Rene stumbled into the tavern, hacking up blood and bile while one of her familiars, a white dove, tries to push her upstairs. She stumbled into her room, setting aside her mask and robes which have been stained red. She gets in the bathtub and pulls her knees to her chest, mumbling prayers.
Lore is enraged, and it's not hard tell that she is anything but. An area of the forest is coated in layers of deadly ice that encases everything in its cold sheen. She sits in the middle of it, wings unfolded and wrapped around her shoulders like a cloak as she stares at the ground, eyebrows furrowed.
Mauric sees her and follows to the threshold of the room. “You okay?”
Thirteen levitates down from above. “Hello Lore. How are things going?”
Rene shakes her head, burying her face in her hands.
"Terrific Thirteen. Can't you tell??" She said sarcastically.
“Do you need any healing or anything? I can help! I think…”
“He did something stupid.” Not a question but an observation.
She nods her head "Please, it hurts a lot right now.." she asked and looked up at them.
"YEAH." She hissed and rubbed her temples.
He casts cure wounds in a third level slot, healing 16 hit points of damage.
“What was it?”
She glows for a second, her long white hair glowing slightly. She violently coughs, expelling the residual blood from her lungs. She smiles "Thank you.."
"Friggin drinking himself to death and ending up in places he'll get killed.."
“No problem. Who are you?”
“I know… By the way, is it safe to land? This ice looks dangerous, but it’s hard for me to focus on the conversation while airborne.”
"I am Sister Flores.. but you can call me Rene.. I'm sorry to make you use a spell slot like that.." she said.
She waved a hand and the ice stops growing "There."
“Well if someone’s hurt, it doesn’t matter. It’s no big deal.”
Thirteen lands carefully.
"Still, I feel bad.." she said and leaned her head back "I'm sorry."
Lore sighs and wipes frozen tears from her eyes.
“Listen. No one should apologize for the fact that they had to suffer. It’s just not fair.”
“Theren is a… difficult man. Even I, who can claim to call myself his friend, don’t know his full past.” Thirteen sighs. “But then again, he doesn’t know my full past. No one really does. But I’m getting off track, I suppose.”
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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.
Kinsley grins as they stretch out their hand and Thirteen begins to feel... Something being pulled from him, the world begins to lose it's color and the ambient noise grinds to a halt as Kinsley says in an even tone, "Thanks for your name." grinning mischievously they laugh and everything is back to normal as the name is returned suddenly, "Yeah I remember who you are, How've you been?"
“Amazing! I will need a full account of this sometime. What is the name of your civilization?”
“You tell him, Highbough.” Thirteen pipes up.
"I am the ruler of Gøblenheim. Few books have been written of it, for it is deep in the Underdark, in a place often considered inhospitable to most living creatures."
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H.B: [creaking noises].
Jeb: "Do you really think it better to have more corpses with which to fertilize only your own roots, than to share with the plants that will sprout from your fallen fruits?"
“I’ll need to find all those books then. But how rude of me, I am Cadmus! I’m here to destroy this world in about… six or so years.”
"Hmm. Will you be replacing it? If you do, leave a cave here." He hands Cadmus a map showing a cave marked with a single word: Portal.
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
Kinsley grins as they stretch out their hand and Thirteen begins to feel... Something being pulled from him, the world begins to lose it's color and the ambient noise grinds to a halt as Kinsley says in an even tone, "Thanks for your name." grinning mischievously they laugh and everything is back to normal suddenly, "Yeah I remember who you are, How've you been?"
“…quite well.” Thirteen looks rather disturbed.
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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.
Sushi is hunched over a pot in the kitchen, muttering curses and laughing
An upturned pot nearby moves slightly, making a small scraping sound.
She jolts dropping the ladle into the pot, "SHOOT! SHOOT SHOOT SHOOT!"
As the ladle begins to dissolve she sighs and makes a move to grab the upturned pot.
It lifts up a tiny bit, and starts moving away quickly. The sound of tiny feet pattering on the ground can be heard, along with a faint, high-pitched cackling.
Sushi Grabs a broom and begins chasing it, "NOOOOO! THE HEALTH INSPECTOR IS COMING SOON! I CAN'T HAVE RATS!" and begins trying to hit it
“Amazing! I will need a full account of this sometime. What is the name of your civilization?”
“You tell him, Highbough.” Thirteen pipes up.
"I am the ruler of Gøblenheim. Few books have been written of it, for it is deep in the Underdark, in a place often considered inhospitable to most living creatures."
___________
H.B: [creaking noises].
Jeb: "Do you really think it better to have more corpses with which to fertilize only your own roots, than to share with the plants that will sprout from your fallen fruits?"
“I’ll need to find all those books then. But how rude of me, I am Cadmus! I’m here to destroy this world in about… six or so years.”
"Hmm. Will you be replacing it? If you do, leave a cave here." He hands Cadmus a map showing a cave marked with a single word: Portal.
“I was planning to take everything of note, along with my research, to the Archive. I can link Father’s realm to this place. But I don’t plan to replace it.”
Thirteen chuckles somewhat. “How would a cube of dirt cause a cart that cannot steer to move onto another path? Would it not just smash against its surface?”
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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.
Sushi is hunched over a pot in the kitchen, muttering curses and laughing
An upturned pot nearby moves slightly, making a small scraping sound.
She jolts dropping the ladle into the pot, "SHOOT! SHOOT SHOOT SHOOT!"
As the ladle begins to dissolve she sighs and makes a move to grab the upturned pot.
It lifts up a tiny bit, and starts moving away quickly. The sound of tiny feet pattering on the ground can be heard, along with a faint, high-pitched cackling.
Sushi Grabs a broom and begins chasing it, "NOOOOO! THE HEALTH INSPECTOR IS COMING SOON! I CAN'T HAVE RATS!" and begins trying to hit it
She hits it, and hears:
"Ow! Da heck?"
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
Rene stumbled into the tavern, hacking up blood and bile while one of her familiars, a white dove, tries to push her upstairs. She stumbled into her room, setting aside her mask and robes which have been stained red. She gets in the bathtub and pulls her knees to her chest, mumbling prayers.
Lore is enraged, and it's not hard tell that she is anything but. An area of the forest is coated in layers of deadly ice that encases everything in its cold sheen. She sits in the middle of it, wings unfolded and wrapped around her shoulders like a cloak as she stares at the ground, eyebrows furrowed.
Russ has smoke a whole pack in lass than two hours, grumbling to himself as he sits on the edge of the tavern roof. He keeps looking over a letter, once and then twice, before he summons a fire and burns the letter.
There's a knock on Rene's door after a few moments
Lore hears the sound of footsteps on the ice, approaching cautiously
*should I make another character? I have a slightly neat idea*
She walks over, putting on a white surgical mask, and opens the door.
She turns around, eyes narrowed.
*Ooooh! Yes >:3*
Efflore is there, dressed like a butler, "Um, excuse my intrusion, but are you alright? You um, threw up a lot of blood on your way in"
Aspen is there, hand against a frost covered tree as he walks on the ice, "Hello there."
*Manifesting >:3*
"No.. no really.." she said and hugged herself "I-Im sorry.. I'll clean that up.."
Lore narrows her eyes "Go away."
"No no, we have people for that. Do you... have a medicine you need or healing?" He tilts his head
"I know it's not my business." He nods, "But are you alright? Not many people freeze large areas of the forest when they're right and dandy"
She shakes her head "I could heal myself but my magic disappears when I'm like this.. I'm sorry." She says.
"No. I'm honestly lovely, can't you tell??" She snarls.
He looks around for a moment before sighing, "Usually I'm supposed to charge for things outside my job during work hours. But, I don't think they'd mind" He offers a hand, "It'd hurt a little bit, but want me to help?"
Aspen continues to walk forward, air cold as he sits in the ice across from her, "Whats making you upset, beyond my presence?"
She blinks "You don't have to do that.." she said.
"It's not your presence.. it's something else."
"I don't offer because I have to." He says, "I offer because you're unwell"
"What is it?"
She sighed and leaned her head back "I feel about just 'taking it's however..".
"My husband.."
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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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“Listen. No one should apologize for the fact that they had to suffer. It’s just not fair.”
“Theren is a… difficult man. Even I, who can claim to call myself his friend, don’t know his full past.” Thirteen sighs. “But then again, he doesn’t know my full past. No one really does. But I’m getting off track, I suppose.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*yay :D*
Kinsley grins as they stretch out their hand and Thirteen begins to feel... Something being pulled from him, the world begins to lose it's color and the ambient noise grinds to a halt as Kinsley says in an even tone, "Thanks for your name." grinning mischievously they laugh and everything is back to normal as the name is returned suddenly, "Yeah I remember who you are, How've you been?"
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
*annnd sadness is still hitting me like a bus...*
Theren is packing a bag, shoving stuff into it while muttering to himself.
Phoenix is at the shooting range shooting his rifle.
Ban is on the roof of the tavern smoking, his eyes are distant.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Hmm. Will you be replacing it? If you do, leave a cave here." He hands Cadmus a map showing a cave marked with a single word: Portal.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
“…quite well.” Thirteen looks rather disturbed.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Sushi Grabs a broom and begins chasing it, "NOOOOO! THE HEALTH INSPECTOR IS COMING SOON! I CAN'T HAVE RATS!" and begins trying to hit it
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
“Theren?” It’s Thirteen’s voice. He seems to be looking for you.
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 starts packing faster.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Aw don't be a spoil sport buddy. You're fineeeeeeee! It's just a little trick a fey taught me. Nothing wild happened here recently?"
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
“I was planning to take everything of note, along with my research, to the Archive. I can link Father’s realm to this place. But I don’t plan to replace it.”
Thirteen chuckles somewhat. “How would a cube of dirt cause a cart that cannot steer to move onto another path? Would it not just smash against its surface?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She hits it, and hears:
"Ow! Da heck?"
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
“…well a lot has happened. There’s a nascent portal to the Abyss, for one.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"... Talking... Rats?" She hits it again harder this time
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
A Human man is flying through the sky on a broom, flames shooting out of the bottom propelling him through the air.
Damian is sitting on a box, tuning his lute.
Ragnerious is sharpening his blade in the forest.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Thirteen walks in. “Going someplace?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"The huhhhhhhhh? Show show show!"
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
“Alright.” Thirteen sets off along the edge of town and the woods.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A man in an owl mask and talon-like gloves walks over and just begins watching him, a cluster of flaming butterflies flitting about him.
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
She sighed and leaned her head back "I feel about just 'taking it's however..".
"My husband.."
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