"Sure. I'll consider it" He says with a slight smile
*oof* He is knocked unconscious, mostly for the effects of the dream spell
The Egregore tips his hat and smiles. "Now, you were the one who came to me. I assume you have something to ask, do, or say?"
He collapses to the floor of the factory.
"Yeah, you got something to do with the undead showing up lately?"
When he comes to, he feels groggy, and not all together. He shows up in a single room that looks to be inside a tree. Infrint of him is a pale wood elf sat in a chair
"Sort of. They deanimated as soon as I arrived. I just needed them to gather bodies for me."
"Well, I'd be glad to maintain a conversation with you." he says with a warm smile
Edward Chuckles. "Well, do you have anything you want to talk about?"
"Tell me more about where you come from."
"Well, it's kind of like a dark, cold, scary abyss with nothing but fog that kills everything in it. But that fog is special: if you have the right power, like I do, you can shape it into anything. Literally. It doesn't have to follow any sort of rules that would apply to any sort of natural, physical, or magical law. It just works like that. It's impossible to tell from the real thing, too."
"Well, I'd be glad to maintain a conversation with you." he says with a warm smile
Edward Chuckles. "Well, do you have anything you want to talk about?"
"Tell me more about where you come from."
"Well, it's kind of like a dark, cold, scary abyss with nothing but fog that kills everything in it. But that fog is special: if you have the right power, like I do, you can shape it into anything. Literally. It doesn't have to follow any sort of rules that would apply to any sort of natural, physical, or magical law. It just works like that. It's impossible to tell from the real thing, too."
"Well, I'd be glad to maintain a conversation with you." he says with a warm smile
Edward Chuckles. "Well, do you have anything you want to talk about?"
"Tell me more about where you come from."
"Well, it's kind of like a dark, cold, scary abyss with nothing but fog that kills everything in it. But that fog is special: if you have the right power, like I do, you can shape it into anything. Literally. It doesn't have to follow any sort of rules that would apply to any sort of natural, physical, or magical law. It just works like that. It's impossible to tell from the real thing, too."
"That's... hard to comprehend."
"It really is."
"Whats it like, having so much power?"
"Frustrating. I can do so much, but never the things I actually want to do. Even worse, people try to challenge me fairly often, as though they could take my power by beating me in combat."
"Sure. I'll consider it" He says with a slight smile
*oof* He is knocked unconscious, mostly for the effects of the dream spell
The Egregore tips his hat and smiles. "Now, you were the one who came to me. I assume you have something to ask, do, or say?"
He collapses to the floor of the factory.
"Yeah, you got something to do with the undead showing up lately?"
When he comes to, he feels groggy, and not all together. He shows up in a single room that looks to be inside a tree. Infrint of him is a pale wood elf sat in a chair
"Sort of. They deanimated as soon as I arrived. I just needed them to gather bodies for me."
"Who're you supposed to be?"
"Fair enough. So you're like a congregation of flesh?"
"How about I answer that with a simpler question. Who's heart do you think you put in your chest?"
"Sort of. They deanimated as soon as I arrived. I just needed them to gather bodies for me."
"Who're you supposed to be?"
"Fair enough. So you're like a congregation of flesh?"
"How about I answer that with a simpler question. Who's heart do you think you put in your chest?"
"Sort of. I needed a sufficiently horrific event to fully manifest. It just needs to be scary and grotesque, and that was the least dangerous one I could think of."
"To put it bluntly, I don't know. A druid of some sort. I was just experimenting."
"Wow, that... sucks..." He wraps a wing around him comfortingly, only catching himself when its too late. "Oh! Sorry, I-"
Before he can respond, Edward lays against Fin's chest, leaning into the half-hug.
Fin blinks a few times silently before holding him close in a way that makes him more comfortable
Edward makes a purring sound. "I didn't know you could make that noise. How cute..." he cuddles close, feeling sleepy from the snugglefruit juice he drank.
Yuri is in the clearing, staring at her arm which has been chipped off by a small army of Wood Elves a few feet from her. She watches the blood pool on the ground, a sickly contrast to the dead grass of the winter.
"You! You are your... ARTIFICIAL FRIEND took the queen!! You destroyed her majesty!!" A long brown haired Wood Elf sneered, clearly the leader of this group.
Yuri is in the clearing, staring at her arm which has been chipped off by a small army of Wood Elves a few feet from her. She watches the blood pool on the ground, a sickly contrast to the dead grass of the winter.
"You! You are your... ARTIFICIAL FRIEND took the queen!! You destroyed her majesty!!" A long brown haired Wood Elf sneered, clearly the leader of this group.
Yuri is in the clearing, staring at her arm which has been chipped off by a small army of Wood Elves a few feet from her. She watches the blood pool on the ground, a sickly contrast to the dead grass of the winter.
"You! You are your... ARTIFICIAL FRIEND took the queen!! You destroyed her majesty!!" A long brown haired Wood Elf sneered, clearly the leader of this group.
"Sort of. They deanimated as soon as I arrived. I just needed them to gather bodies for me."
"Who're you supposed to be?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"It really is."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I made Egregore/Edward's stats!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Whats it like, having so much power?"
"Frustrating. I can do so much, but never the things I actually want to do. Even worse, people try to challenge me fairly often, as though they could take my power by beating me in combat."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Wow, that... sucks..." He wraps a wing around him comfortingly, only catching himself when its too late. "Oh! Sorry, I-"
Before he can respond, Edward lays against Fin's chest, leaning into the half-hug.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Fair enough. So you're like a congregation of flesh?"
"How about I answer that with a simpler question. Who's heart do you think you put in your chest?"
*I am back my friends. And I have an idea.*
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
Fin blinks a few times silently before holding him close in a way that makes him more comfortable
"Sort of. I needed a sufficiently horrific event to fully manifest. It just needs to be scary and grotesque, and that was the least dangerous one I could think of."
"To put it bluntly, I don't know. A druid of some sort. I was just experimenting."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Edward makes a purring sound. "I didn't know you could make that noise. How cute..." he cuddles close, feeling sleepy from the snugglefruit juice he drank.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Yuri is in the clearing, staring at her arm which has been chipped off by a small army of Wood Elves a few feet from her. She watches the blood pool on the ground, a sickly contrast to the dead grass of the winter.
"You! You are your... ARTIFICIAL FRIEND took the queen!! You destroyed her majesty!!" A long brown haired Wood Elf sneered, clearly the leader of this group.
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'll intro my other character idea in a few.*
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
*ECK OSWALD IS UNCONCIOUS*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Anyone want to rp?*
Won't be too active as I dont have time for dnd and the forums became weird
*Sure! What characters do you have?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
* A tabaxi ex-real estate agent that was caught robbing a house of a vase which contained the ashes of their mother.*
Won't be too active as I dont have time for dnd and the forums became weird
*THAT WAS MY PLAAAAAN >:3*
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
*wus goood*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.