Jack is in the tavern, eating a breakfast of toast and eggs
Damian is sitting on the corner of the tavern. His eyes are glowing with an ethereal grey light and his chest with a blinding crimson glow as he scraps the table in agony, his sharp nails making grooves in the table.
“Are you alright?” Thirteen asks calmly from a few yards away.
Damian isn't able to say anything other then pain grunts, the glows only growing brighter along with the pain.
“Oh dear. Demonic or ghastly possession, I wonder?” He stands up, walking over, and setting a symbol of Azuth on Damian’s forehead. “Out unclean spirit and whatnot.”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Jack is in the tavern, eating a breakfast of toast and eggs
Damian is sitting on the corner of the tavern. His eyes are glowing with an ethereal grey light and his chest with a blinding crimson glow as he scraps the table in agony, his sharp nails making grooves in the table.
“Are you alright?” Thirteen asks calmly from a few yards away.
Damian isn't able to say anything other then pain grunts, the glows only growing brighter along with the pain.
“Oh dear. Demonic or ghastly possession, I wonder?” He stands up, walking over, and setting a symbol of Azuth on Damian’s forehead. “Out unclean spirit and whatnot.”
Nothing changes other than his mouth opening and celestial coming out.
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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.
Jack is in the tavern, eating a breakfast of toast and eggs
Damian is sitting on the corner of the tavern. His eyes are glowing with an ethereal grey light and his chest with a blinding crimson glow as he scraps the table in agony, his sharp nails making grooves in the table.
“Are you alright?” Thirteen asks calmly from a few yards away.
Damian isn't able to say anything other then pain grunts, the glows only growing brighter along with the pain.
“Oh dear. Demonic or ghastly possession, I wonder?” He stands up, walking over, and setting a symbol of Azuth on Damian’s forehead. “Out unclean spirit and whatnot.”
Nothing changes other than his mouth opening and celestial coming out.
Thirteen knows Celestial.
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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.
Jack is in the tavern, eating a breakfast of toast and eggs
Damian is sitting on the corner of the tavern. His eyes are glowing with an ethereal grey light and his chest with a blinding crimson glow as he scraps the table in agony, his sharp nails making grooves in the table.
“Are you alright?” Thirteen asks calmly from a few yards away.
Damian isn't able to say anything other then pain grunts, the glows only growing brighter along with the pain.
“Oh dear. Demonic or ghastly possession, I wonder?” He stands up, walking over, and setting a symbol of Azuth on Damian’s forehead. “Out unclean spirit and whatnot.”
Nothing changes other than his mouth opening and celestial coming out.
Thirteen knows Celestial.
"This mortal is not to be saved or helped. Interference means death."
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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.
Jack is in the tavern, eating a breakfast of toast and eggs
Damian is sitting on the corner of the tavern. His eyes are glowing with an ethereal grey light and his chest with a blinding crimson glow as he scraps the table in agony, his sharp nails making grooves in the table.
“Are you alright?” Thirteen asks calmly from a few yards away.
Damian isn't able to say anything other then pain grunts, the glows only growing brighter along with the pain.
“Oh dear. Demonic or ghastly possession, I wonder?” He stands up, walking over, and setting a symbol of Azuth on Damian’s forehead. “Out unclean spirit and whatnot.”
Nothing changes other than his mouth opening and celestial coming out.
Thirteen knows Celestial.
"This mortal is not to be saved or helped. Interference means death."
“Te ipsum revela, daemon.” He says quietly.
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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.
Jack is in the tavern, eating a breakfast of toast and eggs
Damian is sitting on the corner of the tavern. His eyes are glowing with an ethereal grey light and his chest with a blinding crimson glow as he scraps the table in agony, his sharp nails making grooves in the table.
“Are you alright?” Thirteen asks calmly from a few yards away.
Damian isn't able to say anything other then pain grunts, the glows only growing brighter along with the pain.
“Oh dear. Demonic or ghastly possession, I wonder?” He stands up, walking over, and setting a symbol of Azuth on Damian’s forehead. “Out unclean spirit and whatnot.”
Nothing changes other than his mouth opening and celestial coming out.
Thirteen knows Celestial.
"This mortal is not to be saved or helped. Interference means death."
“Te ipsum revela, daemon.” He says quietly.
"Non est daemon, hoc est poena divina." The thing inside Damian echos back.
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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.
Jack is in the tavern, eating a breakfast of toast and eggs
Damian is sitting on the corner of the tavern. His eyes are glowing with an ethereal grey light and his chest with a blinding crimson glow as he scraps the table in agony, his sharp nails making grooves in the table.
“Are you alright?” Thirteen asks calmly from a few yards away.
Damian isn't able to say anything other then pain grunts, the glows only growing brighter along with the pain.
“Oh dear. Demonic or ghastly possession, I wonder?” He stands up, walking over, and setting a symbol of Azuth on Damian’s forehead. “Out unclean spirit and whatnot.”
Nothing changes other than his mouth opening and celestial coming out.
Thirteen knows Celestial.
"This mortal is not to be saved or helped. Interference means death."
“Te ipsum revela, daemon.” He says quietly.
"Non est daemon, hoc est poena divina." The thing inside Damian echos back.
“Cut punitur?”
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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.
Jack is in the tavern, eating a breakfast of toast and eggs
Damian is sitting on the corner of the tavern. His eyes are glowing with an ethereal grey light and his chest with a blinding crimson glow as he scraps the table in agony, his sharp nails making grooves in the table.
“Are you alright?” Thirteen asks calmly from a few yards away.
Damian isn't able to say anything other then pain grunts, the glows only growing brighter along with the pain.
“Oh dear. Demonic or ghastly possession, I wonder?” He stands up, walking over, and setting a symbol of Azuth on Damian’s forehead. “Out unclean spirit and whatnot.”
Nothing changes other than his mouth opening and celestial coming out.
Thirteen knows Celestial.
"This mortal is not to be saved or helped. Interference means death."
“Te ipsum revela, daemon.” He says quietly.
"Non est daemon, hoc est poena divina." The thing inside Damian echos back.
“Cut punitur?”
"Manere ex eo." Then it suddenly stops and Damian slumps down to the table.
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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.
Jack is in the tavern, eating a breakfast of toast and eggs
Damian is sitting on the corner of the tavern. His eyes are glowing with an ethereal grey light and his chest with a blinding crimson glow as he scraps the table in agony, his sharp nails making grooves in the table.
“Are you alright?” Thirteen asks calmly from a few yards away.
Damian isn't able to say anything other then pain grunts, the glows only growing brighter along with the pain.
“Oh dear. Demonic or ghastly possession, I wonder?” He stands up, walking over, and setting a symbol of Azuth on Damian’s forehead. “Out unclean spirit and whatnot.”
Nothing changes other than his mouth opening and celestial coming out.
Thirteen knows Celestial.
"This mortal is not to be saved or helped. Interference means death."
“Te ipsum revela, daemon.” He says quietly.
"Non est daemon, hoc est poena divina." The thing inside Damian echos back.
“Cut punitur?”
"Manere ex eo." Then it suddenly stops and Damian slumps down to the table.
Jack is in the tavern, eating a breakfast of toast and eggs
Damian is sitting on the corner of the tavern. His eyes are glowing with an ethereal grey light and his chest with a blinding crimson glow as he scraps the table in agony, his sharp nails making grooves in the table.
“Are you alright?” Thirteen asks calmly from a few yards away.
Damian isn't able to say anything other then pain grunts, the glows only growing brighter along with the pain.
“Oh dear. Demonic or ghastly possession, I wonder?” He stands up, walking over, and setting a symbol of Azuth on Damian’s forehead. “Out unclean spirit and whatnot.”
Nothing changes other than his mouth opening and celestial coming out.
Thirteen knows Celestial.
"This mortal is not to be saved or helped. Interference means death."
“Te ipsum revela, daemon.” He says quietly.
"Non est daemon, hoc est poena divina." The thing inside Damian echos back.
“Cut punitur?”
"Manere ex eo." Then it suddenly stops and Damian slumps down to the table.
“So, another godly possession. First Theren, then that one kid, now you. How many gods are there on this world anyway??” Thirteen says exasperatedly.
Damian shakes his head "This godly curse is from my world. Don't worry about it Thirteen, just don't tell anyone for me."
“I keep secrets well. However, I can’t help but be curious. What divinities occupy your world of origin?” He quickly pulls out his journal, flipping to the Celestial section.
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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.
“So, another godly possession. First Theren, then that one kid, now you. How many gods are there on this world anyway??” Thirteen says exasperatedly.
Damian shakes his head "This godly curse is from my world. Don't worry about it Thirteen, just don't tell anyone for me."
“I keep secrets well. However, I can’t help but be curious. What divinities occupy your world of origin?” He quickly pulls out his journal, flipping to the Celestial section.
“All the gods in most worlds. They all represent one aspect of existence each. Thank you for keeping secrets.” He holds his head, looking at the groove he made in the table.
“So, another godly possession. First Theren, then that one kid, now you. How many gods are there on this world anyway??” Thirteen says exasperatedly.
Damian shakes his head "This godly curse is from my world. Don't worry about it Thirteen, just don't tell anyone for me."
“I keep secrets well. However, I can’t help but be curious. What divinities occupy your world of origin?” He quickly pulls out his journal, flipping to the Celestial section.
“All the gods in most worlds. They all represent one aspect of existence each. Thank you for keeping secrets.” He holds his head, looking at the groove he made in the table.
“Ah. I seem to have been being insensitive.” He puts the journal away. “I’m not much of a healer, unfortunately. My forte is more about doing things once you’re already dead.”
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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.
“So, another godly possession. First Theren, then that one kid, now you. How many gods are there on this world anyway??” Thirteen says exasperatedly.
Damian shakes his head "This godly curse is from my world. Don't worry about it Thirteen, just don't tell anyone for me."
“I keep secrets well. However, I can’t help but be curious. What divinities occupy your world of origin?” He quickly pulls out his journal, flipping to the Celestial section.
“All the gods in most worlds. They all represent one aspect of existence each. Thank you for keeping secrets.” He holds his head, looking at the groove he made in the table.
“Ah. I seem to have been being insensitive.” He puts the journal away. “I’m not much of a healer, unfortunately. My forte is more about doing things once you’re already dead.”
“Of course, don’t worry about it. I assumed you wouldn’t turn me into a zombie.” He shakes his head until he’s fine “Really Thirteen, thank you.”
“So, another godly possession. First Theren, then that one kid, now you. How many gods are there on this world anyway??” Thirteen says exasperatedly.
Damian shakes his head "This godly curse is from my world. Don't worry about it Thirteen, just don't tell anyone for me."
“I keep secrets well. However, I can’t help but be curious. What divinities occupy your world of origin?” He quickly pulls out his journal, flipping to the Celestial section.
“All the gods in most worlds. They all represent one aspect of existence each. Thank you for keeping secrets.” He holds his head, looking at the groove he made in the table.
“Ah. I seem to have been being insensitive.” He puts the journal away. “I’m not much of a healer, unfortunately. My forte is more about doing things once you’re already dead.”
“Of course, don’t worry about it. I assumed you wouldn’t turn me into a zombie.” He shakes his head until he’s fine “Really Thirteen, thank you.”
“The being departed on its own. As shall I.” He stands and vanishes into mist.
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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.
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“Oh dear. Demonic or ghastly possession, I wonder?” He stands up, walking over, and setting a symbol of Azuth on Damian’s forehead. “Out unclean spirit and whatnot.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Nothing changes other than his mouth opening and celestial coming out.
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 knows Celestial.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"This mortal is not to be saved or helped. Interference means death."
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
“Te ipsum revela, daemon.” He says quietly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Non est daemon, hoc est poena divina." The thing inside Damian echos back.
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
“Cut punitur?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Manere ex eo." Then it suddenly stops and Damian slumps down to the table.
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 casts revivify on Damian.
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 isn't dead, just unconscious.
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
He wakes up, holding his head and chest.
*Cut Jobah.*
*Evening folks, sorry i dipped yesterday some stuff happened irl*
Jack is sat out infront of the tavern, enjoying the evening air
Tycho is washing his hands in a river, humming to himself
Damian shambles out of the tavern, as soon as he gets out of the door he turns away from Jack and throws up.
An abyssal portal opens next to them.
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
“So, another godly possession. First Theren, then that one kid, now you. How many gods are there on this world anyway??” Thirteen says exasperatedly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Damian shakes his head "This godly curse is from my world. Don't worry about it Thirteen, just don't tell anyone for me."
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
“I keep secrets well. However, I can’t help but be curious. What divinities occupy your world of origin?” He quickly pulls out his journal, flipping to the Celestial section.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“All the gods in most worlds. They all represent one aspect of existence each. Thank you for keeping secrets.” He holds his head, looking at the groove he made in the table.
“Ah. I seem to have been being insensitive.” He puts the journal away. “I’m not much of a healer, unfortunately. My forte is more about doing things once you’re already dead.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Of course, don’t worry about it. I assumed you wouldn’t turn me into a zombie.” He shakes his head until he’s fine “Really Thirteen, thank you.”
“The being departed on its own. As shall I.” He stands and vanishes into mist.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.