Theren has returned from his dungeon crawl. His right arm is missing, the bleeding stopped. He staggers up to the inn, mumbling to himself.
Thirteen follows behind him, looking quite battered as well. His flail is broken, his shadow is torn, and his light movements seem to indicate badly broken ribs.
"That...was not as expected..."
“At least we survived…”
"Why in the ever loving 9 hells did that statue fire lasers?!"
“I do not know. It was like a Skyward Sword miniboss.”
"What?" he asks confused. "Nevermind. Also, those statues....wonder if they were golems of some sort?"
“Possibly. I did not see a shem of any kind but glyphic artifice has modernized so much that I wouldn’t know the difference. Anyway, we need to find someone who can cast regenerate.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Theren has returned from his dungeon crawl. His right arm is missing, the bleeding stopped. He staggers up to the inn, mumbling to himself.
Thirteen follows behind him, looking quite battered as well. His flail is broken, his shadow is torn, and his light movements seem to indicate badly broken ribs.
"That...was not as expected..."
“At least we survived…”
"Why in the ever loving 9 hells did that statue fire lasers?!"
“I do not know. It was like a Skyward Sword miniboss.”
"What?" he asks confused. "Nevermind. Also, those statues....wonder if they were golems of some sort?"
“Possibly. I did not see a shem of any kind but glyphic artifice has modernized so much that I wouldn’t know the difference. Anyway, we need to find someone who can cast regenerate.”
"Nah, I'll be fine. I've got a prosthetic arm somewhere in my small demiplane." he says, waving vaugley at the gaping green hole that has appeared.
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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'm not actually leaving... just locking myself in a secure box that will hold me until my body self-implodes." He said, rolling his shoulder.
"Good of you. Does the city know? they'll come after him if he didn't get a permit or anything. Believe me, I know the hell of it." he chuckles.
"I know it seems rude to ask this, but you have tried every option right? I wish I knew how to help, but I don't even think Greed's power could fix this. I'm sorry."
He rubs his chin before shaking his head "I'll get all of that settled one way or another. It shouldn't be too much of a challenge, though I haven't gone through bureaucracy in a long time."
"I have. Talked to clerics, trapped gods, and altered my body.. Everything to stop it." he said, rubbing his eyes.
"I can help you if you want. Had to go through it, I know the ways they [gp] you over." he shrugs.
"I'm sorry you have resigned yourself to this as your only solution." He shakes his head, laying down next to them "Would it be okay if you told me about your life? So I can remember you better."
He shakes his head "I'll be fine, if they try to, I'll likely catch it early." He shifts his stance "What fighting styles do you know?"
"... I grew up on an oil rig. My father was a horrible man, forcing me to work as soon as I hit ten years of age. Drank like a sailor and hit me like I was a dog. He died after I pushed him off the side of the rig and never got found out for it. Worked on the rig as a welder till I was twenty or so then left because I felt stifled. Began making machines at a factory that produced weapons. Got into a fight with the boss after I found he was scamming me out of my money and he pushed me into one of the machines. Got torn up.." he lowers his mask. His entire lower jaw is made of metal with sharp teeth that pierce his upper lip "Had to rebuild myself."
"Judo, Taekwondo, Kung Fu, Akidio, Wrestling, Bajiquan, Krav Maga, Muay Tai, Boxing.." he shrugs
Max is lying on the ground, staring up at the skies above. His fully dressed, including his black mask to cover his nose and mouth so as not to scare children or families. He has thrown up three times this morning, which isn't a good sign, but at the moment, he is trying to calm his stomach.
Samaritan kick-boxes a punching bag, and the archdevil lands brutal hits against it. He is dressed in a black tanktop, his inky black skin on display, his golden skull mask, and a pair of grey sweats.
Eito stands over you, staring down at you, the cold light of their face, patches, and halo piercing your eyes. You can tell that this being is celestial in nature.
Mauric is wondering where all the training dummies and punching bags keep coming from, and who’s restocking them.
Theren has returned from his dungeon crawl. His right arm is missing, the bleeding stopped. He staggers up to the inn, mumbling to himself.
Thirteen follows behind him, looking quite battered as well. His flail is broken, his shadow is torn, and his light movements seem to indicate badly broken ribs.
"That...was not as expected..."
“At least we survived…”
"Why in the ever loving 9 hells did that statue fire lasers?!"
“I do not know. It was like a Skyward Sword miniboss.”
"What?" he asks confused. "Nevermind. Also, those statues....wonder if they were golems of some sort?"
“Possibly. I did not see a shem of any kind but glyphic artifice has modernized so much that I wouldn’t know the difference. Anyway, we need to find someone who can cast regenerate.”
"Nah, I'll be fine. I've got a prosthetic arm somewhere in my small demiplane." he says, waving vaugley at the gaping green hole that has appeared.
“Good to hear.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He gently takes her hand off. "Miss, not trying to be rude here...but my arm ain't gonna grow back. Wishes are the only thing now." he says with a kind smile, the scars on his face contorting.
"Son, believe me, I have worked as a cleric for many years, then as a monk, then as a barbarian. I have healed those who believed they couldn't be healed." She folds her arms.
"Miss, i've died and returned from the hells themselves. I've had worse than a missing arm. My only worry is how my wife is gonna handle this." he says, reaching into his bag of holding and pulling out a silver prothsetic arm.
She sighs and runs a hand through her wild red hair "Don't call me miss dear, I am pretty sure I am older than ye."
"Just reaching my 49th birthday soon." he mutters.
He gently takes her hand off. "Miss, not trying to be rude here...but my arm ain't gonna grow back. Wishes are the only thing now." he says with a kind smile, the scars on his face contorting.
"Son, believe me, I have worked as a cleric for many years, then as a monk, then as a barbarian. I have healed those who believed they couldn't be healed." She folds her arms.
"Miss, i've died and returned from the hells themselves. I've had worse than a missing arm. My only worry is how my wife is gonna handle this." he says, reaching into his bag of holding and pulling out a silver prothsetic arm.
She sighs and runs a hand through her wild red hair "Don't call me miss dear, I am pretty sure I am older than ye."
"Just reaching my 49th birthday soon." he mutters.
"Okay, so 400 year difference then." she said
He blinks as he struggles to attach the arm. "Stupid thing...wont...'
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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'm not actually leaving... just locking myself in a secure box that will hold me until my body self-implodes." He said, rolling his shoulder.
"Good of you. Does the city know? they'll come after him if he didn't get a permit or anything. Believe me, I know the hell of it." he chuckles.
"I know it seems rude to ask this, but you have tried every option right? I wish I knew how to help, but I don't even think Greed's power could fix this. I'm sorry."
He rubs his chin before shaking his head "I'll get all of that settled one way or another. It shouldn't be too much of a challenge, though I haven't gone through bureaucracy in a long time."
"I have. Talked to clerics, trapped gods, and altered my body.. Everything to stop it." he said, rubbing his eyes.
"I can help you if you want. Had to go through it, I know the ways they [gp] you over." he shrugs.
"I'm sorry you have resigned yourself to this as your only solution." He shakes his head, laying down next to them "Would it be okay if you told me about your life? So I can remember you better."
He shakes his head "I'll be fine, if they try to, I'll likely catch it early." He shifts his stance "What fighting styles do you know?"
"... I grew up on an oil rig. My father was a horrible man, forcing me to work as soon as I hit ten years of age. Drank like a sailor and hit me like I was a dog. He died after I pushed him off the side of the rig and never got found out for it. Worked on the rig as a welder till I was twenty or so then left because I felt stifled. Began making machines at a factory that produced weapons. Got into a fight with the boss after I found he was scamming me out of my money and he pushed me into one of the machines. Got torn up.." he lowers his mask. His entire lower jaw is made of metal with sharp teeth that pierce his upper lip "Had to rebuild myself."
"Judo, Taekwondo, Kung Fu, Akidio, Wrestling, Bajiquan, Krav Maga, Muay Tai, Boxing.." he shrugs
He nods along with them, slowly taking it all in, turning his head to see the terrible destruction they have to repair themselves from. Once he is done speaking in that aspect in nods one last time "I will remember you. I will remember the terrible parts of your life you had to go through, the consequences of others actions onto you. I will live for a very long time, and I will tell your story to those who deserve to hear it Max."
He nods along with them, curious about the long list of fighting styles they know "Hmm, interesting, self taught or professionally trained?"
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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.'
He gently takes her hand off. "Miss, not trying to be rude here...but my arm ain't gonna grow back. Wishes are the only thing now." he says with a kind smile, the scars on his face contorting.
"Son, believe me, I have worked as a cleric for many years, then as a monk, then as a barbarian. I have healed those who believed they couldn't be healed." She folds her arms.
"Miss, i've died and returned from the hells themselves. I've had worse than a missing arm. My only worry is how my wife is gonna handle this." he says, reaching into his bag of holding and pulling out a silver prothsetic arm.
She sighs and runs a hand through her wild red hair "Don't call me miss dear, I am pretty sure I am older than ye."
"Just reaching my 49th birthday soon." he mutters.
"Okay, so 400 year difference then." she said
He blinks as he struggles to attach the arm. "Stupid thing...wont...'
She watches him before sighing "Ye are doing it wrong." she said and took it, examining it for a moment before clicking a few places in the metal and handing it to him.
He nods, smiling kindly. "You look mighty familiar to one of my friends."
"And who would that be?" The blonde asks, obviously the less meek of the two.
"you related to Sparrow at all?" he asks
Her face twists in anger for a moment before nodding "Unfortunately... yes... He's our older brother."
"I can tell you're upset by that.."
"Because he's the worst! He says he cares about us and stuff..."
"That's a good thing though..."
"No! He... he..." It begins to dawn on them that they have been awful people to a brother that has done nothing but care for them. The guilt beginning to weigh heavy on their minds.
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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.'
"I'm not actually leaving... just locking myself in a secure box that will hold me until my body self-implodes." He said, rolling his shoulder.
"Good of you. Does the city know? they'll come after him if he didn't get a permit or anything. Believe me, I know the hell of it." he chuckles.
"I know it seems rude to ask this, but you have tried every option right? I wish I knew how to help, but I don't even think Greed's power could fix this. I'm sorry."
He rubs his chin before shaking his head "I'll get all of that settled one way or another. It shouldn't be too much of a challenge, though I haven't gone through bureaucracy in a long time."
"I have. Talked to clerics, trapped gods, and altered my body.. Everything to stop it." he said, rubbing his eyes.
"I can help you if you want. Had to go through it, I know the ways they [gp] you over." he shrugs.
"I'm sorry you have resigned yourself to this as your only solution." He shakes his head, laying down next to them "Would it be okay if you told me about your life? So I can remember you better."
He shakes his head "I'll be fine, if they try to, I'll likely catch it early." He shifts his stance "What fighting styles do you know?"
"... I grew up on an oil rig. My father was a horrible man, forcing me to work as soon as I hit ten years of age. Drank like a sailor and hit me like I was a dog. He died after I pushed him off the side of the rig and never got found out for it. Worked on the rig as a welder till I was twenty or so then left because I felt stifled. Began making machines at a factory that produced weapons. Got into a fight with the boss after I found he was scamming me out of my money and he pushed me into one of the machines. Got torn up.." he lowers his mask. His entire lower jaw is made of metal with sharp teeth that pierce his upper lip "Had to rebuild myself."
"Judo, Taekwondo, Kung Fu, Akidio, Wrestling, Bajiquan, Krav Maga, Muay Tai, Boxing.." he shrugs
He nods along with them, slowly taking it all in, turning his head to see the terrible destruction they have to repair themselves from. Once he is done speaking in that aspect in nods one last time "I will remember you. I will remember the terrible parts of your life you had to go through, the consequences of others actions onto you. I will live for a very long time, and I will tell your story to those who deserve to hear it Max."
He nods along with them, curious about the long list of fighting styles they know "Hmm, interesting, self taught or professionally trained?"
"You shouldn't care, you didnt care. This was my plan, that you wouldn't care." he said, his voice turning sharp.
"Self taught actually, you would think they would've taught us at the military."
Max is lying on the ground, staring up at the skies above. His fully dressed, including his black mask to cover his nose and mouth so as not to scare children or families. He has thrown up three times this morning, which isn't a good sign, but at the moment, he is trying to calm his stomach.
Samaritan kick-boxes a punching bag, and the archdevil lands brutal hits against it. He is dressed in a black tanktop, his inky black skin on display, his golden skull mask, and a pair of grey sweats.
Eito stands over you, staring down at you, the cold light of their face, patches, and halo piercing your eyes. You can tell that this being is celestial in nature.
Mauric is wondering where all the training dummies and punching bags keep coming from, and who’s restocking them.
Max sighs and sits up "Can I help you?"
Samaritan waves to him, nodding.
“Are you a shorn spirit?”
”Hi, Boss!” Mauric waves back.
"What?" He blinks, looking confused.
"Howre you?" he asks
“When an individual achieves the sixth stage of divine truth, they shed mortal bodies and become idealized souls that possess shape and being echoing their previous lives through lingering connection to their former life. But if one reaches this state for selfish reasons, they are punished. Their soul is, in a manner of speaking, ‘repossessed’, and taken back to the Third World. The body remains, attuned to the powers of this unenlightened universe, but condemned to never be able to advance further. If power in this life is all you desired, it is what you shall be given.”
“Good, good. How are things with you and your boyfriend?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He gently takes her hand off. "Miss, not trying to be rude here...but my arm ain't gonna grow back. Wishes are the only thing now." he says with a kind smile, the scars on his face contorting.
"Son, believe me, I have worked as a cleric for many years, then as a monk, then as a barbarian. I have healed those who believed they couldn't be healed." She folds her arms.
"Miss, i've died and returned from the hells themselves. I've had worse than a missing arm. My only worry is how my wife is gonna handle this." he says, reaching into his bag of holding and pulling out a silver prothsetic arm.
She sighs and runs a hand through her wild red hair "Don't call me miss dear, I am pretty sure I am older than ye."
"Just reaching my 49th birthday soon." he mutters.
"Okay, so 400 year difference then." she said
He blinks as he struggles to attach the arm. "Stupid thing...wont...'
She watches him before sighing "Ye are doing it wrong." she said and took it, examining it for a moment before clicking a few places in the metal and handing it to him.
"Thanks..." he says, putting it on and flexing the fingers. "My names Theren Dotsk by the way. And you are?"
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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.
He nods, smiling kindly. "You look mighty familiar to one of my friends."
"And who would that be?" The blonde asks, obviously the less meek of the two.
"you related to Sparrow at all?" he asks
Her face twists in anger for a moment before nodding "Unfortunately... yes... He's our older brother."
"I can tell you're upset by that.."
"Because he's the worst! He says he cares about us and stuff..."
"That's a good thing though..."
"No! He... he..." It begins to dawn on them that they have been awful people to a brother that has done nothing but care for them. The guilt beginning to weigh heavy on their minds.
Phoenix sighs. "Do you need a hug?"
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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.
Max is lying on the ground, staring up at the skies above. His fully dressed, including his black mask to cover his nose and mouth so as not to scare children or families. He has thrown up three times this morning, which isn't a good sign, but at the moment, he is trying to calm his stomach.
Samaritan kick-boxes a punching bag, and the archdevil lands brutal hits against it. He is dressed in a black tanktop, his inky black skin on display, his golden skull mask, and a pair of grey sweats.
Eito stands over you, staring down at you, the cold light of their face, patches, and halo piercing your eyes. You can tell that this being is celestial in nature.
Mauric is wondering where all the training dummies and punching bags keep coming from, and who’s restocking them.
Max sighs and sits up "Can I help you?"
Samaritan waves to him, nodding.
“Are you a shorn spirit?”
”Hi, Boss!” Mauric waves back.
"What?" He blinks, looking confused.
"Howre you?" he asks
“When an individual achieves the sixth stage of divine truth, they shed mortal bodies and become idealized souls that possess shape and being echoing their previous lives through lingering connection to their former life. But if one reaches this state for selfish reasons, they are punished. Their soul is, in a manner of speaking, ‘repossessed’, and taken back to the Third World. The body remains, attuned to the powers of this unenlightened universe, but condemned to never be able to advance further. If power in this life is all you desired, it is what you shall be given.”
“Good, good. How are things with you and your boyfriend?”
"What I seek is my flesh not causing my internal organs to explode and cause my flesh to become toxic." He grumbles, rolling his eyes.
"Good I suppose." He shrugs a bit and sighs.
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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
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Her face twists in anger for a moment before nodding "Unfortunately... yes... He's our older brother."
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.)
“Possibly. I did not see a shem of any kind but glyphic artifice has modernized so much that I wouldn’t know the difference. Anyway, we need to find someone who can cast regenerate.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"I can tell you're upset by that.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Nah, I'll be fine. I've got a prosthetic arm somewhere in my small demiplane." he says, waving vaugley at the gaping green hole that has appeared.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"... I grew up on an oil rig. My father was a horrible man, forcing me to work as soon as I hit ten years of age. Drank like a sailor and hit me like I was a dog. He died after I pushed him off the side of the rig and never got found out for it. Worked on the rig as a welder till I was twenty or so then left because I felt stifled. Began making machines at a factory that produced weapons. Got into a fight with the boss after I found he was scamming me out of my money and he pushed me into one of the machines. Got torn up.." he lowers his mask. His entire lower jaw is made of metal with sharp teeth that pierce his upper lip "Had to rebuild myself."
"Judo, Taekwondo, Kung Fu, Akidio, Wrestling, Bajiquan, Krav Maga, Muay Tai, Boxing.." he shrugs
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
"Because he's the worst! He says he cares about us and stuff..."
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.)
"What?" He blinks, looking confused.
"Howre you?" he asks
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
“Good to hear.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"That's a good thing though..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Okay, so 400 year difference then." she said
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 rummages around in there before pulling out a silver arm.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He blinks as he struggles to attach the arm. "Stupid thing...wont...'
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods along with them, slowly taking it all in, turning his head to see the terrible destruction they have to repair themselves from. Once he is done speaking in that aspect in nods one last time "I will remember you. I will remember the terrible parts of your life you had to go through, the consequences of others actions onto you. I will live for a very long time, and I will tell your story to those who deserve to hear it Max."
He nods along with them, curious about the long list of fighting styles they know "Hmm, interesting, self taught or professionally trained?"
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 watches him before sighing "Ye are doing it wrong." she said and took it, examining it for a moment before clicking a few places in the metal and handing it to him.
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
"No! He... he..." It begins to dawn on them that they have been awful people to a brother that has done nothing but care for them. The guilt beginning to weigh heavy on their minds.
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.)
"You shouldn't care, you didnt care. This was my plan, that you wouldn't care." he said, his voice turning sharp.
"Self taught actually, you would think they would've taught us at the military."
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
“When an individual achieves the sixth stage of divine truth, they shed mortal bodies and become idealized souls that possess shape and being echoing their previous lives through lingering connection to their former life. But if one reaches this state for selfish reasons, they are punished. Their soul is, in a manner of speaking, ‘repossessed’, and taken back to the Third World. The body remains, attuned to the powers of this unenlightened universe, but condemned to never be able to advance further. If power in this life is all you desired, it is what you shall be given.”
“Good, good. How are things with you and your boyfriend?”
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.
"Thanks..." he says, putting it on and flexing the fingers. "My names Theren Dotsk by the way. And you are?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Phoenix sighs. "Do you need a hug?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"What I seek is my flesh not causing my internal organs to explode and cause my flesh to become toxic." He grumbles, rolling his eyes.
"Good I suppose." He shrugs a bit and sighs.
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