*If anyone wishes to rp, here are the characters.*
Stroth is sitting on the roof of the tavern, eating lunch of a salad, a man she discreetly killed and was careful to not get caught for, and corn on the cob. Its a scary sight, watching her eat with her multiple mouths.
A large figure dressed in golden armor is sitting in the tavern, polishing his shield made of similar gold metal. The symbol of abjuration on the front is etched nicely.
Jack is trying to practice his new spell but he cant seem to get it right.
KK is also on the roof of the tavern, making a painting of the landscape in vivid shades of red, using paint that is probably made from someone's blood to do so.
Stroth hands her some corn "Want some?"
One of her hands that isn't holding her painting tools accepts the corn. "Yes, thank you."
She nods and hands her half an ear, snapping it in half.
She takes the offered half, looking back at the painting. "So, how have things been?" She asks, taking a bite from the corn.
"Eh, okay for the most part." She said "What about you?"
She huffs "Quite sorry but seeing you even, even a little, makes me want to help."
They nod, fascinated.
"Ah, but ya ain't got ta. It was only a little impalement from work, it ain't even get to go all the way through." He takes one of her hands, kissing the back of it.
He finally breaks the silent "Nice to meet you, Ragnerious, but everyone calls me Rag."
"I want to." she sighs and kisses his forehead.
"You may call me La'Thay, my name is much longer than that but it is a shorter version."
He pushes himself to sit beside her "Just another thing I love 'bout ya. More generous an' lovin' than I deserve."
"La'Thay? An interesting name to say the least about you. May I know your full name?"
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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.'
"It's alright- you being here is already helping a lot." She responds, grinning as well as she imagines it... it's as horrifying as it is beautiful, she thinks.
The Seer has given up on trying to make any snide responses, focusing its efforts fully onto pushing back. It seems to have spent a lot of energy to do this, but still has much more.
He looks back to her, knowing that she's thinking about it. He stands back up, walking over to the piano and beginning to play an eerie tune, beautiful and bone chilling.
She pushes back with everything she's got, smiling at the fact that they've finally given up on all of the dumb attempts at dissuading her. She channels the forest through her back into the ground, amplifying it,
KK sits on the bench next to him, placing two of her hands on another end of the keyboard and beginning to add a counterpoint melody to his playing- it's slower, but complements the original melody rather well.
It continues to try to get past her attempt to seal it back into the earth, taking from the corruption and shadows around itself. It isn't even trying to re-corrupt the terrain anymore- it just wants to break free from the clearing and flee to scheme another day.
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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)
She huffs "Quite sorry but seeing you even, even a little, makes me want to help."
They nod, fascinated.
"Ah, but ya ain't got ta. It was only a little impalement from work, it ain't even get to go all the way through." He takes one of her hands, kissing the back of it.
He finally breaks the silent "Nice to meet you, Ragnerious, but everyone calls me Rag."
"I want to." she sighs and kisses his forehead.
"You may call me La'Thay, my name is much longer than that but it is a shorter version."
He pushes himself to sit beside her "Just another thing I love 'bout ya. More generous an' lovin' than I deserve."
"La'Thay? An interesting name to say the least about you. May I know your full name?"
"You are more than I could ever deserves.." she mutters and hugs him tightly.
"La'Thayanshia'Day'Toberrta." They said "Bit of a mouthful."
"Do not run child...i will bring you to your mother..." the voice says, like static in her brain. The monster follows her, right on her heels
"That pain-loving wretch is not my mother!" She yells back in response, not daring to slow down.
"I am not talking about the rot child...." he grumbles
She pauses for a moment to catch her breath, hiding behind a tree. "S- She didn't... send you after me?" She asks, getting ready to flee again should he be trying to trick her.
The monster lays on the ground, staring at her tree. "She did, but I did not realize...what she wanted to do...I may be a monster...but I have a heart..." it says lowly
"Why?... Why is she doing this?.." She asks no one in particular, still on guard.
He holds out a clawed finger. "I do not know child..."
She very hesitantly looks out from behind the tree, not saying anything, before stepping a bit closer with extreme reluctance.
Up close he looks almost cat-like. He tilts his head slightly.
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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.
*If anyone wishes to rp, here are the characters.*
Stroth is sitting on the roof of the tavern, eating lunch of a salad, a man she discreetly killed and was careful to not get caught for, and corn on the cob. Its a scary sight, watching her eat with her multiple mouths.
A large figure dressed in golden armor is sitting in the tavern, polishing his shield made of similar gold metal. The symbol of abjuration on the front is etched nicely.
Jack is trying to practice his new spell but he cant seem to get it right.
KK is also on the roof of the tavern, making a painting of the landscape in vivid shades of red, using paint that is probably made from someone's blood to do so.
Stroth hands her some corn "Want some?"
One of her hands that isn't holding her painting tools accepts the corn. "Yes, thank you."
She nods and hands her half an ear, snapping it in half.
She takes the offered half, looking back at the painting. "So, how have things been?" She asks, taking a bite from the corn.
"Eh, okay for the most part." She said "What about you?"
"It's been a rollercoaster. Have a boyfriend now, made a nightmare theme park, and the Seer is trying to come back... peaks and valleys, you know?"
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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)
"It's alright- you being here is already helping a lot." She responds, grinning as well as she imagines it... it's as horrifying as it is beautiful, she thinks.
The Seer has given up on trying to make any snide responses, focusing its efforts fully onto pushing back. It seems to have spent a lot of energy to do this, but still has much more.
He looks back to her, knowing that she's thinking about it. He stands back up, walking over to the piano and beginning to play an eerie tune, beautiful and bone chilling.
She pushes back with everything she's got, smiling at the fact that they've finally given up on all of the dumb attempts at dissuading her. She channels the forest through her back into the ground, amplifying it,
KK sits on the bench next to him, placing two of her hands on another end of the keyboard and beginning to add a counterpoint melody to his playing- it's slower, but complements the original melody rather well.
It continues to try to get past her attempt to seal it back into the earth, taking from the corruption and shadows around itself. It isn't even trying to re-corrupt the terrain anymore- it just wants to break free from the clearing and flee to scheme another day.
He changes the pace ever slowly, like a rising tide to suddenly becoming a calm lake, a mild river to a waterfall, the ever erratic mind of insanity, symbolized only a fraction in this song they both play.
With every attempt they make she has a counter, it takes an immense amount of effort to hold back the tide of evil magic, burning spells slots faster by the second. She makes a small call out, through the forest with her druidic power, almost undetectable, to Omori to come to her.
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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.'
*If anyone wishes to rp, here are the characters.*
Stroth is sitting on the roof of the tavern, eating lunch of a salad, a man she discreetly killed and was careful to not get caught for, and corn on the cob. Its a scary sight, watching her eat with her multiple mouths.
A large figure dressed in golden armor is sitting in the tavern, polishing his shield made of similar gold metal. The symbol of abjuration on the front is etched nicely.
Jack is trying to practice his new spell but he cant seem to get it right.
KK is also on the roof of the tavern, making a painting of the landscape in vivid shades of red, using paint that is probably made from someone's blood to do so.
Stroth hands her some corn "Want some?"
One of her hands that isn't holding her painting tools accepts the corn. "Yes, thank you."
She nods and hands her half an ear, snapping it in half.
She takes the offered half, looking back at the painting. "So, how have things been?" She asks, taking a bite from the corn.
"Eh, okay for the most part." She said "What about you?"
"It's been a rollercoaster. Have a boyfriend now, made a nightmare theme park, and the Seer is trying to come back... peaks and valleys, you know?"
"A boyfriend eh? Look at you gooooooo!" she pokes her.
"You are more than I could ever deserves.." she mutters and hugs him tightly.
"La'Thayanshia'Day'Toberrta." They said "Bit of a mouthful."
He hugs her back, just as tight within his arms "Are we just gonna spend the entire rest o' the mornin' talkin' 'bout how we don't deserve each other?" He asks.
He raises an eyebrow, chuckling "Just a bit, I'll stick to La'Thay then."
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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.'
"Eh, okay for the most part." She said "What about you?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Jack chuckles at that and closes it once he is done. He stands up and kisses Phoenix.
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
Phoenix lets out a surprised squeak but melts into the kiss
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Jack pulls away and smiles "Thank you.."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He nods. "yeah of course. Happy late birthday dear.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He pushes himself to sit beside her "Just another thing I love 'bout ya. More generous an' lovin' than I deserve."
"La'Thay? An interesting name to say the least about you. May I know your full name?"
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.)
He laughs a bit "You didnt need to do anything for my birthday.."
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
KK sits on the bench next to him, placing two of her hands on another end of the keyboard and beginning to add a counterpoint melody to his playing- it's slower, but complements the original melody rather well.
It continues to try to get past her attempt to seal it back into the earth, taking from the corruption and shadows around itself. It isn't even trying to re-corrupt the terrain anymore- it just wants to break free from the clearing and flee to scheme another day.
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)
"You are more than I could ever deserves.." she mutters and hugs him tightly.
"La'Thayanshia'Day'Toberrta." They said "Bit of a mouthful."
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
"Too bad. I wanted to gie ya a present."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He sighs "This is more than a present.. Its so much more than that though.."
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
"It's been a rollercoaster. Have a boyfriend now, made a nightmare theme park, and the Seer is trying to come back... peaks and valleys, you know?"
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)
"i..." he goes quiet, embarrsed.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He changes the pace ever slowly, like a rising tide to suddenly becoming a calm lake, a mild river to a waterfall, the ever erratic mind of insanity, symbolized only a fraction in this song they both play.
With every attempt they make she has a counter, it takes an immense amount of effort to hold back the tide of evil magic, burning spells slots faster by the second. She makes a small call out, through the forest with her druidic power, almost undetectable, to Omori to come to her.
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.)
"A boyfriend eh? Look at you gooooooo!" she pokes her.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I will make you something." He said and stood up.
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
"N-n-no! You dont gotta do that!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"your dying anyways so what does it matter or are you saying other people have more knowledge of poison or wounds than a druid?"
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He hugs her back, just as tight within his arms "Are we just gonna spend the entire rest o' the mornin' talkin' 'bout how we don't deserve each other?" He asks.
He raises an eyebrow, chuckling "Just a bit, I'll stick to La'Thay then."
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.)