They all see a huge wolf looming over Alix, blood drips from its maw as it stares at them
Augustus, unable to move due to his lack of his wheelchair, holds up his hands. "Hello there.. I just want to heal yer friend here."
"The boy does not need your pity." the god snarls. "I make him strong, but he will carry these scars as a reminder of his failure to fight back."
"Everyone needs help," Augustus said. Tractor helped him back into his wheelchair "I need help every day because without it, I would be dead."
"Then you are weak." the god the laughs. "Do you not see what i have made of this boy over the eons of time. He is a skilled fighter." his mouth then curls with distaste. "But he has very little appetite for violence. He is weak in that way."
(Sorry for the slow response. Making a Silver Dragonborn Monk.)
"There is no point in violence unless it is unavoidable.." Augustus says and Patrick pipes up "Isn't that the whole point of a team? To have each other's backs. To help out each other?"
*All good*
The wolf growls, annoyed. "You waste my time mortals."
Aionus steps forward and raises his hands "Begone god. leave this boy alone." He is going to cast Banishment. (Make a Charisma Saving Throw.)
They all see a huge wolf looming over Alix, blood drips from its maw as it stares at them
Augustus, unable to move due to his lack of his wheelchair, holds up his hands. "Hello there.. I just want to heal yer friend here."
"The boy does not need your pity." the god snarls. "I make him strong, but he will carry these scars as a reminder of his failure to fight back."
"Everyone needs help," Augustus said. Tractor helped him back into his wheelchair "I need help every day because without it, I would be dead."
"Then you are weak." the god the laughs. "Do you not see what i have made of this boy over the eons of time. He is a skilled fighter." his mouth then curls with distaste. "But he has very little appetite for violence. He is weak in that way."
(Sorry for the slow response. Making a Silver Dragonborn Monk.)
"There is no point in violence unless it is unavoidable.." Augustus says and Patrick pipes up "Isn't that the whole point of a team? To have each other's backs. To help out each other?"
*All good*
The wolf growls, annoyed. "You waste my time mortals."
Aionus steps forward and raises his hands "Begone god. leave this boy alone." He is going to cast Banishment. (Make a Charisma Saving Throw.)
*sooo, big problem with that. He cant be banished from Alix*
Alix screams in pain as both of their forms flicker
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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.
They all see a huge wolf looming over Alix, blood drips from its maw as it stares at them
Augustus, unable to move due to his lack of his wheelchair, holds up his hands. "Hello there.. I just want to heal yer friend here."
"The boy does not need your pity." the god snarls. "I make him strong, but he will carry these scars as a reminder of his failure to fight back."
"Everyone needs help," Augustus said. Tractor helped him back into his wheelchair "I need help every day because without it, I would be dead."
"Then you are weak." the god the laughs. "Do you not see what i have made of this boy over the eons of time. He is a skilled fighter." his mouth then curls with distaste. "But he has very little appetite for violence. He is weak in that way."
(Sorry for the slow response. Making a Silver Dragonborn Monk.)
"There is no point in violence unless it is unavoidable.." Augustus says and Patrick pipes up "Isn't that the whole point of a team? To have each other's backs. To help out each other?"
*All good*
The wolf growls, annoyed. "You waste my time mortals."
Aionus steps forward and raises his hands "Begone god. leave this boy alone." He is going to cast Banishment. (Make a Charisma Saving Throw.)
*sooo, big problem with that. He cant be banished from Alix*
Alix screams in pain as both of their forms flicker
Augustus grabs Aionus's arm "Don't do that! Yer hurting the lad!". Aionus dispels the magic and snarls.
They all see a huge wolf looming over Alix, blood drips from its maw as it stares at them
Augustus, unable to move due to his lack of his wheelchair, holds up his hands. "Hello there.. I just want to heal yer friend here."
"The boy does not need your pity." the god snarls. "I make him strong, but he will carry these scars as a reminder of his failure to fight back."
"Everyone needs help," Augustus said. Tractor helped him back into his wheelchair "I need help every day because without it, I would be dead."
"Then you are weak." the god the laughs. "Do you not see what i have made of this boy over the eons of time. He is a skilled fighter." his mouth then curls with distaste. "But he has very little appetite for violence. He is weak in that way."
(Sorry for the slow response. Making a Silver Dragonborn Monk.)
"There is no point in violence unless it is unavoidable.." Augustus says and Patrick pipes up "Isn't that the whole point of a team? To have each other's backs. To help out each other?"
*All good*
The wolf growls, annoyed. "You waste my time mortals."
Aionus steps forward and raises his hands "Begone god. leave this boy alone." He is going to cast Banishment. (Make a Charisma Saving Throw.)
*sooo, big problem with that. He cant be banished from Alix*
Alix screams in pain as both of their forms flicker
Augustus grabs Aionus's arm "Don't do that! Yer hurting the lad!". Aionus dispels the magic and snarls.
The wolf vanishes from sight and Alix is curled up again, sobbing
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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.
They all see a huge wolf looming over Alix, blood drips from its maw as it stares at them
Augustus, unable to move due to his lack of his wheelchair, holds up his hands. "Hello there.. I just want to heal yer friend here."
"The boy does not need your pity." the god snarls. "I make him strong, but he will carry these scars as a reminder of his failure to fight back."
"Everyone needs help," Augustus said. Tractor helped him back into his wheelchair "I need help every day because without it, I would be dead."
"Then you are weak." the god the laughs. "Do you not see what i have made of this boy over the eons of time. He is a skilled fighter." his mouth then curls with distaste. "But he has very little appetite for violence. He is weak in that way."
(Sorry for the slow response. Making a Silver Dragonborn Monk.)
"There is no point in violence unless it is unavoidable.." Augustus says and Patrick pipes up "Isn't that the whole point of a team? To have each other's backs. To help out each other?"
*All good*
The wolf growls, annoyed. "You waste my time mortals."
Aionus steps forward and raises his hands "Begone god. leave this boy alone." He is going to cast Banishment. (Make a Charisma Saving Throw.)
*sooo, big problem with that. He cant be banished from Alix*
Alix screams in pain as both of their forms flicker
Augustus grabs Aionus's arm "Don't do that! Yer hurting the lad!". Aionus dispels the magic and snarls.
The wolf vanishes from sight and Alix is curled up again, sobbing
Augustus rolls forward "Son... Please... let me help you."
Oswald is eating a cheap sausage sandwich outside, watching his automatons scurry around, working.
Uncle Pastel is wrapping presents in the tavern. He has a lot of boxes to wrap.
Okropnosc is lurking around in the dark parts of the forest where he can't be seen clearly.
Yuri appears behind him and hugs him "Hi there" she chirps with a grin.
Sadeh walks over to him and helps him, making sure to follow his work exactly.
Pakmon is going to him and calls out. "Tell me what I have to do to destroy those who took my homeland. Tell me how I can make them fear me."
"Mm." Oswald doesn't react much. "How are you?"
Uncle Pastel calmly teaches her how to wrap them perfectly. He seems to be very experienced at this.
Silence. Then approaching footsteps. Light filtering through the trees reveals glimpses of the Baslilisk's current form: a mutilated Sadeh, burned with holy fire. Pakmon feels a twinge of something he hasn't felt in a long, long time: fear. Disgust. Anger, of course, but the fear is new. The footsteps get close, then stop. The voices re-emerge from behind Pakmon. "Fear is a defense mechanism against Consequence. You must, like me, become Consequence. But at the same time, it is a Secret. To be feared, you must become Unpredictable."
He nods again
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
'Ya sure ya don't want anything?'
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He nods. "Ill be fine..thanks though."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Aionus steps forward and raises his hands "Begone god. leave this boy alone." He is going to cast Banishment. (Make a Charisma Saving Throw.)
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
*sooo, big problem with that. He cant be banished from Alix*
Alix screams in pain as both of their forms flicker
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Augustus grabs Aionus's arm "Don't do that! Yer hurting the lad!". Aionus dispels the magic and snarls.
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
'Not a problem'
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The wolf vanishes from sight and Alix is curled up again, sobbing
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Oswald is eating a cheap sausage sandwich outside, watching his automatons scurry around, working.
Uncle Pastel is wrapping presents in the tavern. He has a lot of boxes to wrap.
Okropnosc is lurking around in the dark parts of the forest where he can't be seen clearly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Hey Oswald, how ya doing?'
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"Taking a mandatory, pre-scheduled break."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Of course ya are, dude'
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Augustus rolls forward "Son... Please... let me help you."
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
"Once my time has expired, I'm going to get back to work. It's all meaningless busywork at this point, but it's not like I have anything else to do."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Yuri appears behind him and hugs him "Hi there" she chirps with a grin.
Sadeh walks over to him and helps him, making sure to follow his work exactly.
Pakmon is going to him and calls out. "Tell me what I have to do to destroy those who took my homeland. Tell me how I can make them fear me."
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
"Should we go to a doctor?"
psychopath ^-^
'Ya wanna hang out, kill some time?'
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"Mm." Oswald doesn't react much. "How are you?"
Uncle Pastel calmly teaches her how to wrap them perfectly. He seems to be very experienced at this.
Silence. Then approaching footsteps. Light filtering through the trees reveals glimpses of the Baslilisk's current form: a mutilated Sadeh, burned with holy fire. Pakmon feels a twinge of something he hasn't felt in a long, long time: fear. Disgust. Anger, of course, but the fear is new. The footsteps get close, then stop. The voices re-emerge from behind Pakmon. "Fear is a defense mechanism against Consequence. You must, like me, become Consequence. But at the same time, it is a Secret. To be feared, you must become Unpredictable."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Sure, why not? I've got some hours left, and only so much sausage." He stands up and brushes his apron off.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Ya wanna go swim? I got a swimming pool at my place, kind of, and it's pretty warm'
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