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."
“What, you think since I’m a snake, I automatically love eating birds and rats whole?” Riotan grins. “Because if so, you’d be right.”
"I had these before you came along, but I thought they'd entice you more than strawberry cream sandwiches and fresh croissants." He waves Riotan over and incinerates a small clearing for them to sit down in.
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."
“What, you think since I’m a snake, I automatically love eating birds and rats whole?” Riotan grins. “Because if so, you’d be right.”
"I had these before you came along, but I thought they'd entice you more than strawberry cream sandwiches and fresh croissants." He waves Riotan over and incinerates a small clearing for them to sit down in.
*gtg for DnD!*
*so long!*
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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.
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.”
“So… did it resemble like a human heart? Or was it more like some kind of animal organ? Or was it completely novel and unlike anything ever seen?”
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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."
“It’s not likely he will. He may not have a will of indomitable force when it comes to experiencing pain, but his conviction seems to be just that strong.” He then begins to help those here out of their restraints.
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.”
“So… did it resemble like a human heart? Or was it more like some kind of animal organ? Or was it completely novel and unlike anything ever seen?”
“It looked like a human heart, but it was golden, bleeding golden blood, and still beating despite not being attached to anything.”
“Huh. That sounds kinda familiar for some reason. But, uh, are you sure you’re alright?”
“Well this is the second time I’ve died and didn’t stay dead. So I think I’ll be fine. If I die again though you should just check.”
“Okay.” Mauric goes to retrieve his dropped glass, which thankfully didn’t break. “What were you saying about a good day then?”
“I was saying everything just feels right today. I’m not going to let me dying ruin my day.” He grabs his lute and begins to play, headed towards his garden.
*hey, I have an idea. After this blight thing blows over, which I just realised my character;s equipped for, could there be a gala?*
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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)
“Huh. That sounds kinda familiar for some reason. But, uh, are you sure you’re alright?”
“Well this is the second time I’ve died and didn’t stay dead. So I think I’ll be fine. If I die again though you should just check.”
“Okay.” Mauric goes to retrieve his dropped glass, which thankfully didn’t break. “What were you saying about a good day then?”
“I was saying everything just feels right today. I’m not going to let me dying ruin my day.” He grabs his lute and begins to play, headed towards his garden.
“I hope your luck holds up.” Mauric clambers back up onto the roof and gets more coffee.
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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.
*hey, I have an idea. After this blight thing blows over, which I just realised my character;s equipped for, could there be a gala?*
*that sounds really fun*
*i thinks o too*
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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'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)
*wlcome* Fira is poring through her bag of spellscrolls and potions trying to find something for the blight
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*wlcome* Fira is poring through her bag of spellscrolls and potions trying to find something for the blight
Thirteen has finished making his spooktacular wonderland and returns to the inn. He sees Fira searching for a cure. “What are you doing?”
"Something here has to work"
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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)
“What, you think since I’m a snake, I automatically love eating birds and rats whole?” Riotan grins. “Because if so, you’d be right.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I had these before you came along, but I thought they'd entice you more than strawberry cream sandwiches and fresh croissants." He waves Riotan over and incinerates a small clearing for them to sit down in.
*gtg for DnD!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*so long!*
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… did it resemble like a human heart? Or was it more like some kind of animal organ? Or was it completely novel and unlike anything ever seen?”
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’s not likely he will. He may not have a will of indomitable force when it comes to experiencing pain, but his conviction seems to be just that strong.” He then begins to help those here out of their restraints.
“It looked like a human heart, but it was golden, bleeding golden blood, and still beating despite not being attached to anything.”
*cut*
“Huh. That sounds kinda familiar for some reason. But, uh, are you sure you’re alright?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Well this is the second time I’ve died and didn’t stay dead. So I think I’ll be fine. If I die again though you should just check.”
“Okay.” Mauric goes to retrieve his dropped glass, which thankfully didn’t break. “What were you saying about a good day then?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“I was saying everything just feels right today. I’m not going to let me dying ruin my day.” He grabs his lute and begins to play, headed towards his garden.
*hey, I have an idea. After this blight thing blows over, which I just realised my character;s equipped for, could there be a gala?*
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 hope your luck holds up.” Mauric clambers back up onto the roof and gets more coffee.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*that sounds really fun*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*i thinks o too*
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)
*helo>*
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)
*just got 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.
*wlcome*
Fira is poring through her bag of spellscrolls and potions trying to find something for the blight
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)
Thirteen has finished making his spooktacular wonderland and returns to the inn. He sees Fira searching for a cure. “What are you doing?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Something here has to work"
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)
“Work for what?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.