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*Snippet for the battle outside*
Traitor, without a moment of hesitation, rushes over to the Seer and strikes with a Whirlwind of Claws. Attack rolls and damage are in the spoiler below:
Attack 1: 29 to hit, 14 slashing damage. Attack 2: 23 to hit, 18 slashing damage. Attack 3: 30 to hit, 25 slashing damage. Attack 4: 30 to hit, 22 slashing damage. Attack 5: 30 to hit, 24 slashing damage. Attack 6: 25 to hit, 15 slashing damage.
*Advantage because the Seer is prone*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Lore kicks down the door to the tavern, screeching happily. Harmonia is behind her, whooping with joy though her hands cover her ears because of her mother. Soul follows right after, hands in her pockets.
Theren jumps a bit startled. "Why are you screeching like a dying wombat?" he asks
She runs over and tackle hugs him. Harmonia does the same. "Kid number dos honey!"
"Crushing....me..." he mutters. "I take it we adopted Soul?" he asks
"NOPE! well, kinda, yeah." Soul gives the peace sign "Nope, in here." She points to her stomach.
Theren looks very very confused and exhausted. Deep eye bags are under his eyes. "I am so lost right now."
She grips his shoulder, kissing his forehead "Pregnant honey, you need a nap."
"oooooh. Cool." he says, yawning. He then stops mid yawn. "Wait. You're serious?"
She nods, chuckling. Harmonia bounces up and down.
"Or just not allowing contact." Theren says, looking over at his two short swords.
'fangs...interesting..."
*Actually I can indeed do it now, I mistook a later date for today*
“Aye. I don’t think either of us have the proper kind of magic to work around that, so we might need to find a cleric or, in some cases, a bard.”
”Oh that’s not even the half of it.”
*Alrighty. Should we postpone these characters and focus on the wedding?*
"maybe." Theren says. "Or I could solve it my way..."
"Really now?"
*if you want to*
“If you are planning some form of crusade against the Nameless God, I advise against it strongly. I’ve seen what’s happened when you’ve tried this before, and I don’t want you to die in some other way. Not again.”
“Mmhmm…” Riotan narrows his eyes as well. “But I’d be a fool if I spoke further, and I bet your church wouldn’t approve either.”
*I think it would be a good idea*
"Since when have I thought rationally." Theren says with a chuckle. "I'll kill him this time..I'm sure of it."
"I do not associate with a church Riotan."
*alright did you want to write the scene intro or shall i*
“I don’t doubt your ability, but I think it would be prudent to view the full scope of your adversary’s abilities. Even if you can, it is always wise to overestimate the enemy. Far safer than underestimating, in any sense.”
“Since when did I tell you my name? Or one of them, at least…”
*Could you please?*
"Whatever you say man."
"I have my ways."
*course, gimme a second*
Thirteen sighs and looks directly into Theren’s eyes, looking earnest and worried. “Please, Theren. Think of your wife. Think of your daughter. Think of your friends. And… if that’s not enough to keep you, don’t bother thinking of me.” His tone suddenly turns angry. “Because if you go off on this quest without a care for them, I sure as hell won’t think of you.”
“Impressive. You researched the folklore of this region’s original inhabitants, I take it? And pieced together their apocalyptic fragments about a devourer of torment and a serpent of ash and ivory?”
There's eyes go hard with anger. "I would give the world up for all of your Thirteen. If anything i'd go on this quest for you. To keep all of you safe. Even if it costs me my [1gp]ing life."
"Yes. I did."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Lore kicks down the door to the tavern, screeching happily. Harmonia is behind her, whooping with joy though her hands cover her ears because of her mother. Soul follows right after, hands in her pockets.
KK looks over at the trio entering, intrigued. She occasionally glances back down to her paper to continue sketching her design.
Soul waves at them, bowing her head.
KK waves back. If they had a face with which to smile, they likely would.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Fair enough. What’s that device you carry? Their tail flicks toward the camera.
“Ohh. Okay…” She gets to her feet and begins carefully stepping over and around the minotaur bodies, her eyes shut tightly so as to not have to see the faces of her old siblings-at-arms.
"My camera? It takes pictures." he holds it out to them.
Home watches, leaning in the doorway.
Who does it take them from?
She continues down the hall, not sure what will happen as she gets closer to the exit.
"It doesn't take them from people. A photo is a picture of a person, object, or scene that is created by a camera using light-sensitive material."
The door is still opened. Home tilts his head "So what were they to you?"
…ah.
“Family.” She sighs.
"Confusing?" He asks, tilting his head.
"Ooooh, I feel that." He chuckles.
Very.
“Do you?” She asks, her voice softer than normal. “If you’re still living, I don’t think you do.”
"Sorry about that." He winces, embarrassed.
"Yeah... You're probably right." He shrugs lightly. A sudden noise comes from behind him in the basement. He turns his head a bit, not saying anything the turns back to her, smiling.
Don’t worry about it. I’m just not very knowledgeable about sciences of that type.
”What was that?”
"It's all good. Wanna try?" He hands it to them.
"Nothing, don't worry about about him. He does that sometimes."
Having no hands, Suhou cannot hold the camera.
“Who’s ‘he’??”
He sighs "I'm not good at this sorry.."
"uhhh, a guy." He tilts his head "Don't worry about it."
Of no issue. Perhaps you can take a picture of me, so I can see how the process works?
“Of course I’ll worry about it! I’m in here with you, ain’t I?”
He aims it at the ground and presses a button, making a show of showing them.
"Maybe, I don't know man." he chuckles.
Hmm. Strange. They peer at the photograph. It’s far clearer than a reflection…
”Just be honest with me, please. If there’s something dangerous in here, I wanna help get rid of it. I won’t let evil things run around in my woods.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Lore kicks down the door to the tavern, screeching happily. Harmonia is behind her, whooping with joy though her hands cover her ears because of her mother. Soul follows right after, hands in her pockets.
KK looks over at the trio entering, intrigued. She occasionally glances back down to her paper to continue sketching her design.
Soul waves at them, bowing her head.
KK waves back. If they had a face with which to smile, they likely would.
She walks over, peering over the edge of the table.
Traitor, without a moment of hesitation, rushes over to the Seer and strikes with a Whirlwind of Claws. Attack rolls and damage are in the spoiler below:
Attack 1: 26 to hit, 23 slashing damage. Attack 2: 24 to hit, 24 slashing damage. Attack 3: 23 to hit, 17 slashing damage. Attack 4: 24 to hit, 20 slashing damage. Attack 5: 25 to hit, 18 slashing damage. Attack 6: 15 to hit, 29 slashing damage.
*Advantage because the Seer is prone*
The Tarnished takes all of the blows, defending. "I SAID ENOUGH!" he then goes for unarmed blows, red fire streaming off of his armor.
Attack: 18 Damage: 20
Attack: 24 Damage: 13
Attack: 10 Damage: 14
Attack: 13 Damage: 23
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*I've started reading To Kill a Mockingbird in earnest now. It's a pretty cool book. I have only a few minutes, but I just want to get this out.*
Various Dream Eating Machines have begun to infest the woods, capturing and cooking various fey and other dream creatures with terrifying efficiency. The Machines are made of dark steel and filled with flames and have a similar warping ability to phase spiders, allowing them to hunt the fair folk without being caught as easily. The forest is somehow mostly unharmed by the burning automatons, aside from the clearing that has been carved out to summon a massive yellow hotel. The speakers on the outside of the skyscraper play old, distorted music.
Fair enough. What’s that device you carry? Their tail flicks toward the camera.
“Ohh. Okay…” She gets to her feet and begins carefully stepping over and around the minotaur bodies, her eyes shut tightly so as to not have to see the faces of her old siblings-at-arms.
"My camera? It takes pictures." he holds it out to them.
Home watches, leaning in the doorway.
Who does it take them from?
She continues down the hall, not sure what will happen as she gets closer to the exit.
"It doesn't take them from people. A photo is a picture of a person, object, or scene that is created by a camera using light-sensitive material."
The door is still opened. Home tilts his head "So what were they to you?"
…ah.
“Family.” She sighs.
"Confusing?" He asks, tilting his head.
"Ooooh, I feel that." He chuckles.
Very.
“Do you?” She asks, her voice softer than normal. “If you’re still living, I don’t think you do.”
"Sorry about that." He winces, embarrassed.
"Yeah... You're probably right." He shrugs lightly. A sudden noise comes from behind him in the basement. He turns his head a bit, not saying anything the turns back to her, smiling.
Don’t worry about it. I’m just not very knowledgeable about sciences of that type.
”What was that?”
"It's all good. Wanna try?" He hands it to them.
"Nothing, don't worry about about him. He does that sometimes."
Having no hands, Suhou cannot hold the camera.
“Who’s ‘he’??”
He sighs "I'm not good at this sorry.."
"uhhh, a guy." He tilts his head "Don't worry about it."
Of no issue. Perhaps you can take a picture of me, so I can see how the process works?
“Of course I’ll worry about it! I’m in here with you, ain’t I?”
He aims it at the ground and presses a button, making a show of showing them.
"Maybe, I don't know man." he chuckles.
Hmm. Strange. They peer at the photograph. It’s far clearer than a reflection…
”Just be honest with me, please. If there’s something dangerous in here, I wanna help get rid of it. I won’t let evil things run around in my woods.”
"Yeah, a static memory of what once was." He chuckles.
"Nah, not dangerous.. well.. i don't know really." He tilts his head.
Lore kicks down the door to the tavern, screeching happily. Harmonia is behind her, whooping with joy though her hands cover her ears because of her mother. Soul follows right after, hands in her pockets.
Theren jumps a bit startled. "Why are you screeching like a dying wombat?" he asks
She runs over and tackle hugs him. Harmonia does the same. "Kid number dos honey!"
"Crushing....me..." he mutters. "I take it we adopted Soul?" he asks
"NOPE! well, kinda, yeah." Soul gives the peace sign "Nope, in here." She points to her stomach.
Theren looks very very confused and exhausted. Deep eye bags are under his eyes. "I am so lost right now."
She grips his shoulder, kissing his forehead "Pregnant honey, you need a nap."
"oooooh. Cool." he says, yawning. He then stops mid yawn. "Wait. You're serious?"
She nods, chuckling. Harmonia bounces up and down.
"Holy....oh my gods!" he hugs Lore, laughing a bit
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I've started reading To Kill a Mockingbird in earnest now. It's a pretty cool book. I have only a few minutes, but I just want to get this out.*
Various Dream Eating Machines have begun to infest the woods, capturing and cooking various fey and other dream creatures with terrifying efficiency. The Machines are made of dark steel and filled with flames and have a similar warping ability to phase spiders, allowing them to hunt the fair folk without being caught as easily. The forest is somehow mostly unharmed by the burning automatons, aside from the clearing that has been carved out to summon a massive yellow hotel. The speakers on the outside of the skyscraper play old, distorted music.
There’s an old abandoned vineyard to the east of the town, just a dozen or so kilometers from the Inn. The building may be empty, but its overgrown fields and edifices bear a feeling of happy memories that have never soured over time, still remaining in the place they were made regardless of time. Mauric has rented the locale from the original owner’s descendants, and the many autumn-stained deciduous trees and wildflowers create a beautiful atmosphere around the small pavilion where the ceremony is taking place. This time, Mauric has resigned to catering the event with conventional dishes that don’t contain behir tongue or mimic eyes. Right now, he stands at the altar, dressed in the suit Damian and he selected. A rhododendron is tucked behind his ear, and he’s braided several more along his tail. The wedding proper is about to start soon.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
There’s an old abandoned vineyard to the east of the town, just a dozen or so kilometers from the Inn. The building may be empty, but its overgrown fields and edifices bear a feeling of happy memories that have never soured over time, still remaining in the place they were made regardless of time. Mauric has rented the locale from the original owner’s descendants, and the many autumn-stained deciduous trees and wildflowers create a beautiful atmosphere around the small pavilion where the ceremony is taking place. This time, Mauric has resigned to catering the event with conventional dishes that don’t contain behir tongue or mimic eyes. Right now, he stands at the altar, dressed in the suit Damian and he selected. A rhododendron is tucked behind his ear, and he’s braided several more along his tail. The wedding proper is about to start soon.
Nick is inside a small dressing room with a golden suit on. He struggles with a bow tie grumbling to himself about nice clothing.
Leo and Theren are sitting next to each other in the crowd talking quietly amongst each other.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Fair enough. What’s that device you carry? Their tail flicks toward the camera.
“Ohh. Okay…” She gets to her feet and begins carefully stepping over and around the minotaur bodies, her eyes shut tightly so as to not have to see the faces of her old siblings-at-arms.
"My camera? It takes pictures." he holds it out to them.
Home watches, leaning in the doorway.
Who does it take them from?
She continues down the hall, not sure what will happen as she gets closer to the exit.
"It doesn't take them from people. A photo is a picture of a person, object, or scene that is created by a camera using light-sensitive material."
The door is still opened. Home tilts his head "So what were they to you?"
…ah.
“Family.” She sighs.
"Confusing?" He asks, tilting his head.
"Ooooh, I feel that." He chuckles.
Very.
“Do you?” She asks, her voice softer than normal. “If you’re still living, I don’t think you do.”
"Sorry about that." He winces, embarrassed.
"Yeah... You're probably right." He shrugs lightly. A sudden noise comes from behind him in the basement. He turns his head a bit, not saying anything the turns back to her, smiling.
Don’t worry about it. I’m just not very knowledgeable about sciences of that type.
”What was that?”
"It's all good. Wanna try?" He hands it to them.
"Nothing, don't worry about about him. He does that sometimes."
Having no hands, Suhou cannot hold the camera.
“Who’s ‘he’??”
He sighs "I'm not good at this sorry.."
"uhhh, a guy." He tilts his head "Don't worry about it."
Of no issue. Perhaps you can take a picture of me, so I can see how the process works?
“Of course I’ll worry about it! I’m in here with you, ain’t I?”
He aims it at the ground and presses a button, making a show of showing them.
"Maybe, I don't know man." he chuckles.
Hmm. Strange. They peer at the photograph. It’s far clearer than a reflection…
”Just be honest with me, please. If there’s something dangerous in here, I wanna help get rid of it. I won’t let evil things run around in my woods.”
"Yeah, a static memory of what once was." He chuckles.
"Nah, not dangerous.. well.. i don't know really." He tilts his head.
Did you build this device yourself?
“JUST TELL ME WHAT IT IS!”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
There’s an old abandoned vineyard to the east of the town, just a dozen or so kilometers from the Inn. The building may be empty, but its overgrown fields and edifices bear a feeling of happy memories that have never soured over time, still remaining in the place they were made regardless of time. Mauric has rented the locale from the original owner’s descendants, and the many autumn-stained deciduous trees and wildflowers create a beautiful atmosphere around the small pavilion where the ceremony is taking place. This time, Mauric has resigned to catering the event with conventional dishes that don’t contain behir tongue or mimic eyes. Right now, he stands at the altar, dressed in the suit Damian and he selected. A rhododendron is tucked behind his ear, and he’s braided several more along his tail. The wedding proper is about to start soon.
Speaking of Damian, he’s one of the first to arrive, dressed classily. He decides to not arrive late to a wedding a second time, bringing Domino with him, she sits around the back of the area while Damian walks over to stand beside Mauric, just wanting to talk a bit before the wedding. Damian waves to his best friend, tears rolling down his face at this beautiful day, asking “Who’s your best man Mauric?”
*Snippet for the battle outside*
Traitor, without a moment of hesitation, rushes over to the Seer and strikes with a Whirlwind of Claws. Attack rolls and damage are in the spoiler below:
Attack 1: 29 to hit, 14 slashing damage.
Attack 2: 23 to hit, 18 slashing damage.
Attack 3: 30 to hit, 25 slashing damage.
Attack 4: 30 to hit, 22 slashing damage.
Attack 5: 30 to hit, 24 slashing damage.
Attack 6: 25 to hit, 15 slashing damage.
*Advantage because the Seer is prone*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He pats his back after those breaths “Good job man, feel better?”
“Not a cat, a Tabaxi, calling me a cat would be racist. As for that…” their movements almost go completely silent.
She nods, chuckling. Harmonia bounces up and down.
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
There's eyes go hard with anger. "I would give the world up for all of your Thirteen. If anything i'd go on this quest for you. To keep all of you safe. Even if it costs me my [1gp]ing life."
"Yes. I did."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
KK waves back. If they had a face with which to smile, they likely would.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Hmm. Strange. They peer at the photograph. It’s far clearer than a reflection…
”Just be honest with me, please. If there’s something dangerous in here, I wanna help get rid of it. I won’t let evil things run around in my woods.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
She walks over, peering over the edge of the table.
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 Tarnished takes all of the blows, defending. "I SAID ENOUGH!" he then goes for unarmed blows, red fire streaming off of his armor.
Attack: 18 Damage: 20
Attack: 24 Damage: 13
Attack: 10 Damage: 14
Attack: 13 Damage: 23
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(you want to rp wendigo?)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"Kinda."
"It isn't racist. Tabaxi are a form of cat people." he says simply. "Just generalizing."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I've started reading To Kill a Mockingbird in earnest now. It's a pretty cool book. I have only a few minutes, but I just want to get this out.*
Various Dream Eating Machines have begun to infest the woods, capturing and cooking various fey and other dream creatures with terrifying efficiency. The Machines are made of dark steel and filled with flames and have a similar warping ability to phase spiders, allowing them to hunt the fair folk without being caught as easily. The forest is somehow mostly unharmed by the burning automatons, aside from the clearing that has been carved out to summon a massive yellow hotel. The speakers on the outside of the skyscraper play old, distorted music.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Yeah, a static memory of what once was." He chuckles.
"Nah, not dangerous.. well.. i don't know really." He tilts his head.
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
"Holy....oh my gods!" he hugs Lore, laughing a bit
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(That sounds interesting tbh)
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There’s an old abandoned vineyard to the east of the town, just a dozen or so kilometers from the Inn. The building may be empty, but its overgrown fields and edifices bear a feeling of happy memories that have never soured over time, still remaining in the place they were made regardless of time. Mauric has rented the locale from the original owner’s descendants, and the many autumn-stained deciduous trees and wildflowers create a beautiful atmosphere around the small pavilion where the ceremony is taking place. This time, Mauric has resigned to catering the event with conventional dishes that don’t contain behir tongue or mimic eyes. Right now, he stands at the altar, dressed in the suit Damian and he selected. A rhododendron is tucked behind his ear, and he’s braided several more along his tail. The wedding proper is about to start soon.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
“Every little bit better is more than anything else man. It’s all about focusing your emotions when you need them.”
“If you want to call it that, I won’t take the effort to argue. Is this all you do?” They pounce from branch to branch.
Nick is inside a small dressing room with a golden suit on. He struggles with a bow tie grumbling to himself about nice clothing.
Leo and Theren are sitting next to each other in the crowd talking quietly amongst each other.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Did you build this device yourself?
“JUST TELL ME WHAT IT IS!”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Speaking of Damian, he’s one of the first to arrive, dressed classily. He decides to not arrive late to a wedding a second time, bringing Domino with him, she sits around the back of the area while Damian walks over to stand beside Mauric, just wanting to talk a bit before the wedding. Damian waves to his best friend, tears rolling down his face at this beautiful day, asking “Who’s your best man Mauric?”
"Yeah. You sound like my wife right now man." he says with a small laugh.
"Yeah. I'm basically an exorcist." he says.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.