"OH HELL NO!" he roars, burning brighter than he ever has before. "FATHER HEPHEASTUS LEND ME YOUR STRENGTH!" he screams, flames scorching the room.
He waves his hand, the shield vanishing as he summons a dragon spirit.
He tries to naturally diagnose their disease with his vast knowledge and intellect.
One of the closer cultists are instantly incinerated by the heat. Some other reach for blades and staffs in an attempt at fighting back before the flames begin to consume them. One, in a last attempt tries to stab a ritual dagger into Ana's chest.
She decides to stop commenting and watches in awed silence.
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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 HELL NO!" he roars, burning brighter than he ever has before. "FATHER HEPHEASTUS LEND ME YOUR STRENGTH!" he screams, flames scorching the room.
He waves his hand, the shield vanishing as he summons a dragon spirit.
He tries to naturally diagnose their disease with his vast knowledge and intellect.
One of the closer cultists are instantly incinerated by the heat. Some other reach for blades and staffs in an attempt at fighting back before the flames begin to consume them. One, in a last attempt tries to stab a ritual dagger into Ana's chest.
She decides to stop commenting and watches in awed silence.
Its an ancient disease.
The dagger melts from the heat. Leo slowly walks towards the last cultist and grabs him by their neck. "You. Made a horrible mistake."
He gently pets the spirit.
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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.
"OH HELL NO!" he roars, burning brighter than he ever has before. "FATHER HEPHEASTUS LEND ME YOUR STRENGTH!" he screams, flames scorching the room.
He waves his hand, the shield vanishing as he summons a dragon spirit.
He tries to naturally diagnose their disease with his vast knowledge and intellect.
One of the closer cultists are instantly incinerated by the heat. Some other reach for blades and staffs in an attempt at fighting back before the flames begin to consume them. One, in a last attempt tries to stab a ritual dagger into Ana's chest.
She decides to stop commenting and watches in awed silence.
Its an ancient disease.
The dagger melts from the heat. Leo slowly walks towards the last cultist and grabs him by their neck. "You. Made a horrible mistake."
He gently pets the spirit.
"Mr.Theren... I don't think I can do anything... I don't think anyone can..."
His skin scorches just from being close to them, the mask melting onto their face as they mutter some words incoherent unless Leo speaks Abyssal.
She reaches out a hand, as if an offer for a pet from 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.'
"OH HELL NO!" he roars, burning brighter than he ever has before. "FATHER HEPHEASTUS LEND ME YOUR STRENGTH!" he screams, flames scorching the room.
He waves his hand, the shield vanishing as he summons a dragon spirit.
He tries to naturally diagnose their disease with his vast knowledge and intellect.
One of the closer cultists are instantly incinerated by the heat. Some other reach for blades and staffs in an attempt at fighting back before the flames begin to consume them. One, in a last attempt tries to stab a ritual dagger into Ana's chest.
She decides to stop commenting and watches in awed silence.
Its an ancient disease.
The dagger melts from the heat. Leo slowly walks towards the last cultist and grabs him by their neck. "You. Made a horrible mistake."
He gently pets the spirit.
"Mr.Theren... I don't think I can do anything... I don't think anyone can..."
His skin scorches just from being close to them, the mask melting onto their face as they mutter some words incoherent unless Leo speaks Abyssal.
She reaches out a hand, as if an offer for a pet from her.
"I figured.."
Leos throat contorts to speak their language. "Speak." he says, dimming down the flames.
He rubs against her happily
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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.
Carrion sprawls languidly in the thick, gnarled branches of a sprawling oak tree. His elongated, fleshy, worm-like form hangs casually over the branches, while his middle section is tightly coiled around the sturdy trunk, providing a solid anchor against potential slips. Resting comfortably on a broad limb, he is engrossed in a weathered book titled “How to Master Your Emotions.” The mask that conceals his features is eerily blank, resembling a smooth, expressionless human face. He is draped in black robes that cascade down over his grotesquely fatty body.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"OH HELL NO!" he roars, burning brighter than he ever has before. "FATHER HEPHEASTUS LEND ME YOUR STRENGTH!" he screams, flames scorching the room.
He waves his hand, the shield vanishing as he summons a dragon spirit.
He tries to naturally diagnose their disease with his vast knowledge and intellect.
One of the closer cultists are instantly incinerated by the heat. Some other reach for blades and staffs in an attempt at fighting back before the flames begin to consume them. One, in a last attempt tries to stab a ritual dagger into Ana's chest.
She decides to stop commenting and watches in awed silence.
Its an ancient disease.
The dagger melts from the heat. Leo slowly walks towards the last cultist and grabs him by their neck. "You. Made a horrible mistake."
He gently pets the spirit.
"Mr.Theren... I don't think I can do anything... I don't think anyone can..."
His skin scorches just from being close to them, the mask melting onto their face as they mutter some words incoherent unless Leo speaks Abyssal.
She reaches out a hand, as if an offer for a pet from her.
"I figured.."
Leos throat contorts to speak their language. "Speak." he says, dimming down the flames.
He rubs against her happily
"I... I'll try to see how much time you have."
A gutteral voice, disgusting even in speech comes out "The new god shall claim this world. Anastasia has seen, and soon, you will see." He stabs himself in the chest.
She smiles down at them, "This lil fella got a 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.'
Carrion sprawls languidly in the thick, gnarled branches of a sprawling oak tree. His elongated, fleshy, worm-like form hangs casually over the branches, while his middle section is tightly coiled around the sturdy trunk, providing a solid anchor against potential slips. Resting comfortably on a broad limb, he is engrossed in a weathered book titled “How to Master Your Emotions.” The mask that conceals his features is eerily blank, resembling a smooth, expressionless human face. He is draped in black robes that cascade down over his grotesquely fatty body.
Heath stares at them from some bushes.
*Also, can theren and lore interact?*
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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.
Carrion sprawls languidly in the thick, gnarled branches of a sprawling oak tree. His elongated, fleshy, worm-like form hangs casually over the branches, while his middle section is tightly coiled around the sturdy trunk, providing a solid anchor against potential slips. Resting comfortably on a broad limb, he is engrossed in a weathered book titled “How to Master Your Emotions.” The mask that conceals his features is eerily blank, resembling a smooth, expressionless human face. He is draped in black robes that cascade down over his grotesquely fatty body.
Uzui was going for a walk when he seems them, happily waving over to them when he sees the book, some kind of bloody ectoplasm covers his hands as he walks over "Carrion, are you doing better?"
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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 dunno tim..."
"ANA!!!" he shouts, running in
He nods. He carefully sets down the jar and raises his hands, a magical shield appearing as he mutters a few words.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*i hope so*
Thirteen summons a floating disk and sets Theren on top of it, then begins to walk back to the Inn, ushering Theren behind him.
Loriche waves to Heath excitedly. “Hey! Good job!”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"You need to see a doctor, something." They try to heal them more, tendrils wrapping around them, healing energy flowing into them.
They find Ana nailed to a table, about to be sacrificed by strange cultists in masks.
"Shield, are ya a wizard 'er a sorcerer?" She asks, smiling at their skill with magic. proud 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.)
Theren groans in pain.
Heath shrinks into the grass a bit
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
None of the magic works.
"OH HELL NO!" he roars, burning brighter than he ever has before. "FATHER HEPHEASTUS LEND ME YOUR STRENGTH!" he screams, flames scorching the room.
He waves his hand, the shield vanishing as he summons a dragon spirit.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Flies towards Theren and perches on his shoulder with a bag of herbal tea*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
Thirteen takes him inside and sets him down. “Glad I found you. Are you having trouble breathing?”
”Oop, sorry. Don’t mind me! Didn’t want to be a bother.”
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.
He tries to naturally diagnose their disease with his vast knowledge and intellect.
One of the closer cultists are instantly incinerated by the heat. Some other reach for blades and staffs in an attempt at fighting back before the flames begin to consume them. One, in a last attempt tries to stab a ritual dagger into Ana's chest.
She decides to stop commenting and watches in awed silence.
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 and Jobah, wanna rp?*
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.)
"Thirteen..."
He peers at her quietly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hope you feel better Theren :(*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
Its an ancient disease.
The dagger melts from the heat. Leo slowly walks towards the last cultist and grabs him by their neck. "You. Made a horrible mistake."
He gently pets the spirit.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Mr.Theren... I don't think I can do anything... I don't think anyone can..."
His skin scorches just from being close to them, the mask melting onto their face as they mutter some words incoherent unless Leo speaks Abyssal.
She reaches out a hand, as if an offer for a pet from 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.)
"I figured.."
Leos throat contorts to speak their language. "Speak." he says, dimming down the flames.
He rubs against her happily
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Thirteen immediately drops the medical facade. “What is it?”
Loriche stares back somewhat awkwardly, confused as to what’s up.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Carrion sprawls languidly in the thick, gnarled branches of a sprawling oak tree. His elongated, fleshy, worm-like form hangs casually over the branches, while his middle section is tightly coiled around the sturdy trunk, providing a solid anchor against potential slips. Resting comfortably on a broad limb, he is engrossed in a weathered book titled “How to Master Your Emotions.” The mask that conceals his features is eerily blank, resembling a smooth, expressionless human face. He is draped in black robes that cascade down over his grotesquely fatty body.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I... I'll try to see how much time you have."
A gutteral voice, disgusting even in speech comes out "The new god shall claim this world. Anastasia has seen, and soon, you will see." He stabs himself in the chest.
She smiles down at them, "This lil fella got a 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.)
"Im dying man..."
He waves his hand as a dragon spirit appears, crouching and peering at her too
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Heath stares at them from some bushes.
*Also, can theren and lore interact?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Uzui was going for a walk when he seems them, happily waving over to them when he sees the book, some kind of bloody ectoplasm covers his hands as he walks over "Carrion, are you doing better?"
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.)