He smiles again "Do not be sorry for speaking your mind Sparrow one. That is how challenges are met and faced. If you speak your mind, then you are being honest." He nods "We are."
“Can I help you with your hunt?”
"Of course. The more we have in our pack, the more we are likely to bring it down before it can hurt another creature." He nods and stands up, seeming to disappear into the shadows.
*I’ve been wanting to use this for so long…*
Zeem clips on a belt, and strides out into the clearing with the bear.
The followed of Ishal blink in surprise and watch. Ishal stays stoned face and unblinking.
The bear snarls, baring blood stained teeth within it's massive maul. Its claws seem to be made of silver but tainted red from it's kill. It's deep brown furi drenched in blood and sticky to the looks of it.
They stand fast, and stare the bear dead in the eyes. “Hey! Bear! Erm… What’s your name?”
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I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
Fiabrath is land is now populated with animals. Deer, rabbits, wild horses, pigs, birds and much more. They are teaching their followers how to hunt for food near the lake.
Zeem appears beside them, grabs a small stone, and puts it in a pouch on his belt. “Your followers are learning quickly.”
“Yes, I wonder how their culture will develop.”
“As do I. I believe I have less followers than most here, so I still have a good connection with each of them.”
“I now have 70… perhaps I should give them names?”
“Maybe they have names. Have you asked them?”
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I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
Fiabrath is land is now populated with animals. Deer, rabbits, wild horses, pigs, birds and much more. They are teaching their followers how to hunt for food near the lake.
Zeem appears beside them, grabs a small stone, and puts it in a pouch on his belt. “Your followers are learning quickly.”
“Yes, I wonder how their culture will develop.”
“As do I. I believe I have less followers than most here, so I still have a good connection with each of them.”
“I now have 70… perhaps I should give them names?”
“Maybe they have names. Have you asked them?”
“They don’t speak yet.”
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Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
Ishal is hunting with a small group of his followers. They are currently shadowing a rather large bear that has ripped a few of its animal breathren to shreds. Ishal is dressed in charcoal dyed leathers that make him look more monstrous than man. His followers are dressed in cactus and charcoal dyed cloaks so they blend in with the wilds around them.
*Good morning!*
The dreamcatchers at their camp were accruing black gunk for some reason.
A woman, a follower, with hair that seems to be longer than anyone else's in the camp, is examining them. She narrows her pure blue eyes as her fingers take some of the substance and rub it between the pads of her fingers.
It feels... dark. Like it doesn't belong to the natural order of things. Suddenly, she is overcome by fear, but not of anything in particular.
*Divine anxiety attack*
Atouk (Her name) drops it for a moment before slowly picking it back up. She narrows her eyes and stares at it, unblinking.
A cleric from an unknown deity approaches. She was too preoccupied with the panic attack and the dream catcher to notice him coming. He's still a good distance away though.
His dark, woven clothes show that he's not from around here. "Hail! I have come to clean your dreamcatchers!"
She narrows her green eyes as she appraises the Cleric. Suddenly, she throws a shrill whistle over her shoulder.
She sighs "Why? You are not one of us... You smell like you belong to another god." She says.
"My 'god' is an abomination. A thing. I have come to clean up the mess it has made. It is a horror that has the sole purpose of spawning other horrors. It is an affront to everything I stand for, but only it grants the permission to fix its mistakes, and I am loathe to anger such a being."
He holds out a handkerchief to accept the dream catcher, and a blade with no sharp edge in his other hand. "It was recently freed by the god Kila, and now its mere existence causes nightmares everywhere. That is the material building up on the dreamcatchers. They must be cleaned properly."
"We can do it on our own." She said, standing proudly, her shoulders squared. "We need no help as of yet."
"As you wish. But the material is difficult to dispose of. If you could contain it, I could take it away to where it will not harm anyone or anything. If you wish to do that task yourself as well, I urge you to be very careful. The fear is the least of its effects."
As he is talking, two other women appear. One has short hair that is tied into a small bun while the other has a shaven head and deep scars over her face.
"Maul, Regorn, please feed our visitor and then see him out." Atouk said, waving a hand. "He looks like he needs a meal. Find fish, corn, and beans and serve those to him."
Fiabrath is land is now populated with animals. Deer, rabbits, wild horses, pigs, birds and much more. They are teaching their followers how to hunt for food near the lake.
Zeem appears beside them, grabs a small stone, and puts it in a pouch on his belt. “Your followers are learning quickly.”
“Yes, I wonder how their culture will develop.”
“As do I. I believe I have less followers than most here, so I still have a good connection with each of them.”
“I now have 70… perhaps I should give them names?”
“Maybe they have names. Have you asked them?”
“They don’t speak yet.”
“Perhaps we could teach them.”
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I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
He smiles again "Do not be sorry for speaking your mind Sparrow one. That is how challenges are met and faced. If you speak your mind, then you are being honest." He nods "We are."
“Can I help you with your hunt?”
"Of course. The more we have in our pack, the more we are likely to bring it down before it can hurt another creature." He nods and stands up, seeming to disappear into the shadows.
*I’ve been wanting to use this for so long…*
Zeem clips on a belt, and strides out into the clearing with the bear.
The followed of Ishal blink in surprise and watch. Ishal stays stoned face and unblinking.
The bear snarls, baring blood stained teeth within it's massive maul. Its claws seem to be made of silver but tainted red from it's kill. It's deep brown furi drenched in blood and sticky to the looks of it.
They stand fast, and stare the bear dead in the eyes. “Hey! Bear! Erm… What’s your name?”
It snarls again before letting out an ear bleeding roar on rage. It stomps towards Zeem menacingly, its claws raking the earthen soil.
Ishal is hunting with a small group of his followers. They are currently shadowing a rather large bear that has ripped a few of its animal breathren to shreds. Ishal is dressed in charcoal dyed leathers that make him look more monstrous than man. His followers are dressed in cactus and charcoal dyed cloaks so they blend in with the wilds around them.
*Good morning!*
The dreamcatchers at their camp were accruing black gunk for some reason.
A woman, a follower, with hair that seems to be longer than anyone else's in the camp, is examining them. She narrows her pure blue eyes as her fingers take some of the substance and rub it between the pads of her fingers.
It feels... dark. Like it doesn't belong to the natural order of things. Suddenly, she is overcome by fear, but not of anything in particular.
*Divine anxiety attack*
Atouk (Her name) drops it for a moment before slowly picking it back up. She narrows her eyes and stares at it, unblinking.
A cleric from an unknown deity approaches. She was too preoccupied with the panic attack and the dream catcher to notice him coming. He's still a good distance away though.
His dark, woven clothes show that he's not from around here. "Hail! I have come to clean your dreamcatchers!"
She narrows her green eyes as she appraises the Cleric. Suddenly, she throws a shrill whistle over her shoulder.
She sighs "Why? You are not one of us... You smell like you belong to another god." She says.
"My 'god' is an abomination. A thing. I have come to clean up the mess it has made. It is a horror that has the sole purpose of spawning other horrors. It is an affront to everything I stand for, but only it grants the permission to fix its mistakes, and I am loathe to anger such a being."
He holds out a handkerchief to accept the dream catcher, and a blade with no sharp edge in his other hand. "It was recently freed by the god Kila, and now its mere existence causes nightmares everywhere. That is the material building up on the dreamcatchers. They must be cleaned properly."
"We can do it on our own." She said, standing proudly, her shoulders squared. "We need no help as of yet."
"As you wish. But the material is difficult to dispose of. If you could contain it, I could take it away to where it will not harm anyone or anything. If you wish to do that task yourself as well, I urge you to be very careful. The fear is the least of its effects."
As he is talking, two other women appear. One has short hair that is tied into a small bun while the other has a shaven head and deep scars over her face.
"Maul, Regorn, please feed our visitor and then see him out." Atouk said, waving a hand. "He looks like he needs a meal. Find fish, corn, and beans and serve those to him."
"I am fine with no meal. The Sunless City, for all its problems, has plenty of food." He walks off back toward the city, which seems to be... breathing.
"Yes! I dream of an advanced society of people, making their dreams real, advancing technology and life quality beyond what currently seems possible. People getting all they desire..."
“Wow! That sounds amazing! I wonder what my people dream of…”
"Would you like me to see?"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
Fiabrath is land is now populated with animals. Deer, rabbits, wild horses, pigs, birds and much more. They are teaching their followers how to hunt for food near the lake.
Zeem appears beside them, grabs a small stone, and puts it in a pouch on his belt. “Your followers are learning quickly.”
“Yes, I wonder how their culture will develop.”
“As do I. I believe I have less followers than most here, so I still have a good connection with each of them.”
“I now have 70… perhaps I should give them names?”
“Maybe they have names. Have you asked them?”
“They don’t speak yet.”
“Perhaps we could teach them.”
“I agree, but first I need to teach them how to survive.”
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Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
Ishal is hunting with a small group of his followers. They are currently shadowing a rather large bear that has ripped a few of its animal breathren to shreds. Ishal is dressed in charcoal dyed leathers that make him look more monstrous than man. His followers are dressed in cactus and charcoal dyed cloaks so they blend in with the wilds around them.
*Good morning!*
The dreamcatchers at their camp were accruing black gunk for some reason.
A woman, a follower, with hair that seems to be longer than anyone else's in the camp, is examining them. She narrows her pure blue eyes as her fingers take some of the substance and rub it between the pads of her fingers.
It feels... dark. Like it doesn't belong to the natural order of things. Suddenly, she is overcome by fear, but not of anything in particular.
*Divine anxiety attack*
Atouk (Her name) drops it for a moment before slowly picking it back up. She narrows her eyes and stares at it, unblinking.
A cleric from an unknown deity approaches. She was too preoccupied with the panic attack and the dream catcher to notice him coming. He's still a good distance away though.
His dark, woven clothes show that he's not from around here. "Hail! I have come to clean your dreamcatchers!"
She narrows her green eyes as she appraises the Cleric. Suddenly, she throws a shrill whistle over her shoulder.
She sighs "Why? You are not one of us... You smell like you belong to another god." She says.
"My 'god' is an abomination. A thing. I have come to clean up the mess it has made. It is a horror that has the sole purpose of spawning other horrors. It is an affront to everything I stand for, but only it grants the permission to fix its mistakes, and I am loathe to anger such a being."
He holds out a handkerchief to accept the dream catcher, and a blade with no sharp edge in his other hand. "It was recently freed by the god Kila, and now its mere existence causes nightmares everywhere. That is the material building up on the dreamcatchers. They must be cleaned properly."
"We can do it on our own." She said, standing proudly, her shoulders squared. "We need no help as of yet."
"As you wish. But the material is difficult to dispose of. If you could contain it, I could take it away to where it will not harm anyone or anything. If you wish to do that task yourself as well, I urge you to be very careful. The fear is the least of its effects."
As he is talking, two other women appear. One has short hair that is tied into a small bun while the other has a shaven head and deep scars over her face.
"Maul, Regorn, please feed our visitor and then see him out." Atouk said, waving a hand. "He looks like he needs a meal. Find fish, corn, and beans and serve those to him."
"I am fine with no meal. The Sunless City, for all its problems, has plenty of food." He walks off back toward the city, which seems to be... breathing.
"Nonsense. Come now." Maul, the short haired one says and takes him by the arm. All three lead him to a fire and begin to make preparations for the fish, corn and beans. Baskets upon baskets of such things are brought in by fishers and farmers.
Maul begins to pluck off kernels and then uses a stone to pound those kernels into flour. She takes the corn flour and water and begins to mix both together with a handful of sun dried cranberries.
Regorn begins to gut and carve the fish into fillets. She sets them on top of a flat rock that sits by the fire, hot from the heat of the flames. The sound of sizzling flesh is heard.
Atouk begins to cook the beans by setting them in a clay pot along with some water and other herbs. She sets the pot over top of the fire and occasionally stirs it.
He smiles again "Do not be sorry for speaking your mind Sparrow one. That is how challenges are met and faced. If you speak your mind, then you are being honest." He nods "We are."
“Can I help you with your hunt?”
"Of course. The more we have in our pack, the more we are likely to bring it down before it can hurt another creature." He nods and stands up, seeming to disappear into the shadows.
*I’ve been wanting to use this for so long…*
Zeem clips on a belt, and strides out into the clearing with the bear.
The followed of Ishal blink in surprise and watch. Ishal stays stoned face and unblinking.
The bear snarls, baring blood stained teeth within it's massive maul. Its claws seem to be made of silver but tainted red from it's kill. It's deep brown furi drenched in blood and sticky to the looks of it.
They stand fast, and stare the bear dead in the eyes. “Hey! Bear! Erm… What’s your name?”
It snarls again before letting out an ear bleeding roar on rage. It stomps towards Zeem menacingly, its claws raking the earthen soil.
Zeem catches it by its neck, attempting to hold it back.
*the belt he’s wearing is a belt of storm giant strength, so his strength is 29*
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I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
He smiles again "Do not be sorry for speaking your mind Sparrow one. That is how challenges are met and faced. If you speak your mind, then you are being honest." He nods "We are."
“Can I help you with your hunt?”
"Of course. The more we have in our pack, the more we are likely to bring it down before it can hurt another creature." He nods and stands up, seeming to disappear into the shadows.
*I’ve been wanting to use this for so long…*
Zeem clips on a belt, and strides out into the clearing with the bear.
The followed of Ishal blink in surprise and watch. Ishal stays stoned face and unblinking.
The bear snarls, baring blood stained teeth within it's massive maul. Its claws seem to be made of silver but tainted red from it's kill. It's deep brown furi drenched in blood and sticky to the looks of it.
They stand fast, and stare the bear dead in the eyes. “Hey! Bear! Erm… What’s your name?”
It snarls again before letting out an ear bleeding roar on rage. It stomps towards Zeem menacingly, its claws raking the earthen soil.
Zeem catches it by its neck, attempting to hold it back.
*the belt he’s wearing is a belt of storm giant strength, so his strength is 29*
The bear is caught off guard by the sudden strength, very much underestimating Zeem. It snarls again, trying to fight back against him.
"Yes! I dream of an advanced society of people, making their dreams real, advancing technology and life quality beyond what currently seems possible. People getting all they desire..."
“Wow! That sounds amazing! I wonder what my people dream of…”
"Would you like me to see?"
“Yes! I would love that!”
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I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
He smiles again "Do not be sorry for speaking your mind Sparrow one. That is how challenges are met and faced. If you speak your mind, then you are being honest." He nods "We are."
“Can I help you with your hunt?”
"Of course. The more we have in our pack, the more we are likely to bring it down before it can hurt another creature." He nods and stands up, seeming to disappear into the shadows.
*I’ve been wanting to use this for so long…*
Zeem clips on a belt, and strides out into the clearing with the bear.
The followed of Ishal blink in surprise and watch. Ishal stays stoned face and unblinking.
The bear snarls, baring blood stained teeth within it's massive maul. Its claws seem to be made of silver but tainted red from it's kill. It's deep brown furi drenched in blood and sticky to the looks of it.
They stand fast, and stare the bear dead in the eyes. “Hey! Bear! Erm… What’s your name?”
It snarls again before letting out an ear bleeding roar on rage. It stomps towards Zeem menacingly, its claws raking the earthen soil.
Zeem catches it by its neck, attempting to hold it back.
*the belt he’s wearing is a belt of storm giant strength, so his strength is 29*
The bear is caught off guard by the sudden strength, very much underestimating Zeem. It snarls again, trying to fight back against him.
They smile, and say: “Ishal, I’ve got it held here if you’d like to attack it!”
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I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
He smiles again "Do not be sorry for speaking your mind Sparrow one. That is how challenges are met and faced. If you speak your mind, then you are being honest." He nods "We are."
“Can I help you with your hunt?”
"Of course. The more we have in our pack, the more we are likely to bring it down before it can hurt another creature." He nods and stands up, seeming to disappear into the shadows.
*I’ve been wanting to use this for so long…*
Zeem clips on a belt, and strides out into the clearing with the bear.
The followed of Ishal blink in surprise and watch. Ishal stays stoned face and unblinking.
The bear snarls, baring blood stained teeth within it's massive maul. Its claws seem to be made of silver but tainted red from it's kill. It's deep brown furi drenched in blood and sticky to the looks of it.
They stand fast, and stare the bear dead in the eyes. “Hey! Bear! Erm… What’s your name?”
It snarls again before letting out an ear bleeding roar on rage. It stomps towards Zeem menacingly, its claws raking the earthen soil.
Zeem catches it by its neck, attempting to hold it back.
*the belt he’s wearing is a belt of storm giant strength, so his strength is 29*
The bear is caught off guard by the sudden strength, very much underestimating Zeem. It snarls again, trying to fight back against him.
They smile, and say: “Ishal, I’ve got it held here if you’d like to attack it!”
Ishal is by Zeem's side within the moment and brings his spear into the bears fur and flesh. The bear roars again and fights against Ishal and Zeem with all it's might before slowly going slack.
"Yes! I dream of an advanced society of people, making their dreams real, advancing technology and life quality beyond what currently seems possible. People getting all they desire..."
“Wow! That sounds amazing! I wonder what my people dream of…”
"Would you like me to see?"
“Yes! I would love that!”
She smiles "Bring me to them, or bring them to the pond"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
"Nonsense. Come now." Maul, the short haired one says and takes him by the arm. All three lead him to a fire and begin to make preparations for the fish, corn and beans. Baskets upon baskets of such things are brought in by fishers and farmers.
Maul begins to pluck off kernels and then uses a stone to pound those kernels into flour. She takes the corn flour and water and begins to mix both together with a handful of sun dried cranberries.
Regorn begins to gut and carve the fish into fillets. She sets them on top of a flat rock that sits by the fire, hot from the heat of the flames. The sound of sizzling flesh is heard.
Atouk begins to cook the beans by setting them in a clay pot along with some water and other herbs. She sets the pot over top of the fire and occasionally stirs it.
He watches the process uneasily. "We don't have fire where I'm from. We have to use other heat sources." He looks up at the sky to see what time it is.
"I... I think I should go. I'm really not hungry, and I have work to do."
"Nonsense. Come now." Maul, the short haired one says and takes him by the arm. All three lead him to a fire and begin to make preparations for the fish, corn and beans. Baskets upon baskets of such things are brought in by fishers and farmers.
Maul begins to pluck off kernels and then uses a stone to pound those kernels into flour. She takes the corn flour and water and begins to mix both together with a handful of sun dried cranberries.
Regorn begins to gut and carve the fish into fillets. She sets them on top of a flat rock that sits by the fire, hot from the heat of the flames. The sound of sizzling flesh is heard.
Atouk begins to cook the beans by setting them in a clay pot along with some water and other herbs. She sets the pot over top of the fire and occasionally stirs it.
He watches the process uneasily. "We don't have fire where I'm from. We have to use other heat sources." He looks up at the sky to see what time it is.
"I... I think I should go. I'm really not hungry, and I have work to do."
"Please do stay. We do not cook for others besides our own often and it is a great gift to be doing so today." Maul says and smiles warmly.
They stand fast, and stare the bear dead in the eyes. “Hey! Bear! Erm… What’s your name?”
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
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“Maybe they have names. Have you asked them?”
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
Extended signature: Here
“They don’t speak yet.”
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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As he is talking, two other women appear. One has short hair that is tied into a small bun while the other has a shaven head and deep scars over her face.
"Maul, Regorn, please feed our visitor and then see him out." Atouk said, waving a hand. "He looks like he needs a meal. Find fish, corn, and beans and serve those to him."
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
“Perhaps we could teach them.”
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
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It snarls again before letting out an ear bleeding roar on rage. It stomps towards Zeem menacingly, its claws raking the earthen soil.
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 am fine with no meal. The Sunless City, for all its problems, has plenty of food." He walks off back toward the city, which seems to be... breathing.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Would you like me to see?"
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Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
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“I agree, but first I need to teach them how to survive.”
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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"Nonsense. Come now." Maul, the short haired one says and takes him by the arm. All three lead him to a fire and begin to make preparations for the fish, corn and beans. Baskets upon baskets of such things are brought in by fishers and farmers.
Maul begins to pluck off kernels and then uses a stone to pound those kernels into flour. She takes the corn flour and water and begins to mix both together with a handful of sun dried cranberries.
Regorn begins to gut and carve the fish into fillets. She sets them on top of a flat rock that sits by the fire, hot from the heat of the flames. The sound of sizzling flesh is heard.
Atouk begins to cook the beans by setting them in a clay pot along with some water and other herbs. She sets the pot over top of the fire and occasionally stirs it.
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
Zeem catches it by its neck, attempting to hold it back.
*the belt he’s wearing is a belt of storm giant strength, so his strength is 29*
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“Good plan! Can I help?”
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The bear is caught off guard by the sudden strength, very much underestimating Zeem. It snarls again, trying to fight back against him.
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
“Yes! I would love that!”
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They smile, and say: “Ishal, I’ve got it held here if you’d like to attack it!”
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Ishal is by Zeem's side within the moment and brings his spear into the bears fur and flesh. The bear roars again and fights against Ishal and Zeem with all it's might before slowly going slack.
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
She smiles "Bring me to them, or bring them to the pond"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
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He watches the process uneasily. "We don't have fire where I'm from. We have to use other heat sources." He looks up at the sky to see what time it is.
"I... I think I should go. I'm really not hungry, and I have work to do."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Please do stay. We do not cook for others besides our own often and it is a great gift to be doing so today." Maul says and smiles warmly.
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
“Yes! Do you know how to use a spear?”
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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