"I smell it on you little sheep, do not worry though, all is forgiven." It said.
The hunters hands tremble as he sits down on the ground, tears streaking his face once more
It seems to watch for a moment before laying a hand on Apollon's head "Chin up little sheep,.all is not lost. Those years only burn the ground you walk on." It said.
"I smell it on you little sheep, do not worry though, all is forgiven." It said.
The hunters hands tremble as he sits down on the ground, tears streaking his face once more
It seems to watch for a moment before laying a hand on Apollon's head "Chin up little sheep,.all is not lost. Those years only burn the ground you walk on." It said.
"I do not cry for those i have killed....i cry for the ones i've lost....mother, father, my beloved...."
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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.
"I smell it on you little sheep, do not worry though, all is forgiven." It said.
The hunters hands tremble as he sits down on the ground, tears streaking his face once more
It seems to watch for a moment before laying a hand on Apollon's head "Chin up little sheep,.all is not lost. Those years only burn the ground you walk on." It said.
"I do not cry for those i have killed....i cry for the ones i've lost....mother, father, my beloved...."
"Ah, such pain..." It said, pulling away "Come, stand up, and walk with me."
"I smell it on you little sheep, do not worry though, all is forgiven." It said.
The hunters hands tremble as he sits down on the ground, tears streaking his face once more
It seems to watch for a moment before laying a hand on Apollon's head "Chin up little sheep,.all is not lost. Those years only burn the ground you walk on." It said.
"I do not cry for those i have killed....i cry for the ones i've lost....mother, father, my beloved...."
"Ah, such pain..." It said, pulling away "Come, stand up, and walk with me."
He does so, walking sullenly beside them
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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.
"I smell it on you little sheep, do not worry though, all is forgiven." It said.
The hunters hands tremble as he sits down on the ground, tears streaking his face once more
It seems to watch for a moment before laying a hand on Apollon's head "Chin up little sheep,.all is not lost. Those years only burn the ground you walk on." It said.
"I do not cry for those i have killed....i cry for the ones i've lost....mother, father, my beloved...."
"Ah, such pain..." It said, pulling away "Come, stand up, and walk with me."
He does so, walking sullenly beside them
He feels a presence weave between the trees beside him, a gentle hand outstretched. "Such a glum look.. tell me, how did they die?"
"I smell it on you little sheep, do not worry though, all is forgiven." It said.
The hunters hands tremble as he sits down on the ground, tears streaking his face once more
It seems to watch for a moment before laying a hand on Apollon's head "Chin up little sheep,.all is not lost. Those years only burn the ground you walk on." It said.
"I do not cry for those i have killed....i cry for the ones i've lost....mother, father, my beloved...."
"Ah, such pain..." It said, pulling away "Come, stand up, and walk with me."
He does so, walking sullenly beside them
He feels a presence weave between the trees beside him, a gentle hand outstretched. "Such a glum look.. tell me, how did they die?"
He takes their hand. "Mother and Father were slain by ghouls when i was young....my beloved....she...she was slain by a Hunter names Raddagorn..."
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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.
"I smell it on you little sheep, do not worry though, all is forgiven." It said.
The hunters hands tremble as he sits down on the ground, tears streaking his face once more
It seems to watch for a moment before laying a hand on Apollon's head "Chin up little sheep,.all is not lost. Those years only burn the ground you walk on." It said.
"I do not cry for those i have killed....i cry for the ones i've lost....mother, father, my beloved...."
"Ah, such pain..." It said, pulling away "Come, stand up, and walk with me."
He does so, walking sullenly beside them
He feels a presence weave between the trees beside him, a gentle hand outstretched. "Such a glum look.. tell me, how did they die?"
He takes their hand. "Mother and Father were slain by ghouls when i was young....my beloved....she...she was slain by a Hunter names Raddagorn..."
"Oh dear, my heart aches for you... I can assure you, their souls rest well. They are not angry at you because it was not your fault. If it was, they would claw their way out of heaven or hell and come for you."
"I smell it on you little sheep, do not worry though, all is forgiven." It said.
The hunters hands tremble as he sits down on the ground, tears streaking his face once more
It seems to watch for a moment before laying a hand on Apollon's head "Chin up little sheep,.all is not lost. Those years only burn the ground you walk on." It said.
"I do not cry for those i have killed....i cry for the ones i've lost....mother, father, my beloved...."
"Ah, such pain..." It said, pulling away "Come, stand up, and walk with me."
He does so, walking sullenly beside them
He feels a presence weave between the trees beside him, a gentle hand outstretched. "Such a glum look.. tell me, how did they die?"
He takes their hand. "Mother and Father were slain by ghouls when i was young....my beloved....she...she was slain by a Hunter names Raddagorn..."
"Oh dear, my heart aches for you... I can assure you, their souls rest well. They are not angry at you because it was not your fault. If it was, they would claw their way out of heaven or hell and come for you."
"How do you know this...?"
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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.
"I smell it on you little sheep, do not worry though, all is forgiven." It said.
The hunters hands tremble as he sits down on the ground, tears streaking his face once more
It seems to watch for a moment before laying a hand on Apollon's head "Chin up little sheep,.all is not lost. Those years only burn the ground you walk on." It said.
"I do not cry for those i have killed....i cry for the ones i've lost....mother, father, my beloved...."
"Ah, such pain..." It said, pulling away "Come, stand up, and walk with me."
He does so, walking sullenly beside them
He feels a presence weave between the trees beside him, a gentle hand outstretched. "Such a glum look.. tell me, how did they die?"
He takes their hand. "Mother and Father were slain by ghouls when i was young....my beloved....she...she was slain by a Hunter names Raddagorn..."
"Oh dear, my heart aches for you... I can assure you, their souls rest well. They are not angry at you because it was not your fault. If it was, they would claw their way out of heaven or hell and come for you."
"How do you know this...?"
"My eyes, little sheep, I can see the spirits around me, below and above." It said, it's eyes looking ahead.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"I smell it on you little sheep, do not worry though, all is forgiven." It said.
The hunters hands tremble as he sits down on the ground, tears streaking his face once more
It seems to watch for a moment before laying a hand on Apollon's head "Chin up little sheep,.all is not lost. Those years only burn the ground you walk on." It said.
"I do not cry for those i have killed....i cry for the ones i've lost....mother, father, my beloved...."
"Ah, such pain..." It said, pulling away "Come, stand up, and walk with me."
He does so, walking sullenly beside them
He feels a presence weave between the trees beside him, a gentle hand outstretched. "Such a glum look.. tell me, how did they die?"
He takes their hand. "Mother and Father were slain by ghouls when i was young....my beloved....she...she was slain by a Hunter names Raddagorn..."
"Oh dear, my heart aches for you... I can assure you, their souls rest well. They are not angry at you because it was not your fault. If it was, they would claw their way out of heaven or hell and come for you."
"How do you know this...?"
"My eyes, little sheep, I can see the spirits around me, below and above." It said, it's eyes looking ahead.
"o-oh...." he mumbles
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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.
"I smell it on you little sheep, do not worry though, all is forgiven." It said.
The hunters hands tremble as he sits down on the ground, tears streaking his face once more
It seems to watch for a moment before laying a hand on Apollon's head "Chin up little sheep,.all is not lost. Those years only burn the ground you walk on." It said.
"I do not cry for those i have killed....i cry for the ones i've lost....mother, father, my beloved...."
"Ah, such pain..." It said, pulling away "Come, stand up, and walk with me."
He does so, walking sullenly beside them
He feels a presence weave between the trees beside him, a gentle hand outstretched. "Such a glum look.. tell me, how did they die?"
He takes their hand. "Mother and Father were slain by ghouls when i was young....my beloved....she...she was slain by a Hunter names Raddagorn..."
"Oh dear, my heart aches for you... I can assure you, their souls rest well. They are not angry at you because it was not your fault. If it was, they would claw their way out of heaven or hell and come for you."
"How do you know this...?"
"My eyes, little sheep, I can see the spirits around me, below and above." It said, it's eyes looking ahead.
It seems to watch for a moment before laying a hand on Apollon's head "Chin up little sheep,.all is not lost. Those years only burn the ground you walk on." It said.
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 do not cry for those i have killed....i cry for the ones i've lost....mother, father, my beloved...."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Ah, such pain..." It said, pulling away "Come, stand up, and walk with me."
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
He does so, walking sullenly beside them
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*so if you’re not planning on reviving him am I good for Mauric to start pursuing other men?*
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 feels a presence weave between the trees beside him, a gentle hand outstretched. "Such a glum look.. tell me, how did they die?"
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
*erm, i think i will actually revive him cause i remember liking to play him*
The door to the tavern opens as Nick staggers in, blood streaking his face and chest. His eyes scan the patrons as he looks for Mauric
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He takes their hand. "Mother and Father were slain by ghouls when i was young....my beloved....she...she was slain by a Hunter names Raddagorn..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*alright then, hope he gets a little less victimized this time*
Mauric looks up and his eyes widen massively. He sprints across the room, running to support Nick. “Y-you’re back!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Oh dear, my heart aches for you... I can assure you, their souls rest well. They are not angry at you because it was not your fault. If it was, they would claw their way out of heaven or hell and come for 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
*he will*
"I told ya i'd be back..." he says with a smile
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"How do you know this...?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"My eyes, little sheep, I can see the spirits around me, below and above." It said, it's eyes looking ahead.
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
*wendo wanna rp on the thing uhhh the mass?*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Course*
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
Mauric helps Nick over to the nearest place he can lie down and casts cure wounds in a 3rd level spell slot, healing 20 hit points of damage.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"o-oh...." he mumbles
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The wound heals as Nick smiles at them. "Sorry i was gone for so long..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You sound disappointed?" It 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
"no...i just miss them..i've done things to try and make them proud...but i have no idea if they are..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.