*Still here if you want to rp with me, if not I'll still be here.*
*Sure, who ya wanna interact with?*
*Anyone at all will do perfectly, I am entirely content. Though that doesn't really help, Stroth, and someone who wouldn't mind dealing with a child made of plastic, powerful artifacts, and flesh.*
Grimes is grumbling in the forest after failing to gun down Sparrow, reloading his sniper rifle with silver shells as he waits for him to peek his head out from the camp, looking down the scope from 400ft away.
The Porcelain child is with the larger cloaked man, and they are playing a simple game of checkers together, the man, who can be seen to be a lizardfolk with dark scales, occasionally coughs some kind of black substance into his hand, which worries the child, but they always calm them down.
*Still here if you want to rp with me, if not I'll still be here.*
*Sure, who ya wanna interact with?*
*Anyone at all will do perfectly, I am entirely content. Though that doesn't really help, Stroth, and someone who wouldn't mind dealing with a child made of plastic, powerful artifacts, and flesh.*
Grimes is grumbling in the forest after failing to gun down Sparrow, reloading his sniper rifle with silver shells as he waits for him to peek his head out from the camp, looking down the scope from 400ft away.
The Porcelain child is with the larger cloaked man, and they are playing a simple game of checkers together, the man, who can be seen to be a lizardfolk with dark scales, occasionally coughs some kind of black substance into his hand, which worries the child, but they always calm them down.
Stroth is walking into the tavern, humming to herself. She is dressed in a shoulderless black dress with lace that crawls up her neck and down her arms. She peers over at the child, immediately interested after smelling the magic purely radiating off of it.
*Still here if you want to rp with me, if not I'll still be here.*
*Sure, who ya wanna interact with?*
*Anyone at all will do perfectly, I am entirely content. Though that doesn't really help, Stroth, and someone who wouldn't mind dealing with a child made of plastic, powerful artifacts, and flesh.*
The Porcelain child is with the larger cloaked man, and they are playing a simple game of checkers together, the man, who can be seen to be a lizardfolk with dark scales, occasionally coughs some kind of black substance into his hand, which worries the child, but they always calm them down.
Stroth is walking into the tavern, humming to herself. She is dressed in a shoulderless black dress with lace that crawls up her neck and down her arms. She peers over at the child, immediately interested after smelling the magic purely radiating off of it.
The child, despite seeming to not be very intelligent, is absolutely destroying his Lizardfolk caretaker. The magic they smell is old, powerful and potent stuff, despite the small package it is contained in. She would also recognize the magic isn't from this plane, but rather the Feywild.
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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.'
*Still here if you want to rp with me, if not I'll still be here.*
*Sure, who ya wanna interact with?*
*Anyone at all will do perfectly, I am entirely content. Though that doesn't really help, Stroth, and someone who wouldn't mind dealing with a child made of plastic, powerful artifacts, and flesh.*
The Porcelain child is with the larger cloaked man, and they are playing a simple game of checkers together, the man, who can be seen to be a lizardfolk with dark scales, occasionally coughs some kind of black substance into his hand, which worries the child, but they always calm them down.
Stroth is walking into the tavern, humming to herself. She is dressed in a shoulderless black dress with lace that crawls up her neck and down her arms. She peers over at the child, immediately interested after smelling the magic purely radiating off of it.
The child, despite seeming to not be very intelligent, is absolutely destroying his Lizardfolk caretaker. The magic they smell is old, powerful and potent stuff, despite the small package it is contained in. She would also recognize the magic isn't from this plane, but rather the Feywild.
She appears behind it quietly, standing over it like a demon ready to strike
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)
*Still here if you want to rp with me, if not I'll still be here.*
*Sure, who ya wanna interact with?*
*Anyone at all will do perfectly, I am entirely content. Though that doesn't really help, Stroth, and someone who wouldn't mind dealing with a child made of plastic, powerful artifacts, and flesh.*
The Porcelain child is with the larger cloaked man, and they are playing a simple game of checkers together, the man, who can be seen to be a lizardfolk with dark scales, occasionally coughs some kind of black substance into his hand, which worries the child, but they always calm them down.
Stroth is walking into the tavern, humming to herself. She is dressed in a shoulderless black dress with lace that crawls up her neck and down her arms. She peers over at the child, immediately interested after smelling the magic purely radiating off of it.
The child, despite seeming to not be very intelligent, is absolutely destroying his Lizardfolk caretaker. The magic they smell is old, powerful and potent stuff, despite the small package it is contained in. She would also recognize the magic isn't from this plane, but rather the Feywild.
She appears behind it quietly, standing over it like a demon ready to strike
The Lizardfolk looks up, Stroth can smell he's got magic too, but rather learned than part of his being like the child, necrotic, and rather potent as well, although not near the level of the child. Their voice grumbles, like ash and gravel "Hello?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.'
*Still here if you want to rp with me, if not I'll still be here.*
*Sure, who ya wanna interact with?*
*Anyone at all will do perfectly, I am entirely content. Though that doesn't really help, Stroth, and someone who wouldn't mind dealing with a child made of plastic, powerful artifacts, and flesh.*
The Porcelain child is with the larger cloaked man, and they are playing a simple game of checkers together, the man, who can be seen to be a lizardfolk with dark scales, occasionally coughs some kind of black substance into his hand, which worries the child, but they always calm them down.
Stroth is walking into the tavern, humming to herself. She is dressed in a shoulderless black dress with lace that crawls up her neck and down her arms. She peers over at the child, immediately interested after smelling the magic purely radiating off of it.
The child, despite seeming to not be very intelligent, is absolutely destroying his Lizardfolk caretaker. The magic they smell is old, powerful and potent stuff, despite the small package it is contained in. She would also recognize the magic isn't from this plane, but rather the Feywild.
She appears behind it quietly, standing over it like a demon ready to strike
The Lizardfolk looks up, Stroth can smell he's got magic too, but rather learned than part of his being like the child, necrotic, and rather potent as well, although not near the level of the child. Their voice grumbles, like ash and gravel "Hello?"
"I smelled something fantastic from this direction!" She chirps, baring her sharp, unnatural grin
"I smelled something fantastic from this direction!" She chirps, baring her sharp, unnatural grin
Their eyes narrow, gesturing for the child to continue to play with them, although they continue the conversation "Well we are in a tavern." He looks suspicious of them.
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
*Still here if you want to rp with me, if not I'll still be here.*
*Sure, who ya wanna interact with?*
*Anyone at all will do perfectly, I am entirely content. Though that doesn't really help, Stroth, and someone who wouldn't mind dealing with a child made of plastic, powerful artifacts, and flesh.*
The Porcelain child is with the larger cloaked man, and they are playing a simple game of checkers together, the man, who can be seen to be a lizardfolk with dark scales, occasionally coughs some kind of black substance into his hand, which worries the child, but they always calm them down.
Stroth is walking into the tavern, humming to herself. She is dressed in a shoulderless black dress with lace that crawls up her neck and down her arms. She peers over at the child, immediately interested after smelling the magic purely radiating off of it.
The child, despite seeming to not be very intelligent, is absolutely destroying his Lizardfolk caretaker. The magic they smell is old, powerful and potent stuff, despite the small package it is contained in. She would also recognize the magic isn't from this plane, but rather the Feywild.
She appears behind it quietly, standing over it like a demon ready to strike
The Lizardfolk looks up, Stroth can smell he's got magic too, but rather learned than part of his being like the child, necrotic, and rather potent as well, although not near the level of the child. Their voice grumbles, like ash and gravel "Hello?"
"I smelled something fantastic from this direction!" She chirps, baring her sharp, unnatural grin
Their eyes narrow, gesturing for the child to continue to play with them, although they continue the conversation "Well we are in a tavern." He looks suspicious of them.
"Oh yes but I'm pretty sure they don't cook up magical objects here." She grins madly.
*Still here if you want to rp with me, if not I'll still be here.*
*Sure, who ya wanna interact with?*
*Anyone at all will do perfectly, I am entirely content. Though that doesn't really help, Stroth, and someone who wouldn't mind dealing with a child made of plastic, powerful artifacts, and flesh.*
The Porcelain child is with the larger cloaked man, and they are playing a simple game of checkers together, the man, who can be seen to be a lizardfolk with dark scales, occasionally coughs some kind of black substance into his hand, which worries the child, but they always calm them down.
Stroth is walking into the tavern, humming to herself. She is dressed in a shoulderless black dress with lace that crawls up her neck and down her arms. She peers over at the child, immediately interested after smelling the magic purely radiating off of it.
The child, despite seeming to not be very intelligent, is absolutely destroying his Lizardfolk caretaker. The magic they smell is old, powerful and potent stuff, despite the small package it is contained in. She would also recognize the magic isn't from this plane, but rather the Feywild.
She appears behind it quietly, standing over it like a demon ready to strike
The Lizardfolk looks up, Stroth can smell he's got magic too, but rather learned than part of his being like the child, necrotic, and rather potent as well, although not near the level of the child. Their voice grumbles, like ash and gravel "Hello?"
"I smelled something fantastic from this direction!" She chirps, baring her sharp, unnatural grin
Their eyes narrow, gesturing for the child to continue to play with them, although they continue the conversation "Well we are in a tavern." He looks suspicious of them.
"Oh yes but I'm pretty sure they don't cook up magical objects here." She grins madly.
He pushes back the cloak, revealing an old lizard covered in black scales, eyes tired "Please. You aren't suggesting that right?"
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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.'
*Still here if you want to rp with me, if not I'll still be here.*
*Sure, who ya wanna interact with?*
*Anyone at all will do perfectly, I am entirely content. Though that doesn't really help, Stroth, and someone who wouldn't mind dealing with a child made of plastic, powerful artifacts, and flesh.*
The Porcelain child is with the larger cloaked man, and they are playing a simple game of checkers together, the man, who can be seen to be a lizardfolk with dark scales, occasionally coughs some kind of black substance into his hand, which worries the child, but they always calm them down.
Stroth is walking into the tavern, humming to herself. She is dressed in a shoulderless black dress with lace that crawls up her neck and down her arms. She peers over at the child, immediately interested after smelling the magic purely radiating off of it.
The child, despite seeming to not be very intelligent, is absolutely destroying his Lizardfolk caretaker. The magic they smell is old, powerful and potent stuff, despite the small package it is contained in. She would also recognize the magic isn't from this plane, but rather the Feywild.
She appears behind it quietly, standing over it like a demon ready to strike
The Lizardfolk looks up, Stroth can smell he's got magic too, but rather learned than part of his being like the child, necrotic, and rather potent as well, although not near the level of the child. Their voice grumbles, like ash and gravel "Hello?"
"I smelled something fantastic from this direction!" She chirps, baring her sharp, unnatural grin
Their eyes narrow, gesturing for the child to continue to play with them, although they continue the conversation "Well we are in a tavern." He looks suspicious of them.
"Oh yes but I'm pretty sure they don't cook up magical objects here." She grins madly.
He pushes back the cloak, revealing an old lizard covered in black scales, eyes tired "Please. You aren't suggesting that right?"
"Oh but I am dear." She said, spidery legs sprouting from her veins made of her own blood "I smelled something absolutely delicious over here and I justed wanted to have a peek of what you have simmering in the pot." Dozens of eyes open up on her face, staring at the child.
'Nather and Blubs Armory'... A tale as old as time. The deadliest weapon makers in all the lands and universe's. Their weapons were used in the Blood Wars between Demon and Devil kind, they were specially crafted for the God of War, and were distributed amongst the lands before all races even knew about each other. One could say this was how all the wars were started, but these finely crafted weapons that stood true despite the number of lives they took. However, when you create such beautiful weapons and everyone has one.. you tend to run yourself out of business.
While the years went by, 'Nather and Blubs Armory' became hollow, the forges no longer burning and the sound of hammers but a mere echo. While the faces of the proprietors were never discovered behind the metal walls, it is said one still lives in the remnant that is the factory.
The factory was once alight with fires that were there since the dawn of time. Automans resembling faceless creatures worked it's halls, forging guns and blades and hammers meant to wrought life or death upon its victim. It's halls are now empty, rust having took over the factory like mold on bread. The automans stand lifeless, statues of a better past.
"Oh but I am dear." She said, spidery legs sprouting from her veins made of her own blood "I smelled something absolutely delicious over here and I justed wanted to have a peek of what you have simmering in the pot." Dozens of eyes open up on her face, staring at the child.
He puts one clawed hand to his own face, sighing with disappointment. He puts his claws over the child's ears, the child not resisting, before beginning to speak to Stroth "This one has been through enough already, they need not suffer more. Even if you die try, I believe it wouldn't be worth the effort."
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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.'
"Oh but I am dear." She said, spidery legs sprouting from her veins made of her own blood "I smelled something absolutely delicious over here and I justed wanted to have a peek of what you have simmering in the pot." Dozens of eyes open up on her face, staring at the child.
He puts one clawed hand to his own face, sighing with disappointment. He puts his claws over the child's ears, the child not resisting, before beginning to speak to Stroth "This one has been through enough already, they need not suffer more. Even if you die try, I believe it wouldn't be worth the effort."
She grins so much it looks like her skin is about to rip from her bones from the force "Believe me, I wouldn't I am trying to aim for my own child after all so what type of mother would murder another." She chuckles "But be wary my friend, I do get hungry."
"Oh but I am dear." She said, spidery legs sprouting from her veins made of her own blood "I smelled something absolutely delicious over here and I justed wanted to have a peek of what you have simmering in the pot." Dozens of eyes open up on her face, staring at the child.
He puts one clawed hand to his own face, sighing with disappointment. He puts his claws over the child's ears, the child not resisting, before beginning to speak to Stroth "This one has been through enough already, they need not suffer more. Even if you die try, I believe it wouldn't be worth the effort."
She grins so much it looks like her skin is about to rip from her bones from the force "Believe me, I wouldn't I am trying to aim for my own child after all so what type of mother would murder another." She chuckles "But be wary my friend, I do get hungry."
He shakes his head once more "If you must, leave the child unharmed, I do not want them lashing out by accident and causing trouble neither of us need." He puts his hands off of their ears, leaning back into his chair once more. The Child looks to them, with confused eyes.
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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.'
*Anyone at all will do perfectly, I am entirely content. Though that doesn't really help, Stroth, and someone who wouldn't mind dealing with a child made of plastic, powerful artifacts, and flesh.*
Grimes is grumbling in the forest after failing to gun down Sparrow, reloading his sniper rifle with silver shells as he waits for him to peek his head out from the camp, looking down the scope from 400ft away.
The Porcelain child is with the larger cloaked man, and they are playing a simple game of checkers together, the man, who can be seen to be a lizardfolk with dark scales, occasionally coughs some kind of black substance into his hand, which worries the child, but they always calm them down.
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.)
Stroth is walking into the tavern, humming to herself. She is dressed in a shoulderless black dress with lace that crawls up her neck and down her arms. She peers over at the child, immediately interested after smelling the magic purely radiating off of it.
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 child, despite seeming to not be very intelligent, is absolutely destroying his Lizardfolk caretaker. The magic they smell is old, powerful and potent stuff, despite the small package it is contained in. She would also recognize the magic isn't from this plane, but rather the Feywild.
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 appears behind it quietly, standing over it like a demon ready to strike
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
*afternoon*
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)
The Lizardfolk looks up, Stroth can smell he's got magic too, but rather learned than part of his being like the child, necrotic, and rather potent as well, although not near the level of the child. Their voice grumbles, like ash and gravel "Hello?"
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.)
*Afternoon.*
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 smelled something fantastic from this direction!" She chirps, baring her sharp, unnatural grin
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
Their eyes narrow, gesturing for the child to continue to play with them, although they continue the conversation "Well we are in a tavern." He looks suspicious of them.
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.)
(hi wendo)
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
"Oh yes but I'm pretty sure they don't cook up magical objects here." She grins madly.
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
*MOONIE!!!*
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 pushes back the cloak, revealing an old lizard covered in black scales, eyes tired "Please. You aren't suggesting that right?"
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.)
"Oh but I am dear." She said, spidery legs sprouting from her veins made of her own blood "I smelled something absolutely delicious over here and I justed wanted to have a peek of what you have simmering in the pot." Dozens of eyes open up on her face, staring at the child.
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
'Nather and Blubs Armory'... A tale as old as time. The deadliest weapon makers in all the lands and universe's. Their weapons were used in the Blood Wars between Demon and Devil kind, they were specially crafted for the God of War, and were distributed amongst the lands before all races even knew about each other. One could say this was how all the wars were started, but these finely crafted weapons that stood true despite the number of lives they took. However, when you create such beautiful weapons and everyone has one.. you tend to run yourself out of business.
While the years went by, 'Nather and Blubs Armory' became hollow, the forges no longer burning and the sound of hammers but a mere echo. While the faces of the proprietors were never discovered behind the metal walls, it is said one still lives in the remnant that is the factory.
The factory was once alight with fires that were there since the dawn of time. Automans resembling faceless creatures worked it's halls, forging guns and blades and hammers meant to wrought life or death upon its victim. It's halls are now empty, rust having took over the factory like mold on bread. The automans stand lifeless, statues of a better past.
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 puts one clawed hand to his own face, sighing with disappointment. He puts his claws over the child's ears, the child not resisting, before beginning to speak to Stroth "This one has been through enough already, they need not suffer more. Even if you die try, I believe it wouldn't be worth the effort."
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 grins so much it looks like her skin is about to rip from her bones from the force "Believe me, I wouldn't I am trying to aim for my own child after all so what type of mother would murder another." She chuckles "But be wary my friend, I do get hungry."
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
*Fyoder Dostoevsky*
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 shakes his head once more "If you must, leave the child unharmed, I do not want them lashing out by accident and causing trouble neither of us need." He puts his hands off of their ears, leaning back into his chair once more. The Child looks to them, with confused eyes.
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.)
*Good to see you too Jobah.*
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.)