Once the burning remains of the Red Plate is nothing more than charcoal, a figure stands amongst the wreckage, watching the final flames burn into nothingness. He is big, about 8'2, with his entire body covered. He wears a full profession chefs outfit made of black fabric with a golden sigil of 'Gluttony' stitched on his collar. He has three heads, each covered by a black balaclava, a golden skull mask covering their faces. He fixes the gloves on his hands, thinking.
Multiple shadowy creatures emerge from the wreckage, distorted and limping. The man looks up and nods "Find the (GP)'s friend then find the one who decided to hunt him. If you don't, consider yourselves the meals for tomorrow." He said, his Russian accent thick, snapping his fingers.
"Yes Chef!" They say and disappear.
* o o f *
The Larry is heading to the Red Plate anyway, to try and find the corpse pit.
One of the shadows grabs him by the arm (The Shadow acts as a Dimensional Shackles when touching someone.) He hears a deep chuckle as the man walks over, his footsteps heavy "So... You're the one who chased off the owner. I smelled it from Purgatory, the smoke. The smell of burning flesh."
They don’t display emotion, but it’s clear that they are unfazed.
"Hm... Krill, Prawn, Shrimp... Prawn cocktail with paprika, hellshire peppers, and yak cheese." It mumurs "I suggest you tell me as to why you decided to chase off my best customer from a business he built up from the ground."
He murdered dozens. We are here to make sure justice is not absent.
"Justice is blind. Justice only works when someone feels it should. A (GP) worker gets (GP)ed, a homeless man gets his last items stolen, a Tielfing gets hung because they are 'The Devil'... No justice for them because others look away. But when a man kills off the worst people, the murderers, the (GP)ist's, the thieves, the abusers, he needs to be hunted down like the (GP) animal so he can pay for his crimes." He snarls "You are a hypocrite, like everyone else in this world."
Being a vigilante is not justification, and nor is it justification for cannibalism. And we already are blind.
"Just like you. Go back to being a pile of seafood, helping others that actually need it." He spats.
We are no vigilante. We are a private investigator working within the boundaries of law.
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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.
*Note: Felix has gained Blindsight out to 30ft, as well as some other traits.*
He looks up. "Yup. You his brother? You talk a lot like him."
It is an assault on his senses, this... Creature..
"No. I'm not his brother. His brother is in his stomach. No, I was his boss before he became a business." He says "I know when things are wrong. People can't see me, but I see them. I see you Felix. I see that man who decided to hunt him down and bring him to 'Justice'. I should not care but I do because I care about my employees, former or present." He said, folding his arms.
*Felix gets pretty massive benefits against Fiends (and certain other creature types) since he's cooked and hunted quite a few*
"Huh. So why do you want me? I just worked with the guy. I blessed his knife, so I don't think that's what you want."
*Felix is under the effects where Samaritan considers him and Ally. He gains +5 to all rolls at anytime. He also gains a speed boost of 60 ft per turn.*
"I want to find the man who chased him off." He says, a golden rolling pin forming in his gloved hand.
"Because of the curse that the friggin little ferret put on me, I can't access my demiplane." She groans.
“Oh. Sorry. I mean, do you have any other attire in this world? If not, I’m sure I can get you something else if you deem it necessary.”
"Yes, please." She said, drinking the water.
“Gotcha.” Riotan peels a strip of silk from his arm, which he unfolds (somehow) into the exact clothes she described.
Stroth smiles and hugs him, still somewhat hung over "Thank yoooou."
He hugs her back, grinning and handing her the apparel. “How about I make sure you don’t do anything that sober you would regret?”
"Baaaah, I wouldn't do anything." She huffs and changes, not seeming to care if he is there.
He obligingly uses his abyssal powers to set a veil of eternal darkness around her until she’s done.
She appears, dressed in a black suit and yellow sweater. "There, lovely non?"
“You look real nice.” He says earnestly.
She blinks "Is this what flirting is? I was talking to someone today who thought I was flirting but I didn't understand what he was talking about." She rolls her eyes "Emotions are so stupid."
“Yeah they don’t make sense. That wasn’t flirting anyway, it was just an observation.”
She gives a thumbs up "I apparently need to 'learn' them." She shrugs.
“Ah, why should you care what mortals think you need to know to live among them? Fulfilling their meaningless checklists of social norms gets you nothin but a migraine.”
"Oh no, I don't care what they think but I this would be a fun experiment to see if I, a creature with no emotion, can feel something." She chuckles, putting out her cigarette on her skin.
"I'm going to use primarily Feywild and Shadowfell ingredients then. It'll take a while to collect it all, but you'll get it within the week."
"I'd help, but I'm not allowed back. I'm excited, actually! this is gonna be good I think"
"I'm thinking the theme will be 'contrast,' along with my regular theme of finding beauty in strange places. There are plenty of delicious things in the Feywild, but not many in the Shadowfell. It will be an interesting challenge."
"There's plenty of time to prepare, hun... Don't rush yourself."
He sighs “I don’t have enough time, I’m not the man I need to be for my kids. I need to be better.”
"Well, actually, you're right... you've only got about 40 days."
“[gppppppp] I’ve only got 40? That’s barely a month over. Okay okay okay. I’m not worried. I just need to become a better man in 40 days.”
"I'll help you, and it wont be so bad, okay? We'll get through this."
“It will be fine, everything will be fine.” He holds her tightly, “We are going to get through this, love conquers all right~” He says, a little sultry in his voice there.
Once the burning remains of the Red Plate is nothing more than charcoal, a figure stands amongst the wreckage, watching the final flames burn into nothingness. He is big, about 8'2, with his entire body covered. He wears a full profession chefs outfit made of black fabric with a golden sigil of 'Gluttony' stitched on his collar. He has three heads, each covered by a black balaclava, a golden skull mask covering their faces. He fixes the gloves on his hands, thinking.
Multiple shadowy creatures emerge from the wreckage, distorted and limping. The man looks up and nods "Find the (GP)'s friend then find the one who decided to hunt him. If you don't, consider yourselves the meals for tomorrow." He said, his Russian accent thick, snapping his fingers.
"Yes Chef!" They say and disappear.
* o o f *
The Larry is heading to the Red Plate anyway, to try and find the corpse pit.
One of the shadows grabs him by the arm (The Shadow acts as a Dimensional Shackles when touching someone.) He hears a deep chuckle as the man walks over, his footsteps heavy "So... You're the one who chased off the owner. I smelled it from Purgatory, the smoke. The smell of burning flesh."
They don’t display emotion, but it’s clear that they are unfazed.
"Hm... Krill, Prawn, Shrimp... Prawn cocktail with paprika, hellshire peppers, and yak cheese." It mumurs "I suggest you tell me as to why you decided to chase off my best customer from a business he built up from the ground."
He murdered dozens. We are here to make sure justice is not absent.
"Justice is blind. Justice only works when someone feels it should. A (GP) worker gets (GP)ed, a homeless man gets his last items stolen, a Tielfing gets hung because they are 'The Devil'... No justice for them because others look away. But when a man kills off the worst people, the murderers, the (GP)ist's, the thieves, the abusers, he needs to be hunted down like the (GP) animal so he can pay for his crimes." He snarls "You are a hypocrite, like everyone else in this world."
Being a vigilante is not justification, and nor is it justification for cannibalism. And we already are blind.
"Just like you. Go back to being a pile of seafood, helping others that actually need it." He spats.
We are no vigilante. We are a private investigator working within the boundaries of law.
"I highly doubt that. Stalking does not happen to be under those laws. Intentional Disruption does not happen to be under those laws. Entering a business without agreement by the owner does not happen to be under those laws. Stealing from crime scene does not happen to be under those laws." He lists off.
Once the burning remains of the Red Plate is nothing more than charcoal, a figure stands amongst the wreckage, watching the final flames burn into nothingness. He is big, about 8'2, with his entire body covered. He wears a full profession chefs outfit made of black fabric with a golden sigil of 'Gluttony' stitched on his collar. He has three heads, each covered by a black balaclava, a golden skull mask covering their faces. He fixes the gloves on his hands, thinking.
Multiple shadowy creatures emerge from the wreckage, distorted and limping. The man looks up and nods "Find the (GP)'s friend then find the one who decided to hunt him. If you don't, consider yourselves the meals for tomorrow." He said, his Russian accent thick, snapping his fingers.
"Yes Chef!" They say and disappear.
* o o f *
The Larry is heading to the Red Plate anyway, to try and find the corpse pit.
One of the shadows grabs him by the arm (The Shadow acts as a Dimensional Shackles when touching someone.) He hears a deep chuckle as the man walks over, his footsteps heavy "So... You're the one who chased off the owner. I smelled it from Purgatory, the smoke. The smell of burning flesh."
They don’t display emotion, but it’s clear that they are unfazed.
"Hm... Krill, Prawn, Shrimp... Prawn cocktail with paprika, hellshire peppers, and yak cheese." It mumurs "I suggest you tell me as to why you decided to chase off my best customer from a business he built up from the ground."
He murdered dozens. We are here to make sure justice is not absent.
"Justice is blind. Justice only works when someone feels it should. A (GP) worker gets (GP)ed, a homeless man gets his last items stolen, a Tielfing gets hung because they are 'The Devil'... No justice for them because others look away. But when a man kills off the worst people, the murderers, the (GP)ist's, the thieves, the abusers, he needs to be hunted down like the (GP) animal so he can pay for his crimes." He snarls "You are a hypocrite, like everyone else in this world."
Being a vigilante is not justification, and nor is it justification for cannibalism. And we already are blind.
"Just like you. Go back to being a pile of seafood, helping others that actually need it." He spats.
We are no vigilante. We are a private investigator working within the boundaries of law.
"I highly doubt that. Stalking does not happen to be under those laws. Intentional Disruption does not happen to be under those laws. Entering a business without agreement by the owner does not happen to be under those laws. Stealing from crime scene does not happen to be under those laws." He lists off.
…we may not have read all local municipal codes and regulations. Regardless, we… well… For the first time, the Larry is doubting the justice of their actions. Major Batman moment.
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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.
“Anything at all? Like, uh… agitation? Contentedness? Regret? Anxiety? Sadness? You can stop me at any time.”
She shrugs "Not really, just... Nothingness."
Riotan thinks for a moment, stroking his chin. “I mean… I have the ability to smell peoples’ mental states… I use it to find people who are in pain so I can pull their souls through their gradually ruined, shredded bodies. Do I have permission to use it on you?”
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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.
Once the burning remains of the Red Plate is nothing more than charcoal, a figure stands amongst the wreckage, watching the final flames burn into nothingness. He is big, about 8'2, with his entire body covered. He wears a full profession chefs outfit made of black fabric with a golden sigil of 'Gluttony' stitched on his collar. He has three heads, each covered by a black balaclava, a golden skull mask covering their faces. He fixes the gloves on his hands, thinking.
Multiple shadowy creatures emerge from the wreckage, distorted and limping. The man looks up and nods "Find the (GP)'s friend then find the one who decided to hunt him. If you don't, consider yourselves the meals for tomorrow." He said, his Russian accent thick, snapping his fingers.
"Yes Chef!" They say and disappear.
* o o f *
The Larry is heading to the Red Plate anyway, to try and find the corpse pit.
One of the shadows grabs him by the arm (The Shadow acts as a Dimensional Shackles when touching someone.) He hears a deep chuckle as the man walks over, his footsteps heavy "So... You're the one who chased off the owner. I smelled it from Purgatory, the smoke. The smell of burning flesh."
They don’t display emotion, but it’s clear that they are unfazed.
"Hm... Krill, Prawn, Shrimp... Prawn cocktail with paprika, hellshire peppers, and yak cheese." It mumurs "I suggest you tell me as to why you decided to chase off my best customer from a business he built up from the ground."
He murdered dozens. We are here to make sure justice is not absent.
"Justice is blind. Justice only works when someone feels it should. A (GP) worker gets (GP)ed, a homeless man gets his last items stolen, a Tielfing gets hung because they are 'The Devil'... No justice for them because others look away. But when a man kills off the worst people, the murderers, the (GP)ist's, the thieves, the abusers, he needs to be hunted down like the (GP) animal so he can pay for his crimes." He snarls "You are a hypocrite, like everyone else in this world."
Being a vigilante is not justification, and nor is it justification for cannibalism. And we already are blind.
"Just like you. Go back to being a pile of seafood, helping others that actually need it." He spats.
We are no vigilante. We are a private investigator working within the boundaries of law.
"I highly doubt that. Stalking does not happen to be under those laws. Intentional Disruption does not happen to be under those laws. Entering a business without agreement by the owner does not happen to be under those laws. Stealing from crime scene does not happen to be under those laws." He lists off.
…we may not have read all local municipal codes and regulations. Regardless, we… well… For the first time, the Larry is doubting the justice of their actions. Major Batman moment.
"You are flawed, just like him. You worthless pile of (GP), telling me that he cannot be a vigilante when you have partook in the very same thing." He snarls.
*Felix gets pretty massive benefits against Fiends (and certain other creature types) since he's cooked and hunted quite a few*
"Huh. So why do you want me? I just worked with the guy. I blessed his knife, so I don't think that's what you want."
*Felix is under the effects where Samaritan considers him and Ally. He gains +5 to all rolls at anytime. He also gains a speed boost of 60 ft per turn.*
"I want to find the man who chased him off." He says, a golden rolling pin forming in his gloved hand.
*Awesome*
"The Larry? They're a pile of Krill. Not a threat, just hard to kill normally. I'd say try areas of effect. Electricity will work well. But they'll come looking for you before you find them. They managed to evade William, remember?"
“Anything at all? Like, uh… agitation? Contentedness? Regret? Anxiety? Sadness? You can stop me at any time.”
She shrugs "Not really, just... Nothingness."
Riotan thinks for a moment, stroking his chin. “I mean… I have the ability to smell peoples’ mental states… I use it to find people who are in pain so I can pull their souls through their gradually ruined, shredded bodies. Do I have permission to use it on you?”
"Sure." She nods and lays back down, closing her eyes
Once the burning remains of the Red Plate is nothing more than charcoal, a figure stands amongst the wreckage, watching the final flames burn into nothingness. He is big, about 8'2, with his entire body covered. He wears a full profession chefs outfit made of black fabric with a golden sigil of 'Gluttony' stitched on his collar. He has three heads, each covered by a black balaclava, a golden skull mask covering their faces. He fixes the gloves on his hands, thinking.
Multiple shadowy creatures emerge from the wreckage, distorted and limping. The man looks up and nods "Find the (GP)'s friend then find the one who decided to hunt him. If you don't, consider yourselves the meals for tomorrow." He said, his Russian accent thick, snapping his fingers.
"Yes Chef!" They say and disappear.
* o o f *
The Larry is heading to the Red Plate anyway, to try and find the corpse pit.
One of the shadows grabs him by the arm (The Shadow acts as a Dimensional Shackles when touching someone.) He hears a deep chuckle as the man walks over, his footsteps heavy "So... You're the one who chased off the owner. I smelled it from Purgatory, the smoke. The smell of burning flesh."
They don’t display emotion, but it’s clear that they are unfazed.
"Hm... Krill, Prawn, Shrimp... Prawn cocktail with paprika, hellshire peppers, and yak cheese." It mumurs "I suggest you tell me as to why you decided to chase off my best customer from a business he built up from the ground."
He murdered dozens. We are here to make sure justice is not absent.
"Justice is blind. Justice only works when someone feels it should. A (GP) worker gets (GP)ed, a homeless man gets his last items stolen, a Tielfing gets hung because they are 'The Devil'... No justice for them because others look away. But when a man kills off the worst people, the murderers, the (GP)ist's, the thieves, the abusers, he needs to be hunted down like the (GP) animal so he can pay for his crimes." He snarls "You are a hypocrite, like everyone else in this world."
Being a vigilante is not justification, and nor is it justification for cannibalism. And we already are blind.
"Just like you. Go back to being a pile of seafood, helping others that actually need it." He spats.
We are no vigilante. We are a private investigator working within the boundaries of law.
"I highly doubt that. Stalking does not happen to be under those laws. Intentional Disruption does not happen to be under those laws. Entering a business without agreement by the owner does not happen to be under those laws. Stealing from crime scene does not happen to be under those laws." He lists off.
…we may not have read all local municipal codes and regulations. Regardless, we… well… For the first time, the Larry is doubting the justice of their actions. Major Batman moment.
"You are flawed, just like him. You worthless pile of (GP), telling me that he cannot be a vigilante when you have partook in the very same thing." He snarls.
The Larry doesn’t respond, their millions of krill brains working furiously to disentangle the confusing web of ethics.
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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.
“Anything at all? Like, uh… agitation? Contentedness? Regret? Anxiety? Sadness? You can stop me at any time.”
She shrugs "Not really, just... Nothingness."
Riotan thinks for a moment, stroking his chin. “I mean… I have the ability to smell peoples’ mental states… I use it to find people who are in pain so I can pull their souls through their gradually ruined, shredded bodies. Do I have permission to use it on you?”
"Sure." She nods and lays back down, closing her eyes
Riotan flicks his tongue out, tasting the emotional state of the room, particularly in regards to Stroth. He can taste/smell her emotions, current thoughts, and suffering. Make a Wisdom save (or she could fail voluntarily).
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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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We are no vigilante. We are a private investigator working within the boundaries of law.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Felix is under the effects where Samaritan considers him and Ally. He gains +5 to all rolls at anytime. He also gains a speed boost of 60 ft per turn.*
"I want to find the man who chased him off." He says, a golden rolling pin forming in his gloved hand.
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
"Eh, no idea." She shrugs and grins
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
*this is gonna be a nightmare for Saphuno to go through though. Poor woman.*
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'm thinking the theme will be 'contrast,' along with my regular theme of finding beauty in strange places. There are plenty of delicious things in the Feywild, but not many in the Shadowfell. It will be an interesting challenge."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*lawrence cut*
“Anything at all? Like, uh… agitation? Contentedness? Regret? Anxiety? Sadness? You can stop me at any time.”
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 will be fine, everything will be fine.” He holds her tightly, “We are going to get through this, love conquers all right~” He says, a little sultry in his voice there.
"I highly doubt that. Stalking does not happen to be under those laws. Intentional Disruption does not happen to be under those laws. Entering a business without agreement by the owner does not happen to be under those laws. Stealing from crime scene does not happen to be under those laws." He lists off.
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 shrugs "Not really, just... Nothingness."
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
…we may not have read all local municipal codes and regulations. Regardless, we… well… For the first time, the Larry is doubting the justice of their actions. Major Batman moment.
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 thinks for a moment, stroking his chin. “I mean… I have the ability to smell peoples’ mental states… I use it to find people who are in pain so I can pull their souls through their gradually ruined, shredded bodies. Do I have permission to use it on you?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"You are flawed, just like him. You worthless pile of (GP), telling me that he cannot be a vigilante when you have partook in the very same thing." He snarls.
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
*Awesome*
"The Larry? They're a pile of Krill. Not a threat, just hard to kill normally. I'd say try areas of effect. Electricity will work well. But they'll come looking for you before you find them. They managed to evade William, remember?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Sure." She nods and lays back down, closing her eyes
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
The Larry doesn’t respond, their millions of krill brains working furiously to disentangle the confusing web of ethics.
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 flicks his tongue out, tasting the emotional state of the room, particularly in regards to Stroth. He can taste/smell her emotions, current thoughts, and suffering. Make a Wisdom save (or she could fail voluntarily).
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.