*I was gone for two minutes, what insanity have I come back to?*
*Did you see the power I came up with for Felix?*
*It's strong, but dependent on how vulnerable the opponent is to poisons and diseases. It would be practically useless against someone like Cathan or Shredder, but I like it.*
*He can also basically inflict exhaustion, but he needs to build it up in himself first. Once again, useless against people with total anatomical control due to the fact that he's primarily boosting melatonin and lactic acid, but pretty cool.*
*He can also glow!*
*Oh, and thanks for mentioning Cathan, I wasn't sure if he was memorable or not.*
*Cathan is memorable, to me at least. Maybe it's just my love of good guy/bad guy characters.
Being able to make people weaker over time is a very useful ability, unfortunately there are like four people on this thread who would be affected by it, either way I think it's pretty awesome.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Kazekiri, the Wind Yokai, is playing a round of Sugoruko against a Spirit. She is helping them learn it while also being sneaky and letting them win. She sips a fresh cup of green tea that seems to refill every couple of seconds.
Krist is stitching his coat up from where it had torn on some brambles. He hums to himself, a song about people praying to the gods of war to save them from certain doom in a battle.
The Oracle, a very large Chimera that hides in its cave under the tavern, is looking over its tarot cards. The cards read 'The Fool Reversed' 'The Ace of Pentacles' and the 'Five of Wands'.
Kazekiri, the Wind Yokai, is playing a round of Sugoruko against a Spirit. She is helping them learn it while also being sneaky and letting them win. She sips a fresh cup of green tea that seems to refill every couple of seconds.
Krist is stitching his coat up from where it had torn on some brambles. He hums to himself, a song about people praying to the gods of war to save them from certain doom in a battle.
Something watches them, Kazekiri cannot easily tell where from, though they know for certain it is not a fellow spirit, something far worse, more vile and evil.
John is sharpening his blade, and eating the bones of smited skeletons, a song of his own being hummed, until he begins to hear theirs, listening silently, providing the occasional foot tap.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Kazekiri, the Wind Yokai, is playing a round of Sugoruko against a Spirit. She is helping them learn it while also being sneaky and letting them win. She sips a fresh cup of green tea that seems to refill every couple of seconds.
Krist is stitching his coat up from where it had torn on some brambles. He hums to himself, a song about people praying to the gods of war to save them from certain doom in a battle.
Something watches them, Kazekiri cannot easily tell where from, though they know for certain it is not a fellow spirit, something far worse, more vile and evil.
John is sharpening his blade, and eating the bones of smited skeletons, a song of his own being hummed, until he begins to hear theirs, listening silently, providing the occasional foot tap.
She raises a brow, looking up. With a wave of her hand, she summons her pipe. Its made of bird bone and shaped like rolling clouds. She lights it, taking a deep inhale and exhaling. [The mixture allows her eyes to see creatures ' auras for up to 100 ft.]
Krsit looks up, smiling warmly. He stands up, leaning on his cane and hobbling over. "Hello son.. How are you?"
*Never mind, I'm very sick to my stomach and will not be volunteering today.*
*Mom says it looks really bad to not show up, since I do it almost every week, but my little brother says that because of that I've I've already done good.*
*Never mind, I'm very sick to my stomach and will not be volunteering today.*
*Mom says it looks really bad to not show up, since I do it almost every week, but my little brother says that because of that I've I've already done good.*
Kazekiri, the Wind Yokai, is playing a round of Sugoruko against a Spirit. She is helping them learn it while also being sneaky and letting them win. She sips a fresh cup of green tea that seems to refill every couple of seconds.
Krist is stitching his coat up from where it had torn on some brambles. He hums to himself, a song about people praying to the gods of war to save them from certain doom in a battle.
Something watches them, Kazekiri cannot easily tell where from, though they know for certain it is not a fellow spirit, something far worse, more vile and evil.
John is sharpening his blade, and eating the bones of smited skeletons, a song of his own being hummed, until he begins to hear theirs, listening silently, providing the occasional foot tap.
She raises a brow, looking up. With a wave of her hand, she summons her pipe. Its made of bird bone and shaped like rolling clouds. She lights it, taking a deep inhale and exhaling. [The mixture allows her eyes to see creatures ' auras for up to 100 ft.]
Krsit looks up, smiling warmly. He stands up, leaning on his cane and hobbling over. "Hello son.. How are you?"
She finds Shredder, watching them both from the treetops, not invisible, simply so stealthy that he was barely able to be noticed. He looks them in the eyes, standing on a tree branch that should support his weight.
John takes his blade off his lap, sticking it into the ground, placing down the rib he was eating "I am doing well. How are you elder?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Never mind, I'm very sick to my stomach and will not be volunteering today.*
*Mom says it looks really bad to not show up, since I do it almost every week, but my little brother says that because of that I've I've already done good.*
*I hope you feel better man, I'm prayin for ya.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Never mind, I'm very sick to my stomach and will not be volunteering today.*
*Mom says it looks really bad to not show up, since I do it almost every week, but my little brother says that because of that I've I've already done good.*
*You going to be okay?*
*I believe so. It's likely stress as opposed to disease or food poisoning.*
Kazekiri, the Wind Yokai, is playing a round of Sugoruko against a Spirit. She is helping them learn it while also being sneaky and letting them win. She sips a fresh cup of green tea that seems to refill every couple of seconds.
Krist is stitching his coat up from where it had torn on some brambles. He hums to himself, a song about people praying to the gods of war to save them from certain doom in a battle.
Something watches them, Kazekiri cannot easily tell where from, though they know for certain it is not a fellow spirit, something far worse, more vile and evil.
John is sharpening his blade, and eating the bones of smited skeletons, a song of his own being hummed, until he begins to hear theirs, listening silently, providing the occasional foot tap.
She raises a brow, looking up. With a wave of her hand, she summons her pipe. Its made of bird bone and shaped like rolling clouds. She lights it, taking a deep inhale and exhaling. [The mixture allows her eyes to see creatures ' auras for up to 100 ft.]
Krsit looks up, smiling warmly. He stands up, leaning on his cane and hobbling over. "Hello son.. How are you?"
She finds Shredder, watching them both from the treetops, not invisible, simply so stealthy that he was barely able to be noticed. He looks them in the eyes, standing on a tree branch that should support his weight.
John takes his blade off his lap, sticking it into the ground, placing down the rib he was eating "I am doing well. How are you elder?"
She chuckles to herself and watches him for a moment before standing up. She bows to the spirit, and it disappears before her. She walks over to him, looking up and tilting her head "May I help you?"
"I am well, thank you." He said, pushing his glasses back up his nose "What are you making? Looks like a fine blade."
*Never mind, I'm very sick to my stomach and will not be volunteering today.*
*Mom says it looks really bad to not show up, since I do it almost every week, but my little brother says that because of that I've I've already done good.*
*You going to be okay?*
*I believe so. It's likely stress as opposed to disease or food poisoning.*
Kazekiri, the Wind Yokai, is playing a round of Sugoruko against a Spirit. She is helping them learn it while also being sneaky and letting them win. She sips a fresh cup of green tea that seems to refill every couple of seconds.
Krist is stitching his coat up from where it had torn on some brambles. He hums to himself, a song about people praying to the gods of war to save them from certain doom in a battle.
Something watches them, Kazekiri cannot easily tell where from, though they know for certain it is not a fellow spirit, something far worse, more vile and evil.
John is sharpening his blade, and eating the bones of smited skeletons, a song of his own being hummed, until he begins to hear theirs, listening silently, providing the occasional foot tap.
She raises a brow, looking up. With a wave of her hand, she summons her pipe. Its made of bird bone and shaped like rolling clouds. She lights it, taking a deep inhale and exhaling. [The mixture allows her eyes to see creatures ' auras for up to 100 ft.]
Krsit looks up, smiling warmly. He stands up, leaning on his cane and hobbling over. "Hello son.. How are you?"
She finds Shredder, watching them both from the treetops, not invisible, simply so stealthy that he was barely able to be noticed. He looks them in the eyes, standing on a tree branch that should support his weight.
John takes his blade off his lap, sticking it into the ground, placing down the rib he was eating "I am doing well. How are you elder?"
She chuckles to herself and watches him for a moment before standing up. She bows to the spirit, and it disappears before her. She walks over to him, looking up and tilting her head "May I help you?"
"I am well, thank you." He said, pushing his glasses back up his nose "What are you making? Looks like a fine blade."
He steps from the tree branch to the ground, his eyes cold as stone "You were letting them win by a large margin." He says, squinting at them, malice emanating from every facet of his being.
He puts the blade into his lap, shining like the sun in the sky with holy power "Thank you, it is what I use to smite the unholy. My only companion during the crusades."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Kazekiri, the Wind Yokai, is playing a round of Sugoruko against a Spirit. She is helping them learn it while also being sneaky and letting them win. She sips a fresh cup of green tea that seems to refill every couple of seconds.
Krist is stitching his coat up from where it had torn on some brambles. He hums to himself, a song about people praying to the gods of war to save them from certain doom in a battle.
Something watches them, Kazekiri cannot easily tell where from, though they know for certain it is not a fellow spirit, something far worse, more vile and evil.
John is sharpening his blade, and eating the bones of smited skeletons, a song of his own being hummed, until he begins to hear theirs, listening silently, providing the occasional foot tap.
She raises a brow, looking up. With a wave of her hand, she summons her pipe. Its made of bird bone and shaped like rolling clouds. She lights it, taking a deep inhale and exhaling. [The mixture allows her eyes to see creatures ' auras for up to 100 ft.]
Krsit looks up, smiling warmly. He stands up, leaning on his cane and hobbling over. "Hello son.. How are you?"
She finds Shredder, watching them both from the treetops, not invisible, simply so stealthy that he was barely able to be noticed. He looks them in the eyes, standing on a tree branch that should support his weight.
John takes his blade off his lap, sticking it into the ground, placing down the rib he was eating "I am doing well. How are you elder?"
She chuckles to herself and watches him for a moment before standing up. She bows to the spirit, and it disappears before her. She walks over to him, looking up and tilting her head "May I help you?"
"I am well, thank you." He said, pushing his glasses back up his nose "What are you making? Looks like a fine blade."
He steps from the tree branch to the ground, his eyes cold as stone "You were letting them win by a large margin." He says, squinting at them, malice emanating from every facet of his being.
He puts the blade into his lap, shining like the sun in the sky with holy power "Thank you, it is what I use to smite the unholy. My only companion during the crusades."
She nods "I am. Is that an issue for you?" She asked, raising a brow.
"A very good blade indeed, well made in every facet. Good swords are hard to find these days unfortunately."
Felix is eepin' in the woods, clutching a half-empty bottle of gourmet brandy. He looks super soft and cozy.
Cathan is laying against a wall in an alley, clutching his side and thrashing in pain and terror. His sobs are painfully loud.
Prospero is inspiring the citizenry the best he can.
Kazekiri, the Wind Yokai, is playing a round of Sugoruko against a Spirit. She is helping them learn it while also being sneaky and letting them win. She sips a fresh cup of green tea that seems to refill every couple of seconds.
Krist is stitching his coat up from where it had torn on some brambles. He hums to himself, a song about people praying to the gods of war to save them from certain doom in a battle.
The Oracle, a very large Chimera that hides in its cave under the tavern, is looking over its tarot cards. The cards read 'The Fool Reversed' 'The Ace of Pentacles' and the 'Five of Wands'.
Felix is eepin' in the woods, clutching a half-empty bottle of gourmet brandy. He looks super soft and cozy.
Cathan is laying against a wall in an alley, clutching his side and thrashing in pain and terror. His sobs are painfully loud.
Prospero is inspiring the citizenry the best he can.
Loriche is heading back to camp and almost trips over him.
Riotan, attracted by pain, makes his way to the alley.
He wakes up. "Oh.. hey." He holds out a handpaw. "I'm Felix. Do you know where I am?"
Cathan's red eyes turn. "You... you want to take it from me, don't you? Rotten... traitor!" He spits, but his entire head is covered by his headscarf, so it doesn't go anywhere.
Blanc the flower girl is at her stand tending to an in bloom cherry tree bonsai, despite the fact it should definitely not be in bloom
Truesight:
There is a ghost that looks exactly like the Blanc admiring the bonsai
Olive is in the forest laying on the Forrest floor next to an empty but foul smelling pickle jar staring at the sky, clearly out of it. "woooooaaaaahhhhhh"
Kazekiri, the Wind Yokai, is playing a round of Sugoruko against a Spirit. She is helping them learn it while also being sneaky and letting them win. She sips a fresh cup of green tea that seems to refill every couple of seconds.
Krist is stitching his coat up from where it had torn on some brambles. He hums to himself, a song about people praying to the gods of war to save them from certain doom in a battle.
Something watches them, Kazekiri cannot easily tell where from, though they know for certain it is not a fellow spirit, something far worse, more vile and evil.
John is sharpening his blade, and eating the bones of smited skeletons, a song of his own being hummed, until he begins to hear theirs, listening silently, providing the occasional foot tap.
She raises a brow, looking up. With a wave of her hand, she summons her pipe. Its made of bird bone and shaped like rolling clouds. She lights it, taking a deep inhale and exhaling. [The mixture allows her eyes to see creatures ' auras for up to 100 ft.]
Krsit looks up, smiling warmly. He stands up, leaning on his cane and hobbling over. "Hello son.. How are you?"
She finds Shredder, watching them both from the treetops, not invisible, simply so stealthy that he was barely able to be noticed. He looks them in the eyes, standing on a tree branch that should support his weight.
John takes his blade off his lap, sticking it into the ground, placing down the rib he was eating "I am doing well. How are you elder?"
She chuckles to herself and watches him for a moment before standing up. She bows to the spirit, and it disappears before her. She walks over to him, looking up and tilting her head "May I help you?"
"I am well, thank you." He said, pushing his glasses back up his nose "What are you making? Looks like a fine blade."
He steps from the tree branch to the ground, his eyes cold as stone "You were letting them win by a large margin." He says, squinting at them, malice emanating from every facet of his being.
He puts the blade into his lap, shining like the sun in the sky with holy power "Thank you, it is what I use to smite the unholy. My only companion during the crusades."
She nods "I am. Is that an issue for you?" She asked, raising a brow.
"A very good blade indeed, well made in every facet. Good swords are hard to find these days unfortunately."
He crosses his arms "How is someone meant to improve when they are coddled into weakness?"
"Thank you, I have been keeping it best I can. I do not know the forger of this blade, but I thank them greatly for it."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Cathan is memorable, to me at least. Maybe it's just my love of good guy/bad guy characters.
Being able to make people weaker over time is a very useful ability, unfortunately there are like four people on this thread who would be affected by it, either way I think it's pretty awesome.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Time to rp is now my sons.*
Kazekiri, the Wind Yokai, is playing a round of Sugoruko against a Spirit. She is helping them learn it while also being sneaky and letting them win. She sips a fresh cup of green tea that seems to refill every couple of seconds.
Krist is stitching his coat up from where it had torn on some brambles. He hums to himself, a song about people praying to the gods of war to save them from certain doom in a battle.
The Oracle, a very large Chimera that hides in its cave under the tavern, is looking over its tarot cards. The cards read 'The Fool Reversed' 'The Ace of Pentacles' and the 'Five of Wands'.
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'll be back later, my skingles!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Something watches them, Kazekiri cannot easily tell where from, though they know for certain it is not a fellow spirit, something far worse, more vile and evil.
John is sharpening his blade, and eating the bones of smited skeletons, a song of his own being hummed, until he begins to hear theirs, listening silently, providing the occasional foot tap.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She raises a brow, looking up. With a wave of her hand, she summons her pipe. Its made of bird bone and shaped like rolling clouds. She lights it, taking a deep inhale and exhaling. [The mixture allows her eyes to see creatures ' auras for up to 100 ft.]
Krsit looks up, smiling warmly. He stands up, leaning on his cane and hobbling over. "Hello son.. How are 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
*Never mind, I'm very sick to my stomach and will not be volunteering today.*
*Mom says it looks really bad to not show up, since I do it almost every week, but my little brother says that because of that I've I've already done good.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*You going to be okay?*
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
She finds Shredder, watching them both from the treetops, not invisible, simply so stealthy that he was barely able to be noticed. He looks them in the eyes, standing on a tree branch that should support his weight.
John takes his blade off his lap, sticking it into the ground, placing down the rib he was eating "I am doing well. How are you elder?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I hope you feel better man, I'm prayin for ya.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I believe so. It's likely stress as opposed to disease or food poisoning.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She chuckles to herself and watches him for a moment before standing up. She bows to the spirit, and it disappears before her. She walks over to him, looking up and tilting her head "May I help you?"
"I am well, thank you." He said, pushing his glasses back up his nose "What are you making? Looks like a fine blade."
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
*nuuuuuuuuuu :(*
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 steps from the tree branch to the ground, his eyes cold as stone "You were letting them win by a large margin." He says, squinting at them, malice emanating from every facet of his being.
He puts the blade into his lap, shining like the sun in the sky with holy power "Thank you, it is what I use to smite the unholy. My only companion during the crusades."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She nods "I am. Is that an issue for you?" She asked, raising a brow.
"A very good blade indeed, well made in every facet. Good swords are hard to find these days unfortunately."
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
Felix is eepin' in the woods, clutching a half-empty bottle of gourmet brandy. He looks super soft and cozy.
Cathan is laying against a wall in an alley, clutching his side and thrashing in pain and terror. His sobs are painfully loud.
Prospero is inspiring the citizenry the best he can.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Kazekiri, the Wind Yokai, is playing a round of Sugoruko against a Spirit. She is helping them learn it while also being sneaky and letting them win. She sips a fresh cup of green tea that seems to refill every couple of seconds.
Krist is stitching his coat up from where it had torn on some brambles. He hums to himself, a song about people praying to the gods of war to save them from certain doom in a battle.
The Oracle, a very large Chimera that hides in its cave under the tavern, is looking over its tarot cards. The cards read 'The Fool Reversed' 'The Ace of Pentacles' and the 'Five of Wands'.
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
Loriche is heading back to camp and almost trips over him.
Riotan, attracted by pain, makes his way to the alley.
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 wakes up. "Oh.. hey." He holds out a handpaw. "I'm Felix. Do you know where I am?"
Cathan's red eyes turn. "You... you want to take it from me, don't you? Rotten... traitor!" He spits, but his entire head is covered by his headscarf, so it doesn't go anywhere.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Blanc the flower girl is at her stand tending to an in bloom cherry tree bonsai, despite the fact it should definitely not be in bloom
Truesight:
There is a ghost that looks exactly like the Blanc admiring the bonsai
Olive is in the forest laying on the Forrest floor next to an empty but foul smelling pickle jar staring at the sky, clearly out of it. "woooooaaaaahhhhhh"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
He crosses his arms "How is someone meant to improve when they are coddled into weakness?"
"Thank you, I have been keeping it best I can. I do not know the forger of this blade, but I thank them greatly for it."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)