Stroth has somehow disappeared without a trace. She has left letter behind to only three people, Riotan, Sparrow, and KK. She has addressed that she is hiding in her demiplane for now until she feels safer.
La'Thay is still determining how to take care of the shadowy tissues near the town, taking notes about it in their mind.
Sable is outside in the garden by the Marrow House, sketching pictures of the flowers that bloom beautifully.
A mechanical bird lands next to her
*Sable is a guy.*
He looks up, his crimson red eyes blinking slowly.
(apologies)
It chirps at him
He smiles, bowing his head at the bird before returning to his sketch.
It flies onto his shoulder and looks at it
It appears to be a beautiful sketch of the garden itself.
The bird nods in approval
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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
Stroth has somehow disappeared without a trace. She has left letter behind to only three people, Riotan, Sparrow, and KK. She has addressed that she is hiding in her demiplane for now until she feels safer.
Sable is outside in the garden by the Marrow House, sketching pictures of the flowers that bloom beautifully.
Riotan is reading the letter and feeling worried. It’s not something he’s really ever felt before, however faint it may be. But he’s bottling those feelings up, as he does with all of his less-than-demonic impulses.
For reasons unknown, Thirteen is still trying to investigate.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The cigarette crumples up and falls to the ground before being crushed into the dirt road, leaving a circular imprint into the earth. Valentine hasn't looked up, having simply moved his fingers slightly to do all that.
He looks over to them, sighing as it falls to the ground. He silently sits down next to them, “Now what’d ya go an’ do that fer?” He asks, looking tired despite looking much better a mere few hours ago, his hands wrapped with bandages.
"Because you don't want to do that." He says simply. "I'm wracking my brain right now. What does mom like? I thought she liked death, so I killed a lot of people, but she didn't even notice. I heard she liked you, so I took on your last name, but she didn't notice that either."
*Looks like I’m back from being dead, do I want to be alive though?*
*Anybody want to rp?*
*Anyone else?*
*can i get a Sparrow and a Heriot?*
*And both you shall have. Also, do you not want Damian to die?*
Sparrow is cleaning his clothes in a river near his home. He seems to be the verge of tears as he does it, barely restraining himself from doing so. He takes each moment cleaning his duster slowly.
Heriot is sleeping in the forest. She snores heavily as her chests expands and contracts with each breath that she takes.
*No. He’s awesome. If he died I would be greatly saddened*
Eito is floating down the river solemnly, lying on his back.
Mala is slumbering not far away in a large tree.
*I mean, it’s destined to happen with how often he ‘dies’. Maybe he could be saved, idk.*
Sparrow looks at them, pulling his duster from the water and watching the float by.
She opens her eyes, sneaking over to the tree Mala is on, and begins to shake it.
*well, we’ll see ig*
“You seem to be in a state of anguish…” Their voice is soft and ethereal as they pass you by.
She squawks loudly and flops to the ground, looking very aggravated. “D-don’t do that!”
He shakes his head “Just… I just need some time, ta clear my head befer I talk with Stroth again.” He puts down the duster.
Heriot laughs and helps them back up “You never know when someone is going to attack, I learned that from my people, and now I’m teaching you.”
“What has wounded your state of being?”
She rustles a bit but nods. “Fffffine…”
“Just my wife thinking that I don’t trust her, and me doin’ everythin’ in my power to show her I do.”
She smiles at them, putting her halberd over her shoulder.
“If you trust her, you will not need to act to show it. You must merely do as you have always done and give her however much time she needs.”
Malafasa looks up at her, sighing. “So is that all you had to say?”
He stops for a moment, leaning back to look at the sky “Thank you… you’re right, I just need to be what I have always been… it is for the best that I do that at least.”
“Yep, how are you doing? Or how have you been?” She asks, spinning the halberd.
Stroth has somehow disappeared without a trace. She has left letter behind to only three people, Riotan, Sparrow, and KK. She has addressed that she is hiding in her demiplane for now until she feels safer.
La'Thay is still determining how to take care of the shadowy tissues near the town, taking notes about it in their mind.
Sable is outside in the garden by the Marrow House, sketching pictures of the flowers that bloom beautifully.
A mechanical bird lands next to her
*Sable is a guy.*
He looks up, his crimson red eyes blinking slowly.
(apologies)
It chirps at him
He smiles, bowing his head at the bird before returning to his sketch.
It flies onto his shoulder and looks at it
It appears to be a beautiful sketch of the garden itself.
Stroth has somehow disappeared without a trace. She has left letter behind to only three people, Riotan, Sparrow, and KK. She has addressed that she is hiding in her demiplane for now until she feels safer.
La'Thay is still determining how to take care of the shadowy tissues near the town, taking notes about it in their mind.
Sable is outside in the garden by the Marrow House, sketching pictures of the flowers that bloom beautifully.
A mechanical bird lands next to her
*Sable is a guy.*
He looks up, his crimson red eyes blinking slowly.
(apologies)
It chirps at him
He smiles, bowing his head at the bird before returning to his sketch.
It flies onto his shoulder and looks at it
It appears to be a beautiful sketch of the garden itself.
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
Stroth has somehow disappeared without a trace. She has left letter behind to only three people, Riotan, Sparrow, and KK. She has addressed that she is hiding in her demiplane for now until she feels safer.
Sable is outside in the garden by the Marrow House, sketching pictures of the flowers that bloom beautifully.
Riotan is reading the letter and feeling worried. It’s not something he’s really ever felt before, however faint it may be. But he’s bottling those feelings up, as he does with all of his less-than-demonic impulses.
For reasons unknown, Thirteen is still trying to investigate.
In his it mostly talks about 'Valentine' and how it has brought back her former lover and The Brand. She is paranoid, in ever sentence and word, that things will get worse for her.
The cigarette crumples up and falls to the ground before being crushed into the dirt road, leaving a circular imprint into the earth. Valentine hasn't looked up, having simply moved his fingers slightly to do all that.
He looks over to them, sighing as it falls to the ground. He silently sits down next to them, “Now what’d ya go an’ do that fer?” He asks, looking tired despite looking much better a mere few hours ago, his hands wrapped with bandages.
"Because you don't want to do that." He says simply. "I'm wracking my brain right now. What does mom like? I thought she liked death, so I killed a lot of people, but she didn't even notice. I heard she liked you, so I took on your last name, but she didn't notice that either."
“Just give it some time, I love ya, I know that yer mom will too, but ya shouldn’t kill people without a good reason, okay? An’… do you want me ta give ya a name?” He says to them, taking out his flask, before stopping himself “You don’t want me to drink this either huh?”
Sable sighs "I'm sorry little one, I cannot go there.."
it cocks its head
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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
*Looks like I’m back from being dead, do I want to be alive though?*
*Anybody want to rp?*
*Anyone else?*
*can i get a Sparrow and a Heriot?*
*And both you shall have. Also, do you not want Damian to die?*
Sparrow is cleaning his clothes in a river near his home. He seems to be the verge of tears as he does it, barely restraining himself from doing so. He takes each moment cleaning his duster slowly.
Heriot is sleeping in the forest. She snores heavily as her chests expands and contracts with each breath that she takes.
*No. He’s awesome. If he died I would be greatly saddened*
Eito is floating down the river solemnly, lying on his back.
Mala is slumbering not far away in a large tree.
*I mean, it’s destined to happen with how often he ‘dies’. Maybe he could be saved, idk.*
Sparrow looks at them, pulling his duster from the water and watching the float by.
She opens her eyes, sneaking over to the tree Mala is on, and begins to shake it.
*well, we’ll see ig*
“You seem to be in a state of anguish…” Their voice is soft and ethereal as they pass you by.
She squawks loudly and flops to the ground, looking very aggravated. “D-don’t do that!”
He shakes his head “Just… I just need some time, ta clear my head befer I talk with Stroth again.” He puts down the duster.
Heriot laughs and helps them back up “You never know when someone is going to attack, I learned that from my people, and now I’m teaching you.”
“What has wounded your state of being?”
She rustles a bit but nods. “Fffffine…”
“Just my wife thinking that I don’t trust her, and me doin’ everythin’ in my power to show her I do.”
She smiles at them, putting her halberd over her shoulder.
“If you trust her, you will not need to act to show it. You must merely do as you have always done and give her however much time she needs.”
Malafasa looks up at her, sighing. “So is that all you had to say?”
He stops for a moment, leaning back to look at the sky “Thank you… you’re right, I just need to be what I have always been… it is for the best that I do that at least.”
“Yep, how are you doing? Or how have you been?” She asks, spinning the halberd.
Eito drifts to the side and elegantly stands, stepping to the bank on the other side of the river. They make a small rasping noise, twitching a bit, then move to sit across from him.
“Same as usual. I just hate being in the Material without direction. It’s awful.” She scratches at the back of her neck.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Because you don't want to do that." He says simply. "I'm wracking my brain right now. What does mom like? I thought she liked death, so I killed a lot of people, but she didn't even notice. I heard she liked you, so I took on your last name, but she didn't notice that either."
“Just give it some time, I love ya, I know that yer mom will too, but ya shouldn’t kill people without a good reason, okay? An’… do you want me ta give ya a name?” He says to them, taking out his flask, before stopping himself “You don’t want me to drink this either huh?”
"I understand. I would like a name. And no, as a father you no longer have the right to throw your life away with drugs and poison. If you need to relieve stress, I would suggest turning to the arts. Possibly the martial sort. You don't seem like the painterly, poetic, or gourmet type, if you don't mind me saying."
He shakes slightly, before looking at them and smiling just a little bit “Thank ya pardner, I needed somebody ta talk ta, an’ ta have ya here really helps. I’m Sparrow Valentine.”
“Maybe you should give yourself some purpose now?” She asks them, “Maybe, I’m not the best one to give that advice though.”
Stroth has somehow disappeared without a trace. She has left letter behind to only three people, Riotan, Sparrow, and KK. She has addressed that she is hiding in her demiplane for now until she feels safer.
Sable is outside in the garden by the Marrow House, sketching pictures of the flowers that bloom beautifully.
Riotan is reading the letter and feeling worried. It’s not something he’s really ever felt before, however faint it may be. But he’s bottling those feelings up, as he does with all of his less-than-demonic impulses.
For reasons unknown, Thirteen is still trying to investigate.
In his it mostly talks about 'Valentine' and how it has brought back her former lover and The Brand. She is paranoid, in ever sentence and word, that things will get worse for her.
Sable seems to watch him from the garden.
“Wish I could’ve had a chance to tell her about the other effects.” He sighs. “Oh well. If she wanted to talk, she could just sacrifice some virgin blood or whatever they need for communing nowadays.”
Thirteen quickly murmurs an Elvish verse and turns invisible. He then begins to creep along the perimeter.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Sable sighs "I'm sorry little one, I cannot go there.."
it cocks its head
He sighs "Nevermind eh."
It chirps
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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
"Because you don't want to do that." He says simply. "I'm wracking my brain right now. What does mom like? I thought she liked death, so I killed a lot of people, but she didn't even notice. I heard she liked you, so I took on your last name, but she didn't notice that either."
“Just give it some time, I love ya, I know that yer mom will too, but ya shouldn’t kill people without a good reason, okay? An’… do you want me ta give ya a name?” He says to them, taking out his flask, before stopping himself “You don’t want me to drink this either huh?”
"I understand. I would like a name. And no, as a father you no longer have the right to throw your life away with drugs and poison. If you need to relieve stress, I would suggest turning to the arts. Possibly the martial sort. You don't seem like the painterly, poetic, or gourmet type, if you don't mind me saying."
He chuckles at that, opening the flask and emptying it onto the ground before putting it away “Don’t worry ‘bout it none, I deserve it after accidentally abandoning my son, ya can rib me just a bit. What kind o’ name would ya want? I… I wanted ta name ya Archer back befer ya were born.”
He shakes slightly, before looking at them and smiling just a little bit “Thank ya pardner, I needed somebody ta talk ta, an’ ta have ya here really helps. I’m Sparrow Valentine.”
“Maybe you should give yourself some purpose now?” She asks them, “Maybe, I’m not the best one to give that advice though.”
“I am always available to speak with. You need only follow the black stone path in the northeast.”
“And what do you expect me to be good for?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Stroth has somehow disappeared without a trace. She has left letter behind to only three people, Riotan, Sparrow, and KK. She has addressed that she is hiding in her demiplane for now until she feels safer.
Sable is outside in the garden by the Marrow House, sketching pictures of the flowers that bloom beautifully.
Riotan is reading the letter and feeling worried. It’s not something he’s really ever felt before, however faint it may be. But he’s bottling those feelings up, as he does with all of his less-than-demonic impulses.
For reasons unknown, Thirteen is still trying to investigate.
In his it mostly talks about 'Valentine' and how it has brought back her former lover and The Brand. She is paranoid, in ever sentence and word, that things will get worse for her.
Sable seems to watch him from the garden.
“Wish I could’ve had a chance to tell her about the other effects.” He sighs. “Oh well. If she wanted to talk, she could just sacrifice some virgin blood or whatever they need for communing nowadays.”
Thirteen quickly murmurs an Elvish verse and turns invisible. He then begins to creep along the perimeter.
At the bottom of his letter, in the tiniest of font in a language that converts back to common of read backwards in abyssal, is an incantation.
Sable sighs and continues to his art, trying to ignore the invisible elf.
He shakes slightly, before looking at them and smiling just a little bit “Thank ya pardner, I needed somebody ta talk ta, an’ ta have ya here really helps. I’m Sparrow Valentine.”
“Maybe you should give yourself some purpose now?” She asks them, “Maybe, I’m not the best one to give that advice though.”
“I am always available to speak with. You need only follow the black stone path in the northeast.”
“And what do you expect me to be good for?”
“An’ if ya ever need ta find me, I got a home in the forest, I am learnin’ how to cook if ya ever want a treat.”
“I don’t know, scouting? Fighting people? I’m a killer, I haven’t done anything more than that.”
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The bird nods in approval
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
Riotan is reading the letter and feeling worried. It’s not something he’s really ever felt before, however faint it may be. But he’s bottling those feelings up, as he does with all of his less-than-demonic impulses.
For reasons unknown, Thirteen is still trying to investigate.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Because you don't want to do that." He says simply. "I'm wracking my brain right now. What does mom like? I thought she liked death, so I killed a lot of people, but she didn't even notice. I heard she liked you, so I took on your last name, but she didn't notice that either."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He stops for a moment, leaning back to look at the sky “Thank you… you’re right, I just need to be what I have always been… it is for the best that I do that at least.”
“Yep, how are you doing? Or how have you been?” She asks, spinning the halberd.
He smiles "So, lad, where do ye come from eh?"
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 looks back towards the tavern
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
In his it mostly talks about 'Valentine' and how it has brought back her former lover and The Brand. She is paranoid, in ever sentence and word, that things will get worse for her.
Sable seems to watch him from the garden.
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
“Just give it some time, I love ya, I know that yer mom will too, but ya shouldn’t kill people without a good reason, okay? An’… do you want me ta give ya a name?” He says to them, taking out his flask, before stopping himself “You don’t want me to drink this either huh?”
Sable sighs "I'm sorry little one, I cannot go there.."
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 cocks its head
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
Eito drifts to the side and elegantly stands, stepping to the bank on the other side of the river. They make a small rasping noise, twitching a bit, then move to sit across from him.
“Same as usual. I just hate being in the Material without direction. It’s awful.” She scratches at the back of her neck.
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 sighs "Nevermind eh."
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 understand. I would like a name. And no, as a father you no longer have the right to throw your life away with drugs and poison. If you need to relieve stress, I would suggest turning to the arts. Possibly the martial sort. You don't seem like the painterly, poetic, or gourmet type, if you don't mind me saying."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for Jobah.*
He shakes slightly, before looking at them and smiling just a little bit “Thank ya pardner, I needed somebody ta talk ta, an’ ta have ya here really helps. I’m Sparrow Valentine.”
“Maybe you should give yourself some purpose now?” She asks them, “Maybe, I’m not the best one to give that advice though.”
“Wish I could’ve had a chance to tell her about the other effects.” He sighs. “Oh well. If she wanted to talk, she could just sacrifice some virgin blood or whatever they need for communing nowadays.”
Thirteen quickly murmurs an Elvish verse and turns invisible. He then begins to creep along the perimeter.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
It chirps
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
He chuckles at that, opening the flask and emptying it onto the ground before putting it away “Don’t worry ‘bout it none, I deserve it after accidentally abandoning my son, ya can rib me just a bit. What kind o’ name would ya want? I… I wanted ta name ya Archer back befer ya were born.”
“I am always available to speak with. You need only follow the black stone path in the northeast.”
“And what do you expect me to be good for?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
At the bottom of his letter, in the tiniest of font in a language that converts back to common of read backwards in abyssal, is an incantation.
Sable sighs and continues to his art, trying to ignore the invisible elf.
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
“An’ if ya ever need ta find me, I got a home in the forest, I am learnin’ how to cook if ya ever want a treat.”
“I don’t know, scouting? Fighting people? I’m a killer, I haven’t done anything more than that.”