Three burning red triangular patterns hover in the air. The space where they overlap in the air forms a reddish portal. Through this portal steps an elegant yuan-ti malison fellow, or at least something with the form of a yuan-ti. This being has a rather long neck and a viper-like head. His scales are ashen and his irises are split into vermillion and emerald hemispheres. He is dressed in numerous interwoven sections of luxurious silks, creating a decadent yet disorderly aesthetic. Small fires form at his every step, and he carries himself with an air of condescension and domination.
"Not every problem can be willed through, your highness!" He speaks with a bitter cruelness. "Ever heard of depression? Anxiety? PTSD? Ever had your flesh melted by your own people? Oh, wait, yes you have! Those knives were dosed with enough poison to kill an ox! You're strong. Good genetics. Good upbringing. Good heart. Not everyone has those. Don't you dare call me weak for not being as lucky as you. I had no choice or control for most of my life, and it was by blind luck that I had been skilled enough in spice alchemy to help myself. It was by blind luck that I could save my fellow soldiers from the gas that we made. It was by blind luck that I became as strong as I am now! I have worked ages for my power, for the strength to walk and breathe, and I got lucky enough for that to work out for me. Not everyone is so fortunate."
He stands up the moment he says lucky. He walks over to Cal, taking off his mask and looking him in the eyes “Do I look lucky to you? Every day my flesh falls off my body, I bleed with every movement, I cannot touch anyone with my hand again at the risk of spreading my affection. I may have survived the unsurvivable but that wasn’t because of luck.” He then reaches out his arms, and hugs Cal “We are brothers in suffering, we should not argue in this fashion.”
Cathan shakes violently. "There are people with far worse out there. And you may have an indomitable will, but not everyone does. I don't. I need my spices to think, to live, to move without screaming. The weight of mere air on my skin is unbearable agony. I can't close my eyes without seeing the corpses of my friends once more. I had to either feel nothing or die, and I'd rather be around to help people who suffered like I have. People who have unavoidable, unmanageable pain. My case was extreme. I want there to be no more like it. Ever. Again."
Three burning red triangular patterns hover in the air. The space where they overlap in the air forms a reddish portal. Through this portal steps an elegant yuan-ti malison fellow, or at least something with the form of a yuan-ti. This being has a rather long neck and a viper-like head. His scales are ashen and his irises are split into vermillion and emerald hemispheres. He is dressed in numerous interwoven sections of luxurious silks, creating a decadent yet disorderly aesthetic. Small fires form at his every step, and he carries himself with an air of condescension and domination.
*Ack, I have the perfect character for this but I haven't finished their reworked design or character sheet yet. They're a demon prince and are absolutely gorgeous. I posted their power set earlier.*
Three burning red triangular patterns hover in the air. The space where they overlap in the air forms a reddish portal. Through this portal steps an elegant yuan-ti malison fellow, or at least something with the form of a yuan-ti. This being has a rather long neck and a viper-like head. His scales are ashen and his irises are split into vermillion and emerald hemispheres. He is dressed in numerous interwoven sections of luxurious silks, creating a decadent yet disorderly aesthetic. Small fires form at his every step, and he carries himself with an air of condescension and domination.
*Ack, I have the perfect character for this but I haven't finished their reworked design or character sheet yet. They're a demon prince and are absolutely gorgeous. I posted their power set earlier.*
*I saw. The ironic thing is, this new character is also an archdemon. This is just Riotan the Ivory Serpent in his false saviour form that he uses when trying to sway mortals to his side*
"Not every problem can be willed through, your highness!" He speaks with a bitter cruelness. "Ever heard of depression? Anxiety? PTSD? Ever had your flesh melted by your own people? Oh, wait, yes you have! Those knives were dosed with enough poison to kill an ox! You're strong. Good genetics. Good upbringing. Good heart. Not everyone has those. Don't you dare call me weak for not being as lucky as you. I had no choice or control for most of my life, and it was by blind luck that I had been skilled enough in spice alchemy to help myself. It was by blind luck that I could save my fellow soldiers from the gas that we made. It was by blind luck that I became as strong as I am now! I have worked ages for my power, for the strength to walk and breathe, and I got lucky enough for that to work out for me. Not everyone is so fortunate."
He stands up the moment he says lucky. He walks over to Cal, taking off his mask and looking him in the eyes “Do I look lucky to you? Every day my flesh falls off my body, I bleed with every movement, I cannot touch anyone with my hand again at the risk of spreading my affection. I may have survived the unsurvivable but that wasn’t because of luck.” He then reaches out his arms, and hugs Cal “We are brothers in suffering, we should not argue in this fashion.”
Cathan shakes violently. "There are people with far worse out there. And you may have an indomitable will, but not everyone does. I don't. I need my spices to think, to live, to move without screaming. The weight of mere air on my skin is unbearable agony. I can't close my eyes without seeing the corpses of my friends once more. I had to either feel nothing or die, and I'd rather be around to help people who suffered like I have. People who have unavoidable, unmanageable pain. My case was extreme. I want there to be no more like it. Ever. Again."
The Leper doesn’t reply, he simply hugs him, providing the comfort he may not have gotten in a long time. He holds him carefully, just giving them both a moment of peace through their turbulent pain and affection.
Grove shushes him “Last I check, Thirteen doesn’t talk to inanimate suits of armor or Halloween decorations.”
No vitals, no nothing, until his eyes shoot open and his heart starts back up. He shoots up with a start “WHY DOES THAT KEEP HAPPENING?!”
He turns his eyes up, and puts his bag of gold on the counter, still shaking.
Thirteen rolls his eyes and continues digging.
“The [gp] was that?!”
“Thank you for your purchase, good sir!” Klei says cheerfully.
“I don’t [gp]ing know?!” He says, touching his chest confused.
He walks nearby, sitting down, having sensed that he is sick, he will help him later as he puts the picture into the frame.
“Has this happened before!!?”
Klei just watches him, his mind feeling rather fevered and imbalanced.
“It happened after I ate a god heart. I guess this just happens now.”
Eventually he walks back over “You are diseased. Do you wish to have aid?”
“YOU ATE A WHAT?”
He thinks for a second. “Diseased? Oh no, my eye’s always like this. It got pulled out by a hook horror.”
He looks at his hands “Oh that makes sense. I ate a god heart, a friend got it for me somehow. It was supposed to fix my soul.”
“I am not talking about your eyes, I can sense disease. You shall be helped, unless you do not seek it. I will not ask anything of you in return, for this frame is all I’ve wanted in a long time.”
Three burning red triangular patterns hover in the air. The space where they overlap in the air forms a reddish portal. Through this portal steps an elegant yuan-ti malison fellow, or at least something with the form of a yuan-ti. This being has a rather long neck and a viper-like head. His scales are ashen and his irises are split into vermillion and emerald hemispheres. He is dressed in numerous interwoven sections of luxurious silks, creating a decadent yet disorderly aesthetic. Small fires form at his every step, and he carries himself with an air of condescension and domination.
*Ack, I have the perfect character for this but I haven't finished their reworked design or character sheet yet. They're a demon prince and are absolutely gorgeous. I posted their power set earlier.*
*I saw. The ironic thing is, this new character is also an archdemon. This is just Riotan the Ivory Serpent in his false saviour form that he uses when trying to sway mortals to his side*
*I'll play with a simple, improvised design and character sheet for now.*
A lean, impossibly handsome man with sunglasses, stylish clothes, and a shining gold scarf walks over, eating an apple from a large picnic basket held in one arm. A little soot sprite bounces on the basket's cover, eager to meet a new friend. The man smooths back his long, blonde hair. "Hey there, pal. You another demon?"
Grove shushes him “Last I check, Thirteen doesn’t talk to inanimate suits of armor or Halloween decorations.”
No vitals, no nothing, until his eyes shoot open and his heart starts back up. He shoots up with a start “WHY DOES THAT KEEP HAPPENING?!”
He turns his eyes up, and puts his bag of gold on the counter, still shaking.
Thirteen rolls his eyes and continues digging.
“The [gp] was that?!”
“Thank you for your purchase, good sir!” Klei says cheerfully.
“I don’t [gp]ing know?!” He says, touching his chest confused.
He walks nearby, sitting down, having sensed that he is sick, he will help him later as he puts the picture into the frame.
“Has this happened before!!?”
Klei just watches him, his mind feeling rather fevered and imbalanced.
“It happened after I ate a god heart. I guess this just happens now.”
Eventually he walks back over “You are diseased. Do you wish to have aid?”
“YOU ATE A WHAT?”
He thinks for a second. “Diseased? Oh no, my eye’s always like this. It got pulled out by a hook horror.”
He looks at his hands “Oh that makes sense. I ate a god heart, a friend got it for me somehow. It was supposed to fix my soul.”
“I am not talking about your eyes, I can sense disease. You shall be helped, unless you do not seek it. I will not ask anything of you in return, for this frame is all I’ve wanted in a long time.”
“HOW DID YOU GET THAT?!?!?!?!”
“…okay.”
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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.
Cathan shakes violently. "There are people with far worse out there. And you may have an indomitable will, but not everyone does. I don't. I need my spices to think, to live, to move without screaming. The weight of mere air on my skin is unbearable agony. I can't close my eyes without seeing the corpses of my friends once more. I had to either feel nothing or die, and I'd rather be around to help people who suffered like I have. People who have unavoidable, unmanageable pain. My case was extreme. I want there to be no more like it. Ever. Again."
The Leper doesn’t reply, he simply hugs him, providing the comfort he may not have gotten in a long time. He holds him carefully, just giving them both a moment of peace through their turbulent pain and affection.
Cathan simply stands there for a moment. After a minute, the Leper notices a strange feeling in his arms, as though a pressure had been removed. The Cathan he's holding is a hallucination. The real one evidently slipped out without the Leper noticing. Incredible skill for such a pointless effort.
Grove shushes him “Last I check, Thirteen doesn’t talk to inanimate suits of armor or Halloween decorations.”
No vitals, no nothing, until his eyes shoot open and his heart starts back up. He shoots up with a start “WHY DOES THAT KEEP HAPPENING?!”
He turns his eyes up, and puts his bag of gold on the counter, still shaking.
Thirteen rolls his eyes and continues digging.
“The [gp] was that?!”
“Thank you for your purchase, good sir!” Klei says cheerfully.
“I don’t [gp]ing know?!” He says, touching his chest confused.
He walks nearby, sitting down, having sensed that he is sick, he will help him later as he puts the picture into the frame.
“Has this happened before!!?”
Klei just watches him, his mind feeling rather fevered and imbalanced.
“It happened after I ate a god heart. I guess this just happens now.”
Eventually he walks back over “You are diseased. Do you wish to have aid?”
“YOU ATE A WHAT?”
He thinks for a second. “Diseased? Oh no, my eye’s always like this. It got pulled out by a hook horror.”
He looks at his hands “Oh that makes sense. I ate a god heart, a friend got it for me somehow. It was supposed to fix my soul.”
“I am not talking about your eyes, I can sense disease. You shall be helped, unless you do not seek it. I will not ask anything of you in return, for this frame is all I’ve wanted in a long time.”
“HOW DID YOU GET THAT?!?!?!?!”
“…okay.”
“I didn’t. My friend got it and never explained from where.” *Fun fact, Damian is a minor archdemon. Of course he doesn’t know this, nor does he care*
John reaches out a hand, golden, and tries to cure the thing infecting them.
Three burning red triangular patterns hover in the air. The space where they overlap in the air forms a reddish portal. Through this portal steps an elegant yuan-ti malison fellow, or at least something with the form of a yuan-ti. This being has a rather long neck and a viper-like head. His scales are ashen and his irises are split into vermillion and emerald hemispheres. He is dressed in numerous interwoven sections of luxurious silks, creating a decadent yet disorderly aesthetic. Small fires form at his every step, and he carries himself with an air of condescension and domination.
*Ack, I have the perfect character for this but I haven't finished their reworked design or character sheet yet. They're a demon prince and are absolutely gorgeous. I posted their power set earlier.*
*I saw. The ironic thing is, this new character is also an archdemon. This is just Riotan the Ivory Serpent in his false saviour form that he uses when trying to sway mortals to his side*
*I'll play with a simple, improvised design and character sheet for now.*
A lean, impossibly handsome man with sunglasses, stylish clothes, and a shining gold scarf walks over, eating an apple from a large picnic basket held in one arm. A little soot sprite bounces on the basket's cover, eager to meet a new friend. The man smooths back his long, blonde hair. "Hey there, pal. You another demon?"
The snake fellow seems rather offput by Dyscharist’s sudden appearance. “Who’s asking?”
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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.
Cathan shakes violently. "There are people with far worse out there. And you may have an indomitable will, but not everyone does. I don't. I need my spices to think, to live, to move without screaming. The weight of mere air on my skin is unbearable agony. I can't close my eyes without seeing the corpses of my friends once more. I had to either feel nothing or die, and I'd rather be around to help people who suffered like I have. People who have unavoidable, unmanageable pain. My case was extreme. I want there to be no more like it. Ever. Again."
The Leper doesn’t reply, he simply hugs him, providing the comfort he may not have gotten in a long time. He holds him carefully, just giving them both a moment of peace through their turbulent pain and affection.
Cathan simply stands there for a moment. After a minute, the Leper notices a strange feeling in his arms, as though a pressure had been removed. The Cathan he's holding is a hallucination. The real one evidently slipped out without the Leper noticing. Incredible skill for such a pointless effort.
He doesn’t follow, looking to the door he entered from with a sad expression before turning back to Prospero, “He is suffering greatly. Greater than even I, but that may be because I have accepted my pain.”
*I'll play with a simple, improvised design and character sheet for now.*
A lean, impossibly handsome man with sunglasses, stylish clothes, and a shining gold scarf walks over, eating an apple from a large picnic basket held in one arm. A little soot sprite bounces on the basket's cover, eager to meet a new friend. The man smooths back his long, blonde hair. "Hey there, pal. You another demon?"
The snake fellow seems rather offput by Dyscharist’s sudden appearance. “Who’s asking?”
"Another demon." He tosses the serpent a small, fuzzy object that can't be readily identified.
Grove shushes him “Last I check, Thirteen doesn’t talk to inanimate suits of armor or Halloween decorations.”
No vitals, no nothing, until his eyes shoot open and his heart starts back up. He shoots up with a start “WHY DOES THAT KEEP HAPPENING?!”
He turns his eyes up, and puts his bag of gold on the counter, still shaking.
Thirteen rolls his eyes and continues digging.
“The [gp] was that?!”
“Thank you for your purchase, good sir!” Klei says cheerfully.
“I don’t [gp]ing know?!” He says, touching his chest confused.
He walks nearby, sitting down, having sensed that he is sick, he will help him later as he puts the picture into the frame.
“Has this happened before!!?”
Klei just watches him, his mind feeling rather fevered and imbalanced.
“It happened after I ate a god heart. I guess this just happens now.”
Eventually he walks back over “You are diseased. Do you wish to have aid?”
“YOU ATE A WHAT?”
He thinks for a second. “Diseased? Oh no, my eye’s always like this. It got pulled out by a hook horror.”
He looks at his hands “Oh that makes sense. I ate a god heart, a friend got it for me somehow. It was supposed to fix my soul.”
“I am not talking about your eyes, I can sense disease. You shall be helped, unless you do not seek it. I will not ask anything of you in return, for this frame is all I’ve wanted in a long time.”
“HOW DID YOU GET THAT?!?!?!?!”
“…okay.”
“I didn’t. My friend got it and never explained from where.” *Fun fact, Damian is a minor archdemon. Of course he doesn’t know this, nor does he care*
John reaches out a hand, golden, and tries to cure the thing infecting them.
*oh cool. also since lawrence is the one doing the whole blight thing, it’s up to him whether or not this cures it*
*I'll play with a simple, improvised design and character sheet for now.*
A lean, impossibly handsome man with sunglasses, stylish clothes, and a shining gold scarf walks over, eating an apple from a large picnic basket held in one arm. A little soot sprite bounces on the basket's cover, eager to meet a new friend. The man smooths back his long, blonde hair. "Hey there, pal. You another demon?"
The snake fellow seems rather offput by Dyscharist’s sudden appearance. “Who’s asking?”
"Another demon." He tosses the serpent a small, fuzzy object that can't be readily identified.
Riotan catches it deftly, examining it. “That’s for me to know, I’d say.”
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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.
Cathan simply stands there for a moment. After a minute, the Leper notices a strange feeling in his arms, as though a pressure had been removed. The Cathan he's holding is a hallucination. The real one evidently slipped out without the Leper noticing. Incredible skill for such a pointless effort.
He doesn’t follow, looking to the door he entered from with a sad expression before turning back to Prospero, “He is suffering greatly. Greater than even I, but that may be because I have accepted my pain.”
"He scares me. He doesn't listen to reason. He kills because he has a cruel purpose in his heart, but I don't know what it is. I don't think he believes he can heal, but he certainly hasn't accepted his pain." He shakes his head. "I hope he gets better."
Grove shushes him “Last I check, Thirteen doesn’t talk to inanimate suits of armor or Halloween decorations.”
No vitals, no nothing, until his eyes shoot open and his heart starts back up. He shoots up with a start “WHY DOES THAT KEEP HAPPENING?!”
He turns his eyes up, and puts his bag of gold on the counter, still shaking.
Thirteen rolls his eyes and continues digging.
“The [gp] was that?!”
“Thank you for your purchase, good sir!” Klei says cheerfully.
“I don’t [gp]ing know?!” He says, touching his chest confused.
He walks nearby, sitting down, having sensed that he is sick, he will help him later as he puts the picture into the frame.
“Has this happened before!!?”
Klei just watches him, his mind feeling rather fevered and imbalanced.
“It happened after I ate a god heart. I guess this just happens now.”
Eventually he walks back over “You are diseased. Do you wish to have aid?”
“YOU ATE A WHAT?”
He thinks for a second. “Diseased? Oh no, my eye’s always like this. It got pulled out by a hook horror.”
He looks at his hands “Oh that makes sense. I ate a god heart, a friend got it for me somehow. It was supposed to fix my soul.”
“I am not talking about your eyes, I can sense disease. You shall be helped, unless you do not seek it. I will not ask anything of you in return, for this frame is all I’ve wanted in a long time.”
“HOW DID YOU GET THAT?!?!?!?!”
“…okay.”
“I didn’t. My friend got it and never explained from where.” *Fun fact, Damian is a minor archdemon. Of course he doesn’t know this, nor does he care*
John reaches out a hand, golden, and tries to cure the thing infecting them.
*oh cool. also since lawrence is the one doing the whole blight thing, it’s up to him whether or not this cures it*
“What friend?!?!?!?!”
“My angel friend.”
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*Don't make me kissy kissy 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
*time to bring back the guy from the hole*
Three burning red triangular patterns hover in the air. The space where they overlap in the air forms a reddish portal. Through this portal steps an elegant yuan-ti malison fellow, or at least something with the form of a yuan-ti. This being has a rather long neck and a viper-like head. His scales are ashen and his irises are split into vermillion and emerald hemispheres. He is dressed in numerous interwoven sections of luxurious silks, creating a decadent yet disorderly aesthetic. Small fires form at his every step, and he carries himself with an air of condescension and domination.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Cathan shakes violently. "There are people with far worse out there. And you may have an indomitable will, but not everyone does. I don't. I need my spices to think, to live, to move without screaming. The weight of mere air on my skin is unbearable agony. I can't close my eyes without seeing the corpses of my friends once more. I had to either feel nothing or die, and I'd rather be around to help people who suffered like I have. People who have unavoidable, unmanageable pain. My case was extreme. I want there to be no more like it. Ever. Again."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“YOU ATE A WHAT?”
He thinks for a second. “Diseased? Oh no, my eye’s always like this. It got pulled out by a hook horror.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Ack, I have the perfect character for this but I haven't finished their reworked design or character sheet yet. They're a demon prince and are absolutely gorgeous. I posted their power set earlier.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I saw. The ironic thing is, this new character is also an archdemon. This is just Riotan the Ivory Serpent in his false saviour form that he uses when trying to sway mortals to his side*
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 Leper doesn’t reply, he simply hugs him, providing the comfort he may not have gotten in a long time. He holds him carefully, just giving them both a moment of peace through their turbulent pain and affection.
He looks at his hands “Oh that makes sense. I ate a god heart, a friend got it for me somehow. It was supposed to fix my soul.”
“I am not talking about your eyes, I can sense disease. You shall be helped, unless you do not seek it. I will not ask anything of you in return, for this frame is all I’ve wanted in a long time.”
*I'll play with a simple, improvised design and character sheet for now.*
A lean, impossibly handsome man with sunglasses, stylish clothes, and a shining gold scarf walks over, eating an apple from a large picnic basket held in one arm. A little soot sprite bounces on the basket's cover, eager to meet a new friend. The man smooths back his long, blonde hair. "Hey there, pal. You another demon?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“HOW DID YOU GET THAT?!?!?!?!”
“…okay.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Cathan simply stands there for a moment. After a minute, the Leper notices a strange feeling in his arms, as though a pressure had been removed. The Cathan he's holding is a hallucination. The real one evidently slipped out without the Leper noticing. Incredible skill for such a pointless effort.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I didn’t. My friend got it and never explained from where.” *Fun fact, Damian is a minor archdemon. Of course he doesn’t know this, nor does he care*
John reaches out a hand, golden, and tries to cure the thing infecting them.
The snake fellow seems rather offput by Dyscharist’s sudden appearance. “Who’s asking?”
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 doesn’t follow, looking to the door he entered from with a sad expression before turning back to Prospero, “He is suffering greatly. Greater than even I, but that may be because I have accepted my pain.”
"Another demon." He tosses the serpent a small, fuzzy object that can't be readily identified.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*oh cool. also since lawrence is the one doing the whole blight thing, it’s up to him whether or not this cures it*
“What friend?!?!?!?!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Riotan catches it deftly, examining it. “That’s for me to know, I’d say.”
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 scares me. He doesn't listen to reason. He kills because he has a cruel purpose in his heart, but I don't know what it is. I don't think he believes he can heal, but he certainly hasn't accepted his pain." He shakes his head. "I hope he gets better."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It sloshes as though it were filled with liquid, but it seems to have bones.
"Well, feel free to join me. I've got my basket of holding, several rats filled with fine wine, and even an Ortolan or two."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“My angel friend.”