He bows his head and cleans his glasses on his vest. "I'm sorry if I caused you any undue anxiety, friend. I mean no harm."
"Ah, do you talk from experience? Or empathy?'
"Empathy, I'm afraid. I was lucky enough to stay out of the war. My anxiety led to my hands being too shaky to land the shot, even during training. To this day I'm not allowed within a good couple of paces of a gun."
"Ah, so you know of the Human-Covenant war?"
"You hear of a lot of things when you're hiding in the walls and trying not to be heard yourself. People always talked about how outside was filled with barbarians, and how the war was coming and we needed to protect ourselves."
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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.
A beam of light descends from the sky, within its grasp is an older human gentleman. He has short, neatly cut silver hair, luminous golden eyes that pour our light, and is dressed in an impeccable black suit with a golden chain connected to his pocket. He flaunts his wealth in terms of gold with earrings, rings, and a golden band necklace.
He tucks his hand behind him and looks around, at the tavern and then at the ground. "Oh my... How revolting." He huffed as his face drew up in disgust.
“My oh my,” says a deep voice from a nearby tree. “Looks like some fancy folk just came to town.” A cloud of smoke drifts by.
"Indeed, a cut above the rest." He beams, smirking to himself.
A giant possibly twelve feet tall steps out of the branches. His gangly arms sway by his side and his rough mane of hair is filled with leaves a twigs. He is bare chested and hairy and holds a smoking cigar up to his lips, “Even the juiciest fruit rots among the roots.” He takes a long draw from his cigar.
He chuckles "I can personally assure I am not dying anytime soon." He smiled prettily.
“Most don’t plan on it.” A huge cloud of acrid smoke blasts towards you, “Now where did you graciously deign from?”
"Well I did rule a good sized kingdom for a good while but I decided to give it up to the little people because they deserve something in their meager existence." He smiled again.
“How generous of you. What’re you doing here Chuckles, when you might be late to your job interview for the position of god?”
Smelling the feeling in the chaos in the air, the nobleman follows the scent to farm where the Hexblood sits.
The hexblood doesn't seem to notice the nobleman, too wrapped up in his intense, sad song. The nobleman has never heard a song like this before. All rough and angsty. Very dramatic. Despite this, the man looks very approachable.
The nobleman misty steps behind him and leans on the back of the chair, listening. "Why hello there. What music you produce."
He stops the song and looks up. "Thank you kindly, sir. I wrote it myself. It isn't finished yet, but it helps calm my mind to work on it."
"Calm? To work upon what I suppose I should ask instead." He asked, raising a brow.
"I do a lot of different things. I make music, farm pumpkins, cook, and even work with wax figures from time to time. Anything to keep the crows away, you know?"
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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.
He bows his head and cleans his glasses on his vest. "I'm sorry if I caused you any undue anxiety, friend. I mean no harm."
"Ah, do you talk from experience? Or empathy?'
"Empathy, I'm afraid. I was lucky enough to stay out of the war. My anxiety led to my hands being too shaky to land the shot, even during training. To this day I'm not allowed within a good couple of paces of a gun."
"Ah, so you know of the Human-Covenant war?"
"You hear of a lot of things when you're hiding in the walls and trying not to be heard yourself. People always talked about how outside was filled with barbarians, and how the war was coming and we needed to protect ourselves."
"Barbarians... they must speak of the Jiralhanae." (the brutes)
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
"You hear of a lot of things when you're hiding in the walls and trying not to be heard yourself. People always talked about how outside was filled with barbarians, and how the war was coming and we needed to protect ourselves."
"Barbarians... they must speak of the Jiralhanae." (the brutes)
"Maybe. You'd know better than I."
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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.
A beam of light descends from the sky, within its grasp is an older human gentleman. He has short, neatly cut silver hair, luminous golden eyes that pour our light, and is dressed in an impeccable black suit with a golden chain connected to his pocket. He flaunts his wealth in terms of gold with earrings, rings, and a golden band necklace.
He tucks his hand behind him and looks around, at the tavern and then at the ground. "Oh my... How revolting." He huffed as his face drew up in disgust.
“My oh my,” says a deep voice from a nearby tree. “Looks like some fancy folk just came to town.” A cloud of smoke drifts by.
"Indeed, a cut above the rest." He beams, smirking to himself.
A giant possibly twelve feet tall steps out of the branches. His gangly arms sway by his side and his rough mane of hair is filled with leaves a twigs. He is bare chested and hairy and holds a smoking cigar up to his lips, “Even the juiciest fruit rots among the roots.” He takes a long draw from his cigar.
He chuckles "I can personally assure I am not dying anytime soon." He smiled prettily.
“Most don’t plan on it.” A huge cloud of acrid smoke blasts towards you, “Now where did you graciously deign from?”
"Well I did rule a good sized kingdom for a good while but I decided to give it up to the little people because they deserve something in their meager existence." He smiled again.
“How generous of you. What’re you doing here Chuckles, when you might be late to your job interview for the position of god?”
"They sent me down here to try and get rid of the folks they don't like. I'm a hunter of sorts but you 'people' call me a serial killer."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Smelling the feeling in the chaos in the air, the nobleman follows the scent to farm where the Hexblood sits.
The hexblood doesn't seem to notice the nobleman, too wrapped up in his intense, sad song. The nobleman has never heard a song like this before. All rough and angsty. Very dramatic. Despite this, the man looks very approachable.
The nobleman misty steps behind him and leans on the back of the chair, listening. "Why hello there. What music you produce."
He stops the song and looks up. "Thank you kindly, sir. I wrote it myself. It isn't finished yet, but it helps calm my mind to work on it."
"Calm? To work upon what I suppose I should ask instead." He asked, raising a brow.
"I do a lot of different things. I make music, farm pumpkins, cook, and even work with wax figures from time to time. Anything to keep the crows away, you know?"
"Ugh, farm work sounds awful." He said, rolling his glowing eyes. "All that muck and dirt."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"You hear of a lot of things when you're hiding in the walls and trying not to be heard yourself. People always talked about how outside was filled with barbarians, and how the war was coming and we needed to protect ourselves."
"Barbarians... they must speak of the Jiralhanae." (the brutes)
A beam of light descends from the sky, within its grasp is an older human gentleman. He has short, neatly cut silver hair, luminous golden eyes that pour our light, and is dressed in an impeccable black suit with a golden chain connected to his pocket. He flaunts his wealth in terms of gold with earrings, rings, and a golden band necklace.
He tucks his hand behind him and looks around, at the tavern and then at the ground. "Oh my... How revolting." He huffed as his face drew up in disgust.
“My oh my,” says a deep voice from a nearby tree. “Looks like some fancy folk just came to town.” A cloud of smoke drifts by.
"Indeed, a cut above the rest." He beams, smirking to himself.
A giant possibly twelve feet tall steps out of the branches. His gangly arms sway by his side and his rough mane of hair is filled with leaves a twigs. He is bare chested and hairy and holds a smoking cigar up to his lips, “Even the juiciest fruit rots among the roots.” He takes a long draw from his cigar.
He chuckles "I can personally assure I am not dying anytime soon." He smiled prettily.
“Most don’t plan on it.” A huge cloud of acrid smoke blasts towards you, “Now where did you graciously deign from?”
"Well I did rule a good sized kingdom for a good while but I decided to give it up to the little people because they deserve something in their meager existence." He smiled again.
“How generous of you. What’re you doing here Chuckles, when you might be late to your job interview for the position of god?”
"They sent me down here to try and get rid of the folks they don't like. I'm a hunter of sorts but you 'people' call me a serial killer."
He takes a long draw on his cigar, “Who are they and who don’t they like?”
Can we take this somewhere less active? I keep getting ninjaed
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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
A beam of light descends from the sky, within its grasp is an older human gentleman. He has short, neatly cut silver hair, luminous golden eyes that pour our light, and is dressed in an impeccable black suit with a golden chain connected to his pocket. He flaunts his wealth in terms of gold with earrings, rings, and a golden band necklace.
He tucks his hand behind him and looks around, at the tavern and then at the ground. "Oh my... How revolting." He huffed as his face drew up in disgust.
“My oh my,” says a deep voice from a nearby tree. “Looks like some fancy folk just came to town.” A cloud of smoke drifts by.
"Indeed, a cut above the rest." He beams, smirking to himself.
A giant possibly twelve feet tall steps out of the branches. His gangly arms sway by his side and his rough mane of hair is filled with leaves a twigs. He is bare chested and hairy and holds a smoking cigar up to his lips, “Even the juiciest fruit rots among the roots.” He takes a long draw from his cigar.
He chuckles "I can personally assure I am not dying anytime soon." He smiled prettily.
“Most don’t plan on it.” A huge cloud of acrid smoke blasts towards you, “Now where did you graciously deign from?”
"Well I did rule a good sized kingdom for a good while but I decided to give it up to the little people because they deserve something in their meager existence." He smiled again.
“How generous of you. What’re you doing here Chuckles, when you might be late to your job interview for the position of god?”
"They sent me down here to try and get rid of the folks they don't like. I'm a hunter of sorts but you 'people' call me a serial killer."
He takes a long draw on his cigar, “Who are they and who don’t they like?”
"Most people. But tieflings and things that defy natural order." He shrugs and grins, clasping his hands being his back.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Smelling the feeling in the chaos in the air, the nobleman follows the scent to farm where the Hexblood sits.
The hexblood doesn't seem to notice the nobleman, too wrapped up in his intense, sad song. The nobleman has never heard a song like this before. All rough and angsty. Very dramatic. Despite this, the man looks very approachable.
The nobleman misty steps behind him and leans on the back of the chair, listening. "Why hello there. What music you produce."
He stops the song and looks up. "Thank you kindly, sir. I wrote it myself. It isn't finished yet, but it helps calm my mind to work on it."
"Calm? To work upon what I suppose I should ask instead." He asked, raising a brow.
"I do a lot of different things. I make music, farm pumpkins, cook, and even work with wax figures from time to time. Anything to keep the crows away, you know?"
"Ugh, farm work sounds awful." He said, rolling his glowing eyes. "All that muck and dirt."
He shrugs. "Well, you get used to it. It's nice to know that you're in control of your own life, and growing your own food is a good way to get some of that control. Plus, it keeps me healthy. What's your name, sir? If you don't mind me asking."
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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.
"You hear of a lot of things when you're hiding in the walls and trying not to be heard yourself. People always talked about how outside was filled with barbarians, and how the war was coming and we needed to protect ourselves."
"Barbarians... they must speak of the Jiralhanae." (the brutes)
"Maybe. You'd know better than I."
"Oafs, all of them..."
"Hey, now, they can't all be bad."
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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.
"You hear of a lot of things when you're hiding in the walls and trying not to be heard yourself. People always talked about how outside was filled with barbarians, and how the war was coming and we needed to protect ourselves."
"Barbarians... they must speak of the Jiralhanae." (the brutes)
He takes a long draw on his cigar, “Who are they and who don’t they like?”
"Most people. But tieflings and things that defy natural order." He shrugs and grins, clasping his hands being his back.
"What about angry, chain smoking, tree giants? Do they defy the natural order?" He seems to grow a little taller and the surrounding branches begin to whisper in anticipation.
Smelling the feeling in the chaos in the air, the nobleman follows the scent to farm where the Hexblood sits.
The hexblood doesn't seem to notice the nobleman, too wrapped up in his intense, sad song. The nobleman has never heard a song like this before. All rough and angsty. Very dramatic. Despite this, the man looks very approachable.
The nobleman misty steps behind him and leans on the back of the chair, listening. "Why hello there. What music you produce."
He stops the song and looks up. "Thank you kindly, sir. I wrote it myself. It isn't finished yet, but it helps calm my mind to work on it."
"Calm? To work upon what I suppose I should ask instead." He asked, raising a brow.
"I do a lot of different things. I make music, farm pumpkins, cook, and even work with wax figures from time to time. Anything to keep the crows away, you know?"
"Ugh, farm work sounds awful." He said, rolling his glowing eyes. "All that muck and dirt."
He shrugs. "Well, you get used to it. It's nice to know that you're in control of your own life, and growing your own food is a good way to get some of that control. Plus, it keeps me healthy. What's your name, sir? If you don't mind me asking."
"My name is Duke Richard Anatrus. And what about you?" He tilts his head, smiling a bit.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He takes a long draw on his cigar, “Who are they and who don’t they like?”
"Most people. But tieflings and things that defy natural order." He shrugs and grins, clasping his hands being his back.
"What about angry, chain smoking, tree giants? Do they defy the natural order?" He seems to grow a little taller and the surrounding branches begin to whisper in anticipation.
"On my list, they should be." His tone his cold but he beams anyways. "They should be turned into firewood just like their trees."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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"You hear of a lot of things when you're hiding in the walls and trying not to be heard yourself. People always talked about how outside was filled with barbarians, and how the war was coming and we needed to protect ourselves."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“How generous of you. What’re you doing here Chuckles, when you might be late to your job interview for the position of god?”
*hoi*
psychopath ^-^
"I do a lot of different things. I make music, farm pumpkins, cook, and even work with wax figures from time to time. Anything to keep the crows away, you know?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Barbarians... they must speak of the Jiralhanae." (the brutes)
*hoi*
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
"Maybe. You'd know better than I."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"They sent me down here to try and get rid of the folks they don't like. I'm a hunter of sorts but you 'people' call me a serial killer."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Ugh, farm work sounds awful." He said, rolling his glowing eyes. "All that muck and dirt."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Oafs, all of them..."
*open chars?*
psychopath ^-^
He takes a long draw on his cigar, “Who are they and who don’t they like?”
Can we take this somewhere less active? I keep getting ninjaed
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
"Most people. But tieflings and things that defy natural order." He shrugs and grins, clasping his hands being his back.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He shrugs. "Well, you get used to it. It's nice to know that you're in control of your own life, and growing your own food is a good way to get some of that control. Plus, it keeps me healthy. What's your name, sir? If you don't mind me asking."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Hey, now, they can't all be bad."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well, I know of none who were decent."
"What about angry, chain smoking, tree giants? Do they defy the natural order?" He seems to grow a little taller and the surrounding branches begin to whisper in anticipation.
"My name is Duke Richard Anatrus. And what about you?" He tilts his head, smiling a bit.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"On my list, they should be." His tone his cold but he beams anyways. "They should be turned into firewood just like their trees."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]