Thirteen is reviewing demonic symbols in the library.
Caramel is hunting in the woods.
Mauric is outside with a sack of yams.
The pit is still there. Waiting.
Gravedigger walks in with a book
Thirteen nods at them, concentrating.
"What are you looking at?"
“Demonic sigils.”
"Ah, trying to summon something?"
“Not in the slightest. I’m analyzing the evolution of culture within the Abyss, and trying to definitively date when certain demon lords and ladies came into power.”
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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.
Thirteen is reviewing demonic symbols in the library.
Caramel is hunting in the woods.
Mauric is outside with a sack of yams.
The pit is still there. Waiting.
Gravedigger walks in with a book
Thirteen nods at them, concentrating.
"What are you looking at?"
“Demonic sigils.”
"Ah, trying to summon something?"
“Not in the slightest. I’m analyzing the evolution of culture within the Abyss, and trying to definitively date when certain demon lords and ladies came into power.”
"I can help out if you need it"
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
“Excellent. We begin tomorrow. What times work for you?”
"Not to bad."
"Whenever."
<I have worse ones then.>
“Alright, how about tomorrow morning around… seven and forty, let’s say. We can select arcane focuses and begin cantripy.”
"No thanks."
"Ok.."
<Not even the lemon one?>
“You know, we could just do the arcane focus selection now, as a matter of fact. Give you time to bond with the selected item before we get to the actual spellcasting.”
"Nope."
"Ok. Sounds good to me."
<Well, do you have any jokes?>
Thirteen goes to his bag and takes out a rolled-up length of leather. “Are you prepared to choose the tool that shall reshape the Weave?”
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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.
Odieus is outside, humming to himself as he wanders through the forest. Azure butterflies flit around him as the holy cleric searches for something.
The pit is still there. Its rim seems to be coated in dried demon ichor, and a light fog issues from its depths.
"Ah, there you are." He says and crouches down. He forms a solid ball of light in one gauntlet-covered hand and drops it in.
It falls about one hundred and seventy feet before it is swallowed by the darkness.
"Interesting.." He says and chuckles lightly. He casts Guiding Bolt down there.
[He has True Sight/ Dark Sense to 120 ft as well.]
This is clearly a portal to the Abyss, albeit a highly localized one, though this might be due to the nature of the layer it leads to. The bolt travels down quickly, and though after a bit it is no longer visible, the noise of it striking ground can be heard ever so faintly.
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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.
Thirteen is reviewing demonic symbols in the library.
Caramel is hunting in the woods.
Mauric is outside with a sack of yams.
The pit is still there. Waiting.
Gravedigger walks in with a book
Thirteen nods at them, concentrating.
"What are you looking at?"
“Demonic sigils.”
"Ah, trying to summon something?"
“Not in the slightest. I’m analyzing the evolution of culture within the Abyss, and trying to definitively date when certain demon lords and ladies came into power.”
"I can help out if you need it"
“How so?”
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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.
Odieus is outside, humming to himself as he wanders through the forest. Azure butterflies flit around him as the holy cleric searches for something.
The pit is still there. Its rim seems to be coated in dried demon ichor, and a light fog issues from its depths.
"Ah, there you are." He says and crouches down. He forms a solid ball of light in one gauntlet-covered hand and drops it in.
It falls about one hundred and seventy feet before it is swallowed by the darkness.
"Interesting.." He says and chuckles lightly. He casts Guiding Bolt down there.
[He has True Sight/ Dark Sense to 120 ft as well.]
This is clearly a portal to the Abyss, albeit a highly localized one, though this might be due to the nature of the layer it leads to. The bolt travels down quickly, and though after a bit it is no longer visible, the noise of it striking ground can be heard ever so faintly.
He raises his hands as he begins to cast Banishment on it.
Thirteen is reviewing demonic symbols in the library.
Caramel is hunting in the woods.
Mauric is outside with a sack of yams.
The pit is still there. Waiting.
Gravedigger walks in with a book
Thirteen nods at them, concentrating.
"What are you looking at?"
“Demonic sigils.”
"Ah, trying to summon something?"
“Not in the slightest. I’m analyzing the evolution of culture within the Abyss, and trying to definitively date when certain demon lords and ladies came into power.”
"I can help out if you need it"
“How so?”
"I know quite a bit about the Abyss"
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Ah, trying to summon something?"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
The pit is still there. Its rim seems to be coated in dried demon ichor, and a light fog issues from its depths.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Russ is a 6'1 Incubus who tries to pretend that he is an Erinyes. He wears a skull balaclava and full black clothing.*
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
"Ah, there you are." He says and crouches down. He forms a solid ball of light in one gauntlet-covered hand and drops it in.
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
“Not in the slightest. I’m analyzing the evolution of culture within the Abyss, and trying to definitively date when certain demon lords and ladies came into power.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
It falls about one hundred and seventy feet before it is swallowed by the darkness.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Interesting.." He says and chuckles lightly. He casts Guiding Bolt down there.
[He has True Sight/ Dark Sense to 120 ft as well.]
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 can help out if you need it"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
<Well, do you have any jokes?>
Thirteen goes to his bag and takes out a rolled-up length of leather. “Are you prepared to choose the tool that shall reshape the Weave?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Ban strolls by messing with his nunchuck, spinning it rather fast
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
This is clearly a portal to the Abyss, albeit a highly localized one, though this might be due to the nature of the layer it leads to. The bolt travels down quickly, and though after a bit it is no longer visible, the noise of it striking ground can be heard ever so faintly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“How so?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Russ raises a brow as smoke fliters through his balaclava "Gonna hurt someone if you walk by em."
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
"Nope. Just my life."
"Uh...sure?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Nah. I've used these suckers way too long to lose control." he says, smiling a sharp smile at them
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Echo climbs up next to him
psychopath ^-^
He raises his hands as he begins to cast Banishment on 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
"I know quite a bit about the Abyss"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Mn." He rolls 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
Russ narrows 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