A small vase on the desk explodes. "You are crossing a line you DONT want to cross."
He chuckles, narrowing his eyes. "So you were. That makes sense. That is why you only know how to instill fear." the room seems to turn a bit misty as Richard appears beside him.
"You dont know what i've been through.."
(Gonna need a CON save) A beam of light suddenly wraps around the sith's throat and pulls him towards Richard. The man smiles and tilts his head "I know enough from a little conversation. You would flourish under me. Learn to be a better leader for your troops so you can take over any world you want"
CON: 31
It doesn't burn his skin but it's uncomfortably warm. Richard smiles and narrows his eyes, staring into the sith's. "Your name, please. I want to know it."
"Why should i tell you?" he snarls
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A small vase on the desk explodes. "You are crossing a line you DONT want to cross."
He chuckles, narrowing his eyes. "So you were. That makes sense. That is why you only know how to instill fear." the room seems to turn a bit misty as Richard appears beside him.
"You dont know what i've been through.."
(Gonna need a CON save) A beam of light suddenly wraps around the sith's throat and pulls him towards Richard. The man smiles and tilts his head "I know enough from a little conversation. You would flourish under me. Learn to be a better leader for your troops so you can take over any world you want"
CON: 31
It doesn't burn his skin but it's uncomfortably warm. Richard smiles and narrows his eyes, staring into the sith's. "Your name, please. I want to know it."
"Why should i tell you?" he snarls
"Because it would be the first step to being a better leader." He says and smiles "Or I can rip it from your mind painfully. Your choice."
A small vase on the desk explodes. "You are crossing a line you DONT want to cross."
He chuckles, narrowing his eyes. "So you were. That makes sense. That is why you only know how to instill fear." the room seems to turn a bit misty as Richard appears beside him.
"You dont know what i've been through.."
(Gonna need a CON save) A beam of light suddenly wraps around the sith's throat and pulls him towards Richard. The man smiles and tilts his head "I know enough from a little conversation. You would flourish under me. Learn to be a better leader for your troops so you can take over any world you want"
CON: 31
It doesn't burn his skin but it's uncomfortably warm. Richard smiles and narrows his eyes, staring into the sith's. "Your name, please. I want to know it."
"Why should i tell you?" he snarls
"Because it would be the first step to being a better leader." He says and smiles "Or I can rip it from your mind painfully. Your choice."
"You dont scare me." he says.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A small vase on the desk explodes. "You are crossing a line you DONT want to cross."
He chuckles, narrowing his eyes. "So you were. That makes sense. That is why you only know how to instill fear." the room seems to turn a bit misty as Richard appears beside him.
"You dont know what i've been through.."
(Gonna need a CON save) A beam of light suddenly wraps around the sith's throat and pulls him towards Richard. The man smiles and tilts his head "I know enough from a little conversation. You would flourish under me. Learn to be a better leader for your troops so you can take over any world you want"
CON: 31
It doesn't burn his skin but it's uncomfortably warm. Richard smiles and narrows his eyes, staring into the sith's. "Your name, please. I want to know it."
"Why should i tell you?" he snarls
"Because it would be the first step to being a better leader." He says and smiles "Or I can rip it from your mind painfully. Your choice."
"You dont scare me." he says.
"I know. But I would like to give you a choice. I can do it one way or another, one involving unnecessary pain or the way where we are both happy." He says and boops the sith's nose.
A small vase on the desk explodes. "You are crossing a line you DONT want to cross."
He chuckles, narrowing his eyes. "So you were. That makes sense. That is why you only know how to instill fear." the room seems to turn a bit misty as Richard appears beside him.
"You dont know what i've been through.."
(Gonna need a CON save) A beam of light suddenly wraps around the sith's throat and pulls him towards Richard. The man smiles and tilts his head "I know enough from a little conversation. You would flourish under me. Learn to be a better leader for your troops so you can take over any world you want"
CON: 31
It doesn't burn his skin but it's uncomfortably warm. Richard smiles and narrows his eyes, staring into the sith's. "Your name, please. I want to know it."
"Why should i tell you?" he snarls
"Because it would be the first step to being a better leader." He says and smiles "Or I can rip it from your mind painfully. Your choice."
"You dont scare me." he says.
"I know. But I would like to give you a choice. I can do it one way or another, one involving unnecessary pain or the way where we are both happy." He says and boops the sith's nose.
"I am nothing but pain!" he growls, confused by them booping his mask.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A small vase on the desk explodes. "You are crossing a line you DONT want to cross."
He chuckles, narrowing his eyes. "So you were. That makes sense. That is why you only know how to instill fear." the room seems to turn a bit misty as Richard appears beside him.
"You dont know what i've been through.."
(Gonna need a CON save) A beam of light suddenly wraps around the sith's throat and pulls him towards Richard. The man smiles and tilts his head "I know enough from a little conversation. You would flourish under me. Learn to be a better leader for your troops so you can take over any world you want"
CON: 31
It doesn't burn his skin but it's uncomfortably warm. Richard smiles and narrows his eyes, staring into the sith's. "Your name, please. I want to know it."
"Why should i tell you?" he snarls
"Because it would be the first step to being a better leader." He says and smiles "Or I can rip it from your mind painfully. Your choice."
"You dont scare me." he says.
"I know. But I would like to give you a choice. I can do it one way or another, one involving unnecessary pain or the way where we are both happy." He says and boops the sith's nose.
"I am nothing but pain!" he growls, confused by them booping his mask.
"And yelling it seems." Richard huffed and made a complicated hand signal, his eyes glowing white. "Until you are ready to tell me your name, this band around your neck will be a curse. It will take your voice away."
A small vase on the desk explodes. "You are crossing a line you DONT want to cross."
He chuckles, narrowing his eyes. "So you were. That makes sense. That is why you only know how to instill fear." the room seems to turn a bit misty as Richard appears beside him.
"You dont know what i've been through.."
(Gonna need a CON save) A beam of light suddenly wraps around the sith's throat and pulls him towards Richard. The man smiles and tilts his head "I know enough from a little conversation. You would flourish under me. Learn to be a better leader for your troops so you can take over any world you want"
CON: 31
It doesn't burn his skin but it's uncomfortably warm. Richard smiles and narrows his eyes, staring into the sith's. "Your name, please. I want to know it."
"Why should i tell you?" he snarls
"Because it would be the first step to being a better leader." He says and smiles "Or I can rip it from your mind painfully. Your choice."
"You dont scare me." he says.
"I know. But I would like to give you a choice. I can do it one way or another, one involving unnecessary pain or the way where we are both happy." He says and boops the sith's nose.
"I am nothing but pain!" he growls, confused by them booping his mask.
"And yelling it seems." Richard huffed and made a complicated hand signal, his eyes glowing white. "Until you are ready to tell me your name, this band around your neck will be a curse. It will take your voice away."
There is a flutter of pain in his eyes. "Fine fine fine."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A small vase on the desk explodes. "You are crossing a line you DONT want to cross."
He chuckles, narrowing his eyes. "So you were. That makes sense. That is why you only know how to instill fear." the room seems to turn a bit misty as Richard appears beside him.
"You dont know what i've been through.."
(Gonna need a CON save) A beam of light suddenly wraps around the sith's throat and pulls him towards Richard. The man smiles and tilts his head "I know enough from a little conversation. You would flourish under me. Learn to be a better leader for your troops so you can take over any world you want"
CON: 31
It doesn't burn his skin but it's uncomfortably warm. Richard smiles and narrows his eyes, staring into the sith's. "Your name, please. I want to know it."
"Why should i tell you?" he snarls
"Because it would be the first step to being a better leader." He says and smiles "Or I can rip it from your mind painfully. Your choice."
"You dont scare me." he says.
"I know. But I would like to give you a choice. I can do it one way or another, one involving unnecessary pain or the way where we are both happy." He says and boops the sith's nose.
"I am nothing but pain!" he growls, confused by them booping his mask.
"And yelling it seems." Richard huffed and made a complicated hand signal, his eyes glowing white. "Until you are ready to tell me your name, this band around your neck will be a curse. It will take your voice away."
There is a flutter of pain in his eyes. "Fine fine fine."
"Good." He said and snapped his fingers, the band disappearing. "Now tell me."
A small vase on the desk explodes. "You are crossing a line you DONT want to cross."
He chuckles, narrowing his eyes. "So you were. That makes sense. That is why you only know how to instill fear." the room seems to turn a bit misty as Richard appears beside him.
"You dont know what i've been through.."
(Gonna need a CON save) A beam of light suddenly wraps around the sith's throat and pulls him towards Richard. The man smiles and tilts his head "I know enough from a little conversation. You would flourish under me. Learn to be a better leader for your troops so you can take over any world you want"
CON: 31
It doesn't burn his skin but it's uncomfortably warm. Richard smiles and narrows his eyes, staring into the sith's. "Your name, please. I want to know it."
"Why should i tell you?" he snarls
"Because it would be the first step to being a better leader." He says and smiles "Or I can rip it from your mind painfully. Your choice."
"You dont scare me." he says.
"I know. But I would like to give you a choice. I can do it one way or another, one involving unnecessary pain or the way where we are both happy." He says and boops the sith's nose.
"I am nothing but pain!" he growls, confused by them booping his mask.
"And yelling it seems." Richard huffed and made a complicated hand signal, his eyes glowing white. "Until you are ready to tell me your name, this band around your neck will be a curse. It will take your voice away."
There is a flutter of pain in his eyes. "Fine fine fine."
"Good." He said and snapped his fingers, the band disappearing. "Now tell me."
"I am Inquisitor Felurian."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The hexblood(?) farmer(?) is in his smoldering shed, building scarecrows while muttering to himself. He looks mostly normal again.
There is a noise in the shed, up in the ceiling. Something is getting knocked down and there is fluttering of wings as a turkey vulture aarakocra, a child one it seems, falls from its hiding space.
A small vase on the desk explodes. "You are crossing a line you DONT want to cross."
He chuckles, narrowing his eyes. "So you were. That makes sense. That is why you only know how to instill fear." the room seems to turn a bit misty as Richard appears beside him.
"You dont know what i've been through.."
(Gonna need a CON save) A beam of light suddenly wraps around the sith's throat and pulls him towards Richard. The man smiles and tilts his head "I know enough from a little conversation. You would flourish under me. Learn to be a better leader for your troops so you can take over any world you want"
CON: 31
It doesn't burn his skin but it's uncomfortably warm. Richard smiles and narrows his eyes, staring into the sith's. "Your name, please. I want to know it."
"Why should i tell you?" he snarls
"Because it would be the first step to being a better leader." He says and smiles "Or I can rip it from your mind painfully. Your choice."
"You dont scare me." he says.
"I know. But I would like to give you a choice. I can do it one way or another, one involving unnecessary pain or the way where we are both happy." He says and boops the sith's nose.
"I am nothing but pain!" he growls, confused by them booping his mask.
"And yelling it seems." Richard huffed and made a complicated hand signal, his eyes glowing white. "Until you are ready to tell me your name, this band around your neck will be a curse. It will take your voice away."
There is a flutter of pain in his eyes. "Fine fine fine."
"Good." He said and snapped his fingers, the band disappearing. "Now tell me."
"I am Inquisitor Felurian."
"Pleasure to finally get to know you," Richard said and smirked. He turned and sat down in the inquisitor's chair.
A small vase on the desk explodes. "You are crossing a line you DONT want to cross."
He chuckles, narrowing his eyes. "So you were. That makes sense. That is why you only know how to instill fear." the room seems to turn a bit misty as Richard appears beside him.
"You dont know what i've been through.."
(Gonna need a CON save) A beam of light suddenly wraps around the sith's throat and pulls him towards Richard. The man smiles and tilts his head "I know enough from a little conversation. You would flourish under me. Learn to be a better leader for your troops so you can take over any world you want"
CON: 31
It doesn't burn his skin but it's uncomfortably warm. Richard smiles and narrows his eyes, staring into the sith's. "Your name, please. I want to know it."
"Why should i tell you?" he snarls
"Because it would be the first step to being a better leader." He says and smiles "Or I can rip it from your mind painfully. Your choice."
"You dont scare me." he says.
"I know. But I would like to give you a choice. I can do it one way or another, one involving unnecessary pain or the way where we are both happy." He says and boops the sith's nose.
"I am nothing but pain!" he growls, confused by them booping his mask.
"And yelling it seems." Richard huffed and made a complicated hand signal, his eyes glowing white. "Until you are ready to tell me your name, this band around your neck will be a curse. It will take your voice away."
There is a flutter of pain in his eyes. "Fine fine fine."
"Good." He said and snapped his fingers, the band disappearing. "Now tell me."
"I am Inquisitor Felurian."
"Pleasure to finally get to know you," Richard said and smirked. He turned and sat down in the inquisitor's chair.
His jaw clenched tightly, ander pouring off of him
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The hexblood(?) farmer(?) is in his smoldering shed, building scarecrows while muttering to himself. He looks mostly normal again.
Troopers walk by, indifferent.
He looks over, then turns to a random chair that somehow survived the fire, looking a few inches above the back. "You were wrong this time. No, that's the third time now. That time still counts. I'm going back to work, please don't bother me." He then continues making scarecrows.
*small note, truesight does not reveal him to be a shapeshifted or illusion-wrapped creature, and he doesn't appear to be talking to an invisible creature.*
A small vase on the desk explodes. "You are crossing a line you DONT want to cross."
He chuckles, narrowing his eyes. "So you were. That makes sense. That is why you only know how to instill fear." the room seems to turn a bit misty as Richard appears beside him.
"You dont know what i've been through.."
(Gonna need a CON save) A beam of light suddenly wraps around the sith's throat and pulls him towards Richard. The man smiles and tilts his head "I know enough from a little conversation. You would flourish under me. Learn to be a better leader for your troops so you can take over any world you want"
CON: 31
It doesn't burn his skin but it's uncomfortably warm. Richard smiles and narrows his eyes, staring into the sith's. "Your name, please. I want to know it."
"Why should i tell you?" he snarls
"Because it would be the first step to being a better leader." He says and smiles "Or I can rip it from your mind painfully. Your choice."
"You dont scare me." he says.
"I know. But I would like to give you a choice. I can do it one way or another, one involving unnecessary pain or the way where we are both happy." He says and boops the sith's nose.
"I am nothing but pain!" he growls, confused by them booping his mask.
"And yelling it seems." Richard huffed and made a complicated hand signal, his eyes glowing white. "Until you are ready to tell me your name, this band around your neck will be a curse. It will take your voice away."
There is a flutter of pain in his eyes. "Fine fine fine."
"Good." He said and snapped his fingers, the band disappearing. "Now tell me."
"I am Inquisitor Felurian."
"Pleasure to finally get to know you," Richard said and smirked. He turned and sat down in the inquisitor's chair.
His jaw clenched tightly, ander pouring off of him
Richard smiled warmly "I knew you were filled with rage, it smells like burning woods." He said and raised a brow.
The hexblood(?) farmer(?) is in his smoldering shed, building scarecrows while muttering to himself. He looks mostly normal again.
Troopers walk by, indifferent.
He looks over, then turns to a random chair that somehow survived the fire, looking a few inches above the back. "You were wrong this time. No, that's the third time now. That time still counts. I'm going back to work, please don't bother me." He then continues making scarecrows.
*small note, truesight does not reveal him to be a shapeshifted or illusion-wrapped creature, and he doesn't appear to be talking to an invisible creature.*
A trooper walks inside. "Whats goin on here?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The hexblood(?) farmer(?) is in his smoldering shed, building scarecrows while muttering to himself. He looks mostly normal again.
There is a noise in the shed, up in the ceiling. Something is getting knocked down and there is fluttering of wings as a turkey vulture aarakocra, a child one it seems, falls from its hiding space.
The farmer looks like he nearly had a heart attack. He quickly shakes it off (mostly) and rushes over to help. "Oh, dang, are you alright?" He extends a still-shaking hand.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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"Why should i tell you?" he snarls
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Because it would be the first step to being a better leader." He says and smiles "Or I can rip it from your mind painfully. Your choice."
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
*open chars?*
psychopath ^-^
"You dont scare me." he says.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I know. But I would like to give you a choice. I can do it one way or another, one involving unnecessary pain or the way where we are both happy." He says and boops the sith's nose.
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 am nothing but pain!" he growls, confused by them booping his mask.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"And yelling it seems." Richard huffed and made a complicated hand signal, his eyes glowing white. "Until you are ready to tell me your name, this band around your neck will be a curse. It will take your voice away."
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
There is a flutter of pain in his eyes. "Fine fine fine."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The hexblood(?) farmer(?) is in his smoldering shed, building scarecrows while muttering to himself. He looks mostly normal again.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Good." He said and snapped his fingers, the band disappearing. "Now tell me."
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
Troopers walk by, indifferent.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I am Inquisitor Felurian."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
There is a noise in the shed, up in the ceiling. Something is getting knocked down and there is fluttering of wings as a turkey vulture aarakocra, a child one it seems, falls from its hiding space.
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
"Pleasure to finally get to know you," Richard said and smirked. He turned and sat down in the inquisitor's chair.
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
His jaw clenched tightly, ander pouring off of him
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He looks over, then turns to a random chair that somehow survived the fire, looking a few inches above the back. "You were wrong this time. No, that's the third time now. That time still counts. I'm going back to work, please don't bother me." He then continues making scarecrows.
*small note, truesight does not reveal him to be a shapeshifted or illusion-wrapped creature, and he doesn't appear to be talking to an invisible creature.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Richard smiled warmly "I knew you were filled with rage, it smells like burning woods." He said and raised a brow.
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 trooper walks inside. "Whats goin on here?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Get out of my chair."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The farmer looks like he nearly had a heart attack. He quickly shakes it off (mostly) and rushes over to help. "Oh, dang, are you alright?" He extends a still-shaking hand.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels