Zjadacz is sitting in the tavern, sitting next to his sleeping mother. She has had a couple extra drinks, so he's draped his pale cloak over her to keep her extra warm.
Zen looks over, wondering who they are. He walks over, but doesn't say anything.
Zjadacz has pure white skin and yellow eyes that hurt to look at. He looks very young, maybe about 19 or 20. His mother, who is obviously in her 50s at least, is missing an arm and is heavily bandaged. They both wear white, soft clothes with stitches so fine that they are barely visible.
Zjad looks up. "Hey there."
Zen, usually cold to anyone he doesn't know, feels a pang of sympathy. "I, um, wanted to know if the lady you're with is okay."
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Zjadacz is sitting in the tavern, sitting next to his sleeping mother. She has had a couple extra drinks, so he's draped his pale cloak over her to keep her extra warm.
Zen looks over, wondering who they are. He walks over, but doesn't say anything.
Zjadacz has pure white skin and yellow eyes that hurt to look at. He looks very young, maybe about 19 or 20. His mother, who is obviously in her 50s at least, is missing an arm and is heavily bandaged. They both wear white, soft clothes with stitches so fine that they are barely visible.
Zjad looks up. "Hey there."
Zen, usually cold to anyone he doesn't know, feels a pang of sympathy. "I, um, wanted to know if the lady you're with is okay."
"Yeah. She can't leave, though. Someone is after her. That's how she got hurt in the first place. It makes me so... angry that I couldn't protect her better."
Zjadacz is sitting in the tavern, sitting next to his sleeping mother. She has had a couple extra drinks, so he's draped his pale cloak over her to keep her extra warm.
Zen looks over, wondering who they are. He walks over, but doesn't say anything.
Zjadacz has pure white skin and yellow eyes that hurt to look at. He looks very young, maybe about 19 or 20. His mother, who is obviously in her 50s at least, is missing an arm and is heavily bandaged. They both wear white, soft clothes with stitches so fine that they are barely visible.
Zjad looks up. "Hey there."
Zen, usually cold to anyone he doesn't know, feels a pang of sympathy. "I, um, wanted to know if the lady you're with is okay."
"Yeah. She can't leave, though. Someone is after her. That's how she got hurt in the first place. It makes me so... angry that I couldn't protect her better."
"Oh. That's, um, understandable." He looks at her, feeling a little anger himself to whatever is after her. "What... happened?"
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Zen, usually cold to anyone he doesn't know, feels a pang of sympathy. "I, um, wanted to know if the lady you're with is okay."
"Yeah. She can't leave, though. Someone is after her. That's how she got hurt in the first place. It makes me so... angry that I couldn't protect her better."
"Oh. That's, um, understandable." He looks at her, feeling a little anger himself to whatever is after her. "What... happened?"
"That is a long story. My people are descendants of an ancient race called the Godeaters, and our culture venerates our ancestors. We believe that we are meant to live outside of the control of planar rulers. No Archfey, Demon Lord, Archdevil, Uvuudaum, God, or whatever is our leader. We lead ourselves, religiously. The problem arises when we perform rituals to separate ourselves from those rulers' influences. They don't like that. Priests, cultists, redcaps... they all hunt us. But some god, I don't know who, has sent someone far stronger than anyone we faced before to hunt us. As far as I know, me and my mother are the only ones of my people left on this plane. I was a teacher-in-training, and she was a cook.
We are not fighters. This isn't a war. This is genocide."
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Zen, usually cold to anyone he doesn't know, feels a pang of sympathy. "I, um, wanted to know if the lady you're with is okay."
"Yeah. She can't leave, though. Someone is after her. That's how she got hurt in the first place. It makes me so... angry that I couldn't protect her better."
"Oh. That's, um, understandable." He looks at her, feeling a little anger himself to whatever is after her. "What... happened?"
"That is a long story. My people are descendants of an ancient race called the Godeaters, and our culture venerates our ancestors. We believe that we are meant to live outside of the control of planar rulers. No Archfey, Demon Lord, Archdevil, Uvuudaum, God, or whatever is our leader. We lead ourselves, religiously. The problem arises when we perform rituals to separate ourselves from those rulers' influences. They don't like that. Priests, cultists, redcaps... they all hunt us. But some god, I don't know who, has sent someone far stronger than anyone we faced before to hunt us. As far as I know, me and my mother are the only ones of my people left on this plane. I was a teacher-in-training, and she was a cook.
We are not fighters. This isn't a war. This is genocide."
*That's so cool whoa, and works so well with Zen. Your backstories are awesome, as always*
"Its all stupid, they can all go to hell, or wherever a hellish place would be for them. They're all megalomaniacs, the lot of them, thinking they need to be worshiped." Zen states, with an almost Scottish accent. "I'm pretty sure you're safe here, or at least I hope."
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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."
"No need to thank me, Broken Eyes. I stabbed you. This is the least I could do. We might be cousins, after all."
"How old are you then. It could be the difference from cousins and nephew and uncle's."
"19. I, uh, was forced to grow up quickly."
"I am much older than you then. So perhaps a grandfather." It chuckled "I would not be surprised."
*That's so cool whoa, and works so well with Zen. Your backstories are awesome, as always*
"Its all stupid, they can all go to hell, or wherever a hellish place would be for them. They're all megalomaniacs, the lot of them, thinking they need to be worshiped." Zen states, with an almost Scottish accent. "I'm pretty sure you're safe here, or at least I hope."
*Thanks!*
"I've been setting up some wards around here to make things safer. Inside the tavern should be warm and peaceful, at least until someone digs up the bones I buried."
"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."
"No need to thank me, Broken Eyes. I stabbed you. This is the least I could do. We might be cousins, after all."
"How old are you then. It could be the difference from cousins and nephew and uncle's."
"19. I, uh, was forced to grow up quickly."
"I am much older than you then. So perhaps a grandfather." It chuckled "I would not be surprised."
"I don't think we're the same species. Same genus, possibly. The knife I wield was likely crafted by our closest relative, and it's older than written history!"
*That's so cool whoa, and works so well with Zen. Your backstories are awesome, as always*
"Its all stupid, they can all go to hell, or wherever a hellish place would be for them. They're all megalomaniacs, the lot of them, thinking they need to be worshiped." Zen states, with an almost Scottish accent. "I'm pretty sure you're safe here, or at least I hope."
*Thanks!*
"I've been setting up some wards around here to make things safer. Inside the tavern should be warm and peaceful, at least until someone digs up the bones I buried."
"You can make wards? Not doubting you as such, just, that [gp] takes time to learn, and you seem pretty young..."
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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.
"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."
"No need to thank me, Broken Eyes. I stabbed you. This is the least I could do. We might be cousins, after all."
"How old are you then. It could be the difference from cousins and nephew and uncle's."
"19. I, uh, was forced to grow up quickly."
"I am much older than you then. So perhaps a grandfather." It chuckled "I would not be surprised."
"I don't think we're the same species. Same genus, possibly. The knife I wield was likely crafted by our closest relative, and it's older than written history!"
It chuckled again "nonetheless I shall do my best to capture this entity that tracks you and your mother." It said.
"I've been setting up some wards around here to make things safer. Inside the tavern should be warm and peaceful, at least until someone digs up the bones I buried."
"You can make wards? Not doubting you as such, just, that [gp] takes time to learn, and you seem pretty young..."
"I have spent almost my entire life learning the history and magic of my people. The Godeaters grant me knowledge and power beyond my years. I was favored for my care and defiance, so I was chosen to take the role of the teacher's apprentice. That means I got to learn all the tricks of my people. Well, all that my Master could impart before we were attacked. Now I have to go one the Godeaters' teachings alone, which are esoteric and arcane beyond what I understand. Often, it results in me casting a spell I don't understand fully because the Godeaters thought it would be helpful in the moment."
Zen, usually cold to anyone he doesn't know, feels a pang of sympathy. "I, um, wanted to know if the lady you're with is okay."
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"It is vital."
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"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
Incredible! Sheela rolls onto her back, tongue out, maintaining eye contact with the clown.
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"...Okay then." Carl heads into the back, before coming back with a cage, draped in a cloth. "Care to head outside?"
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"Yeah. She can't leave, though. Someone is after her. That's how she got hurt in the first place. It makes me so... angry that I couldn't protect her better."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Only now does Pavano notice the clown, as they walk away. Their eyes grow a little wider, as they consider what happened.
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"Oh. That's, um, understandable." He looks at her, feeling a little anger himself to whatever is after her. "What... happened?"
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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.
*yo can i cut in?*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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*Sure! Be my guest*
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.
"That is a long story. My people are descendants of an ancient race called the Godeaters, and our culture venerates our ancestors. We believe that we are meant to live outside of the control of planar rulers. No Archfey, Demon Lord, Archdevil, Uvuudaum, God, or whatever is our leader. We lead ourselves, religiously. The problem arises when we perform rituals to separate ourselves from those rulers' influences. They don't like that. Priests, cultists, redcaps... they all hunt us. But some god, I don't know who, has sent someone far stronger than anyone we faced before to hunt us. As far as I know, me and my mother are the only ones of my people left on this plane. I was a teacher-in-training, and she was a cook.
We are not fighters. This isn't a war. This is genocide."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*i don't know what to do with that wow baal*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
*That's so cool whoa, and works so well with Zen. Your backstories are awesome, as always*
"Its all stupid, they can all go to hell, or wherever a hellish place would be for them. They're all megalomaniacs, the lot of them, thinking they need to be worshiped." Zen states, with an almost Scottish accent. "I'm pretty sure you're safe here, or at least I hope."
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'm sorry*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I am much older than you then. So perhaps a grandfather." It chuckled "I would not be surprised."
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
*Thanks!*
"I've been setting up some wards around here to make things safer. Inside the tavern should be warm and peaceful, at least until someone digs up the bones I buried."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I don't think we're the same species. Same genus, possibly. The knife I wield was likely crafted by our closest relative, and it's older than written history!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"You can make wards? Not doubting you as such, just, that [gp] takes time to learn, and you seem pretty young..."
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.
It chuckled again "nonetheless I shall do my best to capture this entity that tracks you and your mother." It said.
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 have spent almost my entire life learning the history and magic of my people. The Godeaters grant me knowledge and power beyond my years. I was favored for my care and defiance, so I was chosen to take the role of the teacher's apprentice. That means I got to learn all the tricks of my people. Well, all that my Master could impart before we were attacked. Now I have to go one the Godeaters' teachings alone, which are esoteric and arcane beyond what I understand. Often, it results in me casting a spell I don't understand fully because the Godeaters thought it would be helpful in the moment."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels