So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
"Perhaps... you could move them to my plane? But that wouldn't be much better..." The Egregore begins to pace as well.
"I see! So that diving suit isn't just for show, huh?"
"I could take them to Feywild by then they would be chased and hunted again for being ugly.." He said and sighed, leaning on his pitchfork "I'm so tired.."
"No. This is my skin... Well, exoskeleton I should say." He said quietly "Would you like your cuts wrapped in paper?"
"Well... it seems we need to take some extreme measures. Have you heard of Elder Evils?"
The man looks slightly ashamed of his own rudeness. "Yes please."
"Perhaps... you could move them to my plane? But that wouldn't be much better..." The Egregore begins to pace as well.
"I see! So that diving suit isn't just for show, huh?"
"I could take them to Feywild by then they would be chased and hunted again for being ugly.." He said and sighed, leaning on his pitchfork "I'm so tired.."
"No. This is my skin... Well, exoskeleton I should say." He said quietly "Would you like your cuts wrapped in paper?"
"Well... it seems we need to take some extreme measures. Have you heard of Elder Evils?"
The man looks slightly ashamed of his own rudeness. "Yes please."
He nods "Once or twice.. What do you have in mind?" He asked.
He nods and tilts his head "Who are you if I may ask? The human form doesn't suit you very well, it's like a coat that's too small." He said and began to wrap them.
"Well... it seems we need to take some extreme measures. Have you heard of Elder Evils?"
The man looks slightly ashamed of his own rudeness. "Yes please."
He nods "Once or twice.. What do you have in mind?" He asked.
He nods and tilts his head "Who are you if I may ask? The human form doesn't suit you very well, it's like a coat that's too small." He said and began to wrap them.
"Well, they are anathema to the gods. And I happen to know one that isn't quite pure evil..."
He looks a bit self-conscious "Sytosc, High Critic of the Great Ones. Sometimes simply called The Judge, but I don't like that name since it sounds too confrontational. I'm a kind of talent scout."
"Well... it seems we need to take some extreme measures. Have you heard of Elder Evils?"
The man looks slightly ashamed of his own rudeness. "Yes please."
He nods "Once or twice.. What do you have in mind?" He asked.
He nods and tilts his head "Who are you if I may ask? The human form doesn't suit you very well, it's like a coat that's too small." He said and began to wrap them.
"Well, they are anathema to the gods. And I happen to know one that isn't quite pure evil..."
He looks a bit self-conscious "Sytosc, High Critic of the Great Ones. Sometimes simply called The Judge, but I don't like that name since it sounds too confrontational. I'm a kind of talent scout."
"Hm.." He said and tilted his head, giving Egregore a small worried smile "Should I be worried about who you find along your path?"
"Mn. I used to know three people called Judge, Jury, and Executioner. They were loud.." He said "Sorry about being blunt about your form. I just like your real form compared to what you wear now. Being real is better than hiding it..."
"Well, they are anathema to the gods. And I happen to know one that isn't quite pure evil..."
He looks a bit self-conscious "Sytosc, High Critic of the Great Ones. Sometimes simply called The Judge, but I don't like that name since it sounds too confrontational. I'm a kind of talent scout."
"Hm.." He said and tilted his head, giving Egregore a small worried smile "Should I be worried about who you find along your path?"
"Mn. I used to know three people called Judge, Jury, and Executioner. They were loud.." He said "Sorry about being blunt about your form. I just like your real form compared to what you wear now. Being real is better than hiding it..."
"Incredibly. You wanna crack open an amber sarcophagus?"
"No, no, if I can dish out criticism, I should be able to take it. However, I will say that what you see behind my disguise is... merely representative. A fingertip, in essence. It walks, talks, manipulates, experiences things... but it's only a small piece of me. I exist in four spatial dimensions. I'm really very, very big, but I find it better to be unobtrusive. You know, for my job."
"Well, they are anathema to the gods. And I happen to know one that isn't quite pure evil..."
He looks a bit self-conscious "Sytosc, High Critic of the Great Ones. Sometimes simply called The Judge, but I don't like that name since it sounds too confrontational. I'm a kind of talent scout."
"Hm.." He said and tilted his head, giving Egregore a small worried smile "Should I be worried about who you find along your path?"
"Mn. I used to know three people called Judge, Jury, and Executioner. They were loud.." He said "Sorry about being blunt about your form. I just like your real form compared to what you wear now. Being real is better than hiding it..."
"Incredibly. You wanna crack open an amber sarcophagus?"
"No, no, if I can dish out criticism, I should be able to take it. However, I will say that what you see behind my disguise is... merely representative. A fingertip, in essence. It walks, talks, manipulates, experiences things... but it's only a small piece of me. I exist in four spatial dimensions. I'm really very, very big, but I find it better to be unobtrusive. You know, for my job."
He nods "Lead the way my friend, I shall follow you to where you want me to go."
"Multiple dimensional being, This is but a picture of your true form in this reality when you are really everywhere." He said and tilted his head "Broken amongst planes, scattered across dimensions.."
"Incredibly. You wanna crack open an amber sarcophagus?"
"No, no, if I can dish out criticism, I should be able to take it. However, I will say that what you see behind my disguise is... merely representative. A fingertip, in essence. It walks, talks, manipulates, experiences things... but it's only a small piece of me. I exist in four spatial dimensions. I'm really very, very big, but I find it better to be unobtrusive. You know, for my job."
He nods "Lead the way my friend, I shall follow you to where you want me to go."
"Multiple dimensional being, This is but a picture of your true form in this reality when you are really everywhere." He said and tilted his head "Broken amongst planes, scattered across dimensions.."
The Egregore smiles and heads for his trailer. "I've been using it as a companion for a long time. It's very calm and almost friendly. Keeps all-nighters from being boring."
He scoffs jokingly. "I can't find anything to dispute there, but that is a very, very dark interpretation. I'm really mostly only on two planes, this one and the Somewhere, which is sort of sideways to this plane, if that makes sense. Your language doesn't have words for its spatial relationship, but this plane is inside the Somewhere. No, that's wrong. It's part of the Somewhere."
Donn is outside, standing beside a burning tree, watching it go up in smoke and flames. He has a raging look on his face, anger seeping over his eyes and his form. A few bodies of his children are strewn about, swords and sigils piercing their bodies from a so-called 'God of Light'.
The mimic-thing is curled up next to a tree, waving around sticks it found so it looks a bit like a porcupine. It looks like it is trying to catch the fruit that is above it, hanging from the tree limbs.
Jackson is outside, standing within the crumbling ruins of an old temple. He is checking his map over and over again, muttering to himself while he holds a ball of light, trying to find a certain path.
*O.o I swear I had nothing to do with the dead kids*
Jubilee is crouched over the mimic thing curiously
-feel free to pick any of my other characters for these, I just can't brain properly-
The thing seems to notice Jubilee and waves a stick at them, making a variety of noises.
Jubilee smiles, poking the creature with her own stick
It squeaks as one of its mouths tries to bite at her stick.
She lwts it bite tye stick, watching curiously
It hisses and clamps on to the stick like how a fisherman would reel in a fish.
She raises the slime over her head triumphantly with a laugh
It screeches and drops on her head and then promptly to the ground.
The kobold screeches, flopping backward when the mimic lands on her head
It screeches back, mimicking her.
*WOOO, JUST FINISHED BIOLOGY FINALS*
This causes her to screech at it more
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A rather chinky tabby cat with two sets of hawk wings.
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
(hello)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"Huh, a tressym. Got a master?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I am no Tressym!" He mrowed "I am Tidus! Cherub of his lordship, Torm!"
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
(anyone open?)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"Well... it seems we need to take some extreme measures. Have you heard of Elder Evils?"
The man looks slightly ashamed of his own rudeness. "Yes please."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He nods "Once or twice.. What do you have in mind?" He asked.
He nods and tilts his head "Who are you if I may ask? The human form doesn't suit you very well, it's like a coat that's too small." He said and began to wrap them.
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
*Oh right. I remember Raphael and them talking over at Lord's Rest*
"Oh, my apologies." They state, startled a bit. "um... pleasure to meet you?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Well, they are anathema to the gods. And I happen to know one that isn't quite pure evil..."
He looks a bit self-conscious "Sytosc, High Critic of the Great Ones. Sometimes simply called The Judge, but I don't like that name since it sounds too confrontational. I'm a kind of talent scout."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It smiles and nods "Its okay." he said and padded over, jumping on their lap.
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 divine mission are you on, your celestialness?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Hm.." He said and tilted his head, giving Egregore a small worried smile "Should I be worried about who you find along your path?"
"Mn. I used to know three people called Judge, Jury, and Executioner. They were loud.." He said "Sorry about being blunt about your form. I just like your real form compared to what you wear now. Being real is better than hiding it..."
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
"Incredibly. You wanna crack open an amber sarcophagus?"
"No, no, if I can dish out criticism, I should be able to take it. However, I will say that what you see behind my disguise is... merely representative. A fingertip, in essence. It walks, talks, manipulates, experiences things... but it's only a small piece of me. I exist in four spatial dimensions. I'm really very, very big, but I find it better to be unobtrusive. You know, for my job."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He nods "Lead the way my friend, I shall follow you to where you want me to go."
"Multiple dimensional being, This is but a picture of your true form in this reality when you are really everywhere." He said and tilted his head "Broken amongst planes, scattered across dimensions.."
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
"Making people happy." He chirped.
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
"Huh, cool. Um... How long have you been serving?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"About three trillion years now. What about you? How long have you been alive?"
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 Egregore smiles and heads for his trailer. "I've been using it as a companion for a long time. It's very calm and almost friendly. Keeps all-nighters from being boring."
He scoffs jokingly. "I can't find anything to dispute there, but that is a very, very dark interpretation. I'm really mostly only on two planes, this one and the Somewhere, which is sort of sideways to this plane, if that makes sense. Your language doesn't have words for its spatial relationship, but this plane is inside the Somewhere. No, that's wrong. It's part of the Somewhere."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I don't know. At least 150 or so. I know I've died only like 9 times, but the feywild makes time weird."
*Man, now I want Raphael and Tidus to actually talk now*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*WOOO, JUST FINISHED BIOLOGY FINALS*
This causes her to screech at it more