(You got the name perfect, and no. But you really do not want to read his mind. His humanity is mostly skin-deep.)
"Hungry lad, eh? Well, don't worry, I can cook you up a full-course breakfast if you think you'd like that. Quail eggs with gilded caviar, artisanal bread from the Fald Union, bacon from Syndicate superpigs... whatever you want."
"You.. You don't have to do that. It's wasting resources you might need for someone else later on." He said and nodded at the pastry "This is okay for now."
(I am going to need a WIS save)
Wis: 19
"Oh, I've got everything I could possibly need and more. Comes with serving the One Above All. Well, not directly, but I serve his Vice-Chefs."
"Do you got elk?.. I like deer and elk meat." He asked "Sorry if that was bad of me for asking. You just offered me something and here I am asking for something else." He looks up and quickly back away.
(He is able to sense Sytosc's emotions, not thoughts, but is able to understand thought patterns and what his alignment is.)
"Yeah. That's the short version." he says, holstering the gun
<So who are you anyhow? My shortened name is Pch’Ptah.> It offers a handshake.
"Names Phoenix." he says, shaking their hand with a tight and firm grip
<Nice to meet you. So what brought you to the inn?>
"I was looking for a place to get away from stuff.."
<Good reason. I just ended up here one day. Don’t know where this is, but it’s pretty nice. Just…> It makes an odd, rattling sigh. <…it’s a shame. A real shame.>
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Yeah. That's the short version." he says, holstering the gun
<So who are you anyhow? My shortened name is Pch’Ptah.> It offers a handshake.
"Names Phoenix." he says, shaking their hand with a tight and firm grip
<Nice to meet you. So what brought you to the inn?>
"I was looking for a place to get away from stuff.."
<Good reason. I just ended up here one day. Don’t know where this is, but it’s pretty nice. Just…> It makes an odd, rattling sigh. <…it’s a shame. A real shame.>
"What's a shame?"
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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.
(You got the name perfect, and no. But you really do not want to read his mind. His humanity is mostly skin-deep.)
"Hungry lad, eh? Well, don't worry, I can cook you up a full-course breakfast if you think you'd like that. Quail eggs with gilded caviar, artisanal bread from the Fald Union, bacon from Syndicate superpigs... whatever you want."
"You.. You don't have to do that. It's wasting resources you might need for someone else later on." He said and nodded at the pastry "This is okay for now."
(I am going to need a WIS save)
Wis: 19
"Oh, I've got everything I could possibly need and more. Comes with serving the One Above All. Well, not directly, but I serve his Vice-Chefs."
"Do you got elk?.. I like deer and elk meat." He asked "Sorry if that was bad of me for asking. You just offered me something and here I am asking for something else." He looks up and quickly back away.
(He is able to sense Sytosc's emotions, not thoughts, but is able to understand thought patterns and what his alignment is.)
(Sytosc is True Neutral, and he seems to have hundreds of thoughts racing by at once. He has no (human) emotions at this moment beyond being happy to have someone to talk to.)
"Don't worry about it. I've got some elk." He opens his suitcase and pulls out some strange cut of meat. It smells like butter. "Well, it's a type of elk. Loaded with Thalacrose and nutrients."
He keeps quiet for a moment "I have an issue.. A disorder."
"Go on.." he says encouragingly.
"My mind is.. Well, it doesn't work like others. I can tell people's emotions and thoughts and I end up acting like them which isn't good. I can also let others read others' minds.."
"Yeah. That's the short version." he says, holstering the gun
<So who are you anyhow? My shortened name is Pch’Ptah.> It offers a handshake.
"Names Phoenix." he says, shaking their hand with a tight and firm grip
<Nice to meet you. So what brought you to the inn?>
"I was looking for a place to get away from stuff.."
<Good reason. I just ended up here one day. Don’t know where this is, but it’s pretty nice. Just…> It makes an odd, rattling sigh. <…it’s a shame. A real shame.>
"What's a shame?"
<It’s nothing. I’ve made my mistakes, but I’m not gonna bore you with my life story. Unless you like listening to people rant about their personal issues.>
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He keeps quiet for a moment "I have an issue.. A disorder."
"Go on.." he says encouragingly.
"My mind is.. Well, it doesn't work like others. I can tell people's emotions and thoughts and I end up acting like them which isn't good. I can also let others read others' minds.."
Theren smiles. "I get it."
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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.
"Yeah. That's the short version." he says, holstering the gun
<So who are you anyhow? My shortened name is Pch’Ptah.> It offers a handshake.
"Names Phoenix." he says, shaking their hand with a tight and firm grip
<Nice to meet you. So what brought you to the inn?>
"I was looking for a place to get away from stuff.."
<Good reason. I just ended up here one day. Don’t know where this is, but it’s pretty nice. Just…> It makes an odd, rattling sigh. <…it’s a shame. A real shame.>
"What's a shame?"
<It’s nothing. I’ve made my mistakes, but I’m not gonna bore you with my life story. Unless you like listening to people rant about their personal issues.>
"mn...no thanks.."
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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.
(You got the name perfect, and no. But you really do not want to read his mind. His humanity is mostly skin-deep.)
"Hungry lad, eh? Well, don't worry, I can cook you up a full-course breakfast if you think you'd like that. Quail eggs with gilded caviar, artisanal bread from the Fald Union, bacon from Syndicate superpigs... whatever you want."
"You.. You don't have to do that. It's wasting resources you might need for someone else later on." He said and nodded at the pastry "This is okay for now."
(I am going to need a WIS save)
Wis: 19
"Oh, I've got everything I could possibly need and more. Comes with serving the One Above All. Well, not directly, but I serve his Vice-Chefs."
"Do you got elk?.. I like deer and elk meat." He asked "Sorry if that was bad of me for asking. You just offered me something and here I am asking for something else." He looks up and quickly back away.
(He is able to sense Sytosc's emotions, not thoughts, but is able to understand thought patterns and what his alignment is.)
(Sytosc is True Neutral, and he seems to have hundreds of thoughts racing by at once. He has no (human) emotions at this moment beyond being happy to have someone to talk to.)
"Don't worry about it. I've got some elk." He opens his suitcase and pulls out some strange cut of meat. It smells like butter. "Well, it's a type of elk. Loaded with Thalacrose and nutrients."
"What's Thalacrose?" He asks, looking up. He brushes his curly brown hair from his eyes.
He keeps quiet for a moment "I have an issue.. A disorder."
"Go on.." he says encouragingly.
"My mind is.. Well, it doesn't work like others. I can tell people's emotions and thoughts and I end up acting like them which isn't good. I can also let others read others' minds.."
Theren smiles. "I get it."
"It got bad and it affects peoples minds as well." He said "I can hear things and see things that arent here."
(Sytosc is True Neutral, and he seems to have hundreds of thoughts racing by at once. He has no (human) emotions at this moment beyond being happy to have someone to talk to.)
"Don't worry about it. I've got some elk." He opens his suitcase and pulls out some strange cut of meat. It smells like butter. "Well, it's a type of elk. Loaded with Thalacrose and nutrients."
"What's Thalacrose?" He asks, looking up. He brushes his curly brown hair from his eyes.
"It's a rare sugar that empowers eldritch abilities. It's normally only found on a plane called the Gourmet Nightmare. Everything there is incredibly delicious, but also usually very dangerous." He places the cut of meat in a cast-iron pan and begins to cook it.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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*yo*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I was looking for a place to get away from stuff.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(anyone want to rp?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Do you got elk?.. I like deer and elk meat." He asked "Sorry if that was bad of me for asking. You just offered me something and here I am asking for something else." He looks up and quickly back away.
(He is able to sense Sytosc's emotions, not thoughts, but is able to understand thought patterns and what his alignment is.)
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
*Sure!*
Nainai is asleep in her corner again, clutching a strange red flute.
Thirteen is outside, petting his undead cat.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
<Good reason. I just ended up here one day. Don’t know where this is, but it’s pretty nice. Just…> It makes an odd, rattling sigh. <…it’s a shame. A real shame.>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"What's a shame?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He keeps quiet for a moment "I have an issue.. A disorder."
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
"Go on.." he says encouragingly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(Sytosc is True Neutral, and he seems to have hundreds of thoughts racing by at once. He has no (human) emotions at this moment beyond being happy to have someone to talk to.)
"Don't worry about it. I've got some elk." He opens his suitcase and pulls out some strange cut of meat. It smells like butter. "Well, it's a type of elk. Loaded with Thalacrose and nutrients."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"My mind is.. Well, it doesn't work like others. I can tell people's emotions and thoughts and I end up acting like them which isn't good. I can also let others read others' minds.."
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
<It’s nothing. I’ve made my mistakes, but I’m not gonna bore you with my life story. Unless you like listening to people rant about their personal issues.>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Theren smiles. "I get it."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"mn...no thanks.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"What's Thalacrose?" He asks, looking up. He brushes his curly brown hair from 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
*gonna go for a bit...to uh...talk to someone*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"It got bad and it affects peoples minds as well." He said "I can hear things and see things that arent here."
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
(have fun)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*REMEMBER TO COMPLIMENT HER!!*
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
"It's a rare sugar that empowers eldritch abilities. It's normally only found on a plane called the Gourmet Nightmare. Everything there is incredibly delicious, but also usually very dangerous." He places the cut of meat in a cast-iron pan and begins to cook it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels