He looks up. "It's an artifact. Probably thousands of years old. Made of the inedible parts of various planar rulers. Couple Archfey and a demon lord, I think it has a god's rib in there too."
"...Please let me interview you."
"Sure. Just tell me if anyone tries to go into room 13 while we're talking. Someone's gonna try that, and I gotta make sure it's who I think it is. Then the knife comes into play."
"O-oh, sure." She looks around, as if expecting to see said person. "so, um, what's your name?"
"Zjadacz. It's a sacred name for my people."
She notes that down on her notepad. "You said that knife is made of gods and archfeys and things... where did you get it?"
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Oswald walks over, his gait as uncaring as always. "The problem is magic."
"Mn?" She looks up, tilting her head "What do you mean?"
"You're using magic to heal cursed wounds, right?" He tosses her a small, rust-colored bottle. "It'll cleanse the curse. It'll hurt like hell, though."
"These are from Tatiana Oswald. It won't work.." She said and ran her hands through her hair, taking a deep breath.
"What, did she use the wish spell? Don't doubt my craftsmanship. This stuff is the strongest antimagic solution I could make."
*Cool! Those scores seem pretty high for her CR, though.*
(Yeah, gotta change that a bit.)
She sighs and drinks it back. "There."
As he said, it burns like hell and tastes like gravel. It feels like her entire body is on fire, igniting from the inside. Black smoke pours from her wounds, followed by fresh blood. She won't be able to cast any spells for 10 minutes, but the curse is gone. Or, at least, suppressed for the duration. Impossible to tell at this point.
"I brought some salve with me. It should work while you can't just cast Heal every couple seconds."
Oswald walks over, his gait as uncaring as always. "The problem is magic."
"Mn?" She looks up, tilting her head "What do you mean?"
"You're using magic to heal cursed wounds, right?" He tosses her a small, rust-colored bottle. "It'll cleanse the curse. It'll hurt like hell, though."
"These are from Tatiana Oswald. It won't work.." She said and ran her hands through her hair, taking a deep breath.
"What, did she use the wish spell? Don't doubt my craftsmanship. This stuff is the strongest antimagic solution I could make."
*Cool! Those scores seem pretty high for her CR, though.*
(Yeah, gotta change that a bit.)
She sighs and drinks it back. "There."
As he said, it burns like hell and tastes like gravel. It feels like her entire body is on fire, igniting from the inside. Black smoke pours from her wounds, followed by fresh blood. She won't be able to cast any spells for 10 minutes, but the curse is gone. Or, at least, suppressed for the duration. Impossible to tell at this point.
"I brought some salve with me. It should work while you can't just cast Heal every couple seconds."
"Please" She says, wincing. She ties back her hair into a bun and sighs "Fun thing about working under someone, if something goes wrong, they take it out on those below them." She said and rubbed her face with her hands. "Do you have anything that can suppress eyesight for a while? She knows about you from looking through my eyes."
"My pilgrimage was entrusted with it. They were all killed by some face-changing cleric, though. Frickin' monster."
She notes that down too. "And... I'm guessing you're from somewhere interesting?"
"My people aren't tied to any specific land or plane. Our tribes are called pilgrimages, and we divide ourselves from planar rulers as an act of reverence for our ancestors."
As he said, it burns like hell and tastes like gravel. It feels like her entire body is on fire, igniting from the inside. Black smoke pours from her wounds, followed by fresh blood. She won't be able to cast any spells for 10 minutes, but the curse is gone. Or, at least, suppressed for the duration. Impossible to tell at this point.
"I brought some salve with me. It should work while you can't just cast Heal every couple seconds."
"Please" She says, wincing. She ties back her hair into a bun and sighs "Fun thing about working under someone, if something goes wrong, they take it out on those below them." She said and rubbed her face with her hands. "Do you have anything that can suppress eyesight for a while? She knows about you from looking through my eyes."
He chuckles and starts applying the powerful chemical salve. "Let her see. It won't save her. Can she hear us too? I want her to know how screwed she is."
"My pilgrimage was entrusted with it. They were all killed by some face-changing cleric, though. Frickin' monster."
She notes that down too. "And... I'm guessing you're from somewhere interesting?"
"My people aren't tied to any specific land or plane. Our tribes are called pilgrimages, and we divide ourselves from planar rulers as an act of reverence for our ancestors."
"Oh... wow. Like, you don't follow a god or anything?"
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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.
As he said, it burns like hell and tastes like gravel. It feels like her entire body is on fire, igniting from the inside. Black smoke pours from her wounds, followed by fresh blood. She won't be able to cast any spells for 10 minutes, but the curse is gone. Or, at least, suppressed for the duration. Impossible to tell at this point.
"I brought some salve with me. It should work while you can't just cast Heal every couple seconds."
"Please" She says, wincing. She ties back her hair into a bun and sighs "Fun thing about working under someone, if something goes wrong, they take it out on those below them." She said and rubbed her face with her hands. "Do you have anything that can suppress eyesight for a while? She knows about you from looking through my eyes."
He chuckles and starts applying the powerful chemical salve. "Let her see. It won't save her. Can she hear us too? I want her to know how screwed she is."
The wounds seem to turn a concerning shade of red before back to her normal skin tone and healing nicely. She winces still "Ow, careful, please. And yes she can. Luckily she can't control my body but that's a minor happiness."
She tilts her head "How is your work going so far?"
"My pilgrimage was entrusted with it. They were all killed by some face-changing cleric, though. Frickin' monster."
She notes that down too. "And... I'm guessing you're from somewhere interesting?"
"My people aren't tied to any specific land or plane. Our tribes are called pilgrimages, and we divide ourselves from planar rulers as an act of reverence for our ancestors."
"Oh... wow. Like, you don't follow a god or anything?"
"Of course not. I understand why you would subject yourself to their rule, but we weren't created by them. These planes were meant for everyone, not just the ones who claim dominion over them."
He chuckles and starts applying the powerful chemical salve. "Let her see. It won't save her. Can she hear us too? I want her to know how screwed she is."
The wounds seem to turn a concerning shade of red before back to her normal skin tone and healing nicely. She winces still "Ow, careful, please. And yes she can. Luckily she can't control my body but that's a minor happiness."
She tilts her head "How is your work going so far?"
"Automatons are carving inverted faerie runes into every cold iron bullet. Not even magic will save her from this. Soul traps, mechanical dragons, custom-made hellfire engines, golems... I have a lot of cold iron lying around. And of course, I managed to snag a couple artifacts, like a ring that makes me immune to the wish spell. It has its downsides, but It's better than the alternative."
"My pilgrimage was entrusted with it. They were all killed by some face-changing cleric, though. Frickin' monster."
She notes that down too. "And... I'm guessing you're from somewhere interesting?"
"My people aren't tied to any specific land or plane. Our tribes are called pilgrimages, and we divide ourselves from planar rulers as an act of reverence for our ancestors."
"Oh... wow. Like, you don't follow a god or anything?"
"Of course not. I understand why you would subject yourself to their rule, but we weren't created by them. These planes were meant for everyone, not just the ones who claim dominion over them."
"That... fair actually. I've heard people who say they created the planes, do you think that's true? And if so, why shouldn't they rule?" She's avidly noting this all down.
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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.
He chuckles and starts applying the powerful chemical salve. "Let her see. It won't save her. Can she hear us too? I want her to know how screwed she is."
The wounds seem to turn a concerning shade of red before back to her normal skin tone and healing nicely. She winces still "Ow, careful, please. And yes she can. Luckily she can't control my body but that's a minor happiness."
She tilts her head "How is your work going so far?"
"Automatons are carving inverted faerie runes into every cold iron bullet. Not even magic will save her from this. Soul traps, mechanical dragons, custom-made hellfire engines, golems... I have a lot of cold iron lying around. And of course, I managed to snag a couple artifacts, like a ring that makes me immune to the wish spell. It has its downsides, but It's better than the alternative."
"She already knows that I am helping you as well. I can offer up a few Hags who hate her as well as well as a some others" She said with a smile.
"Of course not. I understand why you would subject yourself to their rule, but we weren't created by them. These planes were meant for everyone, not just the ones who claim dominion over them."
"That... fair actually. I've heard people who say they created the planes, do you think that's true? And if so, why shouldn't they rule?" She's avidly noting this all down.
"It really depends on the deity. We're willing to cohabitate with the actual creators of the planes, but others... we don't swear fealty to any gods, especially if we can live without them."
"Of course not. I understand why you would subject yourself to their rule, but we weren't created by them. These planes were meant for everyone, not just the ones who claim dominion over them."
"That... fair actually. I've heard people who say they created the planes, do you think that's true? And if so, why shouldn't they rule?" She's avidly noting this all down.
"It really depends on the deity. We're willing to cohabitate with the actual creators of the planes, but others... we don't swear fealty to any gods, especially if we can live without them."
"Ah, that makes sense." She starts on a new page, she must be exaggerating somehow, as she's wrote like twice as much as has been said. "Why, um, are you here now?" She asks, still looking at her notepad.
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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.
"Automatons are carving inverted faerie runes into every cold iron bullet. Not even magic will save her from this. Soul traps, mechanical dragons, custom-made hellfire engines, golems... I have a lot of cold iron lying around. And of course, I managed to snag a couple artifacts, like a ring that makes me immune to the wish spell. It has its downsides, but It's better than the alternative."
"She already knows that I am helping you as well. I can offer up a few Hags who hate her as well as well as a some others" She said with a smile.
He smiles back. This seems to be the first time he's been happy in a long time. "That would be amazing. By Vecna, we're gonna have some fun. Hear that, Tatiana? I'm going to enjoy every second of peeling you apart. I'm going to wear you as a cloak when I'm done. Your soul trapped inside... wouldn't that be nice? Your final moments embroidered on your flesh."
(Introducing a character I meant to use back in October but life got complicated)
Strange things have been happening recently ever since the harvest festival. The townsfolk have been on edge and several men seem to have been conducting some shady business. A farmer has reported that his horses have had trouble giving birth, a skeleton has been seen dancing along the hills and highways, a farmer’s scarecrow has disappeared, and a butcher shop has been robbed of all its sausages multiple times. An odd tree spirit has shown up to warn of the arrival of a strange being. Recently, an unconscious police officer has been found laying sprawled in a gutter. He seems to have suffered some serious injuries and is now being held in the hospital.
It is late at night, the moon is full and bathes the fields and forest with cold light. The wind creeps through the branches and fields chilling the bones of all who have no home or hearth to warm them. On the outskirts of town a group of dark figures have built a bonfire on a hill. A smaller cluster of men are standing beneath a craggely old dead tree. The sound of shovels cutting into cold earth and scraping away frozen dirt can be heard coming from the group.
"Automatons are carving inverted faerie runes into every cold iron bullet. Not even magic will save her from this. Soul traps, mechanical dragons, custom-made hellfire engines, golems... I have a lot of cold iron lying around. And of course, I managed to snag a couple artifacts, like a ring that makes me immune to the wish spell. It has its downsides, but It's better than the alternative."
"She already knows that I am helping you as well. I can offer up a few Hags who hate her as well as well as a some others" She said with a smile.
He smiles back. This seems to be the first time he's been happy in a long time. "That would be amazing. By Vecna, we're gonna have some fun. Hear that, Tatiana? I'm going to enjoy every second of peeling you apart. I'm going to wear you as a cloak when I'm done. Your soul trapped inside... wouldn't that be nice? Your final moments embroidered on your flesh."
She smiles and reaches over "Do you have eyes behind that hair?" she asks, her tone playful.
"Of course not. I understand why you would subject yourself to their rule, but we weren't created by them. These planes were meant for everyone, not just the ones who claim dominion over them."
"That... fair actually. I've heard people who say they created the planes, do you think that's true? And if so, why shouldn't they rule?" She's avidly noting this all down.
"It really depends on the deity. We're willing to cohabitate with the actual creators of the planes, but others... we don't swear fealty to any gods, especially if we can live without them."
"Ah, that makes sense." She starts on a new page, she must be exaggerating somehow, as she's wrote like twice as much as has been said. "Why, um, are you here now?" She asks, still looking at her notepad.
"My pilgrimage was attacked. Me and my mother are the only ones left. I set up some wards to keep that psycho from just blowing this whole place up with holy magic or something."
(Introducing a character I meant to use back in October but life got complicated)
Strange things have been happening recently ever since the harvest festival. The townsfolk have been on edge and several men seem to have been conducting some shady business. A farmer has reported that his horses have had trouble giving birth, a skeleton has been seen dancing along the hills and highways, a farmer’s scarecrow has disappeared, and a butcher shop has been robbed of all its sausages multiple times. An odd tree spirit has shown up to warn of the arrival of a strange being. Recently, an unconscious police officer has been found laying sprawled in a gutter. He seems to have suffered some serious injuries and is now being held in the hospital.
It is late at night, the moon is full and bathes the fields and forest with cold light. The wind creeps through the branches and fields chilling the bones of all who have no home or hearth to warm them. On the outskirts of town a group of dark figures have built a bonfire on a hill. A smaller cluster of men are standing beneath a craggely old dead tree. The sound of shovels cutting into cold earth and scraping away frozen dirt can be heard coming from the group.
Yuri watches from afar, her green eyes turning into pitch black orbs as she watches.
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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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She notes that down on her notepad. "You said that knife is made of gods and archfeys and things... where did you get it?"
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.
As he said, it burns like hell and tastes like gravel. It feels like her entire body is on fire, igniting from the inside. Black smoke pours from her wounds, followed by fresh blood. She won't be able to cast any spells for 10 minutes, but the curse is gone. Or, at least, suppressed for the duration. Impossible to tell at this point.
"I brought some salve with me. It should work while you can't just cast Heal every couple seconds."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"My pilgrimage was entrusted with it. They were all killed by some face-changing cleric, though. Frickin' monster."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She notes that down too. "And... I'm guessing you're from somewhere interesting?"
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.
"Please" She says, wincing. She ties back her hair into a bun and sighs "Fun thing about working under someone, if something goes wrong, they take it out on those below them." She said and rubbed her face with her hands. "Do you have anything that can suppress eyesight for a while? She knows about you from looking through my eyes."
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
"My people aren't tied to any specific land or plane. Our tribes are called pilgrimages, and we divide ourselves from planar rulers as an act of reverence for our ancestors."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He chuckles and starts applying the powerful chemical salve. "Let her see. It won't save her. Can she hear us too? I want her to know how screwed she is."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oh... wow. Like, you don't follow a god or anything?"
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.
The wounds seem to turn a concerning shade of red before back to her normal skin tone and healing nicely. She winces still "Ow, careful, please. And yes she can. Luckily she can't control my body but that's a minor happiness."
She tilts her head "How is your work going so 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
"Of course not. I understand why you would subject yourself to their rule, but we weren't created by them. These planes were meant for everyone, not just the ones who claim dominion over them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Automatons are carving inverted faerie runes into every cold iron bullet. Not even magic will save her from this. Soul traps, mechanical dragons, custom-made hellfire engines, golems... I have a lot of cold iron lying around. And of course, I managed to snag a couple artifacts, like a ring that makes me immune to the wish spell. It has its downsides, but It's better than the alternative."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"That... fair actually. I've heard people who say they created the planes, do you think that's true? And if so, why shouldn't they rule?" She's avidly noting this all down.
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.
"She already knows that I am helping you as well. I can offer up a few Hags who hate her as well as well as a some others" She said with a smile.
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
"It really depends on the deity. We're willing to cohabitate with the actual creators of the planes, but others... we don't swear fealty to any gods, especially if we can live without them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Ah, that makes sense." She starts on a new page, she must be exaggerating somehow, as she's wrote like twice as much as has been said. "Why, um, are you here now?" She asks, still looking at her notepad.
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.
He smiles back. This seems to be the first time he's been happy in a long time. "That would be amazing. By Vecna, we're gonna have some fun. Hear that, Tatiana? I'm going to enjoy every second of peeling you apart. I'm going to wear you as a cloak when I'm done. Your soul trapped inside... wouldn't that be nice? Your final moments embroidered on your flesh."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(Introducing a character I meant to use back in October but life got complicated)
Strange things have been happening recently ever since the harvest festival. The townsfolk have been on edge and several men seem to have been conducting some shady business. A farmer has reported that his horses have had trouble giving birth, a skeleton has been seen dancing along the hills and highways, a farmer’s scarecrow has disappeared, and a butcher shop has been robbed of all its sausages multiple times. An odd tree spirit has shown up to warn of the arrival of a strange being. Recently, an unconscious police officer has been found laying sprawled in a gutter. He seems to have suffered some serious injuries and is now being held in the hospital.
It is late at night, the moon is full and bathes the fields and forest with cold light. The wind creeps through the branches and fields chilling the bones of all who have no home or hearth to warm them. On the outskirts of town a group of dark figures have built a bonfire on a hill. A smaller cluster of men are standing beneath a craggely old dead tree. The sound of shovels cutting into cold earth and scraping away frozen dirt can be heard coming from the group.
She smiles and reaches over "Do you have eyes behind that hair?" she asks, her tone playful.
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
"My pilgrimage was attacked. Me and my mother are the only ones left. I set up some wards to keep that psycho from just blowing this whole place up with holy magic or something."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Yuri watches from afar, her green eyes turning into pitch black orbs as she watches.
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