*Welp. I'm tired and turning in for the night so I'll just leave with this.*
Morgana yawns a bit and rubs her pearl-white eyes. She curls up at the base of the tree happily. Her stag companions lay down beside her, snuggling up to their creator. Morgana holds a hand to her stomach and smiles again, whispering quietly to herself, before falling asleep.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Welp. I'm tired and turning in for the night so I'll just leave with this.*
Morgana yawns a bit and rubs her pearl-white eyes. She curls up at the base of the tree happily. Her stag companions lay down beside her, snuggling up to their creator. Morgana holds a hand to her stomach and smiles again, whispering quietly to herself, before falling asleep.
A small child appears next to the oasis, seemingly out of nowhere. There is a glint in his eye as he looks about him, sun beaming down on his rust red curls, and he makes his way over to the nearest human he sees. Anyone nearby will see him whisper something into the person's ear. He then skips off towards the other gods, grinning as a vicious fight breaks out behind him.
This is Lark, chaotic neutral demigod of the Trickery domain, enjoyer of all things mischievous.
Koszmar watches the fight with interest, hoping that someone will die, granting him his first corpse.
Eventually, he turns his eyes away from the fight and toward Lark, who he bows to.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Welp. I'm tired and turning in for the night so I'll just leave with this.*
Morgana yawns a bit and rubs her pearl-white eyes. She curls up at the base of the tree happily. Her stag companions lay down beside her, snuggling up to their creator. Morgana holds a hand to her stomach and smiles again, whispering quietly to herself, before falling asleep.
*Good night, Lawrence!*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Welp. I'm tired and turning in for the night so I'll just leave with this.*
Morgana yawns a bit and rubs her pearl-white eyes. She curls up at the base of the tree happily. Her stag companions lay down beside her, snuggling up to their creator. Morgana holds a hand to her stomach and smiles again, whispering quietly to herself, before falling asleep.
*night!*
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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
A small child appears next to the oasis, seemingly out of nowhere. There is a glint in his eye as he looks about him, sun beaming down on his rust red curls, and he makes his way over to the nearest human he sees. Anyone nearby will see him whisper something into the person's ear. He then skips off towards the other gods, grinning as a vicious fight breaks out behind him.
This is Lark, chaotic neutral demigod of the Trickery domain, enjoyer of all things mischievous.
Koszmar watches the fight with interest, hoping that someone will die, granting him his first corpse.
Eventually, he turns his eyes away from the fight and toward Lark, who he bows to.
Lark pulls a face as Koszmar bows, restoring his expression to a somewhat respectful one as Koszmar straightens up. "Howd'ya do? I'm Lark!" He spits on his hand, before offering it for a shake.
A small child appears next to the oasis, seemingly out of nowhere. There is a glint in his eye as he looks about him, sun beaming down on his rust red curls, and he makes his way over to the nearest human he sees. Anyone nearby will see him whisper something into the person's ear. He then skips off towards the other gods, grinning as a vicious fight breaks out behind him.
This is Lark, chaotic neutral demigod of the Trickery domain, enjoyer of all things mischievous.
Xeem’fwel’che walks over to him, looking befuddled, and says, “What was that? What did you tell that human?”
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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
A small child appears next to the oasis, seemingly out of nowhere. There is a glint in his eye as he looks about him, sun beaming down on his rust red curls, and he makes his way over to the nearest human he sees. Anyone nearby will see him whisper something into the person's ear. He then skips off towards the other gods, grinning as a vicious fight breaks out behind him.
This is Lark, chaotic neutral demigod of the Trickery domain, enjoyer of all things mischievous.
Xeem’fwel’che walks over to him, looking befuddled, and says, “What was that? What did you tell that human?”
"Oh, nothin really. Just that the man next to him was the one who killed his brother."
A small child appears next to the oasis, seemingly out of nowhere. There is a glint in his eye as he looks about him, sun beaming down on his rust red curls, and he makes his way over to the nearest human he sees. Anyone nearby will see him whisper something into the person's ear. He then skips off towards the other gods, grinning as a vicious fight breaks out behind him.
This is Lark, chaotic neutral demigod of the Trickery domain, enjoyer of all things mischievous.
Xeem’fwel’che walks over to him, looking befuddled, and says, “What was that? What did you tell that human?”
"Oh, nothin really. Just that the man next to him was the one who killed his brother."
“Oh, well that was rude of him. You should kill him.”
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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
A small child appears next to the oasis, seemingly out of nowhere. There is a glint in his eye as he looks about him, sun beaming down on his rust red curls, and he makes his way over to the nearest human he sees. Anyone nearby will see him whisper something into the person's ear. He then skips off towards the other gods, grinning as a vicious fight breaks out behind him.
This is Lark, chaotic neutral demigod of the Trickery domain, enjoyer of all things mischievous.
Koszmar watches the fight with interest, hoping that someone will die, granting him his first corpse.
Eventually, he turns his eyes away from the fight and toward Lark, who he bows to.
Lark pulls a face as Koszmar bows, restoring his expression to a somewhat respectful one as Koszmar straightens up. "Howd'ya do? I'm Lark!" He spits on his hand, before offering it for a shake.
Koszmar politely declines. "Please be polite. Eventually, even you will be in the underworld. It would be a shame if you wound up in an unmarked grave out in the woods."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A small child appears next to the oasis, seemingly out of nowhere. There is a glint in his eye as he looks about him, sun beaming down on his rust red curls, and he makes his way over to the nearest human he sees. Anyone nearby will see him whisper something into the person's ear. He then skips off towards the other gods, grinning as a vicious fight breaks out behind him.
This is Lark, chaotic neutral demigod of the Trickery domain, enjoyer of all things mischievous.
Xeem’fwel’che walks over to him, looking befuddled, and says, “What was that? What did you tell that human?”
"Oh, nothin really. Just that the man next to him was the one who killed his brother."
“Oh, well that was rude of him. You should kill him.”
"That guy looks like he'll do that for himself anyway. Besides, it wasn't true."
“Gain their trust, build a great civilization and let these people thrive. What say you we join forces, and lead them together?”
"A brilliant idea. Together, we could... well, necromancy sounds like a thought."
“It does indeed. As long as it doesn’t scare the people, I’d love to help in any way I can!”
"They need only a taste of fear, but... I just realized that we don't have any bodies yet. How droll."
“What do you mean we don’t have bodies? Isn’t this a body?”
"Corpses is what I mean. No one has died yet. However, Morgana has told me that she is to die soon. That presents an interesting opportunity."
“I don’t want her to die, she seems nice. Although I suppose if she dies we can resurrect her…”
"By certain definitions of resurrect, yes."
“What do you mean?”
"To truly bring back a goddess... I know the laws of death, and I don't believe it to be possible. As an undead being, however, is a possibility, although that would likely be against her wishes. My suggestion is to use her flesh, skin, and bones to make a piece of art. Something magical that she would be proud to be a part of."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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"Corpses is what I mean. No one has died yet. However, Morgana has told me that she is to die soon. That presents an interesting opportunity."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Welp. I'm tired and turning in for the night so I'll just leave with this.*
Morgana yawns a bit and rubs her pearl-white eyes. She curls up at the base of the tree happily. Her stag companions lay down beside her, snuggling up to their creator. Morgana holds a hand to her stomach and smiles again, whispering quietly to herself, before falling asleep.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Hmmph, I'm makeing a flying machine "
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Goodnight Lawrence!*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Koszmar watches the fight with interest, hoping that someone will die, granting him his first corpse.
Eventually, he turns his eyes away from the fight and toward Lark, who he bows to.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Good night, Lawrence!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*yay! i have like several hours at night to think so fun!*
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*night!*
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“I don’t want her to die, she seems nice. Although I suppose if she dies we can resurrect her…”
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Galax has almost finished his flying machine
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Lark pulls a face as Koszmar bows, restoring his expression to a somewhat respectful one as Koszmar straightens up. "Howd'ya do? I'm Lark!" He spits on his hand, before offering it for a shake.
Xeem’fwel’che walks over to him, looking befuddled, and says, “What was that? What did you tell that human?”
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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
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"By certain definitions of resurrect, yes."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh, nothin really. Just that the man next to him was the one who killed his brother."
“Oh, well that was rude of him. You should kill him.”
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
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“What do you mean?”
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Xeem’fwel’che walks over to him and says: “What’s that?”
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Koszmar politely declines. "Please be polite. Eventually, even you will be in the underworld. It would be a shame if you wound up in an unmarked grave out in the woods."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"That guy looks like he'll do that for himself anyway. Besides, it wasn't true."
"To truly bring back a goddess... I know the laws of death, and I don't believe it to be possible. As an undead being, however, is a possibility, although that would likely be against her wishes. My suggestion is to use her flesh, skin, and bones to make a piece of art. Something magical that she would be proud to be a part of."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.