"You're a predator, aren't you? I can respect that. However, I need to care for my mother. She's hurt, and someone's coming for us. Do you have a taste for godly men, perchance?"
The woman's cries finally stop as she becomes still. A gravelly deep voice speaks to him in deep speech. "You have a knife that seems to slip past my defenses... I am listening to your offer."
As it talks, the body of the woman is suddenly pushed out from the top. "And it would be kind of you got me a new lure. This one has been decomposing rapidly it seems."
"Hmm... I can craft you an effigial lure. One that would attract the finest meals. The most deserving, in my opinion. How about a holy icon? Someone that any cleric or paladin would seek out. Could you change the aesthetics of your body to appear more... fiendish? That would sell it better."
"You're a predator, aren't you? I can respect that. However, I need to care for my mother. She's hurt, and someone's coming for us. Do you have a taste for godly men, perchance?"
The woman's cries finally stop as she becomes still. A gravelly deep voice speaks to him in deep speech. "You have a knife that seems to slip past my defenses... I am listening to your offer."
As it talks, the body of the woman is suddenly pushed out from the top. "And it would be kind of you got me a new lure. This one has been decomposing rapidly it seems."
"Hmm... I can craft you an effigial lure. One that would attract the finest meals. The most deserving, in my opinion. How about a holy icon? Someone that any cleric or paladin would seek out. Could you change the aesthetics of your body to appear more... fiendish? That would sell it better."
"Do whatever you think is best. After all, you are bringing me a meal, seems fitting to let you decide what would be worthy to catch it." It murmured. "I have no tasted a Holy God in awhile."
"Do whatever you think is best. After all, you are bringing me a meal, seems fitting to let you decide what would be worthy to catch it." It murmured. "I have not tasted a Holy God in awhile."
"Ah, a godeater. We seem to be aligned. How delightful!" The white-hooded man calmly opens his pack and begins to craft an effigy of bone, fat, and flayed skin. It looks terrifyingly realistic, even in its partially completed state. "Maybe you're even the same kind that created my people. That would be fun. I'll be sure to tell my mother about you. Would take her mind off her wounds while she recovers."
"Do whatever you think is best. After all, you are bringing me a meal, seems fitting to let you decide what would be worthy to catch it." It murmured. "I have not tasted a Holy God in awhile."
"Ah, a godeater. We seem to be aligned. How delightful!" The white-hooded man calmly opens his pack and begins to craft an effigy of bone, fat, and flayed skin. It looks terrifyingly realistic, even in its partially completed state. "Maybe you're even the same kind that created my people. That would be fun. I'll be sure to tell my mother about you. Would take her mind off her wounds while she recovers."
"If you are like me, then it seems we have evolved to be better at hunting. You appear to blend in amongst them rather than me, an old building. You must make your mother very proud." It rumbled.
"Ah, a godeater. We seem to be aligned. How delightful!" The white-hooded man calmly opens his pack and begins to craft an effigy of bone, fat, and flayed skin. It looks terrifyingly realistic, even in its partially completed state. "Maybe you're even the same kind that created my people. That would be fun. I'll be sure to tell my mother about you. Would take her mind off her wounds while she recovers."
"If you are like me, then it seems we have evolved to be better at hunting. You appear to blend in amongst them rather than me, an old building. You must make your mother very proud." It rumbled.
"We have sacrificed our power for the ability to blend in, though. It is through rite and ritual we survive. I am the last to carry our oral tradition of magic. The rest were killed by some holy assassin. He will make you a goodly meal, I hope." He puts glass eyes into his odd sculpture and dresses it in vestments. He stuffs fistfuls of holy symbols into its pockets. "There. Now, how do I get it up there?"
"Ah, a godeater. We seem to be aligned. How delightful!" The white-hooded man calmly opens his pack and begins to craft an effigy of bone, fat, and flayed skin. It looks terrifyingly realistic, even in its partially completed state. "Maybe you're even the same kind that created my people. That would be fun. I'll be sure to tell my mother about you. Would take her mind off her wounds while she recovers."
"If you are like me, then it seems we have evolved to be better at hunting. You appear to blend in amongst them rather than me, an old building. You must make your mother very proud." It rumbled.
"We have sacrificed our power for the ability to blend in, though. It is through rite and ritual we survive. I am the last to carry our oral tradition of magic. The rest were killed by some holy assassin. He will make you a goodly meal, I hope." He puts glass eyes into his odd sculpture and dresses it in vestments. He stuffs fistfuls of holy symbols into its pockets. "There. Now, how do I get it up there?"
On the side of the tower, steps begin to appear, spiralling upwards. "Forgive my breath when you get inside, the birds who used to pick my teeth clean have not been by in decades."
"Ah, a godeater. We seem to be aligned. How delightful!" The white-hooded man calmly opens his pack and begins to craft an effigy of bone, fat, and flayed skin. It looks terrifyingly realistic, even in its partially completed state. "Maybe you're even the same kind that created my people. That would be fun. I'll be sure to tell my mother about you. Would take her mind off her wounds while she recovers."
"If you are like me, then it seems we have evolved to be better at hunting. You appear to blend in amongst them rather than me, an old building. You must make your mother very proud." It rumbled.
"We have sacrificed our power for the ability to blend in, though. It is through rite and ritual we survive. I am the last to carry our oral tradition of magic. The rest were killed by some holy assassin. He will make you a goodly meal, I hope." He puts glass eyes into his odd sculpture and dresses it in vestments. He stuffs fistfuls of holy symbols into its pockets. "There. Now, how do I get it up there?"
On the side of the tower, steps begin to appear, spiralling upwards. "Forgive my breath when you get inside, the birds who used to pick my teeth clean have not been by in decades."
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"We have sacrificed our power for the ability to blend in, though. It is through rite and ritual we survive. I am the last to carry our oral tradition of magic. The rest were killed by some holy assassin. He will make you a goodly meal, I hope." He puts glass eyes into his odd sculpture and dresses it in vestments. He stuffs fistfuls of holy symbols into its pockets. "There. Now, how do I get it up there?"
On the side of the tower, steps begin to appear, spiralling upwards. "Forgive my breath when you get inside, the birds who used to pick my teeth clean have not been by in decades."
He starts to climb the steps. "I would not blame you for such things. I apologize for hurting you. I would pity you if I weren't simultaneously in awe and terror of you. I must admit, you are an incredible creature. I wish I still had my books. I might have learned about you from them." He manages to reach the top fairly quickly, despite the tower's height.
"We have sacrificed our power for the ability to blend in, though. It is through rite and ritual we survive. I am the last to carry our oral tradition of magic. The rest were killed by some holy assassin. He will make you a goodly meal, I hope." He puts glass eyes into his odd sculpture and dresses it in vestments. He stuffs fistfuls of holy symbols into its pockets. "There. Now, how do I get it up there?"
On the side of the tower, steps begin to appear, spiralling upwards. "Forgive my breath when you get inside, the birds who used to pick my teeth clean have not been by in decades."
He starts to climb the steps. "I would not blame you for such things. I apologize for hurting you. I would pity you if I weren't simultaneously in awe and terror of you. I must admit, you are an incredible creature. I wish I still had my books. I might have learned about you from them." He manages to reach the top fairly quickly, despite the tower's height.
It lets out a noise similar to a laugh. "I am not the hunter I once was. But those who want to be holy and good often fall for a trap with a crying maiden."
He starts to climb the steps. "I would not blame you for such things. I apologize for hurting you. I would pity you if I weren't simultaneously in awe and terror of you. I must admit, you are an incredible creature. I wish I still had my books. I might have learned about you from them." He manages to reach the top fairly quickly, despite the tower's height.
It lets out a noise similar to a laugh. "I am not the hunter I once was. But those who want to be holy and good often fall for a trap with a crying maiden."
"What about you? How to do you hunt?" It asked.
"Ah, I am not a hunter. My kind live in tribes called Pilgrimages. Or, they used to. I was a student of history and ritual. Nowadays I lure in the traitors and murderers who call themselves 'priests' and carve them up when my traps snap shut. My mother has been teaching me how to cook. She knows this wonderful recipe where you steam a paladin in their armor. The hard part is finding a place to do it where you won't be interrupted. Of course, with your tactics, you don't have to worry much about preparation."
He starts to climb the steps. "I would not blame you for such things. I apologize for hurting you. I would pity you if I weren't simultaneously in awe and terror of you. I must admit, you are an incredible creature. I wish I still had my books. I might have learned about you from them." He manages to reach the top fairly quickly, despite the tower's height.
It lets out a noise similar to a laugh. "I am not the hunter I once was. But those who want to be holy and good often fall for a trap with a crying maiden."
"What about you? How to do you hunt?" It asked.
"Ah, I am not a hunter. My kind live in tribes called Pilgrimages. Or, they used to. I was a student of history and ritual. Nowadays I lure in the traitors and murderers who call themselves 'priests' and carve them up when my traps snap shut. My mother has been teaching me how to cook. She knows this wonderful recipe where you steam a paladin in their armor. The hard part is finding a place to do it where you won't be interrupted. Of course, with your tactics, you don't have to worry much about preparation."
"interesting.." it says. As he steps inside, where a room would be is a giant mouth. Lines of humanoid teeth are lined on the walls. The breath smells like rotting flesh. Bugs skitter around, picking bits of bones and other things from between the teeth.
"Ah, I am not a hunter. My kind live in tribes called Pilgrimages. Or, they used to. I was a student of history and ritual. Nowadays I lure in the traitors and murderers who call themselves 'priests' and carve them up when my traps snap shut. My mother has been teaching me how to cook. She knows this wonderful recipe where you steam a paladin in their armor. The hard part is finding a place to do it where you won't be interrupted. Of course, with your tactics, you don't have to worry much about preparation."
"interesting.." it says. As he steps inside, where a room would be is a giant mouth. Lines of humanoid teeth are lined on the walls. The breath smells like rotting flesh. Bugs skitter around, picking bits of bones and other things from between the teeth.
"Once again, forgive the smell."
"I could build you some familiars to clean this up a bit. Maybe doves, to sell that illusion?" He chuckles as he places the effigy in the middle of the room.
"Ah, I am not a hunter. My kind live in tribes called Pilgrimages. Or, they used to. I was a student of history and ritual. Nowadays I lure in the traitors and murderers who call themselves 'priests' and carve them up when my traps snap shut. My mother has been teaching me how to cook. She knows this wonderful recipe where you steam a paladin in their armor. The hard part is finding a place to do it where you won't be interrupted. Of course, with your tactics, you don't have to worry much about preparation."
"interesting.." it says. As he steps inside, where a room would be is a giant mouth. Lines of humanoid teeth are lined on the walls. The breath smells like rotting flesh. Bugs skitter around, picking bits of bones and other things from between the teeth.
"Once again, forgive the smell."
"I could build you some familiars to clean this up a bit. Maybe doves, to sell that illusion?" He chuckles as he places the effigy in the middle of the room.
"That would be nice." It said as a large forked tongue appeared, like a hand, felt over the mimicry. "Interesting. A fusion of fats and bones."
"I could build you some familiars to clean this up a bit. Maybe doves, to sell that illusion?" He chuckles as he places the effigy in the middle of the room.
"That would be nice." It said as a large forked tongue appeared, like a hand, felt over the mimicry. "Interesting. A fusion of fats and bones."
"This is one of our oldest tricks. We wrap bones with glistening fat to make fake creatures. Animals were the first, fake offerings for the gods. Our needlework has only gotten better since then. If only needlework could save you from the wrath of the gods, eh?" He chuckles again, but humorlessly this time.
"Ah, I am not a hunter. My kind live in tribes called Pilgrimages. Or, they used to. I was a student of history and ritual. Nowadays I lure in the traitors and murderers who call themselves 'priests' and carve them up when my traps snap shut. My mother has been teaching me how to cook. She knows this wonderful recipe where you steam a paladin in their armor. The hard part is finding a place to do it where you won't be interrupted. Of course, with your tactics, you don't have to worry much about preparation."
"interesting.." it says. As he steps inside, where a room would be is a giant mouth. Lines of humanoid teeth are lined on the walls. The breath smells like rotting flesh. Bugs skitter around, picking bits of bones and other things from between the teeth.
"Once again, forgive the smell."
"I could build you some familiars to clean this up a bit. Maybe doves, to sell that illusion?" He chuckles as he places the effigy in the middle of the room.
"That would be nice." It said as a large forked tongue appeared, like a hand, felt over the mimicry. "Interesting. A fusion of fats and bones."
"This is one of our oldest tricks. We wrap bones with glistening fat to make fake creatures. Animals were the first, fake offerings for the gods. Our needlework has only gotten better since then. If only needlework could save you from the wrath of the gods, eh?" He chuckles again, but humorlessly this time.
It snorts as a hand forms and pats them on the head "You are a good one. You will go far."
"That would be nice." It said as a large forked tongue appeared, like a hand, felt over the mimicry. "Interesting. A fusion of fats and bones."
"This is one of our oldest tricks. We wrap bones with glistening fat to make fake creatures. Animals were the first, fake offerings for the gods. Our needlework has only gotten better since then. If only needlework could save you from the wrath of the gods, eh?" He chuckles again, but humorlessly this time.
It snorts as a hand forms and pats them on the head "You are a good one. You will go far."
"That would be nice." It said as a large forked tongue appeared, like a hand, felt over the mimicry. "Interesting. A fusion of fats and bones."
"This is one of our oldest tricks. We wrap bones with glistening fat to make fake creatures. Animals were the first, fake offerings for the gods. Our needlework has only gotten better since then. If only needlework could save you from the wrath of the gods, eh?" He chuckles again, but humorlessly this time.
It snorts as a hand forms and pats them on the head "You are a good one. You will go far."
"Thank you. Do you have a name? I am Zjadacz ."
"You may call me Broken Eyes for my full name is incredibly hard to pronounce for those who do not know the olden tongue language." It said "I thank you again."
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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"Hmm... I can craft you an effigial lure. One that would attract the finest meals. The most deserving, in my opinion. How about a holy icon? Someone that any cleric or paladin would seek out. Could you change the aesthetics of your body to appear more... fiendish? That would sell it better."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Do whatever you think is best. After all, you are bringing me a meal, seems fitting to let you decide what would be worthy to catch it." It murmured. "I have no tasted a Holy God in awhile."
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, a godeater. We seem to be aligned. How delightful!" The white-hooded man calmly opens his pack and begins to craft an effigy of bone, fat, and flayed skin. It looks terrifyingly realistic, even in its partially completed state. "Maybe you're even the same kind that created my people. That would be fun. I'll be sure to tell my mother about you. Would take her mind off her wounds while she recovers."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"If you are like me, then it seems we have evolved to be better at hunting. You appear to blend in amongst them rather than me, an old building. You must make your mother very proud." It rumbled.
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
"We have sacrificed our power for the ability to blend in, though. It is through rite and ritual we survive. I am the last to carry our oral tradition of magic. The rest were killed by some holy assassin. He will make you a goodly meal, I hope." He puts glass eyes into his odd sculpture and dresses it in vestments. He stuffs fistfuls of holy symbols into its pockets. "There. Now, how do I get it up there?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
On the side of the tower, steps begin to appear, spiralling upwards. "Forgive my breath when you get inside, the birds who used to pick my teeth clean have not been by in decades."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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He starts to climb the steps. "I would not blame you for such things. I apologize for hurting you. I would pity you if I weren't simultaneously in awe and terror of you. I must admit, you are an incredible creature. I wish I still had my books. I might have learned about you from them." He manages to reach the top fairly quickly, despite the tower's height.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It lets out a noise similar to a laugh. "I am not the hunter I once was. But those who want to be holy and good often fall for a trap with a crying maiden."
"What about you? How to do you hunt?" It asked.
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, I am not a hunter. My kind live in tribes called Pilgrimages. Or, they used to. I was a student of history and ritual. Nowadays I lure in the traitors and murderers who call themselves 'priests' and carve them up when my traps snap shut. My mother has been teaching me how to cook. She knows this wonderful recipe where you steam a paladin in their armor. The hard part is finding a place to do it where you won't be interrupted. Of course, with your tactics, you don't have to worry much about preparation."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"interesting.." it says. As he steps inside, where a room would be is a giant mouth. Lines of humanoid teeth are lined on the walls. The breath smells like rotting flesh. Bugs skitter around, picking bits of bones and other things from between the teeth.
"Once again, forgive the smell."
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
*Hey! After I've got back to everything else I might actually be able to rp*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"I could build you some familiars to clean this up a bit. Maybe doves, to sell that illusion?" He chuckles as he places the effigy in the middle of the room.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*WOAH!!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"That would be nice." It said as a large forked tongue appeared, like a hand, felt over the mimicry. "Interesting. A fusion of fats and bones."
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
"This is one of our oldest tricks. We wrap bones with glistening fat to make fake creatures. Animals were the first, fake offerings for the gods. Our needlework has only gotten better since then. If only needlework could save you from the wrath of the gods, eh?" He chuckles again, but humorlessly this time.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It snorts as a hand forms and pats them on the head "You are a good one. You will go far."
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
"Thank you. Do you have a name? I am Zjadacz."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Bubbles, this silly little space clown, just decides to spy on this ENTIRE conversation, Of course while eating popcorn.
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"You may call me Broken Eyes for my full name is incredibly hard to pronounce for those who do not know the olden tongue language." It said "I thank you again."
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