"Sun-high? I've never heard that term before. Then again, I've never seen the sun 'til I came here!" He laughs and pats Donn on the back.
Guanchali jolts. "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to wake you! You looked so cozy and blessed, sleeping like that, and I simply wished to capture the moment!"
Donn chuckles "I've only been in the shadows... then again, I suppose my language is about fifth century." It said and stared at the fire once more "How are you fairing?"
Tidus chuckles and closes its eyes again "You may continue, I am still tired." he says and fans his wings.
"Very well. I brought you a present, in fact." He reaches into his coat and produces a candelabra with three black candles. "These candles absorb light around them. You can light them and carry them through brightly lit areas. The more are lit, the darker it will be. I thought you might like one. Now, how are you doing?"
Guanchali nods and continues drawing. "You must be a blessed being to have such a form..."
"Sun-high? I've never heard that term before. Then again, I've never seen the sun 'til I came here!" He laughs and pats Donn on the back.
Guanchali jolts. "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to wake you! You looked so cozy and blessed, sleeping like that, and I simply wished to capture the moment!"
Donn chuckles "I've only been in the shadows... then again, I suppose my language is about fifth century." It said and stared at the fire once more "How are you fairing?"
Tidus chuckles and closes its eyes again "You may continue, I am still tired." he says and fans his wings.
"Very well. I brought you a present, in fact." He reaches into his coat and produces a candelabra with three black candles. "These candles absorb light around them. You can light them and carry them through brightly lit areas. The more are lit, the darker it will be. I thought you might like one. Now, how are you doing?"
Guanchali nods and continues drawing. "You must be a blessed being to have such a form..."
Donn takes it, examining it quietly before making a little noise of content "I adore it... Thank you." It produces a small pouch that, when it opens it, its quiet bigger on the inside. He places it in the bag. It digs around in the bag for a moment before pulling out a small, bone carved whistle. "Tis for you. I make little things and I decided to let you have this one. When you blow in it.." It brings it to its lips and blows. The melody is not one you would expect, shrill and harsh, but rather soft and gentle. Little centipedes begin to appear from the dirt and grass, attracted to the sound. "It summons centipedes to your aid."
"Heh, some could say. I am a servant of the God of Courage and Self Sacrifice, Torm. Truly a nice god." Tidus meows kindly.
*I am returned from class! I am become God if the bards irl and do dnd here >:D*
The shrinekeeper is sitting outside their shrine, still pondering the interaction from yesterday
Ozzy js eating breakfast while drawing something in his sketchbook
Abigail is unconscious in an alley,
Siven is making noises, trying to emulate actual words but failing
He feels a tap on his head and the same voice from yesterday. "Quite rude to slap paper on people."
Pae see's this and walks over, picking her up. "Hey? You awake?... I guess not, after all, your unconscious."
Kelipso and Gordon are watching her, Kelipso seems more happy about it.
"Its rude to pick people up without warning. You're just lucky it wasn't a talisman slip" He says, looking up
They are covered in stab wounds and cuts, though a few have been healed, light scars left behind that'll fade away eventually
She especially seems to enjoy music, not able to sing but can reach most notes in a song, kinda like achapella
The voice chuckles "I was simply proving a point to you." It sits behind him and messes with his hair.
Pae walks over to the tavern, talking to herself the entire time. "You must live in here huh? Nice place I have to say. Not my style though, I like living outdoors and in tree's. People say I look like a hawk because of it."
*I am returned from class! I am become God if the bards irl and do dnd here >:D*
The shrinekeeper is sitting outside their shrine, still pondering the interaction from yesterday
Ozzy js eating breakfast while drawing something in his sketchbook
Abigail is unconscious in an alley,
Siven is making noises, trying to emulate actual words but failing
He feels a tap on his head and the same voice from yesterday. "Quite rude to slap paper on people."
Pae see's this and walks over, picking her up. "Hey? You awake?... I guess not, after all, your unconscious."
Kelipso and Gordon are watching her, Kelipso seems more happy about it.
"Its rude to pick people up without warning. You're just lucky it wasn't a talisman slip" He says, looking up
They are covered in stab wounds and cuts, though a few have been healed, light scars left behind that'll fade away eventually
She especially seems to enjoy music, not able to sing but can reach most notes in a song, kinda like achapella
The voice chuckles "I was simply proving a point to you." It sits behind him and messes with his hair.
Pae walks over to the tavern, talking to herself the entire time. "You must live in here huh? Nice place I have to say. Not my style though, I like living outdoors and in tree's. People say I look like a hawk because of it."
Kelipso chuckles "Do you like singing?" he askes.
They huff, trying to ignore then messing with his hair, "How does that prove a point."
Silence, because she's unconscious, but maybe she'll wake up on the way
She nods, patting her legs like drums and making a high pitched note
*I am returned from class! I am become God if the bards irl and do dnd here >:D*
The shrinekeeper is sitting outside their shrine, still pondering the interaction from yesterday
Ozzy js eating breakfast while drawing something in his sketchbook
Abigail is unconscious in an alley,
Siven is making noises, trying to emulate actual words but failing
He feels a tap on his head and the same voice from yesterday. "Quite rude to slap paper on people."
Pae see's this and walks over, picking her up. "Hey? You awake?... I guess not, after all, your unconscious."
Kelipso and Gordon are watching her, Kelipso seems more happy about it.
"Its rude to pick people up without warning. You're just lucky it wasn't a talisman slip" He says, looking up
They are covered in stab wounds and cuts, though a few have been healed, light scars left behind that'll fade away eventually
She especially seems to enjoy music, not able to sing but can reach most notes in a song, kinda like achapella
The voice chuckles "I was simply proving a point to you." It sits behind him and messes with his hair.
Pae walks over to the tavern, talking to herself the entire time. "You must live in here huh? Nice place I have to say. Not my style though, I like living outdoors and in tree's. People say I look like a hawk because of it."
Kelipso chuckles "Do you like singing?" he askes.
They huff, trying to ignore then messing with his hair, "How does that prove a point."
Silence, because she's unconscious, but maybe she'll wake up on the way
She nods, patting her legs like drums and making a high pitched note
"That you are weak" It says and chuckles "That you don't have an ounce of strength to your name"
Pae sits her down on a sofa and smiles "there ya go. All cozy now."
He chuckles and pulls out his Lute, handing it her. "You can try this if you would like."
*I am returned from class! I am become God if the bards irl and do dnd here >:D*
The shrinekeeper is sitting outside their shrine, still pondering the interaction from yesterday
Ozzy js eating breakfast while drawing something in his sketchbook
Abigail is unconscious in an alley,
Siven is making noises, trying to emulate actual words but failing
He feels a tap on his head and the same voice from yesterday. "Quite rude to slap paper on people."
Pae see's this and walks over, picking her up. "Hey? You awake?... I guess not, after all, your unconscious."
Kelipso and Gordon are watching her, Kelipso seems more happy about it.
"Its rude to pick people up without warning. You're just lucky it wasn't a talisman slip" He says, looking up
They are covered in stab wounds and cuts, though a few have been healed, light scars left behind that'll fade away eventually
She especially seems to enjoy music, not able to sing but can reach most notes in a song, kinda like achapella
The voice chuckles "I was simply proving a point to you." It sits behind him and messes with his hair.
Pae walks over to the tavern, talking to herself the entire time. "You must live in here huh? Nice place I have to say. Not my style though, I like living outdoors and in tree's. People say I look like a hawk because of it."
Kelipso chuckles "Do you like singing?" he askes.
They huff, trying to ignore then messing with his hair, "How does that prove a point."
Silence, because she's unconscious, but maybe she'll wake up on the way
She nods, patting her legs like drums and making a high pitched note
"That you are weak" It says and chuckles "That you don't have an ounce of strength to your name"
Pae sits her down on a sofa and smiles "there ya go. All cozy now."
He chuckles and pulls out his Lute, handing it her. "You can try this if you would like."
"Physical strength isn't everything. I have spiritual power" They say confidently
She stirs a little as she's set down, "W-wha"
Siven takes the lute, curiously strumming the strings
*I am returned from class! I am become God if the bards irl and do dnd here >:D*
The shrinekeeper is sitting outside their shrine, still pondering the interaction from yesterday
Ozzy js eating breakfast while drawing something in his sketchbook
Abigail is unconscious in an alley,
Siven is making noises, trying to emulate actual words but failing
He feels a tap on his head and the same voice from yesterday. "Quite rude to slap paper on people."
Pae see's this and walks over, picking her up. "Hey? You awake?... I guess not, after all, your unconscious."
Kelipso and Gordon are watching her, Kelipso seems more happy about it.
"Its rude to pick people up without warning. You're just lucky it wasn't a talisman slip" He says, looking up
They are covered in stab wounds and cuts, though a few have been healed, light scars left behind that'll fade away eventually
She especially seems to enjoy music, not able to sing but can reach most notes in a song, kinda like achapella
The voice chuckles "I was simply proving a point to you." It sits behind him and messes with his hair.
Pae walks over to the tavern, talking to herself the entire time. "You must live in here huh? Nice place I have to say. Not my style though, I like living outdoors and in tree's. People say I look like a hawk because of it."
Kelipso chuckles "Do you like singing?" he askes.
They huff, trying to ignore then messing with his hair, "How does that prove a point."
Silence, because she's unconscious, but maybe she'll wake up on the way
She nods, patting her legs like drums and making a high pitched note
"That you are weak" It says and chuckles "That you don't have an ounce of strength to your name"
Pae sits her down on a sofa and smiles "there ya go. All cozy now."
He chuckles and pulls out his Lute, handing it her. "You can try this if you would like."
"Physical strength isn't everything. I have spiritual power" They say confidently
She stirs a little as she's set down, "W-wha"
Siven takes the lute, curiously strumming the strings
"So you say." It says with a chuckle.
"Oh! Good Morning! I found you outside on the street and carried you back here!" Pae said, beaming.
Donn takes it, examining it quietly before making a little noise of content "I adore it... Thank you." It produces a small pouch that, when it opens it, its quiet bigger on the inside. He places it in the bag. It digs around in the bag for a moment before pulling out a small, bone carved whistle. "Tis for you. I make little things and I decided to let you have this one. When you blow in it.." It brings it to its lips and blows. The melody is not one you would expect, shrill and harsh, but rather soft and gentle. Little centipedes begin to appear from the dirt and grass, attracted to the sound. "It summons centipedes to your aid."
"Heh, some could say. I am a servant of the God of Courage and Self Sacrifice, Torm. Truly a nice god." Tidus meows kindly.
"Ah! Centipedes! I've always had a fondness for the little things." He hangs the whistle from a buttonhole on his coat.
"I don't worship any gods, but that sounds like one of the better ones." Guanchali nods.
Donn takes it, examining it quietly before making a little noise of content "I adore it... Thank you." It produces a small pouch that, when it opens it, its quiet bigger on the inside. He places it in the bag. It digs around in the bag for a moment before pulling out a small, bone carved whistle. "Tis for you. I make little things and I decided to let you have this one. When you blow in it.." It brings it to its lips and blows. The melody is not one you would expect, shrill and harsh, but rather soft and gentle. Little centipedes begin to appear from the dirt and grass, attracted to the sound. "It summons centipedes to your aid."
"Heh, some could say. I am a servant of the God of Courage and Self Sacrifice, Torm. Truly a nice god." Tidus meows kindly.
"Ah! Centipedes! I've always had a fondness for the little things." He hangs the whistle from a buttonhole on his coat.
"I don't worship any gods, but that sounds like one of the better ones." Guanchali nods.
"Then you are most welcome." It gives a sweeping bow, smiling a bit.
"I would like to believe so but everyone has their own opinions." He meows.
"Ah! Centipedes! I've always had a fondness for the little things." He hangs the whistle from a buttonhole on his coat.
"I don't worship any gods, but that sounds like one of the better ones." Guanchali nods.
"Then you are most welcome." It gives a sweeping bow, smiling a bit.
"I would like to believe so but everyone has their own opinions." He meows.
Egregore gently pulls Donn up from the bow and puts his claws on its shoulders. "You still haven't told me how you're feeling today."
"I won't bore you with my religious beliefs, but I will say that while gods aren't a part of it, I still respect deities and their... what would you call them? Minion isn't a very nice term, nor very accurate in this case, but follower doesn't really encompass all that I refer to..."
"Ah! Centipedes! I've always had a fondness for the little things." He hangs the whistle from a buttonhole on his coat.
"I don't worship any gods, but that sounds like one of the better ones." Guanchali nods.
"Then you are most welcome." It gives a sweeping bow, smiling a bit.
"I would like to believe so but everyone has their own opinions." He meows.
Egregore gently pulls Donn up from the bow and puts his claws on its shoulders. "You still haven't told me how you're feeling today."
"I won't bore you with my religious beliefs, but I will say that while gods aren't a part of it, I still respect deities and their... what would you call them? Minion isn't a very nice term, nor very accurate in this case, but follower doesn't really encompass all that I refer to..."
"Mn.. I was trying to avoid that question." It stares back at the fire "Three of my people were killed for simply going into town. People are afraid of them.." It clawed hand gripped a bit tighter on the pitchfork.
"We call ourselves Choirs." He said with a chuckle "But servants and followers feel a bit better than minions I suppose" He twitches his whiskers.
*I’m back! I keep forgetting to ask what ozzy looks like.*
*ozzy has short black hair and bright green eyes, and his 9utfit tends to shift around. One of his eyes is a mechanical sphere, and his legs as you know are prosthetics aswell*
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
To post a comment, please login or register a new account.
*anyways, how is everyone?*
He feels a tap on his head and the same voice from yesterday. "Quite rude to slap paper on people."
Pae see's this and walks over, picking her up. "Hey? You awake?... I guess not, after all, your unconscious."
Kelipso and Gordon are watching her, Kelipso seems more happy about 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
"Very well. I brought you a present, in fact." He reaches into his coat and produces a candelabra with three black candles. "These candles absorb light around them. You can light them and carry them through brightly lit areas. The more are lit, the darker it will be. I thought you might like one. Now, how are you doing?"
Guanchali nods and continues drawing. "You must be a blessed being to have such a form..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Its rude to pick people up without warning. You're just lucky it wasn't a talisman slip" He says, looking up
They are covered in stab wounds and cuts, though a few have been healed, light scars left behind that'll fade away eventually
She especially seems to enjoy music, not able to sing but can reach most notes in a song, kinda like achapella
Donn takes it, examining it quietly before making a little noise of content "I adore it... Thank you." It produces a small pouch that, when it opens it, its quiet bigger on the inside. He places it in the bag. It digs around in the bag for a moment before pulling out a small, bone carved whistle. "Tis for you. I make little things and I decided to let you have this one. When you blow in it.." It brings it to its lips and blows. The melody is not one you would expect, shrill and harsh, but rather soft and gentle. Little centipedes begin to appear from the dirt and grass, attracted to the sound. "It summons centipedes to your aid."
"Heh, some could say. I am a servant of the God of Courage and Self Sacrifice, Torm. Truly a nice god." Tidus meows kindly.
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
The voice chuckles "I was simply proving a point to you." It sits behind him and messes with his hair.
Pae walks over to the tavern, talking to herself the entire time. "You must live in here huh? Nice place I have to say. Not my style though, I like living outdoors and in tree's. People say I look like a hawk because of it."
Kelipso chuckles "Do you like singing?" he askes.
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 huff, trying to ignore then messing with his hair, "How does that prove a point."
Silence, because she's unconscious, but maybe she'll wake up on the way
She nods, patting her legs like drums and making a high pitched note
"That you are weak" It says and chuckles "That you don't have an ounce of strength to your name"
Pae sits her down on a sofa and smiles "there ya go. All cozy now."
He chuckles and pulls out his Lute, handing it her. "You can try this if you would like."
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
"Physical strength isn't everything. I have spiritual power" They say confidently
She stirs a little as she's set down, "W-wha"
Siven takes the lute, curiously strumming the strings
"So you say." It says with a chuckle.
"Oh! Good Morning! I found you outside on the street and carried you back here!" Pae said, beaming.
Kelipso watches her, Gordon tilts his head.
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
"Ah! Centipedes! I've always had a fondness for the little things." He hangs the whistle from a buttonhole on his coat.
"I don't worship any gods, but that sounds like one of the better ones." Guanchali nods.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Its true!" He says, "I'm a shrinekeeper for a reason"
"Mmmgh, thanks?" She says, rubbing her head
She definatly doesn't know how to play the lute. But she does like the sounds it makes
"Then you are most welcome." It gives a sweeping bow, smiling a bit.
"I would like to believe so but everyone has their own opinions." He meows.
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’m back! I keep forgetting to ask what ozzy looks like.*
She/Her | Femboy Nerd
Moderator for the The 2 Story Tavern and Return of The Spider Guild
~Extended Signature~
Devilishly Cute
It chuckles for a second, sounding like its stifling itself. "Ahhh, the words you speak so freely without knowing what they really mean."
"You're welcome" She said and beamed again.
He chuckles "Would you like if I made you one?"
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
Egregore gently pulls Donn up from the bow and puts his claws on its shoulders. "You still haven't told me how you're feeling today."
"I won't bore you with my religious beliefs, but I will say that while gods aren't a part of it, I still respect deities and their... what would you call them? Minion isn't a very nice term, nor very accurate in this case, but follower doesn't really encompass all that I refer to..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He crosses his arms, "I know what I'm meaning."
She winces as she sits up, still littered with cuts
She shakes her head and then mimes a flute
"Mn.. I was trying to avoid that question." It stares back at the fire "Three of my people were killed for simply going into town. People are afraid of them.." It clawed hand gripped a bit tighter on the pitchfork.
"We call ourselves Choirs." He said with a chuckle "But servants and followers feel a bit better than minions I suppose" He twitches his whiskers.
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
"Are you completely sure?" It whispered in his ear and chuckled.
"Do you need any healing?" She asked kindly, tilting her head.
"I think I can get one of those fashioned for you." He chuckles.
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
*ozzy has short black hair and bright green eyes, and his 9utfit tends to shift around. One of his eyes is a mechanical sphere, and his legs as you know are prosthetics aswell*