head in disgust.
"Power is not a right. Ita something you gain to help people, not rule over them." He says simply, "I figured someone like you would understand that much."
"Oh, I see both sides." She said and chuckled.
"I see the side the gods guided me to." He shrugs
"Oh my God... Your a religious fool?" She asked.
"I prefer the term zealot. I answer to no higher power than my god, and the other priests can go [gp] themselves for all I care." He says
She raises an eyebrow "Your confusing and I'm not sure if I dislike or like you."
"In a sense." The man says, "If a Mage gets out of hand, if a few takes too many kids, things like that, they send me."
*Thank you. I'm on mobile at the moment 😔*
"He takes kids?" She asked, brow raised.
*same, trying to keep stuff as short as possible lol*
"I've seen a lot in my years of work." He says
"Maybe you have, but ive seen more." She giggled "Leave them alone."
"That depends on their actions" He shrugs
"Well I don't like watching them get hurt." She narrowed her eyes.
"Feel free to not watch then." He says with what sounds like a smirk
She shoots a glare at him.
"Either way,I wouldn't kill them. That won't teach the lesson I seek them to learn"
"And that lesson is pain?" She snorts, shaking her head in disgust.
"Power is not a right. Ita something you gain to help people, not rule over them." He says simply, "I figured someone like you would understand that much."
"Oh, I see both sides." She said and chuckled.
"I see the side the gods guided me to." He shrugs
"Oh my God... Your a religious fool?" She asked.
"I prefer the term zealot. I answer to no higher power than my god, and the other priests can go [gp] themselves for all I care." He says
She raises an eyebrow "Your confusing and I'm not sure if I dislike or like you."
"I've got layers fey, like a cake made of swords." He says with a smile
He doesn't even bother to push her hand away. "I decided it was time for an upgrade. Ever heard of a Nercomaton?"
"A few times." She nods, raising a brow as her smile turns to a frown "Please do not tell me you messed with it..." Her tone turns concerned.
"As it turns out, I had reinvented the wheel. I had somehow come to a conclusion that had been thought up hundreds of years before I was born. I 'invented' a Necromaton. And now here we are, around 301 machines later."
Mars is sitting in a field, weaving flowers into a crown.
Hanzo (New character) is walking around town.
Donn is watching Hanzo, head tilted as he observes.
He seems to be scoping out people, mostly corrupt nobles
Donn summons his pitchfork but doesn't go closer, watching from a distance.
Donn sees him take a noble into an alleyway, a scream is quickly cut short
Donn grumbled and follows. "Excuse me.." he taps his pitchfork against the wall.
Hanzo turns sharply
"Hello there. I was wondering if you would like to do a favor for me. I can pay you anything you want but I need help."
"Whats the request?"
Donn tilts his head, his golden eyes glowing like sparks in a fire. "A group of paladins have been killing my children.. I need you to kill them. You seem to enjoy taking down the corrupt, I figured you would love this."
"In a sense." The man says, "If a Mage gets out of hand, if a few takes too many kids, things like that, they send me."
*Thank you. I'm on mobile at the moment 😔*
"He takes kids?" She asked, brow raised.
*same, trying to keep stuff as short as possible lol*
"I've seen a lot in my years of work." He says
"Maybe you have, but ive seen more." She giggled "Leave them alone."
"That depends on their actions" He shrugs
"Well I don't like watching them get hurt." She narrowed her eyes.
"Feel free to not watch then." He says with what sounds like a smirk
She shoots a glare at him.
"Either way,I wouldn't kill them. That won't teach the lesson I seek them to learn"
"And that lesson is pain?" She snorts, shaking her head in disgust.
"Power is not a right. Ita something you gain to help people, not rule over them." He says simply, "I figured someone like you would understand that much."
"Oh, I see both sides." She said and chuckled.
"I see the side the gods guided me to." He shrugs
"Oh my God... Your a religious fool?" She asked.
"I prefer the term zealot. I answer to no higher power than my god, and the other priests can go [gp] themselves for all I care." He says
She raises an eyebrow "Your confusing and I'm not sure if I dislike or like you."
"I've got layers fey, like a cake made of swords." He says with a smile
"Don't call me Fey, my name is Yuri, and I know you know that." She folded her arms "and sure, I believe it when dogs fly."
Mars is sitting in a field, weaving flowers into a crown.
Hanzo (New character) is walking around town.
Donn is watching Hanzo, head tilted as he observes.
He seems to be scoping out people, mostly corrupt nobles
Donn summons his pitchfork but doesn't go closer, watching from a distance.
Donn sees him take a noble into an alleyway, a scream is quickly cut short
Donn grumbled and follows. "Excuse me.." he taps his pitchfork against the wall.
Hanzo turns sharply
"Hello there. I was wondering if you would like to do a favor for me. I can pay you anything you want but I need help."
"Whats the request?"
Donn tilts his head, his golden eyes glowing like sparks in a fire. "A group of paladins have been killing my children.. I need you to kill them. You seem to enjoy taking down the corrupt, I figured you would love this."
"10,000 gold and 200 platinum."
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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.
He doesn't even bother to push her hand away. "I decided it was time for an upgrade. Ever heard of a Nercomaton?"
"A few times." She nods, raising a brow as her smile turns to a frown "Please do not tell me you messed with it..." Her tone turns concerned.
"As it turns out, I had reinvented the wheel. I had somehow come to a conclusion that had been thought up hundreds of years before I was born. I 'invented' a Necromaton. And now here we are, around 301 machines later."
She gave him a concerned look, his crimson eyes meeting his dead ones. "Why?." She asked, her tone getting dangerously close to sounding like she cares.
Mars is sitting in a field, weaving flowers into a crown.
Hanzo (New character) is walking around town.
Donn is watching Hanzo, head tilted as he observes.
He seems to be scoping out people, mostly corrupt nobles
Donn summons his pitchfork but doesn't go closer, watching from a distance.
Donn sees him take a noble into an alleyway, a scream is quickly cut short
Donn grumbled and follows. "Excuse me.." he taps his pitchfork against the wall.
Hanzo turns sharply
"Hello there. I was wondering if you would like to do a favor for me. I can pay you anything you want but I need help."
"Whats the request?"
Donn tilts his head, his golden eyes glowing like sparks in a fire. "A group of paladins have been killing my children.. I need you to kill them. You seem to enjoy taking down the corrupt, I figured you would love this."
"10,000 gold and 200 platinum."
"Very well. It's a deal." He extended a gloved hand.
"A rule of threes. I understand." He attempts to tap on the machine, "But the town of Heresy will be under your control. Will you govern it peaceably, or take some form of revenge?"
"Revenge is a pitiable excuse to hurt one person, let alone a village." The machine stops and a door opens on the front. "Come inside. The loudspeaker takes power to run, and I'm hoping to save a few silver this quarter."
Whistler takes off their hood respectfully before entering, "Would it not be more cost effective to power this via an elemental, or solar power?"
From up on a metal catwalk there is a man dressed in semiformal clothes and a leather apron. He has a dumb yellow bowl cut. His expression is dull, and those yellow eyes are not focused on Whistler, or really anything in particular. His mind appears to be elsewhere.
"I already have a power source, I just want to save it for emergencies. I have the money I need, I'd just rather not waste it."
Whistler stills stands as a cloaked man wearing an owl's mask, with messy blonde hair, "This is still a rather incredible machine. Where are the workers kept?"
Mars is sitting in a field, weaving flowers into a crown.
Hanzo (New character) is walking around town.
Donn is watching Hanzo, head tilted as he observes.
He seems to be scoping out people, mostly corrupt nobles
Donn summons his pitchfork but doesn't go closer, watching from a distance.
Donn sees him take a noble into an alleyway, a scream is quickly cut short
Donn grumbled and follows. "Excuse me.." he taps his pitchfork against the wall.
Hanzo turns sharply
"Hello there. I was wondering if you would like to do a favor for me. I can pay you anything you want but I need help."
"Whats the request?"
Donn tilts his head, his golden eyes glowing like sparks in a fire. "A group of paladins have been killing my children.. I need you to kill them. You seem to enjoy taking down the corrupt, I figured you would love this."
"10,000 gold and 200 platinum."
"Very well. It's a deal." He extended a gloved hand.
Hanzo shakes their hand. "Give me their last known location."
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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.
He doesn't even bother to push her hand away. "I decided it was time for an upgrade. Ever heard of a Nercomaton?"
"A few times." She nods, raising a brow as her smile turns to a frown "Please do not tell me you messed with it..." Her tone turns concerned.
"As it turns out, I had reinvented the wheel. I had somehow come to a conclusion that had been thought up hundreds of years before I was born. I 'invented' a Necromaton. And now here we are, around 301 machines later."
She gave him a concerned look, his crimson eyes meeting his dead ones. "Why?." She asked, her tone getting dangerously close to sounding like she cares.
"Mortal fragility was my only true sin. The rest were negligible as they can be fixed later on through training or conditioning. Why does it matter? It's not like I'm much different from before. Just more modular. Tougher."
"In a sense." The man says, "If a Mage gets out of hand, if a few takes too many kids, things like that, they send me."
*Thank you. I'm on mobile at the moment 😔*
"He takes kids?" She asked, brow raised.
*same, trying to keep stuff as short as possible lol*
"I've seen a lot in my years of work." He says
"Maybe you have, but ive seen more." She giggled "Leave them alone."
"That depends on their actions" He shrugs
"Well I don't like watching them get hurt." She narrowed her eyes.
"Feel free to not watch then." He says with what sounds like a smirk
She shoots a glare at him.
"Either way,I wouldn't kill them. That won't teach the lesson I seek them to learn"
"And that lesson is pain?" She snorts, shaking her head in disgust.
"Power is not a right. Ita something you gain to help people, not rule over them." He says simply, "I figured someone like you would understand that much."
"Oh, I see both sides." She said and chuckled.
"I see the side the gods guided me to." He shrugs
"Oh my God... Your a religious fool?" She asked.
"I prefer the term zealot. I answer to no higher power than my god, and the other priests can go [gp] themselves for all I care." He says
She raises an eyebrow "Your confusing and I'm not sure if I dislike or like you."
"I've got layers fey, like a cake made of swords." He says with a smile
"Don't call me Fey, my name is Yuri, and I know you know that." She folded her arms "and sure, I believe it when dogs fly."
"Hm, I do. I'm Xiomar" He says with a curt nod
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From up on a metal catwalk there is a man dressed in semiformal clothes and a leather apron. He has a dumb yellow bowl cut. His expression is dull, and those yellow eyes are not focused on Whistler, or really anything in particular. His mind appears to be elsewhere.
"I already have a power source, I just want to save it for emergencies. I have the money I need, I'd just rather not waste it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Hanzo turns sharply
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I can assure you, in my eyes you are." She giggles.
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
Echo rolls their eyes
psychopath ^-^
She raises an eyebrow "Your confusing and I'm not sure if I dislike or like you."
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
"Hello there. I was wondering if you would like to do a favor for me. I can pay you anything you want but I need help."
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
"What do you want?" She asked.
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
"Whats the request?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*pm?*
They shrug "was bored and you were the first person I saw"
psychopath ^-^
"I've got layers fey, like a cake made of swords." He says with a smile
"As it turns out, I had reinvented the wheel. I had somehow come to a conclusion that had been thought up hundreds of years before I was born. I 'invented' a Necromaton. And now here we are, around 301 machines later."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Donn tilts his head, his golden eyes glowing like sparks in a fire. "A group of paladins have been killing my children.. I need you to kill them. You seem to enjoy taking down the corrupt, I figured you would love this."
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
"Don't call me Fey, my name is Yuri, and I know you know that." She folded her arms "and sure, I believe it when dogs fly."
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
"10,000 gold and 200 platinum."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She gave him a concerned look, his crimson eyes meeting his dead ones. "Why?." She asked, her tone getting dangerously close to sounding like she cares.
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
"Very well. It's a deal." He extended a gloved hand.
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
Whistler stills stands as a cloaked man wearing an owl's mask, with messy blonde hair, "This is still a rather incredible machine. Where are the workers kept?"
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Hanzo shakes their hand. "Give me their last known location."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Mortal fragility was my only true sin. The rest were negligible as they can be fixed later on through training or conditioning. Why does it matter? It's not like I'm much different from before. Just more modular. Tougher."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Hm, I do. I'm Xiomar" He says with a curt nod