Gregor falls to his knees, staring at the ground. Izazel feels a straw hand on their shoulder.
*If it's psionic in any capacity whatsoever, they can faintly see and hear:*
hundreds of crows flying around Gregor, demanding penance, telling him to remember something, and screaming at him to kill, kill, kill. The crows are anger and fear embodied.
Izazel stands up and tilts their head, trying the wave off the crows. They hug Gregor and shakes slightly, afraid of the noise.
Gregor hugs back, and the crows begin to settle down, landing like snow all over the floor and workbench. "The child is hurt! They hurt them! They are monsters!" Clamor the crows, still angry. The scarecrows lining the walls begin to move, shaking and thrashing. Gregor holds Izazel tightly, but not tightly enough to hurt (his strength is, funnily enough, abysmal). Izazel can feel tears falling into their feathers.
Izazel, suddenly, produced a rather interesting wave of calming energy. It seems to fill the room as they cling on to Gregor "No being scared, must be strong. Birds won't hurt us. They are scary but won't hurt us." It said and squeezed its eyes shut.
*Izazel Ingoteye. An aarakocra that is from the Vulture Lineage. Known for their ugliness but also a good bit of magical powers, Psiconic as well as Arcane.*
*Characters :>. I have no idea if I wanna do new ones or delete old ones or-*
Bonnie is wandering around town alone, a somewhat big back pack on her back
Alec is sitting on a roof, thinking about what happened at the village
Ozzy is buying materials in the market
*EVERYTHING.*
*I don't know what that means, but ok!*
*Also hi lawtence! [Suplex]*
*everyone, my name is now lawtence. i refuse to go by anything else.*
*very well my good lawtence. I have characters here and in lord's rest, wouldst thou enjoy a spot of rp?*
*indeed i would, good sire. I have craved the connection of characters.*
*I shall provide a list here (along with a free intro on the house,) along with a similar deal in the Lord's rest [hauty laugh]*
Alec is sat on a roof, thinking about the village that got attacked.
Ozzy is in his warehouse, blood coating the table infront of him as he 'improves' himself
-intro-
A younger looking green dragonborn women walks into town, a yiung drake perched on her shoulder. Her outfit is simple travelers clothes, though they seem to be stained with paint
"I DONT CARE!" he continues to rage, objects exploding
Richard grabs him by the shoulders suddenly as his skin has gained a certain shinner appearance, He forces him to the ground as his face adopts a look of seriousness. "You will stop."
*ughhhh pre-cal suckssss*
He struggles
*L o L*
Richard narrows his eyes. "Calm down."
*head hurts*
"GET OFF!"
"Not till you calm down." He said and made the same symbol as before in the air, his eyes glowing. The band of light wraps around his neck again.
"I DONT CARE!" he continues to rage, objects exploding
Richard grabs him by the shoulders suddenly as his skin has gained a certain shinner appearance, He forces him to the ground as his face adopts a look of seriousness. "You will stop."
*ughhhh pre-cal suckssss*
He struggles
*L o L*
Richard narrows his eyes. "Calm down."
*head hurts*
"GET OFF!"
"Not till you calm down." He said and made the same symbol as before in the air, his eyes glowing. The band of light wraps around his neck again.
The inquisitor struggles before collapsing from exhaustion
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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.
*Characters :>. I have no idea if I wanna do new ones or delete old ones or-*
Bonnie is wandering around town alone, a somewhat big back pack on her back
Alec is sitting on a roof, thinking about what happened at the village
Ozzy is buying materials in the market
*EVERYTHING.*
*I don't know what that means, but ok!*
*Also hi lawtence! [Suplex]*
*everyone, my name is now lawtence. i refuse to go by anything else.*
*very well my good lawtence. I have characters here and in lord's rest, wouldst thou enjoy a spot of rp?*
*indeed i would, good sire. I have craved the connection of characters.*
*I shall provide a list here (along with a free intro on the house,) along with a similar deal in the Lord's rest [hauty laugh]*
Alec is sat on a roof, thinking about the village that got attacked.
Ozzy is in his warehouse, blood coating the table infront of him as he 'improves' himself
-intro-
A younger looking green dragonborn women walks into town, a yiung drake perched on her shoulder. Her outfit is simple travelers clothes, though they seem to be stained with paint
A senile old wizard somehow poofs inside and stares at Ozzy before screaming "SPEAK UP!"
Asef, the Thri-Kreen, watches her pass by and wiggles his antenna.
"I DONT CARE!" he continues to rage, objects exploding
Richard grabs him by the shoulders suddenly as his skin has gained a certain shinner appearance, He forces him to the ground as his face adopts a look of seriousness. "You will stop."
*ughhhh pre-cal suckssss*
He struggles
*L o L*
Richard narrows his eyes. "Calm down."
*head hurts*
"GET OFF!"
"Not till you calm down." He said and made the same symbol as before in the air, his eyes glowing. The band of light wraps around his neck again.
The inquisitor struggles before collapsing from exhaustion
Richard huffs and kneels in front of him "Listen closely and listen good, I am willing to try and work with you but your rage is infecting you beyond belief."
Gregor falls to his knees, staring at the ground. Izazel feels a straw hand on their shoulder.
*If it's psionic in any capacity whatsoever, they can faintly see and hear:*
hundreds of crows flying around Gregor, demanding penance, telling him to remember something, and screaming at him to kill, kill, kill. The crows are anger and fear embodied.
Izazel stands up and tilts their head, trying the wave off the crows. They hug Gregor and shakes slightly, afraid of the noise.
Gregor hugs back, and the crows begin to settle down, landing like snow all over the floor and workbench. "The child is hurt! They hurt them! They are monsters!" Clamor the crows, still angry. The scarecrows lining the walls begin to move, shaking and thrashing. Gregor holds Izazel tightly, but not tightly enough to hurt (his strength is, funnily enough, abysmal). Izazel can feel tears falling into their feathers.
Izazel, suddenly, produced a rather interesting wave of calming energy. It seems to fill the room as they cling on to Gregor "No being scared, must be strong. Birds won't hurt us. They are scary but won't hurt us." It said and squeezed its eyes shut.
Gregor breathes in and out. In and out. The calming energy flows over him, filling him up. He slowly starts to stand as the crows dissipate. There are still many, but not as many as before. He reaches down and picks up his glasses, which fell on the floor. "The fear in me..." He picks up Izazel, gently holding them. "...is more than anything their souls can make. Anyone can be fearless, but it takes a strong heart to be brave. We are brave. Both of us."
"I DONT CARE!" he continues to rage, objects exploding
Richard grabs him by the shoulders suddenly as his skin has gained a certain shinner appearance, He forces him to the ground as his face adopts a look of seriousness. "You will stop."
*ughhhh pre-cal suckssss*
He struggles
*L o L*
Richard narrows his eyes. "Calm down."
*head hurts*
"GET OFF!"
"Not till you calm down." He said and made the same symbol as before in the air, his eyes glowing. The band of light wraps around his neck again.
The inquisitor struggles before collapsing from exhaustion
Richard huffs and kneels in front of him "Listen closely and listen good, I am willing to try and work with you but your rage is infecting you beyond belief."
"So...what?"
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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.
*Characters :>. I have no idea if I wanna do new ones or delete old ones or-*
Bonnie is wandering around town alone, a somewhat big back pack on her back
Alec is sitting on a roof, thinking about what happened at the village
Ozzy is buying materials in the market
*EVERYTHING.*
*I don't know what that means, but ok!*
*Also hi lawtence! [Suplex]*
*everyone, my name is now lawtence. i refuse to go by anything else.*
*very well my good lawtence. I have characters here and in lord's rest, wouldst thou enjoy a spot of rp?*
*indeed i would, good sire. I have craved the connection of characters.*
*I shall provide a list here (along with a free intro on the house,) along with a similar deal in the Lord's rest [hauty laugh]*
Alec is sat on a roof, thinking about the village that got attacked.
Ozzy is in his warehouse, blood coating the table infront of him as he 'improves' himself
-intro-
A younger looking green dragonborn women walks into town, a yiung drake perched on her shoulder. Her outfit is simple travelers clothes, though they seem to be stained with paint
A senile old wizard somehow poofs inside and stares at Ozzy before screaming "SPEAK UP!"
Asef, the Thri-Kreen, watches her pass by and wiggles his antenna.
"JESUS SON OF BALDUR-" He falls away from the wizard, aiming a wrench at them, "Where did you come from !?"
The dragonborn smiles, waving to him as she passes, the drake copying the motion like a dog or cat would
Gregor falls to his knees, staring at the ground. Izazel feels a straw hand on their shoulder.
*If it's psionic in any capacity whatsoever, they can faintly see and hear:*
hundreds of crows flying around Gregor, demanding penance, telling him to remember something, and screaming at him to kill, kill, kill. The crows are anger and fear embodied.
Izazel stands up and tilts their head, trying the wave off the crows. They hug Gregor and shakes slightly, afraid of the noise.
Gregor hugs back, and the crows begin to settle down, landing like snow all over the floor and workbench. "The child is hurt! They hurt them! They are monsters!" Clamor the crows, still angry. The scarecrows lining the walls begin to move, shaking and thrashing. Gregor holds Izazel tightly, but not tightly enough to hurt (his strength is, funnily enough, abysmal). Izazel can feel tears falling into their feathers.
Izazel, suddenly, produced a rather interesting wave of calming energy. It seems to fill the room as they cling on to Gregor "No being scared, must be strong. Birds won't hurt us. They are scary but won't hurt us." It said and squeezed its eyes shut.
Gregor breathes in and out. In and out. The calming energy flows over him, filling him up. He slowly starts to stand as the crows dissipate. There are still many, but not as many as before. He reaches down and picks up his glasses, which fell on the floor. "The fear in me..." He picks up Izazel, gently holding them. "...is more than anything their souls can make. Anyone can be fearless, but it takes a strong heart to be brave. We are brave. Both of us."
Izazel nods and fixes Gregor's glass for him. "Crow's are loud, like a scream." They said and tilted their head before hugging Gregor again "I want to help. Help you."
*I shall provide a list here (along with a free intro on the house,) along with a similar deal in the Lord's rest [hauty laugh]*
Alec is sat on a roof, thinking about the village that got attacked.
Ozzy is in his warehouse, blood coating the table infront of him as he 'improves' himself
-intro-
A younger looking green dragonborn women walks into town, a yiung drake perched on her shoulder. Her outfit is simple travelers clothes, though they seem to be stained with paint
The troopers have already erected a small command base. He can see it in the distance
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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.
"I DONT CARE!" he continues to rage, objects exploding
Richard grabs him by the shoulders suddenly as his skin has gained a certain shinner appearance, He forces him to the ground as his face adopts a look of seriousness. "You will stop."
*ughhhh pre-cal suckssss*
He struggles
*L o L*
Richard narrows his eyes. "Calm down."
*head hurts*
"GET OFF!"
"Not till you calm down." He said and made the same symbol as before in the air, his eyes glowing. The band of light wraps around his neck again.
The inquisitor struggles before collapsing from exhaustion
Richard huffs and kneels in front of him "Listen closely and listen good, I am willing to try and work with you but your rage is infecting you beyond belief."
"So...what?"
"You want to rule over these people, show them you are a man worth fighting for. (GP) CONTROL IT." Richard hissed.
"I DONT CARE!" he continues to rage, objects exploding
Richard grabs him by the shoulders suddenly as his skin has gained a certain shinner appearance, He forces him to the ground as his face adopts a look of seriousness. "You will stop."
*ughhhh pre-cal suckssss*
He struggles
*L o L*
Richard narrows his eyes. "Calm down."
*head hurts*
"GET OFF!"
"Not till you calm down." He said and made the same symbol as before in the air, his eyes glowing. The band of light wraps around his neck again.
The inquisitor struggles before collapsing from exhaustion
Richard huffs and kneels in front of him "Listen closely and listen good, I am willing to try and work with you but your rage is infecting you beyond belief."
"So...what?"
"You want to rule over these people, show them you are a man worth fighting for. (GP) CONTROL IT." Richard hissed.
"They only know my rage. And it works well, no one has chafed under my rule!"
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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.
*Characters :>. I have no idea if I wanna do new ones or delete old ones or-*
Bonnie is wandering around town alone, a somewhat big back pack on her back
Alec is sitting on a roof, thinking about what happened at the village
Ozzy is buying materials in the market
*EVERYTHING.*
*I don't know what that means, but ok!*
*Also hi lawtence! [Suplex]*
*everyone, my name is now lawtence. i refuse to go by anything else.*
*very well my good lawtence. I have characters here and in lord's rest, wouldst thou enjoy a spot of rp?*
*indeed i would, good sire. I have craved the connection of characters.*
*I shall provide a list here (along with a free intro on the house,) along with a similar deal in the Lord's rest [hauty laugh]*
Alec is sat on a roof, thinking about the village that got attacked.
Ozzy is in his warehouse, blood coating the table infront of him as he 'improves' himself
-intro-
A younger looking green dragonborn women walks into town, a yiung drake perched on her shoulder. Her outfit is simple travelers clothes, though they seem to be stained with paint
A senile old wizard somehow poofs inside and stares at Ozzy before screaming "SPEAK UP!"
Asef, the Thri-Kreen, watches her pass by and wiggles his antenna.
"JESUS SON OF BALDUR-" He falls away from the wizard, aiming a wrench at them, "Where did you come from !?"
The dragonborn smiles, waving to him as she passes, the drake copying the motion like a dog or cat would
"WHO ARE YOU. GET OUTTA MY SHOP." He pulls out a random sword from his robes.
"I DONT CARE!" he continues to rage, objects exploding
Richard grabs him by the shoulders suddenly as his skin has gained a certain shinner appearance, He forces him to the ground as his face adopts a look of seriousness. "You will stop."
*ughhhh pre-cal suckssss*
He struggles
*L o L*
Richard narrows his eyes. "Calm down."
*head hurts*
"GET OFF!"
"Not till you calm down." He said and made the same symbol as before in the air, his eyes glowing. The band of light wraps around his neck again.
The inquisitor struggles before collapsing from exhaustion
Richard huffs and kneels in front of him "Listen closely and listen good, I am willing to try and work with you but your rage is infecting you beyond belief."
"So...what?"
"You want to rule over these people, show them you are a man worth fighting for. (GP) CONTROL IT." Richard hissed.
"They only know my rage. And it works well, no one has chafed under my rule!"
"IT WAS EASY TO TAKE YOUR MEN WITH A SIMPLE SPELL." He hissed again and wrenched him up by the neck "You are not doing well."
*I shall provide a list here (along with a free intro on the house,) along with a similar deal in the Lord's rest [hauty laugh]*
Alec is sat on a roof, thinking about the village that got attacked.
Ozzy is in his warehouse, blood coating the table infront of him as he 'improves' himself
-intro-
A younger looking green dragonborn women walks into town, a yiung drake perched on her shoulder. Her outfit is simple travelers clothes, though they seem to be stained with paint
The troopers have already erected a small command base. He can see it in the distance
He seems to think for a moment, before hopping off the roof, walking towards the outpost as he pulls his hood up, feeling the first signs of rain in his skin
Gregor breathes in and out. In and out. The calming energy flows over him, filling him up. He slowly starts to stand as the crows dissipate. There are still many, but not as many as before. He reaches down and picks up his glasses, which fell on the floor. "The fear in me..." He picks up Izazel, gently holding them. "...is more than anything their souls can make. Anyone can be fearless, but it takes a strong heart to be brave. We are brave. Both of us."
Izazel nods and fixes Gregor's glasses for him. "Crows are loud, like a scream." They said and tilted their head before hugging Gregor again "I want to help. Help you."
"Thank ya, kid." He sighs. "I think I might have to stand up to those guys in the fancy white armor. Show em' that they need to stop pushin' us around like that. I understand breakin' and burnin' stuff, but killin' people who done nuthin' wrong... they just don't know what they're doin'. Facin' adversity is how people learn, ya know?"
He seems to be talking as much to himself as Izazel.
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Izazel, suddenly, produced a rather interesting wave of calming energy. It seems to fill the room as they cling on to Gregor "No being scared, must be strong. Birds won't hurt us. They are scary but won't hurt us." It said and squeezed its eyes shut.
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
*Izazel Ingoteye. An aarakocra that is from the Vulture Lineage. Known for their ugliness but also a good bit of magical powers, Psiconic as well as Arcane.*
*Dis boi shakes like a cold chihuahua.*
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 shall provide a list here (along with a free intro on the house,) along with a similar deal in the Lord's rest [hauty laugh]*
Alec is sat on a roof, thinking about the village that got attacked.
Ozzy is in his warehouse, blood coating the table infront of him as he 'improves' himself
-intro-
A younger looking green dragonborn women walks into town, a yiung drake perched on her shoulder. Her outfit is simple travelers clothes, though they seem to be stained with paint
"Not till you calm down." He said and made the same symbol as before in the air, his eyes glowing. The band of light wraps around his neck again.
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 inquisitor struggles before collapsing from exhaustion
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A senile old wizard somehow poofs inside and stares at Ozzy before screaming "SPEAK UP!"
Asef, the Thri-Kreen, watches her pass by and wiggles his antenna.
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
Richard huffs and kneels in front of him "Listen closely and listen good, I am willing to try and work with you but your rage is infecting you beyond belief."
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
She shrugs softly, "Well, in a way I'm more used to being alone... but it still sucks when you get used to being with people"
Gregor breathes in and out. In and out. The calming energy flows over him, filling him up. He slowly starts to stand as the crows dissipate. There are still many, but not as many as before. He reaches down and picks up his glasses, which fell on the floor. "The fear in me..." He picks up Izazel, gently holding them. "...is more than anything their souls can make. Anyone can be fearless, but it takes a strong heart to be brave. We are brave. Both of us."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"So...what?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"JESUS SON OF BALDUR-" He falls away from the wizard, aiming a wrench at them, "Where did you come from !?"
The dragonborn smiles, waving to him as she passes, the drake copying the motion like a dog or cat would
Izazel nods and fixes Gregor's glass for him. "Crow's are loud, like a scream." They said and tilted their head before hugging Gregor again "I want to help. Help you."
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 troopers have already erected a small command base. He can see it in the distance
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You want to rule over these people, show them you are a man worth fighting for. (GP) CONTROL IT." Richard hissed.
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
"They only know my rage. And it works well, no one has chafed under my rule!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"WHO ARE YOU. GET OUTTA MY SHOP." He pulls out a random sword from his robes.
Asef narrows its peepers and tilts its head.
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
"IT WAS EASY TO TAKE YOUR MEN WITH A SIMPLE SPELL." He hissed again and wrenched him up by the neck "You are not doing well."
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
"THEY ARE WEAK MINDED FOOLS!" he roars. There is a hiss as a trooper with red markings on his armor appears. "Sir I..." he takes in the situation
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He seems to think for a moment, before hopping off the roof, walking towards the outpost as he pulls his hood up, feeling the first signs of rain in his skin
"Thank ya, kid." He sighs. "I think I might have to stand up to those guys in the fancy white armor. Show em' that they need to stop pushin' us around like that. I understand breakin' and burnin' stuff, but killin' people who done nuthin' wrong... they just don't know what they're doin'. Facin' adversity is how people learn, ya know?"
He seems to be talking as much to himself as Izazel.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels