Lore is sitting inside, in her room. She is dressed in a black tank-top, grey leggings, simple boots, and a simple leather cord necklace with a wooden arrow head pendant. She sits by her fire, reading a book while her dogs surround her, sleeping everywhere in her room.
Kelipso is sitting outside. He is sharpening his arrows while humming to himself. He wears a tan cloak with a color, native American design stitched into it, a simple shirt, a pair of dark brown breeches, and simple boots. Gordon sits beside him, a bundled wooden sticks in his mouth that he is carrying like any other dog would.
Allison sits in the main room, feet propped up at the end of an arm rest on the sofa she is lying on. She wears a white blouse, a grey vest with silver buttons, and a long grey skirt. She has her lute sitting beside her, leaning on the sofa. She stares at the ceiling, eyebrows furrowed in thinking.
Galax knocks on lores door
Timber has a musket for home defense
Lore gets up and opens the door. "Mn?"
"Hey lore, merry Christmas!"
"Christmas?" she said and raised an eyebrow
*Never crossed my mind that Christmas isn't really a holiday in DND*
"Or midwinter, whatever you call it, just wanted to ask if you've noticed there's hatred of gods"
"Ah yes, its nearing us." she said and leaned in the doorway "Yes. I have... Genesis, my patron, has gotten a side of Theren"
Lore is sitting inside, in her room. She is dressed in a black tank-top, grey leggings, simple boots, and a simple leather cord necklace with a wooden arrow head pendant. She sits by her fire, reading a book while her dogs surround her, sleeping everywhere in her room.
Kelipso is sitting outside. He is sharpening his arrows while humming to himself. He wears a tan cloak with a color, native American design stitched into it, a simple shirt, a pair of dark brown breeches, and simple boots. Gordon sits beside him, a bundled wooden sticks in his mouth that he is carrying like any other dog would.
Allison sits in the main room, feet propped up at the end of an arm rest on the sofa she is lying on. She wears a white blouse, a grey vest with silver buttons, and a long grey skirt. She has her lute sitting beside her, leaning on the sofa. She stares at the ceiling, eyebrows furrowed in thinking.
Galax knocks on lores door
Timber has a musket for home defense
Lore gets up and opens the door. "Mn?"
"Hey lore, merry Christmas!"
"Christmas?" she said and raised an eyebrow
*Never crossed my mind that Christmas isn't really a holiday in DND*
"Or midwinter, whatever you call it, just wanted to ask if you've noticed there's hatred of gods"
"Ah yes, its nearing us." she said and leaned in the doorway "Yes. I have... Genesis, my patron, has gotten a side of Theren"
"Bahamut, my patron, decided to meet theren, who flipped him off imedeietly" he replies"I'm not really sure how to react"
Lore is sitting inside, in her room. She is dressed in a black tank-top, grey leggings, simple boots, and a simple leather cord necklace with a wooden arrow head pendant. She sits by her fire, reading a book while her dogs surround her, sleeping everywhere in her room.
Kelipso is sitting outside. He is sharpening his arrows while humming to himself. He wears a tan cloak with a color, native American design stitched into it, a simple shirt, a pair of dark brown breeches, and simple boots. Gordon sits beside him, a bundled wooden sticks in his mouth that he is carrying like any other dog would.
Allison sits in the main room, feet propped up at the end of an arm rest on the sofa she is lying on. She wears a white blouse, a grey vest with silver buttons, and a long grey skirt. She has her lute sitting beside her, leaning on the sofa. She stares at the ceiling, eyebrows furrowed in thinking.
Galax knocks on lores door
Timber has a musket for home defense
Lore gets up and opens the door. "Mn?"
"Hey lore, merry Christmas!"
"Christmas?" she said and raised an eyebrow
*Never crossed my mind that Christmas isn't really a holiday in DND*
"Or midwinter, whatever you call it, just wanted to ask if you've noticed there's hatred of gods"
"Ah yes, its nearing us." she said and leaned in the doorway "Yes. I have... Genesis, my patron, has gotten a side of Theren"
"Bahamut, my patron, decided to meet theren, who flipped him off immediately" he replies "I'm not really sure how to react"
She sighs "He's had bad experiences with gods Galax. We can't make him like our patrons automatically"
Lore is sitting inside, in her room. She is dressed in a black tank-top, grey leggings, simple boots, and a simple leather cord necklace with a wooden arrow head pendant. She sits by her fire, reading a book while her dogs surround her, sleeping everywhere in her room.
Kelipso is sitting outside. He is sharpening his arrows while humming to himself. He wears a tan cloak with a color, native American design stitched into it, a simple shirt, a pair of dark brown breeches, and simple boots. Gordon sits beside him, a bundled wooden sticks in his mouth that he is carrying like any other dog would.
Oval is in the forest, setting up a party for Alric. Glitter, streamers, cake, balloons, party hats, piñata, and even a horse dressed up like a unicorn.
Lore is sitting inside, in her room. She is dressed in a black tank-top, grey leggings, simple boots, and a simple leather cord necklace with a wooden arrow head pendant. She sits by her fire, reading a book while her dogs surround her, sleeping everywhere in her room.
Kelipso is sitting outside. He is sharpening his arrows while humming to himself. He wears a tan cloak with a color, native American design stitched into it, a simple shirt, a pair of dark brown breeches, and simple boots. Gordon sits beside him, a bundled wooden sticks in his mouth that he is carrying like any other dog would.
Oval is in the forest, setting up a party for Alric. Glitter, streamers, cake, balloons, party hats, piñata, and even a horse dressed up like a unicorn.
There is a loud clang from a couple doors down and a bunch of elvish swearing.
Lore is sitting inside, in her room. She is dressed in a black tank-top, grey leggings, simple boots, and a simple leather cord necklace with a wooden arrow head pendant. She sits by her fire, reading a book while her dogs surround her, sleeping everywhere in her room.
Kelipso is sitting outside. He is sharpening his arrows while humming to himself. He wears a tan cloak with a color, native American design stitched into it, a simple shirt, a pair of dark brown breeches, and simple boots. Gordon sits beside him, a bundled wooden sticks in his mouth that he is carrying like any other dog would.
Oval is in the forest, setting up a party for Alric. Glitter, streamers, cake, balloons, party hats, piñata, and even a horse dressed up like a unicorn.
There is a loud clang from a couple doors down and a bunch of elvish swearing.
Lore looks up and closes her book, setting aside. She gets up and looks out into the hallway.
Lore is sitting inside, in her room. She is dressed in a black tank-top, grey leggings, simple boots, and a simple leather cord necklace with a wooden arrow head pendant. She sits by her fire, reading a book while her dogs surround her, sleeping everywhere in her room.
Kelipso is sitting outside. He is sharpening his arrows while humming to himself. He wears a tan cloak with a color, native American design stitched into it, a simple shirt, a pair of dark brown breeches, and simple boots. Gordon sits beside him, a bundled wooden sticks in his mouth that he is carrying like any other dog would.
Oval is in the forest, setting up a party for Alric. Glitter, streamers, cake, balloons, party hats, piñata, and even a horse dressed up like a unicorn.
There is a loud clang from a couple doors down and a bunch of elvish swearing.
Lore looks up and closes her book, setting aside. She gets up and looks out into the hallway.
Therens door is open with an alarming amount of steam coming out of it.
Lore is sitting inside, in her room. She is dressed in a black tank-top, grey leggings, simple boots, and a simple leather cord necklace with a wooden arrow head pendant. She sits by her fire, reading a book while her dogs surround her, sleeping everywhere in her room.
Kelipso is sitting outside. He is sharpening his arrows while humming to himself. He wears a tan cloak with a color, native American design stitched into it, a simple shirt, a pair of dark brown breeches, and simple boots. Gordon sits beside him, a bundled wooden sticks in his mouth that he is carrying like any other dog would.
Oval is in the forest, setting up a party for Alric. Glitter, streamers, cake, balloons, party hats, piñata, and even a horse dressed up like a unicorn.
There is a loud clang from a couple doors down and a bunch of elvish swearing.
Lore looks up and closes her book, setting aside. She gets up and looks out into the hallway.
Therens door is open with an alarming amount of steam coming out of it.
Lore walks over and casts Gust to get the steam out as it blows outside quickly through the window. "What happened?"
Lore is sitting inside, in her room. She is dressed in a black tank-top, grey leggings, simple boots, and a simple leather cord necklace with a wooden arrow head pendant. She sits by her fire, reading a book while her dogs surround her, sleeping everywhere in her room.
Kelipso is sitting outside. He is sharpening his arrows while humming to himself. He wears a tan cloak with a color, native American design stitched into it, a simple shirt, a pair of dark brown breeches, and simple boots. Gordon sits beside him, a bundled wooden sticks in his mouth that he is carrying like any other dog would.
Oval is in the forest, setting up a party for Alric. Glitter, streamers, cake, balloons, party hats, piñata, and even a horse dressed up like a unicorn.
There is a loud clang from a couple doors down and a bunch of elvish swearing.
Lore looks up and closes her book, setting aside. She gets up and looks out into the hallway.
Therens door is open with an alarming amount of steam coming out of it.
Lore walks over and casts Gust to get the steam out as it blows outside quickly through the window. "What happened?"
Theren is standing by the forge with his shirt off, multiple burns marks on his back. "Well I dipped the sword into the water and it brought up a lot more steam than I was expecting." Theren lifts the sword out of the water. It is ornately designed sword.
Lore is sitting inside, in her room. She is dressed in a black tank-top, grey leggings, simple boots, and a simple leather cord necklace with a wooden arrow head pendant. She sits by her fire, reading a book while her dogs surround her, sleeping everywhere in her room.
Kelipso is sitting outside. He is sharpening his arrows while humming to himself. He wears a tan cloak with a color, native American design stitched into it, a simple shirt, a pair of dark brown breeches, and simple boots. Gordon sits beside him, a bundled wooden sticks in his mouth that he is carrying like any other dog would.
Oval is in the forest, setting up a party for Alric. Glitter, streamers, cake, balloons, party hats, piñata, and even a horse dressed up like a unicorn.
There is a loud clang from a couple doors down and a bunch of elvish swearing.
Lore looks up and closes her book, setting aside. She gets up and looks out into the hallway.
Therens door is open with an alarming amount of steam coming out of it.
Lore walks over and casts Gust to get the steam out as it blows outside quickly through the window. "What happened?"
Theren is standing by the forge with his shirt off, multiple burns marks on his back. "Well I dipped the sword into the water and it brought up a lot more steam than I was expecting." Theren lifts the sword out of the water. It is ornately designed sword.
She walks in, eyebrows furrowed in concerned. She walks up to him and traces the burn marks on him with her fingertip "You need to get yourself covered up, you gonna end up crisping your whole skin."
Lore is sitting inside, in her room. She is dressed in a black tank-top, grey leggings, simple boots, and a simple leather cord necklace with a wooden arrow head pendant. She sits by her fire, reading a book while her dogs surround her, sleeping everywhere in her room.
Kelipso is sitting outside. He is sharpening his arrows while humming to himself. He wears a tan cloak with a color, native American design stitched into it, a simple shirt, a pair of dark brown breeches, and simple boots. Gordon sits beside him, a bundled wooden sticks in his mouth that he is carrying like any other dog would.
Oval is in the forest, setting up a party for Alric. Glitter, streamers, cake, balloons, party hats, piñata, and even a horse dressed up like a unicorn.
There is a loud clang from a couple doors down and a bunch of elvish swearing.
Lore looks up and closes her book, setting aside. She gets up and looks out into the hallway.
Therens door is open with an alarming amount of steam coming out of it.
Lore walks over and casts Gust to get the steam out as it blows outside quickly through the window. "What happened?"
Theren is standing by the forge with his shirt off, multiple burns marks on his back. "Well I dipped the sword into the water and it brought up a lot more steam than I was expecting." Theren lifts the sword out of the water. It is ornately designed sword.
She walks in, eyebrows furrowed in concerned. She walks up to him and traces the burn marks on him with her fingertip "You need to get yourself covered up, you gonna end up crisping your whole skin."
Theren winces slightly. "Just adding more scars to my collection." The words from yesterday shine a pale white on his back.
Lore is sitting inside, in her room. She is dressed in a black tank-top, grey leggings, simple boots, and a simple leather cord necklace with a wooden arrow head pendant. She sits by her fire, reading a book while her dogs surround her, sleeping everywhere in her room.
Kelipso is sitting outside. He is sharpening his arrows while humming to himself. He wears a tan cloak with a color, native American design stitched into it, a simple shirt, a pair of dark brown breeches, and simple boots. Gordon sits beside him, a bundled wooden sticks in his mouth that he is carrying like any other dog would.
Oval is in the forest, setting up a party for Alric. Glitter, streamers, cake, balloons, party hats, piñata, and even a horse dressed up like a unicorn.
There is a loud clang from a couple doors down and a bunch of elvish swearing.
Lore looks up and closes her book, setting aside. She gets up and looks out into the hallway.
Therens door is open with an alarming amount of steam coming out of it.
Lore walks over and casts Gust to get the steam out as it blows outside quickly through the window. "What happened?"
Theren is standing by the forge with his shirt off, multiple burns marks on his back. "Well I dipped the sword into the water and it brought up a lot more steam than I was expecting." Theren lifts the sword out of the water. It is ornately designed sword.
She walks in, eyebrows furrowed in concerned. She walks up to him and traces the burn marks on him with her fingertip "You need to get yourself covered up, you gonna end up crisping your whole skin."
Theren winces slightly. "Just adding more scars to my collection." The words from yesterday shine a pale white on his back.
She traces her fingertip over the words, quietly studying them.
Lore is sitting inside, in her room. She is dressed in a black tank-top, grey leggings, simple boots, and a simple leather cord necklace with a wooden arrow head pendant. She sits by her fire, reading a book while her dogs surround her, sleeping everywhere in her room.
Kelipso is sitting outside. He is sharpening his arrows while humming to himself. He wears a tan cloak with a color, native American design stitched into it, a simple shirt, a pair of dark brown breeches, and simple boots. Gordon sits beside him, a bundled wooden sticks in his mouth that he is carrying like any other dog would.
Oval is in the forest, setting up a party for Alric. Glitter, streamers, cake, balloons, party hats, piñata, and even a horse dressed up like a unicorn.
There is a loud clang from a couple doors down and a bunch of elvish swearing.
Lore looks up and closes her book, setting aside. She gets up and looks out into the hallway.
Therens door is open with an alarming amount of steam coming out of it.
Lore walks over and casts Gust to get the steam out as it blows outside quickly through the window. "What happened?"
Theren is standing by the forge with his shirt off, multiple burns marks on his back. "Well I dipped the sword into the water and it brought up a lot more steam than I was expecting." Theren lifts the sword out of the water. It is ornately designed sword.
She walks in, eyebrows furrowed in concerned. She walks up to him and traces the burn marks on him with her fingertip "You need to get yourself covered up, you gonna end up crisping your whole skin."
Theren winces slightly. "Just adding more scars to my collection." The words from yesterday shine a pale white on his back.
She traces her fingertip over the words, quietly studying them.
They read, "You will join your friends soon enough Dotsk."
Lore is sitting inside, in her room. She is dressed in a black tank-top, grey leggings, simple boots, and a simple leather cord necklace with a wooden arrow head pendant. She sits by her fire, reading a book while her dogs surround her, sleeping everywhere in her room.
Kelipso is sitting outside. He is sharpening his arrows while humming to himself. He wears a tan cloak with a color, native American design stitched into it, a simple shirt, a pair of dark brown breeches, and simple boots. Gordon sits beside him, a bundled wooden sticks in his mouth that he is carrying like any other dog would.
Oval is in the forest, setting up a party for Alric. Glitter, streamers, cake, balloons, party hats, piñata, and even a horse dressed up like a unicorn.
There is a loud clang from a couple doors down and a bunch of elvish swearing.
Lore looks up and closes her book, setting aside. She gets up and looks out into the hallway.
Therens door is open with an alarming amount of steam coming out of it.
Lore walks over and casts Gust to get the steam out as it blows outside quickly through the window. "What happened?"
Theren is standing by the forge with his shirt off, multiple burns marks on his back. "Well I dipped the sword into the water and it brought up a lot more steam than I was expecting." Theren lifts the sword out of the water. It is ornately designed sword.
She walks in, eyebrows furrowed in concerned. She walks up to him and traces the burn marks on him with her fingertip "You need to get yourself covered up, you gonna end up crisping your whole skin."
Theren winces slightly. "Just adding more scars to my collection." The words from yesterday shine a pale white on his back.
She traces her fingertip over the words, quietly studying them.
They read, "You will join your friends soon enough Dotsk."
Lore backs up and narrows her eyes "Theren... when you were pinned to the tree... who was that man?"
Lore is sitting inside, in her room. She is dressed in a black tank-top, grey leggings, simple boots, and a simple leather cord necklace with a wooden arrow head pendant. She sits by her fire, reading a book while her dogs surround her, sleeping everywhere in her room.
Kelipso is sitting outside. He is sharpening his arrows while humming to himself. He wears a tan cloak with a color, native American design stitched into it, a simple shirt, a pair of dark brown breeches, and simple boots. Gordon sits beside him, a bundled wooden sticks in his mouth that he is carrying like any other dog would.
Oval is in the forest, setting up a party for Alric. Glitter, streamers, cake, balloons, party hats, piñata, and even a horse dressed up like a unicorn.
There is a loud clang from a couple doors down and a bunch of elvish swearing.
Lore looks up and closes her book, setting aside. She gets up and looks out into the hallway.
Therens door is open with an alarming amount of steam coming out of it.
Lore walks over and casts Gust to get the steam out as it blows outside quickly through the window. "What happened?"
Theren is standing by the forge with his shirt off, multiple burns marks on his back. "Well I dipped the sword into the water and it brought up a lot more steam than I was expecting." Theren lifts the sword out of the water. It is ornately designed sword.
She walks in, eyebrows furrowed in concerned. She walks up to him and traces the burn marks on him with her fingertip "You need to get yourself covered up, you gonna end up crisping your whole skin."
Theren winces slightly. "Just adding more scars to my collection." The words from yesterday shine a pale white on his back.
She traces her fingertip over the words, quietly studying them.
They read, "You will join your friends soon enough Dotsk."
Lore backs up and narrows her eyes "Theren... when you were pinned to the tree... who was that man?"
"Which one? There were a lot of cultists and one monster. Be more specific Lore." he says as he starts to sharpen the sword.
Lore is sitting inside, in her room. She is dressed in a black tank-top, grey leggings, simple boots, and a simple leather cord necklace with a wooden arrow head pendant. She sits by her fire, reading a book while her dogs surround her, sleeping everywhere in her room.
Kelipso is sitting outside. He is sharpening his arrows while humming to himself. He wears a tan cloak with a color, native American design stitched into it, a simple shirt, a pair of dark brown breeches, and simple boots. Gordon sits beside him, a bundled wooden sticks in his mouth that he is carrying like any other dog would.
Oval is in the forest, setting up a party for Alric. Glitter, streamers, cake, balloons, party hats, piñata, and even a horse dressed up like a unicorn.
There is a loud clang from a couple doors down and a bunch of elvish swearing.
Lore looks up and closes her book, setting aside. She gets up and looks out into the hallway.
Therens door is open with an alarming amount of steam coming out of it.
Lore walks over and casts Gust to get the steam out as it blows outside quickly through the window. "What happened?"
Theren is standing by the forge with his shirt off, multiple burns marks on his back. "Well I dipped the sword into the water and it brought up a lot more steam than I was expecting." Theren lifts the sword out of the water. It is ornately designed sword.
She walks in, eyebrows furrowed in concerned. She walks up to him and traces the burn marks on him with her fingertip "You need to get yourself covered up, you gonna end up crisping your whole skin."
Theren winces slightly. "Just adding more scars to my collection." The words from yesterday shine a pale white on his back.
She traces her fingertip over the words, quietly studying them.
They read, "You will join your friends soon enough Dotsk."
Lore backs up and narrows her eyes "Theren... when you were pinned to the tree... who was that man?"
"Which one? There were a lot of cultists and one monster. Be more specific Lore." he says as he starts to sharpen the sword.
Lore is sitting inside, in her room. She is dressed in a black tank-top, grey leggings, simple boots, and a simple leather cord necklace with a wooden arrow head pendant. She sits by her fire, reading a book while her dogs surround her, sleeping everywhere in her room.
Kelipso is sitting outside. He is sharpening his arrows while humming to himself. He wears a tan cloak with a color, native American design stitched into it, a simple shirt, a pair of dark brown breeches, and simple boots. Gordon sits beside him, a bundled wooden sticks in his mouth that he is carrying like any other dog would.
Oval is in the forest, setting up a party for Alric. Glitter, streamers, cake, balloons, party hats, piñata, and even a horse dressed up like a unicorn.
There is a loud clang from a couple doors down and a bunch of elvish swearing.
Lore looks up and closes her book, setting aside. She gets up and looks out into the hallway.
Therens door is open with an alarming amount of steam coming out of it.
Lore walks over and casts Gust to get the steam out as it blows outside quickly through the window. "What happened?"
Theren is standing by the forge with his shirt off, multiple burns marks on his back. "Well I dipped the sword into the water and it brought up a lot more steam than I was expecting." Theren lifts the sword out of the water. It is ornately designed sword.
She walks in, eyebrows furrowed in concerned. She walks up to him and traces the burn marks on him with her fingertip "You need to get yourself covered up, you gonna end up crisping your whole skin."
Theren winces slightly. "Just adding more scars to my collection." The words from yesterday shine a pale white on his back.
She traces her fingertip over the words, quietly studying them.
They read, "You will join your friends soon enough Dotsk."
Lore backs up and narrows her eyes "Theren... when you were pinned to the tree... who was that man?"
"Which one? There were a lot of cultists and one monster. Be more specific Lore." he says as he starts to sharpen the sword.
"The one who carved this on to you" she said
Theren falters as he sharpens the sword. "It was the monster. The one with the three glowing eyes. We call him the SIlent One."
Lore is sitting inside, in her room. She is dressed in a black tank-top, grey leggings, simple boots, and a simple leather cord necklace with a wooden arrow head pendant. She sits by her fire, reading a book while her dogs surround her, sleeping everywhere in her room.
Kelipso is sitting outside. He is sharpening his arrows while humming to himself. He wears a tan cloak with a color, native American design stitched into it, a simple shirt, a pair of dark brown breeches, and simple boots. Gordon sits beside him, a bundled wooden sticks in his mouth that he is carrying like any other dog would.
Oval is in the forest, setting up a party for Alric. Glitter, streamers, cake, balloons, party hats, piñata, and even a horse dressed up like a unicorn.
There is a loud clang from a couple doors down and a bunch of elvish swearing.
Lore looks up and closes her book, setting aside. She gets up and looks out into the hallway.
Therens door is open with an alarming amount of steam coming out of it.
Lore walks over and casts Gust to get the steam out as it blows outside quickly through the window. "What happened?"
Theren is standing by the forge with his shirt off, multiple burns marks on his back. "Well I dipped the sword into the water and it brought up a lot more steam than I was expecting." Theren lifts the sword out of the water. It is ornately designed sword.
She walks in, eyebrows furrowed in concerned. She walks up to him and traces the burn marks on him with her fingertip "You need to get yourself covered up, you gonna end up crisping your whole skin."
Theren winces slightly. "Just adding more scars to my collection." The words from yesterday shine a pale white on his back.
She traces her fingertip over the words, quietly studying them.
They read, "You will join your friends soon enough Dotsk."
Lore backs up and narrows her eyes "Theren... when you were pinned to the tree... who was that man?"
"Which one? There were a lot of cultists and one monster. Be more specific Lore." he says as he starts to sharpen the sword.
"The one who carved this on to you" she said
Theren falters as he sharpens the sword. "It was the monster. The one with the three glowing eyes. We call him the SIlent One."
"is he one of the gods that hurt you?" she asked and sat down
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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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"Ah yes, its nearing us." she said and leaned in the doorway "Yes. I have... Genesis, my patron, has gotten a side of Theren"
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
"Bahamut, my patron, decided to meet theren, who flipped him off imedeietly" he replies"I'm not really sure how to react"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*gtg soon*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Morning guys!*
Theren is in his room forging a sword.
Thorin is asleep.
Alric is grumbling cause his birthday is today.
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She sighs "He's had bad experiences with gods Galax. We can't make him like our patrons automatically"
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
Lore is sitting inside, in her room. She is dressed in a black tank-top, grey leggings, simple boots, and a simple leather cord necklace with a wooden arrow head pendant. She sits by her fire, reading a book while her dogs surround her, sleeping everywhere in her room.
Kelipso is sitting outside. He is sharpening his arrows while humming to himself. He wears a tan cloak with a color, native American design stitched into it, a simple shirt, a pair of dark brown breeches, and simple boots. Gordon sits beside him, a bundled wooden sticks in his mouth that he is carrying like any other dog would.
Oval is in the forest, setting up a party for Alric. Glitter, streamers, cake, balloons, party hats, piñata, and even a horse dressed up like a unicorn.
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
There is a loud clang from a couple doors down and a bunch of elvish swearing.
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Lore looks up and closes her book, setting aside. She gets up and looks out into the hallway.
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
Therens door is open with an alarming amount of steam coming out of it.
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Lore walks over and casts Gust to get the steam out as it blows outside quickly through the window. "What happened?"
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
Theren is standing by the forge with his shirt off, multiple burns marks on his back. "Well I dipped the sword into the water and it brought up a lot more steam than I was expecting." Theren lifts the sword out of the water. It is ornately designed sword.
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She walks in, eyebrows furrowed in concerned. She walks up to him and traces the burn marks on him with her fingertip "You need to get yourself covered up, you gonna end up crisping your whole skin."
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
Theren winces slightly. "Just adding more scars to my collection." The words from yesterday shine a pale white on his back.
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She traces her fingertip over the words, quietly studying them.
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
They read, "You will join your friends soon enough Dotsk."
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Lore backs up and narrows her eyes "Theren... when you were pinned to the tree... who was that man?"
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
"Which one? There were a lot of cultists and one monster. Be more specific Lore." he says as he starts to sharpen the sword.
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"The one who carved this on to you" 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
Theren falters as he sharpens the sword. "It was the monster. The one with the three glowing eyes. We call him the SIlent One."
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"is he one of the gods that hurt you?" she asked and sat down
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