Yuri is in astral form while Ragged Agatha, the Night Hag, is trying to reattach her limbs. It doesn't seem to be working due to blood loss and because the weapon was made of Iron.
Sadeh is curled up in the corner, hugging a pillow. The markings on her neck are from the rope yesterday from the Paladins trying to hang her and her family. Pakmon is sitting at a table with Khemut, trying different spells to heal the Crook of Rao.
Stroth is replacing a tongue of a dead body with a hand, finding it both funny and a useful idea.
The Egregore "wanders" over, this time in his fully manifested, semi-natural state. Pale mist coils around him. "It doesn't seem like you'll be able to fight much longer. If I may ask, what happened to cause this?"
Uncle Pastel is sitting in the same room as Sadeh, watching the doors and windows vigilantly.
The Egregore is trying his hand (or hands, considering he's got 12 mage hands at the moment) at "unorthodox taxidermy," where you take parts of an animal and make up something new using those parts. Using some previously buried animal bones, he's decided to use the odd arrangements of bones he came up with yesterday.
Oswald is burning/melting down one of his factories with Bonemelt. All the constructs are evacuated, as there are no mortal workers other than him.
Plague Eater is on all fours, chowing down on a dead dog.
*IM BACK.*
Yuri is in astral form while Ragged Agatha, the Night Hag, is trying to reattach her limbs. It doesn't seem to be working due to blood loss and because the weapon was made of Iron.
Sadeh is curled up in the corner, hugging a pillow. The markings on her neck are from the rope yesterday from the Paladins trying to hang her and her family. Pakmon is sitting at a table with Khemut, trying different spells to heal the Crook of Rao.
Stroth is replacing a tongue of a dead body with a hand, finding it both funny and a useful idea.
(Awww, I wanna give sadeh a Bonnie hug, but Bonnie's currently unconscious in a cart trunk, so....) a cat walks over tothe corner and curls up beside her
(Also now that body can greet people with handshakes)
Yuri is in astral form while Ragged Agatha, the Night Hag, is trying to reattach her limbs. It doesn't seem to be working due to blood loss and because the weapon was made of Iron.
Sadeh is curled up in the corner, hugging a pillow. The markings on her neck are from the rope yesterday from the Paladins trying to hang her and her family. Pakmon is sitting at a table with Khemut, trying different spells to heal the Crook of Rao.
Stroth is replacing a tongue of a dead body with a hand, finding it both funny and a useful idea.
The Egregore "wanders" over, this time in his fully manifested, semi-natural state. Pale mist coils around him. "It doesn't seem like you'll be able to fight much longer. If I may ask, what happened to cause this?"
Uncle Pastel is sitting in the same room as Sadeh, watching the doors and windows vigilantly.
The hag looks up "Iron. She is fey. Bad Iron can cause fey like us to be unable to do anything." She said and tilted her head.
Sadeh looks up at him and whimpers "I don't like feeling this way.."
The Egregore is trying his hand (or hands, considering he's got 12 mage hands at the moment) at "unorthodox taxidermy," where you take parts of an animal and make up something new using those parts. Using some previously buried animal bones, he's decided to use the odd arrangements of bones he came up with yesterday.
Oswald is burning/melting down one of his factories with Bonemelt. All the constructs are evacuated, as there are no mortal workers other than him.
Plague Eater is on all fours, chowing down on a dead dog.
*IM BACK.*
Yuri is in astral form while Ragged Agatha, the Night Hag, is trying to reattach her limbs. It doesn't seem to be working due to blood loss and because the weapon was made of Iron.
Sadeh is curled up in the corner, hugging a pillow. The markings on her neck are from the rope yesterday from the Paladins trying to hang her and her family. Pakmon is sitting at a table with Khemut, trying different spells to heal the Crook of Rao.
Stroth is replacing a tongue of a dead body with a hand, finding it both funny and a useful idea.
(Awww, I wanna give sadeh a Bonnie hug, but Bonnie's currently unconscious in a cart trunk, so....) a cat walks over tothe corner and curls up beside her
(Also now that body can greet people with handshakes)
Sadeh smiles and gently picks up the cat. She cuddles it close and begins to talk to it in hushed tones. "Pretty kitty. You must have a nice life?"
Yuri is in astral form while Ragged Agatha, the Night Hag, is trying to reattach her limbs. It doesn't seem to be working due to blood loss and because the weapon was made of Iron.
Sadeh is curled up in the corner, hugging a pillow. The markings on her neck are from the rope yesterday from the Paladins trying to hang her and her family. Pakmon is sitting at a table with Khemut, trying different spells to heal the Crook of Rao.
Stroth is replacing a tongue of a dead body with a hand, finding it both funny and a useful idea.
The Egregore "wanders" over, this time in his fully manifested, semi-natural state. Pale mist coils around him. "It doesn't seem like you'll be able to fight much longer. If I may ask, what happened to cause this?"
Uncle Pastel is sitting in the same room as Sadeh, watching the doors and windows vigilantly.
The hag looks up "Iron. She is fey. Bad Iron can cause fey like us to be unable to do anything." She said and tilted her head.
Sadeh looks up at him and whimpers "I don't like feeling this way.."
"Ah... then perhaps we'd better make a deal."
Uncle Pastel sighs audibly. Me neither. I couldn't do anything against those paladins. I hope whoever the Basilisk's friend is will help us again sometime.
A large hairy tree giant snores as he lays underneath a tree. A small pouch on a string hangs about his neck and rests on his bare chest. The entire tree shifts with each snore.
The Egregore is trying his hand (or hands, considering he's got 12 mage hands at the moment) at "unorthodox taxidermy," where you take parts of an animal and make up something new using those parts. Using some previously buried animal bones, he's decided to use the odd arrangements of bones he came up with yesterday.
Oswald is burning/melting down one of his factories with Bonemelt. All the constructs are evacuated, as there are no mortal workers other than him.
Plague Eater is on all fours, chowing down on a dead dog.
*IM BACK.*
Yuri is in astral form while Ragged Agatha, the Night Hag, is trying to reattach her limbs. It doesn't seem to be working due to blood loss and because the weapon was made of Iron.
Sadeh is curled up in the corner, hugging a pillow. The markings on her neck are from the rope yesterday from the Paladins trying to hang her and her family. Pakmon is sitting at a table with Khemut, trying different spells to heal the Crook of Rao.
Stroth is replacing a tongue of a dead body with a hand, finding it both funny and a useful idea.
(Awww, I wanna give sadeh a Bonnie hug, but Bonnie's currently unconscious in a cart trunk, so....) a cat walks over tothe corner and curls up beside her
(Also now that body can greet people with handshakes)
Sadeh smiles and gently picks up the cat. She cuddles it close and begins to talk to it in hushed tones. "Pretty kitty. You must have a nice life?"
The kitty mews in response, licking sadeh's nose as it purrs in her arms
Yuri is in astral form while Ragged Agatha, the Night Hag, is trying to reattach her limbs. It doesn't seem to be working due to blood loss and because the weapon was made of Iron.
Sadeh is curled up in the corner, hugging a pillow. The markings on her neck are from the rope yesterday from the Paladins trying to hang her and her family. Pakmon is sitting at a table with Khemut, trying different spells to heal the Crook of Rao.
Stroth is replacing a tongue of a dead body with a hand, finding it both funny and a useful idea.
The Egregore "wanders" over, this time in his fully manifested, semi-natural state. Pale mist coils around him. "It doesn't seem like you'll be able to fight much longer. If I may ask, what happened to cause this?"
Uncle Pastel is sitting in the same room as Sadeh, watching the doors and windows vigilantly.
The hag looks up "Iron. She is fey. Bad Iron can cause fey like us to be unable to do anything." She said and tilted her head.
Sadeh looks up at him and whimpers "I don't like feeling this way.."
"Ah... then perhaps we'd better make a deal."
Uncle Pastel sighs audibly. Me neither. I couldn't do anything against those paladins. I hope whoever the Basilisk's friend is will help us again sometime.
The Egregore is trying his hand (or hands, considering he's got 12 mage hands at the moment) at "unorthodox taxidermy," where you take parts of an animal and make up something new using those parts. Using some previously buried animal bones, he's decided to use the odd arrangements of bones he came up with yesterday.
Oswald is burning/melting down one of his factories with Bonemelt. All the constructs are evacuated, as there are no mortal workers other than him.
Plague Eater is on all fours, chowing down on a dead dog.
*IM BACK.*
Yuri is in astral form while Ragged Agatha, the Night Hag, is trying to reattach her limbs. It doesn't seem to be working due to blood loss and because the weapon was made of Iron.
Sadeh is curled up in the corner, hugging a pillow. The markings on her neck are from the rope yesterday from the Paladins trying to hang her and her family. Pakmon is sitting at a table with Khemut, trying different spells to heal the Crook of Rao.
Stroth is replacing a tongue of a dead body with a hand, finding it both funny and a useful idea.
(Awww, I wanna give sadeh a Bonnie hug, but Bonnie's currently unconscious in a cart trunk, so....) a cat walks over tothe corner and curls up beside her
(Also now that body can greet people with handshakes)
Sadeh smiles and gently picks up the cat. She cuddles it close and begins to talk to it in hushed tones. "Pretty kitty. You must have a nice life?"
The kitty mews in response, licking sadeh's nose as it purrs in her arms
She smiles and kisses the cats head "You want some food kitty?"
There is a sudden spire of flames in the woods. A man wearing padded green armor with swords at his hip looks around.
A young boy in key chain mail armor, a patchwork cloak, and wearing a crown of forks and spoons drops his juggling balls upon seeing the spire of flames and rushes over to see what happened.
The Egregore "wanders" over, this time in his fully manifested, semi-natural state. Pale mist coils around him. "It doesn't seem like you'll be able to fight much longer. If I may ask, what happened to cause this?"
Uncle Pastel is sitting in the same room as Sadeh, watching the doors and windows vigilantly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*BACKKKKKKKK*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I have a confession to make. I don't actually need to sleep, I just wanted to cuddle longer."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(Awww, I wanna give sadeh a Bonnie hug, but Bonnie's currently unconscious in a cart trunk, so....) a cat walks over tothe corner and curls up beside her
(Also now that body can greet people with handshakes)
"Goofball..." Fin mutters.
The hag looks up "Iron. She is fey. Bad Iron can cause fey like us to be unable to do anything." She said and tilted her head.
Sadeh looks up at him and whimpers "I don't like feeling this way.."
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've been better, but nothings currently making me sad, so pretty nice :>*
*how about you?*
Edward flops onto Fin's lap. "I mean..." He seems to be trying to think of an argument or excuse. "...Yeah."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Sadeh smiles and gently picks up the cat. She cuddles it close and begins to talk to it in hushed tones. "Pretty kitty. You must have a nice life?"
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
*[HUGGLES]*
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
"Ah... then perhaps we'd better make a deal."
Uncle Pastel sighs audibly. Me neither. I couldn't do anything against those paladins. I hope whoever the Basilisk's friend is will help us again sometime.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"You make those pancakes over there?"
The kitty mews in response, licking sadeh's nose as it purrs in her arms
*ok! Characters*
Theren is trying to remember who he is
Alix is wandering around town
-intro >:) -
There is a sudden spire of flames in the woods. A man wearing padded green armor with swords at his hip looks around.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"How so?" Yuri asked, tilting her head.
She hugs him and sighs "Are you okay?"
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
"Yeah. Personally, I was hoping they'd be too much for you to eat so we could eat together, but I got carried away so there's like nine now."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Well, there's definitely enough for both of us." He chuckles *gtg!*
She smiles and kisses the cats head "You want some food kitty?"
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
A young boy in key chain mail armor, a patchwork cloak, and wearing a crown of forks and spoons drops his juggling balls upon seeing the spire of flames and rushes over to see what happened.