A trading cart rolls into town, a youngish looking woman sitting on its roof. As it pulls past the initial turn towards the market place, she scoots forwards and drops onto the cobblestones, offering the unaware cart driver a salute. She appears to be human, around 19-20. She stands at around 5'7" with slightly tanned skin from the sun and black hair pulled back into a braid of sorts. Her eyes are a golden color, looking around the town square for a moment before picking a direction and walking down the street. Her outfit is simple, an armless button up vest covering her torso and simple baggy pants with flats. Standard traveling clothes overall. He arms are littered with scars both old and new, and in her right shoulder is a large tattoo in red ink of a roaring bear. Looped around her belt is a chain, which a pair of brass knuckles hang from
A very wounded half-elf falls infront of their cart.
The girl looks down at them curiously, speaking in what is best described as a Scottish accent, "Ya 'right there?" She asks, kneeling down beside them
He seems to be barely conscious. "Who..?"
"Not that I'm a doctor or anythin, but that stuffs supposed ta stay inside ya." She points at his wounds
"I know.." he mumbles
"So, what put holes in the prickle ear?" She say, taking a second to help him to his feet
*goodmirning y'all! Hope everyone is doing well ^^*
*Also WOOOOO! PAGE 1000*
*MY FWIEND!!*
*hi hi!!!*
*[HUGS]*
*[UBER HUGS]*
*[gIgGles]*
*:D* *characters:*
Bonnie has somehow found a gun, messing with it on the ground
Ozzy is cutting parts out :3
Rory is enjoying his morning stroll in the mostly calm winter air
Zenix is feeding his raven a piece of bread, his armor pulsing slowly as he sends a message to the Raven Queen
Without warning, a mysterious portal materializes in a vast and unfamiliar desert landscape. The portal's arrival was accompanied by the sound of harsh winds. It blows sand through the doorway and scattered around the portal on the ground serving as a reminder of the disturbance caused by the gateway's opening. Soon after, three individuals appear from the portal.
The first person is draped in layers of vibrant purple, orange, and black cloth that billow in the wind. They wear a mask made of sandstone that obscures their expression, adding to the mysterious aura that surrounds them.
The second person, who is the tallest of the group, has a head resembling that of a jackal. They are adorned in a tunic made of dazzling white linen that contrasts with the dark desert surroundings. A glaive made of forged steel is clutched tightly in one hand, while a belt made of gold dragon hide is wrapped securely around their waist.
The third person is a young girl, aged between 13-15 years old. She is dressed in a long white linen dress that flows with the gentle breeze, paired with a belt crafted from black dragon hide. Her amber skin is adorned with intricate black tattoos, which add to her enigmatic appearance. She ties her black hair in a ponytail, revealing the tattoos on her neck.
*hmmmm, let's go with these:*
Ozzy, wearing a trenchcoat with the collar pulled up around his neck bumps past the masked figure, offering a mumbled apology followed by further disconnected muttering
Bonnie looks at them curiously, grinning as she walks over to the youngest, "Hiya!"
Khemut nods at him quietly before mumbling "Its quite alright."
Sadeh smiles, beams actually, and walks over "Hi! Im Sadeh!"
He nods, wandering towards the market place. A slight glow flickers out of his trenchcoat, an odd cyqn color
"I'm Bonnie! Nice to meet you!" She says happily
Khemut lays a gentle hand on Ozzy's shoulder. "Here. Have this. From one curse sufferer to another." She hands him a vial of glowing orange liquid.
Sadeh wastes no time giving Bonnie a hug "Same! Do you like dead bugs? or just bugs in general?"
A trading cart rolls into town, a youngish looking woman sitting on its roof. As it pulls past the initial turn towards the market place, she scoots forwards and drops onto the cobblestones, offering the unaware cart driver a salute. She appears to be human, around 19-20. She stands at around 5'7" with slightly tanned skin from the sun and black hair pulled back into a braid of sorts. Her eyes are a golden color, looking around the town square for a moment before picking a direction and walking down the street. Her outfit is simple, an armless button up vest covering her torso and simple baggy pants with flats. Standard traveling clothes overall. He arms are littered with scars both old and new, and in her right shoulder is a large tattoo in red ink of a roaring bear. Looped around her belt is a chain, which a pair of brass knuckles hang from
A very wounded half-elf falls infront of their cart.
The girl looks down at them curiously, speaking in what is best described as a Scottish accent, "Ya 'right there?" She asks, kneeling down beside them
He seems to be barely conscious. "Who..?"
"Not that I'm a doctor or anythin, but that stuffs supposed ta stay inside ya." She points at his wounds
"I know.." he mumbles
"So, what put holes in the prickle ear?" She say, taking a second to help him to his feet
"Bandits. Way more powerful than i have dealt with.."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*goodmirning y'all! Hope everyone is doing well ^^*
*Also WOOOOO! PAGE 1000*
*MY FWIEND!!*
*hi hi!!!*
*[HUGS]*
*[UBER HUGS]*
*[gIgGles]*
*:D* *characters:*
Bonnie has somehow found a gun, messing with it on the ground
Ozzy is cutting parts out :3
Rory is enjoying his morning stroll in the mostly calm winter air
Zenix is feeding his raven a piece of bread, his armor pulsing slowly as he sends a message to the Raven Queen
Without warning, a mysterious portal materializes in a vast and unfamiliar desert landscape. The portal's arrival was accompanied by the sound of harsh winds. It blows sand through the doorway and scattered around the portal on the ground serving as a reminder of the disturbance caused by the gateway's opening. Soon after, three individuals appear from the portal.
The first person is draped in layers of vibrant purple, orange, and black cloth that billow in the wind. They wear a mask made of sandstone that obscures their expression, adding to the mysterious aura that surrounds them.
The second person, who is the tallest of the group, has a head resembling that of a jackal. They are adorned in a tunic made of dazzling white linen that contrasts with the dark desert surroundings. A glaive made of forged steel is clutched tightly in one hand, while a belt made of gold dragon hide is wrapped securely around their waist.
The third person is a young girl, aged between 13-15 years old. She is dressed in a long white linen dress that flows with the gentle breeze, paired with a belt crafted from black dragon hide. Her amber skin is adorned with intricate black tattoos, which add to her enigmatic appearance. She ties her black hair in a ponytail, revealing the tattoos on her neck.
*hmmmm, let's go with these:*
Ozzy, wearing a trenchcoat with the collar pulled up around his neck bumps past the masked figure, offering a mumbled apology followed by further disconnected muttering
Bonnie looks at them curiously, grinning as she walks over to the youngest, "Hiya!"
Khemut nods at him quietly before mumbling "Its quite alright."
Sadeh smiles, beams actually, and walks over "Hi! Im Sadeh!"
He nods, wandering towards the market place. A slight glow flickers out of his trenchcoat, an odd cyqn color
"I'm Bonnie! Nice to meet you!" She says happily
Khemut lays a gentle hand on Ozzy's shoulder. "Here. Have this. From one curse sufferer to another." She hands him a vial of glowing orange liquid.
Sadeh wastes no time giving Bonnie a hug "Same! Do you like dead bugs? or just bugs in general?"
He jumps slightly at the touch, looking back at her. He looks at the vial, hesitantly taking it before speaking in a coarse voice, "Thank you."
A trading cart rolls into town, a youngish looking woman sitting on its roof. As it pulls past the initial turn towards the market place, she scoots forwards and drops onto the cobblestones, offering the unaware cart driver a salute. She appears to be human, around 19-20. She stands at around 5'7" with slightly tanned skin from the sun and black hair pulled back into a braid of sorts. Her eyes are a golden color, looking around the town square for a moment before picking a direction and walking down the street. Her outfit is simple, an armless button up vest covering her torso and simple baggy pants with flats. Standard traveling clothes overall. He arms are littered with scars both old and new, and in her right shoulder is a large tattoo in red ink of a roaring bear. Looped around her belt is a chain, which a pair of brass knuckles hang from
A very wounded half-elf falls infront of their cart.
The girl looks down at them curiously, speaking in what is best described as a Scottish accent, "Ya 'right there?" She asks, kneeling down beside them
He seems to be barely conscious. "Who..?"
"Not that I'm a doctor or anythin, but that stuffs supposed ta stay inside ya." She points at his wounds
"I know.." he mumbles
"So, what put holes in the prickle ear?" She say, taking a second to help him to his feet
"Bandits. Way more powerful than i have dealt with.."
"Sounds rough. Ya got a doctor round here? Or like... an overly prepared bar?"
A trading cart rolls into town, a youngish looking woman sitting on its roof. As it pulls past the initial turn towards the market place, she scoots forwards and drops onto the cobblestones, offering the unaware cart driver a salute. She appears to be human, around 19-20. She stands at around 5'7" with slightly tanned skin from the sun and black hair pulled back into a braid of sorts. Her eyes are a golden color, looking around the town square for a moment before picking a direction and walking down the street. Her outfit is simple, an armless button up vest covering her torso and simple baggy pants with flats. Standard traveling clothes overall. He arms are littered with scars both old and new, and in her right shoulder is a large tattoo in red ink of a roaring bear. Looped around her belt is a chain, which a pair of brass knuckles hang from
A very wounded half-elf falls infront of their cart.
The girl looks down at them curiously, speaking in what is best described as a Scottish accent, "Ya 'right there?" She asks, kneeling down beside them
He seems to be barely conscious. "Who..?"
"Not that I'm a doctor or anythin, but that stuffs supposed ta stay inside ya." She points at his wounds
"I know.." he mumbles
"So, what put holes in the prickle ear?" She say, taking a second to help him to his feet
"Bandits. Way more powerful than i have dealt with.."
"Sounds rough. Ya got a doctor round here? Or like... an overly prepared bar?"
"No clue. I have a friend somewhere...but i dunno where she is."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*goodmirning y'all! Hope everyone is doing well ^^*
*Also WOOOOO! PAGE 1000*
*MY FWIEND!!*
*hi hi!!!*
*[HUGS]*
*[UBER HUGS]*
*[gIgGles]*
*:D* *characters:*
Bonnie has somehow found a gun, messing with it on the ground
Ozzy is cutting parts out :3
Rory is enjoying his morning stroll in the mostly calm winter air
Zenix is feeding his raven a piece of bread, his armor pulsing slowly as he sends a message to the Raven Queen
Without warning, a mysterious portal materializes in a vast and unfamiliar desert landscape. The portal's arrival was accompanied by the sound of harsh winds. It blows sand through the doorway and scattered around the portal on the ground serving as a reminder of the disturbance caused by the gateway's opening. Soon after, three individuals appear from the portal.
The first person is draped in layers of vibrant purple, orange, and black cloth that billow in the wind. They wear a mask made of sandstone that obscures their expression, adding to the mysterious aura that surrounds them.
The second person, who is the tallest of the group, has a head resembling that of a jackal. They are adorned in a tunic made of dazzling white linen that contrasts with the dark desert surroundings. A glaive made of forged steel is clutched tightly in one hand, while a belt made of gold dragon hide is wrapped securely around their waist.
The third person is a young girl, aged between 13-15 years old. She is dressed in a long white linen dress that flows with the gentle breeze, paired with a belt crafted from black dragon hide. Her amber skin is adorned with intricate black tattoos, which add to her enigmatic appearance. She ties her black hair in a ponytail, revealing the tattoos on her neck.
*hmmmm, let's go with these:*
Ozzy, wearing a trenchcoat with the collar pulled up around his neck bumps past the masked figure, offering a mumbled apology followed by further disconnected muttering
Bonnie looks at them curiously, grinning as she walks over to the youngest, "Hiya!"
Khemut nods at him quietly before mumbling "Its quite alright."
Sadeh smiles, beams actually, and walks over "Hi! Im Sadeh!"
He nods, wandering towards the market place. A slight glow flickers out of his trenchcoat, an odd cyqn color
"I'm Bonnie! Nice to meet you!" She says happily
Khemut lays a gentle hand on Ozzy's shoulder. "Here. Have this. From one curse sufferer to another." She hands him a vial of glowing orange liquid.
Sadeh wastes no time giving Bonnie a hug "Same! Do you like dead bugs? or just bugs in general?"
He jumps slightly at the touch, looking back at her. He looks at the vial, hesitantly taking it before speaking in a coarse voice, "Thank you."
"Bugs are super cool! I saw a spider once!"
She nods. (The Potion is a Potion of Well-Being. Basically a liquified Greater Restoration)
Sadeh takes Bonnie's hand "I know a tree trunk full of bugs. Cmon!"
A trading cart rolls into town, a youngish looking woman sitting on its roof. As it pulls past the initial turn towards the market place, she scoots forwards and drops onto the cobblestones, offering the unaware cart driver a salute. She appears to be human, around 19-20. She stands at around 5'7" with slightly tanned skin from the sun and black hair pulled back into a braid of sorts. Her eyes are a golden color, looking around the town square for a moment before picking a direction and walking down the street. Her outfit is simple, an armless button up vest covering her torso and simple baggy pants with flats. Standard traveling clothes overall. He arms are littered with scars both old and new, and in her right shoulder is a large tattoo in red ink of a roaring bear. Looped around her belt is a chain, which a pair of brass knuckles hang from
A very wounded half-elf falls infront of their cart.
The girl looks down at them curiously, speaking in what is best described as a Scottish accent, "Ya 'right there?" She asks, kneeling down beside them
He seems to be barely conscious. "Who..?"
"Not that I'm a doctor or anythin, but that stuffs supposed ta stay inside ya." She points at his wounds
"I know.." he mumbles
"So, what put holes in the prickle ear?" She say, taking a second to help him to his feet
"Bandits. Way more powerful than i have dealt with.."
"Sounds rough. Ya got a doctor round here? Or like... an overly prepared bar?"
"No clue. I have a friend somewhere...but i dunno where she is."
A trading cart rolls into town, a youngish looking woman sitting on its roof. As it pulls past the initial turn towards the market place, she scoots forwards and drops onto the cobblestones, offering the unaware cart driver a salute. She appears to be human, around 19-20. She stands at around 5'7" with slightly tanned skin from the sun and black hair pulled back into a braid of sorts. Her eyes are a golden color, looking around the town square for a moment before picking a direction and walking down the street. Her outfit is simple, an armless button up vest covering her torso and simple baggy pants with flats. Standard traveling clothes overall. He arms are littered with scars both old and new, and in her right shoulder is a large tattoo in red ink of a roaring bear. Looped around her belt is a chain, which a pair of brass knuckles hang from
A very wounded half-elf falls infront of their cart.
The girl looks down at them curiously, speaking in what is best described as a Scottish accent, "Ya 'right there?" She asks, kneeling down beside them
He seems to be barely conscious. "Who..?"
"Not that I'm a doctor or anythin, but that stuffs supposed ta stay inside ya." She points at his wounds
"I know.." he mumbles
"So, what put holes in the prickle ear?" She say, taking a second to help him to his feet
"Bandits. Way more powerful than i have dealt with.."
"Sounds rough. Ya got a doctor round here? Or like... an overly prepared bar?"
"No clue. I have a friend somewhere...but i dunno where she is."
"Hm, well that's a problem" she says
He nods
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"He can try. I have faced worse than a mutt with fleas." He said, snarling. He grips his glaive and war pick. His golden eyes flash.
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
"So, what put holes in the prickle ear?" She say, taking a second to help him to his feet
Khemut lays a gentle hand on Ozzy's shoulder. "Here. Have this. From one curse sufferer to another." She hands him a vial of glowing orange liquid.
Sadeh wastes no time giving Bonnie a hug "Same! Do you like dead bugs? or just bugs in general?"
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 can smell your fear. He has had eons of fighting experience."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Bandits. Way more powerful than i have dealt with.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I can no longer feel fear so your nose must be broken then." He says and tilts his head "Go. Away. I will not say it 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
The wolf god laughs. "I cannot leave, for i go where my host goes. But for now, i will fade from your vision." the wolf then fades.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He jumps slightly at the touch, looking back at her. He looks at the vial, hesitantly taking it before speaking in a coarse voice, "Thank you."
"Bugs are super cool! I saw a spider once!"
Pakhom lowers his weapons and snarls "Now go away, little lad. I am in no mood to talk to a child like you. Especially a harbinger of gods."
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
*pm?*
"I'm 24 and have been alive for millennia. I am no child." he says, temper sparking
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Sounds rough. Ya got a doctor round here? Or like... an overly prepared bar?"
"No clue. I have a friend somewhere...but i dunno where she is."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She nods. (The Potion is a Potion of Well-Being. Basically a liquified Greater Restoration)
Sadeh takes Bonnie's hand "I know a tree trunk full of bugs. Cmon!"
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
"Still a child compared to me." He snarled "NOW LEAVE." He barks.
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
"No, i dont think i will." he says, standing firm.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Hm, well that's a problem" she says
(Is he immune to any magic?)
Pakmon grips his weapons again and walks forward "Now."
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
He nods
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(He is highly resistant.)
"Gonna attack me in front of your family?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"If I attack, they know you're a threat and they fight alongside me." He said. "Leave. Now. And I won't."
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