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?"
Carrion looks up from his book and nods "I am. How're you?"
"Bored, but I'm always bored." He walks over and sits down next to them, smiling "I'm happy to hear you're feeling better."
They slither downwards from the tree and sit beside Uzui "May I ask you a question?"
He begins clinging his hands, looking over to them, "I wouldn't be able to stop you, and I can promise I will answer, but sure."
"I saw you enter the Church in which they worship Morgana. Do you worship her like they do?'
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
*Could Atticus interact with this and Luciano?*
Atticus climbs up to the top and lays on Carrion. "Hey, big guy. I've been reading up on your history. It's a shame I've sworn off genocide for being too random and prejudicial."
There is a life-sized (9 feet tall) statue of Atticus Gorta in his iconic demon form sitting in the middle of the Church of Morgana.
*Course!*
Carrion looks up "Oh? You did? Then you know how awful those new bloods can be." He says, closing the book in his hands.
Luciano, a bit perturbed by this, walks up to it. He grips his holy medal in his hand as he stares at it.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"I saw you enter the Church in which they worship Morgana. Do you worship her like they do?'
"I honor all gods, I worship none of them." He replies simply, smiling at them, "Would you think less of me if I did?"
"A truthful answer to your question? Yes. Her husband, The Lord of Death, killed my beloved." he said, toying with one of the pages in his book.
"A grudge you hold even to those who worship and may not know. I have to say I'm the smallest bit disappointed, though its good to know that gods are still imperfect."
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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?*
Carrion doesn't seem to notice them, busy with his book.
Lore is asleep in her and Theren's shared room.
He sends his mage hand to slowly grab the book.
Theren stumbles inside, wiping blood from his lips. He smiles when he sees her.
Carrion notices the hand once it's within 2 feet of him and snaps his head around "What are you doing?"
Lore wakes up instantly, the sound of movement waking her. "Theren?" she says groggily, rubbing her eyes.
"I...ah..." he stammers
"Hey honey..." he says, sitting down on the bed.
He tilts his head, waiting for an answer.
"You okay?" She mumbles.
"Your cool looking..."
"i have some bad news sweetheart..." he says, cupping her face in his hands
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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 saw you enter the Church in which they worship Morgana. Do you worship her like they do?'
"I honor all gods, I worship none of them." He replies simply, smiling at them, "Would you think less of me if I did?"
"A truthful answer to your question? Yes. Her husband, The Lord of Death, killed my beloved." he said, toying with one of the pages in his book.
"A grudge you hold even to those who worship and may not know. I have to say I'm the smallest bit disappointed, though its good to know that gods are still imperfect."
"She is vile.. Killed off my brothers and sisters because we were no longer needed. Her daughter, the goddess of light, buried me in my own daughter's corpse..." he pats the ground.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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?*
Carrion doesn't seem to notice them, busy with his book.
Lore is asleep in her and Theren's shared room.
He sends his mage hand to slowly grab the book.
Theren stumbles inside, wiping blood from his lips. He smiles when he sees her.
Carrion notices the hand once it's within 2 feet of him and snaps his head around "What are you doing?"
Lore wakes up instantly, the sound of movement waking her. "Theren?" she says groggily, rubbing her eyes.
"I...ah..." he stammers
"Hey honey..." he says, sitting down on the bed.
He tilts his head, waiting for an answer.
"You okay?" She mumbles.
"Your cool looking..."
"i have some bad news sweetheart..." he says, cupping her face in his hands
"I am not, I am afraid to tell you." He shrugs, fidgeting with his cloak hem.
Lore raises a brow "Mn? whats that?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"I saw you enter the Church in which they worship Morgana. Do you worship her like they do?'
"I honor all gods, I worship none of them." He replies simply, smiling at them, "Would you think less of me if I did?"
"A truthful answer to your question? Yes. Her husband, The Lord of Death, killed my beloved." he said, toying with one of the pages in his book.
"A grudge you hold even to those who worship and may not know. I have to say I'm the smallest bit disappointed, though its good to know that gods are still imperfect."
"She is vile.. Killed off my brothers and sisters because we were no longer needed. Her daughter, the goddess of light, buried me in my own daughter's corpse..." he pats the ground.
"That happens, but I've got to ask you, do you think Morgana is the same as she was then?" He takes out his Roan and begins to play, humming softly with the soft music.
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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.'
Atticus climbs up to the top and lays on Carrion. "Hey, big guy. I've been reading up on your history. It's a shame I've sworn off genocide for being too random and prejudicial."
There is a life-sized (9 feet tall) statue of Atticus Gorta in his iconic demon form sitting in the middle of the Church of Morgana.
*Course!*
Carrion looks up "Oh? You did? Then you know how awful those new bloods can be." He says, closing the book in his hands.
Luciano, a bit perturbed by this, walks up to it. He grips his holy medal in his hand as he stares at it.
He wraps his arms around Carrion's neck. "Yup. I think I'll teach them a lesson. Maybe I'll rip open the underworld and liberate its space from such wastefulness."
Cracks appear throughout it, and it shatters into sugarglass, leaving a stone pillar with glowing blue text. In celestial, it reads the following: "NO MERCY FOR LYING GODS"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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.
Mauric is foraging in the woods close by, absorbed in nature around him.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"I saw you enter the Church in which they worship Morgana. Do you worship her like they do?'
"I honor all gods, I worship none of them." He replies simply, smiling at them, "Would you think less of me if I did?"
"A truthful answer to your question? Yes. Her husband, The Lord of Death, killed my beloved." he said, toying with one of the pages in his book.
"A grudge you hold even to those who worship and may not know. I have to say I'm the smallest bit disappointed, though its good to know that gods are still imperfect."
"She is vile.. Killed off my brothers and sisters because we were no longer needed. Her daughter, the goddess of light, buried me in my own daughter's corpse..." he pats the ground.
"That happens, but I've got to ask you, do you think Morgana is the same as she was then?" He takes out his Roan and begins to play, humming softly with the soft music.
"Yes." He says bluntly "Gods rarely change.."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Atticus climbs up to the top and lays on Carrion. "Hey, big guy. I've been reading up on your history. It's a shame I've sworn off genocide for being too random and prejudicial."
There is a life-sized (9 feet tall) statue of Atticus Gorta in his iconic demon form sitting in the middle of the Church of Morgana.
*Course!*
Carrion looks up "Oh? You did? Then you know how awful those new bloods can be." He says, closing the book in his hands.
Luciano, a bit perturbed by this, walks up to it. He grips his holy medal in his hand as he stares at it.
He wraps his arms around Carrion's neck. "Yup. I think I'll teach them a lesson. Maybe I'll rip open the underworld and liberate its space from such wastefulness."
Cracks appear throughout it, and it shatters into sugarglass, leaving a stone pillar with glowing blue text. In celestial, it reads the following: "NO MERCY FOR LYING GODS"
Carrion takes off his mask and nuzzles him "You do not need to do that if you do not want to.."
Luciano takes a step back, rubbing his thumb over his medal. He thinks for a moment before turning to the statue of Morgana. Silently, he bows before it before turning back and going to find Barrett to take care of this pillar.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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"I saw you enter the Church in which they worship Morgana. Do you worship her like they do?'
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I honor all gods, I worship none of them." He replies simply, smiling at them, "Would you think less of me if I did?"
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.)
*Course!*
Carrion looks up "Oh? You did? Then you know how awful those new bloods can be." He says, closing the book in his hands.
Luciano, a bit perturbed by this, walks up to it. He grips his holy medal in his hand as he stares at it.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He sighs. Nothing is there.
He holds her tight
They compare books.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"A truthful answer to your question? Yes. Her husband, The Lord of Death, killed my beloved." he said, toying with one of the pages in his book.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"A grudge you hold even to those who worship and may not know. I have to say I'm the smallest bit disappointed, though its good to know that gods are still imperfect."
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.)
"Your cool looking..."
"i have some bad news sweetheart..." he says, cupping her face in his hands
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Okay, it just looks like that. Please take care."
She nuzzles into their chest, eventually stops crying.
She goes into the kitchen and pours herself a glass of whiskey.
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 is vile.. Killed off my brothers and sisters because we were no longer needed. Her daughter, the goddess of light, buried me in my own daughter's corpse..." he pats the ground.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I am not, I am afraid to tell you." He shrugs, fidgeting with his cloak hem.
Lore raises a brow "Mn? whats that?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I will man..."
"Look at me hon..."
The two kids quietly move away from the table and head twoards the front door.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"That happens, but I've got to ask you, do you think Morgana is the same as she was then?" He takes out his Roan and begins to play, humming softly with the soft music.
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 wraps his arms around Carrion's neck. "Yup. I think I'll teach them a lesson. Maybe I'll rip open the underworld and liberate its space from such wastefulness."
Cracks appear throughout it, and it shatters into sugarglass, leaving a stone pillar with glowing blue text. In celestial, it reads the following:
"NO MERCY FOR LYING GODS"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"But..."
He sighs, his forehead against hers. "45 years is all i have left...thats it..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Well, you aren’t gone just yet, alright? What happened? And how are we going to fix it?”
Loriche watches the dragon, intrigued.
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.
Mauric is foraging in the woods close by, absorbed in nature around him.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He hugs them one more time before walking out.
She opens her eyes, looking up to them.
Before they can get out of the door she picks them both up by the scruff of their necks "Where y'all goin'?"
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.)
"Yes." He says bluntly "Gods rarely change.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Well, you're likely wrong, but we will have to see. Assume she has changed, see for yourself rather than assume the worst."
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.)
Carrion takes off his mask and nuzzles him "You do not need to do that if you do not want to.."
Luciano takes a step back, rubbing his thumb over his medal. He thinks for a moment before turning to the statue of Morgana. Silently, he bows before it before turning back and going to find Barrett to take care of this pillar.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]