Ozzy thinks for a moment, sipping hos fourth drink, "I mostly make little trinkets. I do mechanical stuff." He says, "How about you?"
She nods,bringing her knees to her chest, "I went blind after and... well you know what happened. You eventually found me"
"Long story is that I kill and kidnap nobles and kings and replace them with Zhent people so the poorer class don't have to live under tyranny." He said and shrugged "Short story is I take down governments."
Sadeh smiles "Your okay now." She pets Bonnie's head.
Ozzy, a bit too drunk to really take that into perspective, nods, "Sounds exciting."
Bonnie smiles a little, leaning into her hand
He chuckles "One could say so. To the nobility I'm killing, I'm a pest."
She smiles and grabs a few blankets and pillows, making Bonnie comfy.
"Eh, nobility aren't smart anyways." He says, sipping from his mug
Bonnie's seems content in the blankets, waiting for sadeh to find whoever she needs to find
He laughs "Me and you are going to get along fine then. I don't like them because of what they do to the little people. Makes me enraged I suppose." He purrs.
Sadeh brings over Khemut after a moment or two. Khemut is going to cat Greater Restoration on Bonnie.
"I feel ya. Taxes, personal guards, kicking sick folk out of the city because they're worried it's contagious even if they have nowhere to go." He grumbles for a few moments before sighing, "The nobles back home could use a good usurping."
Bonnie's eyes flicker for a moment, The magic seeming to wrestle.with whatever is affecting her for a few moments, before the glow dies down, Bonnie seeming more tired as she blinks a couple times, "fuzzy..."
Miranda smiles and gently raised a hand, patting Ozzy on the head. "I will make sure of it."
Sadeh holds her hand "Does anything hurt?"
Ozzy smiles and flicks their hand lightly, "Hey, don't treat me like a kid. I'm probably older than you"
The masked man starts to stand up. The other two try to sit him back down, but he stops them. He slowly reaches up and removes his mask. Quite a few of the same sigils are written on his face. Not in tattoos, but in actual pigmentation. He speaks, smoke coming out of his mouth as his deep voice fills the air. "I was born after my father completed it. It cursed me into this form. I thought you might know a thing or two about it, or at least know someone who can identify it. It is clearly not the work of demons."
Miranda smirks as he tilts his head "I can look around for someone. Wizards and Warlocks pop in here all the time thought Wizards are more inclined to help than a Warlock. You can't go to Clerics and Paladins because they might see you as something to be struck down." He leans across the table "I can tell you basic knowledge of it that you most likely know but other than that, I am drawing a blank."
"Ah, but you are a mercenary, correct? I can pay you handsomely. What is knowledge but a resource, after all?" He puts his back mask on and places a bag of platinum on the table. "F-for your time, sir..." stutters the speaker sycophant, horrified at what just occurred.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The masked man starts to stand up. The other two try to sit him back down, but he stops them. He slowly reaches up and removes his mask. Quite a few of the same sigils are written on his face. Not in tattoos, but in actual pigmentation. He speaks, smoke coming out of his mouth as his deep voice fills the air. "I was born after my father completed it. It cursed me into this form. I thought you might know a thing or two about it, or at least know someone who can identify it. It is clearly not the work of demons."
Miranda smirks as he tilts his head "I can look around for someone. Wizards and Warlocks pop in here all the time thought Wizards are more inclined to help than a Warlock. You can't go to Clerics and Paladins because they might see you as something to be struck down." He leans across the table "I can tell you basic knowledge of it that you most likely know but other than that, I am drawing a blank."
"Ah, but you are a mercenary, correct? I can pay you handsomely. What is knowledge but a resource, after all?" He puts his back mask on and places a bag of platinum on the table. "F-for your time, sir..." stutters the speaker sycophant, horrified at what just occurred.
He chuckles "I don't need money, believe me when I say that." He said and tilted his head "Give to someone else you think could use it, like a beggar or a woman who needs to feed her children." He brushed his hair from his eyes. "I'll get it done for you. No charge. That's not how I work within the network anyways."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Ozzy thinks for a moment, sipping hos fourth drink, "I mostly make little trinkets. I do mechanical stuff." He says, "How about you?"
She nods,bringing her knees to her chest, "I went blind after and... well you know what happened. You eventually found me"
"Long story is that I kill and kidnap nobles and kings and replace them with Zhent people so the poorer class don't have to live under tyranny." He said and shrugged "Short story is I take down governments."
Sadeh smiles "Your okay now." She pets Bonnie's head.
Ozzy, a bit too drunk to really take that into perspective, nods, "Sounds exciting."
Bonnie smiles a little, leaning into her hand
He chuckles "One could say so. To the nobility I'm killing, I'm a pest."
She smiles and grabs a few blankets and pillows, making Bonnie comfy.
"Eh, nobility aren't smart anyways." He says, sipping from his mug
Bonnie's seems content in the blankets, waiting for sadeh to find whoever she needs to find
He laughs "Me and you are going to get along fine then. I don't like them because of what they do to the little people. Makes me enraged I suppose." He purrs.
Sadeh brings over Khemut after a moment or two. Khemut is going to cat Greater Restoration on Bonnie.
"I feel ya. Taxes, personal guards, kicking sick folk out of the city because they're worried it's contagious even if they have nowhere to go." He grumbles for a few moments before sighing, "The nobles back home could use a good usurping."
Bonnie's eyes flicker for a moment, The magic seeming to wrestle.with whatever is affecting her for a few moments, before the glow dies down, Bonnie seeming more tired as she blinks a couple times, "fuzzy..."
Miranda smiles and gently raised a hand, patting Ozzy on the head. "I will make sure of it."
Sadeh holds her hand "Does anything hurt?"
Ozzy smiles and flicks their hand lightly, "Hey, don't treat me like a kid. I'm probably older than you"
"Well, my eyes aren't happy with everything..."
"And how old would that be?" He asked and tilted his head, baring his teeth again.
"To bright?" She asked and tilted her head "the blindness should wear off hopefully."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The masked man starts to stand up. The other two try to sit him back down, but he stops them. He slowly reaches up and removes his mask. Quite a few of the same sigils are written on his face. Not in tattoos, but in actual pigmentation. He speaks, smoke coming out of his mouth as his deep voice fills the air. "I was born after my father completed it. It cursed me into this form. I thought you might know a thing or two about it, or at least know someone who can identify it. It is clearly not the work of demons."
Miranda smirks as he tilts his head "I can look around for someone. Wizards and Warlocks pop in here all the time thought Wizards are more inclined to help than a Warlock. You can't go to Clerics and Paladins because they might see you as something to be struck down." He leans across the table "I can tell you basic knowledge of it that you most likely know but other than that, I am drawing a blank."
"Ah, but you are a mercenary, correct? I can pay you handsomely. What is knowledge but a resource, after all?" He puts his back mask on and places a bag of platinum on the table. "F-for your time, sir..." stutters the speaker sycophant, horrified at what just occurred.
He chuckles "I don't need money, believe me when I say that." He said and tilted his head "Give to someone else you think could use it, like a beggar or a woman who needs to feed her children." He brushed his hair from his eyes. "I'll get it done for you. No charge. That's not how I work within the network anyways."
The masked man chuckles and takes the coins back. "The master thinks you are... a curious individual. But he thinks he will enjoy working with you, and wants you to know that the money will be put to good use as you desire."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The masked man starts to stand up. The other two try to sit him back down, but he stops them. He slowly reaches up and removes his mask. Quite a few of the same sigils are written on his face. Not in tattoos, but in actual pigmentation. He speaks, smoke coming out of his mouth as his deep voice fills the air. "I was born after my father completed it. It cursed me into this form. I thought you might know a thing or two about it, or at least know someone who can identify it. It is clearly not the work of demons."
Miranda smirks as he tilts his head "I can look around for someone. Wizards and Warlocks pop in here all the time thought Wizards are more inclined to help than a Warlock. You can't go to Clerics and Paladins because they might see you as something to be struck down." He leans across the table "I can tell you basic knowledge of it that you most likely know but other than that, I am drawing a blank."
"Ah, but you are a mercenary, correct? I can pay you handsomely. What is knowledge but a resource, after all?" He puts his back mask on and places a bag of platinum on the table. "F-for your time, sir..." stutters the speaker sycophant, horrified at what just occurred.
He chuckles "I don't need money, believe me when I say that." He said and tilted his head "Give to someone else you think could use it, like a beggar or a woman who needs to feed her children." He brushed his hair from his eyes. "I'll get it done for you. No charge. That's not how I work within the network anyways."
The masked man chuckles and takes the coins back. "The master thinks you are... a curious individual. But he thinks he will enjoy working with you, and wants you to know that the money will be put to good use as you desire."
"I like his voice more than yours." He says to the sycophant before turning back to the masked man. "My name is Miranda Fontaine. Pleasure to work with you."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He chuckles "I don't need money, believe me when I say that." He said and tilted his head "Give to someone else you think could use it, like a beggar or a woman who needs to feed her children." He brushed his hair from his eyes. "I'll get it done for you. No charge. That's not how I work within the network anyways."
The masked man chuckles and takes the coins back. "The master thinks you are... a curious individual. But he thinks he will enjoy working with you, and wants you to know that the money will be put to good use as you desire."
"I like his voice more than yours." He says to the sycophant before turning back to the masked man. "My name is Miranda Fontaine. Pleasure to work with you."
The sycophant bows and steps back. His mask falls into his hands, revealing him to be a zombie. "My apologies, sir."
The leader holds out his hand, his black claws piercing his pristine white gloves. "Persephone Greywarden. A pleasure, indeed."
He chuckles "I don't need money, believe me when I say that." He said and tilted his head "Give to someone else you think could use it, like a beggar or a woman who needs to feed her children." He brushed his hair from his eyes. "I'll get it done for you. No charge. That's not how I work within the network anyways."
The masked man chuckles and takes the coins back. "The master thinks you are... a curious individual. But he thinks he will enjoy working with you, and wants you to know that the money will be put to good use as you desire."
"I like his voice more than yours." He says to the sycophant before turning back to the masked man. "My name is Miranda Fontaine. Pleasure to work with you."
The sycophant bows and steps back. His mask falls into his hands, revealing him to be a zombie. "My apologies, sir."
The leader holds out his hand, his black claws piercing his pristine white gloves. "Persephone Greywarden. A pleasure, indeed."
"Killer of men. Formerly the Goddess of Spring known as Kore but later changed mysteriously." Miranda said, remembering the stories off the top of his head. He smiled "The pleasure is all mine." He purred.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
*INTRO TIME >:D. EVEN THO NOVODY IS HERE, IM FINALLY DONE WITH IT*
A younger looking human walks into the village. He looks normal, dressed in a simple outfit of jeans and a gray hoodie. He's slightly under 6ft, with blueish green eyes, pale skin, and short brown hair. By all means a normal commoner, a silvery-grey trinket hanging off a chain looped around his belt
Ozzy smiles and flicks their hand lightly, "Hey, don't treat me like a kid. I'm probably older than you"
"Well, my eyes aren't happy with everything..."
"Ah, but you are a mercenary, correct? I can pay you handsomely. What is knowledge but a resource, after all?" He puts his back mask on and places a bag of platinum on the table. "F-for your time, sir..." stutters the speaker sycophant, horrified at what just occurred.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He chuckles "I don't need money, believe me when I say that." He said and tilted his head "Give to someone else you think could use it, like a beggar or a woman who needs to feed her children." He brushed his hair from his eyes. "I'll get it done for you. No charge. That's not how I work within the network anyways."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"And how old would that be?" He asked and tilted his head, baring his teeth again.
"To bright?" She asked and tilted her head "the blindness should wear off hopefully."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He seems to think for a few moments before checking a book, "Huh, 19."
She nods softly, looking at sadeh for a few moments, "I can see your face, that's good."
"I am older than you." He chuckles "I'm 26" He drinks again.
Sadeh smiles and pulls the blankets a bit higher around her. "That's good at least."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The masked man chuckles and takes the coins back. "The master thinks you are... a curious individual. But he thinks he will enjoy working with you, and wants you to know that the money will be put to good use as you desire."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I like his voice more than yours." He says to the sycophant before turning back to the masked man. "My name is Miranda Fontaine. Pleasure to work with you."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"You look younger than me." Ozzy shrugs, "And I forgot I'm not like 40 years old." He says with a chuckle
Bonnie yawns slightly, "You know when you have panic attack? And you feel tired afterwards?" She asks, mumbling a little
Miranda snorts and laughs out loud, warm and deep. "You forgot your age?"
She nods "That is your body running out of adrenaline. That means you need sleep to heal from its loss."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The sycophant bows and steps back. His mask falls into his hands, revealing him to be a zombie. "My apologies, sir."
The leader holds out his hand, his black claws piercing his pristine white gloves. "Persephone Greywarden. A pleasure, indeed."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Killer of men. Formerly the Goddess of Spring known as Kore but later changed mysteriously." Miranda said, remembering the stories off the top of his head. He smiled "The pleasure is all mine." He purred.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Ozzy smiles, looking at his drink, "Well, up till now I figured I'd be dead before I reached 19" He says, sipping his ale again,
"But sleeping sucks... my dreams are all mean" she says, rubbing her eyes
"Why is that?" Miranda asked, ordering vodka for himself.
"Want me to stay near you?" She asked and tilted her head, sitting down on the ground next to her.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Up till about a week ago I was terminally ill. Doctors didn't think I'd make it to 13 let alone 19." He say, pausing in drinking to talk
She looks down for a few moments, then nods, "Yes please."
*Hi*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
*INTRO TIME >:D. EVEN THO NOVODY IS HERE, IM FINALLY DONE WITH IT*
A younger looking human walks into the village. He looks normal, dressed in a simple outfit of jeans and a gray hoodie. He's slightly under 6ft, with blueish green eyes, pale skin, and short brown hair. By all means a normal commoner, a silvery-grey trinket hanging off a chain looped around his belt
*anyone in existance*
*Hey, Alaric!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I exist*
no more time for dnd