He lowers down slightly, then throws himself into the air with a mighty shove downward. He lands, softly as a falling leaf, in the garden, careful not to trample anything.
“That was fast.”
"I wanted to be sure I had your permission before I was in your garden, so I moved slowly so that you could notice me." He reaches into his cloak and pulls out a short length of rope.
"This is my gift. If someone who cannot fly, such as a human, needs to come up here, you can lower one end of this rope. It will extend and bring them up safely. I would not suggest using it too often, as this place is so beautiful they may not want to leave."
“Thank you!”
"You are very welcome. But now, on a more somber note, I want to apologize if I offended you at any point. I offend myself quite frequently and understand that my existence, let alone my presence, is barely tolerable to most creatures. I believe I've told you the reason, but I still feel the need to apologize for my existence, and, more importantly, actions."
“You don’t need to apologize. You never offended me, and you will always be welcome here.”
"That is good to hear. I am glad to have a friendly acquaintance, especially one so different from myself."
He creates a tea set, complete with tea, from a small wooden button from his cloak.
"Now, I have an interesting development. That god of Liberation, as they call themselves, despises me, as does the god of Magic. I was not aware of this until very recently."
He lowers down slightly, then throws himself into the air with a mighty shove downward. He lands, softly as a falling leaf, in the garden, careful not to trample anything.
“That was fast.”
"I wanted to be sure I had your permission before I was in your garden, so I moved slowly so that you could notice me." He reaches into his cloak and pulls out a short length of rope.
"This is my gift. If someone who cannot fly, such as a human, needs to come up here, you can lower one end of this rope. It will extend and bring them up safely. I would not suggest using it too often, as this place is so beautiful they may not want to leave."
“Thank you!”
"You are very welcome. But now, on a more somber note, I want to apologize if I offended you at any point. I offend myself quite frequently and understand that my existence, let alone my presence, is barely tolerable to most creatures. I believe I've told you the reason, but I still feel the need to apologize for my existence, and, more importantly, actions."
“You don’t need to apologize. You never offended me, and you will always be welcome here.”
"That is good to hear. I am glad to have a friendly acquaintance, especially one so different from myself."
He creates a tea set, complete with tea, from a small wooden button from his cloak.
"Now, I have an interesting development. That god of Liberation, as they call themselves, despises me, as does the god of Magic. I was not aware of this until very recently."
Kila is holding a simple wooden staff. The wood is charred where his hands are and his eyes are closed.
Ivis flies over.
”Heeeeeeeeeyyyyyyllllooo!”
He opens his eyes and smiles. “Hi Ivis!”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Kila is holding a simple wooden staff. The wood is charred where his hands are and his eyes are closed.
*HI CYNO!! Would you rather me interact with Kila, do the follower thing, or both?*
*I can do the follower thing! Gimme a sec*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Kila is holding a simple wooden staff. The wood is charred where his hands are and his eyes are closed.
*HI CYNO!! Would you rather me interact with Kila, do the follower thing, or both?*
*I can do the follower thing! Gimme a sec*
*k!!*
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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)
A woman with short black hair with small braids in the fluffy mess of it approaches Ilheia cautiously. She wears clothes clearly styled for the desert, and her skin is a deep tan color. “Um.. hello.” She says quietly.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
A woman with short black hair with small braids in the fluffy mess of it approaches Ilheia cautiously. She wears clothes clearly styled for the desert, and her skin is a deep tan color. “Um.. hello.” She says quietly.
"Good afternoon, miss!!" She flies in a swirl around her "You have nice hair!"
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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)
He lowers down slightly, then throws himself into the air with a mighty shove downward. He lands, softly as a falling leaf, in the garden, careful not to trample anything.
“That was fast.”
"I wanted to be sure I had your permission before I was in your garden, so I moved slowly so that you could notice me." He reaches into his cloak and pulls out a short length of rope.
"This is my gift. If someone who cannot fly, such as a human, needs to come up here, you can lower one end of this rope. It will extend and bring them up safely. I would not suggest using it too often, as this place is so beautiful they may not want to leave."
“Thank you!”
"You are very welcome. But now, on a more somber note, I want to apologize if I offended you at any point. I offend myself quite frequently and understand that my existence, let alone my presence, is barely tolerable to most creatures. I believe I've told you the reason, but I still feel the need to apologize for my existence, and, more importantly, actions."
“You don’t need to apologize. You never offended me, and you will always be welcome here.”
"That is good to hear. I am glad to have a friendly acquaintance, especially one so different from myself."
He creates a tea set, complete with tea, from a small wooden button from his cloak.
"Now, I have an interesting development. That god of Liberation, as they call themselves, despises me, as does the god of Magic. I was not aware of this until very recently."
“What are you going to do about it?”
"... I'm not sure. I certainly won't resort to violence unless this escalates far beyond what I predict. Talking to them is what got me into this... maybe I need some help, but I don't want to drag anyone into this, especially someone that I like."
He lowers down slightly, then throws himself into the air with a mighty shove downward. He lands, softly as a falling leaf, in the garden, careful not to trample anything.
“That was fast.”
"I wanted to be sure I had your permission before I was in your garden, so I moved slowly so that you could notice me." He reaches into his cloak and pulls out a short length of rope.
"This is my gift. If someone who cannot fly, such as a human, needs to come up here, you can lower one end of this rope. It will extend and bring them up safely. I would not suggest using it too often, as this place is so beautiful they may not want to leave."
“Thank you!”
"You are very welcome. But now, on a more somber note, I want to apologize if I offended you at any point. I offend myself quite frequently and understand that my existence, let alone my presence, is barely tolerable to most creatures. I believe I've told you the reason, but I still feel the need to apologize for my existence, and, more importantly, actions."
“You don’t need to apologize. You never offended me, and you will always be welcome here.”
"That is good to hear. I am glad to have a friendly acquaintance, especially one so different from myself."
He creates a tea set, complete with tea, from a small wooden button from his cloak.
"Now, I have an interesting development. That god of Liberation, as they call themselves, despises me, as does the god of Magic. I was not aware of this until very recently."
“What are you going to do about it?”
"... I'm not sure. I certainly won't resort to violence unless this escalates far beyond what I predict. Talking to them is what got me into this... maybe I need some help, but I don't ant to drag anyone into this, especially someone that I like."
"I wanted to be sure I had your permission before I was in your garden, so I moved slowly so that you could notice me." He reaches into his cloak and pulls out a short length of rope.
"This is my gift. If someone who cannot fly, such as a human, needs to come up here, you can lower one end of this rope. It will extend and bring them up safely. I would not suggest using it too often, as this place is so beautiful they may not want to leave."
“Thank you!”
"You are very welcome. But now, on a more somber note, I want to apologize if I offended you at any point. I offend myself quite frequently and understand that my existence, let alone my presence, is barely tolerable to most creatures. I believe I've told you the reason, but I still feel the need to apologize for my existence, and, more importantly, actions."
“You don’t need to apologize. You never offended me, and you will always be welcome here.”
"That is good to hear. I am glad to have a friendly acquaintance, especially one so different from myself."
He creates a tea set, complete with tea, from a small wooden button from his cloak.
"Now, I have an interesting development. That god of Liberation, as they call themselves, despises me, as does the god of Magic. I was not aware of this until very recently."
“What are you going to do about it?”
"... I'm not sure. I certainly won't resort to violence unless this escalates far beyond what I predict. Talking to them is what got me into this... maybe I need some help, but I don't ant to drag anyone into this, especially someone that I like."
“I am more than willing to help.”
"I wouldn't want you to jeopardize your friendship with them on my account, but maybe that's just the fear talking. You are very eloquent, and you may be able to explain to them why it is that I do what I do. My domain seems to be their primary issue, as monsters and fear are often difficult to appreciate, especially when you don't fully understand them."
He clears his "throat."
"Sorry, I got sidetracked. I would love your help as long as you feel that it would not inconvenience you too greatly."
Halo/horn mask: All living things have something called chakras. Most have seven, but some may have more or less. When energy flows each of the chakras, the creature is able to perform arcane feats.
Fire/tear eye mask: But sometimes a chakra could become clogged by the essence of an emotion. This stops the stream of magic and prevents creatures from using it. Meditation in a monument such as this let’s you clear your mind and unclog your chakras.
*I took a few creative liberties in this*
*YEA MORE LORE!!!*
Kila nods. “Maybe I need to meditate as well!”
Old man mask: You are welcome to join us.
Kila sits and closes his eyes.
After a while, Kila hears two things. His enraged voice yelling at the old death who cursed his people, and people screaming in pain.
He gasps, eyes openinh wide. He’s hyperventilating.
Four places their hand on his shoulder.
Fire/tear eye mask: In order to unclog a chakra, you have to face the emotion that’s clogging it in the first place. Meditating is how you face it. I am sorry for not telling you this beforehand.
He takes a deep breath. “So I just.. have to endure it?”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
A woman with short black hair with small braids in the fluffy mess of it approaches Ilheia cautiously. She wears clothes clearly styled for the desert, and her skin is a deep tan color. “Um.. hello.” She says quietly.
"Good afternoon, miss!!" She flies in a swirl around her "You have nice hair!"
She looks down at her feet and nods. “You’re.. are you one of those gods?” She asks shyly. “Kilashi told us about you. Dreams are.. really pretty.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“Tired.” He says, sighing. “Nedari and I are a little worried about the Obelisks.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Halo/horn mask: All living things have something called chakras. Most have seven, but some may have more or less. When energy flows each of the chakras, the creature is able to perform arcane feats.
Fire/tear eye mask: But sometimes a chakra could become clogged by the essence of an emotion. This stops the stream of magic and prevents creatures from using it. Meditation in a monument such as this let’s you clear your mind and unclog your chakras.
*I took a few creative liberties in this*
*YEA MORE LORE!!!*
Kila nods. “Maybe I need to meditate as well!”
Old man mask: You are welcome to join us.
Kila sits and closes his eyes.
After a while, Kila hears two things. His enraged voice yelling at the old death who cursed his people, and people screaming in pain.
He gasps, eyes openinh wide. He’s hyperventilating.
Four places their hand on his shoulder.
Fire/tear eye mask: In order to unclog a chakra, you have to face the emotion that’s clogging it in the first place. Meditating is how you face it. I am sorry for not telling you this beforehand.
He takes a deep breath. “So I just.. have to endure it?”
A woman with short black hair with small braids in the fluffy mess of it approaches Ilheia cautiously. She wears clothes clearly styled for the desert, and her skin is a deep tan color. “Um.. hello.” She says quietly.
"Good afternoon, miss!!" She flies in a swirl around her "You have nice hair!"
She looks down at her feet and nods. “You’re.. are you one of those gods?” She asks shyly. “Kilashi told us about you. Dreams are.. really pretty.”
"I am!! May I see your dreams? Id love to experience all the pretty things you 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)
"I wanted to be sure I had your permission before I was in your garden, so I moved slowly so that you could notice me." He reaches into his cloak and pulls out a short length of rope.
"This is my gift. If someone who cannot fly, such as a human, needs to come up here, you can lower one end of this rope. It will extend and bring them up safely. I would not suggest using it too often, as this place is so beautiful they may not want to leave."
“Thank you!”
"You are very welcome. But now, on a more somber note, I want to apologize if I offended you at any point. I offend myself quite frequently and understand that my existence, let alone my presence, is barely tolerable to most creatures. I believe I've told you the reason, but I still feel the need to apologize for my existence, and, more importantly, actions."
“You don’t need to apologize. You never offended me, and you will always be welcome here.”
"That is good to hear. I am glad to have a friendly acquaintance, especially one so different from myself."
He creates a tea set, complete with tea, from a small wooden button from his cloak.
"Now, I have an interesting development. That god of Liberation, as they call themselves, despises me, as does the god of Magic. I was not aware of this until very recently."
“What are you going to do about it?”
"... I'm not sure. I certainly won't resort to violence unless this escalates far beyond what I predict. Talking to them is what got me into this... maybe I need some help, but I don't ant to drag anyone into this, especially someone that I like."
“I am more than willing to help.”
"I wouldn't want you to jeopardize your friendship with them on my account, but maybe that's just the fear talking. You are very eloquent, and you may be able to explain to them why it is that I do what I do. My domain seems to be their primary issue, as monsters and fear are often difficult to appreciate, especially when you don't fully understand them."
He clears his "throat."
"Sorry, I got sidetracked. I would love your help as long as you feel that it would not inconvenience you too greatly."
"I wanted to be sure I had your permission before I was in your garden, so I moved slowly so that you could notice me." He reaches into his cloak and pulls out a short length of rope.
"This is my gift. If someone who cannot fly, such as a human, needs to come up here, you can lower one end of this rope. It will extend and bring them up safely. I would not suggest using it too often, as this place is so beautiful they may not want to leave."
“Thank you!”
"You are very welcome. But now, on a more somber note, I want to apologize if I offended you at any point. I offend myself quite frequently and understand that my existence, let alone my presence, is barely tolerable to most creatures. I believe I've told you the reason, but I still feel the need to apologize for my existence, and, more importantly, actions."
“You don’t need to apologize. You never offended me, and you will always be welcome here.”
"That is good to hear. I am glad to have a friendly acquaintance, especially one so different from myself."
He creates a tea set, complete with tea, from a small wooden button from his cloak.
"Now, I have an interesting development. That god of Liberation, as they call themselves, despises me, as does the god of Magic. I was not aware of this until very recently."
“What are you going to do about it?”
"... I'm not sure. I certainly won't resort to violence unless this escalates far beyond what I predict. Talking to them is what got me into this... maybe I need some help, but I don't ant to drag anyone into this, especially someone that I like."
“I am more than willing to help.”
"I wouldn't want you to jeopardize your friendship with them on my account, but maybe that's just the fear talking. You are very eloquent, and you may be able to explain to them why it is that I do what I do. My domain seems to be their primary issue, as monsters and fear are often difficult to appreciate, especially when you don't fully understand them."
He clears his "throat."
"Sorry, I got sidetracked. I would love your help as long as you feel that it would not inconvenience you too greatly."
“It wouldn’t. I’ll try to talk to them.”
"I cannot thank you enough. I will do what I can to repay you, but I happen to be short on gifts at the moment."
He sips his tea through his mask, then adds about six lumps of sugar.
"Are there any more pleasant subjects you would like to discuss? Anything would be better than talking about guilt and hatred."
"I wanted to be sure I had your permission before I was in your garden, so I moved slowly so that you could notice me." He reaches into his cloak and pulls out a short length of rope.
"This is my gift. If someone who cannot fly, such as a human, needs to come up here, you can lower one end of this rope. It will extend and bring them up safely. I would not suggest using it too often, as this place is so beautiful they may not want to leave."
“Thank you!”
"You are very welcome. But now, on a more somber note, I want to apologize if I offended you at any point. I offend myself quite frequently and understand that my existence, let alone my presence, is barely tolerable to most creatures. I believe I've told you the reason, but I still feel the need to apologize for my existence, and, more importantly, actions."
“You don’t need to apologize. You never offended me, and you will always be welcome here.”
"That is good to hear. I am glad to have a friendly acquaintance, especially one so different from myself."
He creates a tea set, complete with tea, from a small wooden button from his cloak.
"Now, I have an interesting development. That god of Liberation, as they call themselves, despises me, as does the god of Magic. I was not aware of this until very recently."
“What are you going to do about it?”
"... I'm not sure. I certainly won't resort to violence unless this escalates far beyond what I predict. Talking to them is what got me into this... maybe I need some help, but I don't ant to drag anyone into this, especially someone that I like."
“I am more than willing to help.”
"I wouldn't want you to jeopardize your friendship with them on my account, but maybe that's just the fear talking. You are very eloquent, and you may be able to explain to them why it is that I do what I do. My domain seems to be their primary issue, as monsters and fear are often difficult to appreciate, especially when you don't fully understand them."
He clears his "throat."
"Sorry, I got sidetracked. I would love your help as long as you feel that it would not inconvenience you too greatly."
“It wouldn’t. I’ll try to talk to them.”
"I cannot thank you enough. I will do what I can to repay you, but I happen to be short on gifts at the moment."
He sips his tea through his mask, then adds about six lumps of sugar.
"Are there any more pleasant subjects you would like to discuss? Anything would be better than talking about guilt and hatred."
“Would you like me to tell you about the magical tree and pond i just made?”
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"That is good to hear. I am glad to have a friendly acquaintance, especially one so different from myself."
He creates a tea set, complete with tea, from a small wooden button from his cloak.
"Now, I have an interesting development. That god of Liberation, as they call themselves, despises me, as does the god of Magic. I was not aware of this until very recently."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“What are you going to do about it?”
He opens his eyes and smiles. “Hi Ivis!”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*I can do the follower thing! Gimme a sec*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*k!!*
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)
A woman with short black hair with small braids in the fluffy mess of it approaches Ilheia cautiously. She wears clothes clearly styled for the desert, and her skin is a deep tan color. “Um.. hello.” She says quietly.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“How are you doing?”
"Good afternoon, miss!!" She flies in a swirl around her "You have nice hair!"
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)
"... I'm not sure. I certainly won't resort to violence unless this escalates far beyond what I predict. Talking to them is what got me into this... maybe I need some help, but I don't want to drag anyone into this, especially someone that I like."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I am more than willing to help.”
"I wouldn't want you to jeopardize your friendship with them on my account, but maybe that's just the fear talking. You are very eloquent, and you may be able to explain to them why it is that I do what I do. My domain seems to be their primary issue, as monsters and fear are often difficult to appreciate, especially when you don't fully understand them."
He clears his "throat."
"Sorry, I got sidetracked. I would love your help as long as you feel that it would not inconvenience you too greatly."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He takes a deep breath. “So I just.. have to endure it?”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
She looks down at her feet and nods. “You’re.. are you one of those gods?” She asks shyly. “Kilashi told us about you. Dreams are.. really pretty.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“Tired.” He says, sighing. “Nedari and I are a little worried about the Obelisks.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Old man mask: Yes.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Why?”
"I am!! May I see your dreams? Id love to experience all the pretty things you see!!"
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)
“It wouldn’t. I’ll try to talk to them.”
"I cannot thank you enough. I will do what I can to repay you, but I happen to be short on gifts at the moment."
He sips his tea through his mask, then adds about six lumps of sugar.
"Are there any more pleasant subjects you would like to discuss? Anything would be better than talking about guilt and hatred."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Would you like me to tell you about the magical tree and pond i just made?”