Izazel nods and squirms, wanting to be set down. Once he is down, he shifts from foot to foot again, looking up a Gregor. He stares at Gregor's hand for a moment before gently taking it with his wing. He then stares at the scarecrows, gesturing to them.
Gregor looks down at Izazel. "Not a bad idea." He walks over to his workbench and picks up a book with a wicker cover. He holds out a hand and speaks in sylvan, causing the scarecrows' eyes to burn red. They remove the chains from around their bodies and begin to walk out into the pumpkin patch. There are at least 30 of the cloth, straw, and stick effigies.
He looks back down at the book. He turns to the crows. "Wickerman!" shouts one of the crows. "Wickerman!" "Wickerman!" "Wickerman!" "Make the Wickerman!"
Gregor looks back to the small aarakocra. "Wickerman?" He asks.
Izazel tilts their head, staying close to Gregor. They cover their earholes with their feathers.
He nods and turns back to the crows. "Wickerman." He says, causing a cheer to erupt from the psychic murder. "I'm gonna be building a giant scarecrow made of fire and sticks. May the gods have mercy on their souls."
Izazel watches in awe. Sometimes they walk up to the scarecrows, picking up things they find and giving them to the creatures. One gets a dried flower, one gets a stick, one gets a clump of dirt with a worm in it, and another gets a pretty leaf. Izazel digs around in the dirt before making a happy noise and bringing back an old mouse bone and giving it to Gregor.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"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."
"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
"You got one chance to make him leave before I turn him into ashes to fill a cigarette." He hissed.
"Trooper, i will speak to you later! LEAVE US!" the trooper flinches in fear and hastily leaves
Richard huffs and picks the Inquisitor up again by the neck. "Good man. I don't want to be rude, but you're making this horribly difficult for me." He said
"You're trying to take over what i've accomplished!"
"No. I'm trying to help you become better at your job." He hissed.
"Who are you to tell me how to do my work?"
"Someone who has actually ruled over people before" He snarled.
"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."
"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
"You got one chance to make him leave before I turn him into ashes to fill a cigarette." He hissed.
"Trooper, i will speak to you later! LEAVE US!" the trooper flinches in fear and hastily leaves
Richard huffs and picks the Inquisitor up again by the neck. "Good man. I don't want to be rude, but you're making this horribly difficult for me." He said
"You're trying to take over what i've accomplished!"
"No. I'm trying to help you become better at your job." He hissed.
"Who are you to tell me how to do my work?"
"Someone who has actually ruled over people before" He snarled.
The siths eyes flash yellow for a moment
Richard's veins begin to glow as he grabs the sith by the neck, lifting him upwards.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*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.
Asef narrows its peepers and tilts its head.
"WHO ARE YOU, GET OUTTA MY SHOP!?" Ozzy responds to the sword by switching from the wrench to his arm that he was working on, the synthetic skin he was testing splitting apart as the arm transforms into a cannon (ala astroboy)
They walk over smiling politely, "Good evening sir."
"SPEAK UP SON!" He yells again "SPEAK INTO MY GOOD EAR!"
He nods and stares at the drake. "Hello to you two."
"WHY ARE YOU IN MY WORKSHOP!" He yells at their good ear supposedly
Izazel nods and squirms, wanting to be set down. Once he is down, he shifts from foot to foot again, looking up a Gregor. He stares at Gregor's hand for a moment before gently taking it with his wing. He then stares at the scarecrows, gesturing to them.
Gregor looks down at Izazel. "Not a bad idea." He walks over to his workbench and picks up a book with a wicker cover. He holds out a hand and speaks in sylvan, causing the scarecrows' eyes to burn red. They remove the chains from around their bodies and begin to walk out into the pumpkin patch. There are at least 30 of the cloth, straw, and stick effigies.
He looks back down at the book. He turns to the crows. "Wickerman!" shouts one of the crows. "Wickerman!" "Wickerman!" "Wickerman!" "Make the Wickerman!"
Gregor looks back to the small aarakocra. "Wickerman?" He asks.
Izazel tilts their head, staying close to Gregor. They cover their earholes with their feathers.
He nods and turns back to the crows. "Wickerman." He says, causing a cheer to erupt from the psychic murder. "I'm gonna be building a giant scarecrow made of fire and sticks. May the gods have mercy on their souls."
Izazel watches in awe. Sometimes they walk up to the scarecrows, picking up things they find and giving them to the creatures. One gets a dried flower, one gets a stick, one gets a clump of dirt with a worm in it, and another gets a pretty leaf. Izazel digs around in the dirt before making a happy noise and bringing back an old mouse bone and giving it to Gregor.
The scarecrows don't really respond, but they take the items and don't drop them.
Gregor carefully puts it in the wicker man. The lower half of the giant is done, and it's already as tall as the barn. "These here wicker men run on sacrifice. If we can give it something it likes, it'll be faster and stronger. I'm filling it with my most precious pumpkins. They're already smashed, so it's not too bad, but it still hurts a little."
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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.
*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
*oooh nice atmosphere*
As the rain starts to come down with its full might, spotlight turn on, sweeping the ground. The AT-AT's and AT-ST's lights turn on as well. The troopers turn on their flashlights and continue their patrol.
Alec watches them, looking for an opening in the patrol to sneak in
There are some openings but only for a few seconds. *Your gonna need a very good stealth check*
*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
*oooh nice atmosphere*
As the rain starts to come down with its full might, spotlight turn on, sweeping the ground. The AT-AT's and AT-ST's lights turn on as well. The troopers turn on their flashlights and continue their patrol.
Alec watches them, looking for an opening in the patrol to sneak in
There are some openings but only for a few seconds. *Your gonna need a very good stealth check*
23
*ooo niceeee*
They manage to just barely slip past and into the camp, mud squishing beneath their shoes
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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.
Asef narrows its peepers and tilts its head.
"WHO ARE YOU, GET OUTTA MY SHOP!?" Ozzy responds to the sword by switching from the wrench to his arm that he was working on, the synthetic skin he was testing splitting apart as the arm transforms into a cannon (ala astroboy)
They walk over smiling politely, "Good evening sir."
"SPEAK UP SON!" He yells again "SPEAK INTO MY GOOD EAR!"
He nods and stares at the drake. "Hello to you two."
"WHY ARE YOU IN MY WORKSHOP!" He yells at their good ear supposedly
"How is your day?" She asks
"I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THAT." He says and suddenly casts minor illusion of a frog.
"I am well." He said and tilted his head "What about you?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Izazel nods and squirms, wanting to be set down. Once he is down, he shifts from foot to foot again, looking up a Gregor. He stares at Gregor's hand for a moment before gently taking it with his wing. He then stares at the scarecrows, gesturing to them.
Gregor looks down at Izazel. "Not a bad idea." He walks over to his workbench and picks up a book with a wicker cover. He holds out a hand and speaks in sylvan, causing the scarecrows' eyes to burn red. They remove the chains from around their bodies and begin to walk out into the pumpkin patch. There are at least 30 of the cloth, straw, and stick effigies.
He looks back down at the book. He turns to the crows. "Wickerman!" shouts one of the crows. "Wickerman!" "Wickerman!" "Wickerman!" "Make the Wickerman!"
Gregor looks back to the small aarakocra. "Wickerman?" He asks.
Izazel tilts their head, staying close to Gregor. They cover their earholes with their feathers.
He nods and turns back to the crows. "Wickerman." He says, causing a cheer to erupt from the psychic murder. "I'm gonna be building a giant scarecrow made of fire and sticks. May the gods have mercy on their souls."
Izazel watches in awe. Sometimes they walk up to the scarecrows, picking up things they find and giving them to the creatures. One gets a dried flower, one gets a stick, one gets a clump of dirt with a worm in it, and another gets a pretty leaf. Izazel digs around in the dirt before making a happy noise and bringing back an old mouse bone and giving it to Gregor.
The scarecrows don't really respond, but they take the items and don't drop them.
Gregor carefully puts it in the wicker man. The lower half of the giant is done, and it's already as tall as the barn. "These here wicker men run on sacrifice. If we can give it something it likes, it'll be faster and stronger. I'm filling it with my most precious pumpkins. They're already smashed, so it's not too bad, but it still hurts a little."
Izazel nods and tugs on Gregor's shirt hem. "May I help?" They ask.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Richard's veins begin to glow as he grabs the sith by the neck, lifting him upwards.
He chokes in pain, feet flailing.
"You don't know true power unless you kill a god and drink its blood. This is how I acquired this power. I am a god amongst everyone, even you. I know things you will never know. I also know you will never be anything more if you keep this up, this harsh treatment of your people." He drops him and sneers.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The scarecrows don't really respond, but they take the items and don't drop them.
Gregor carefully puts it in the wicker man. The lower half of the giant is done, and it's already as tall as the barn. "These here wicker men run on sacrifice. If we can give it something it likes, it'll be faster and stronger. I'm filling it with my most precious pumpkins. They're already smashed, so it's not too bad, but it still hurts a little."
Izazel nods and tugs on Gregor's shirt hem. "May I help?" They ask.
"Sure, buddy. If you find anything nice, like a smooth rock or a lost toy, could you bring it here? It'll help a lot. Thin sticks too. Those are important."
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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.
Richard's veins begin to glow as he grabs the sith by the neck, lifting him upwards.
He chokes in pain, feet flailing.
"You don't know true power unless you kill a god and drink its blood. This is how I acquired this power. I am a god amongst everyone, even you. I know things you will never know. I also know you will never be anything more if you keep this up, this harsh treatment of your people." He drops him and sneers.
The sith gasps for air. "They rebel if i do not have a firm grip. I cannot risk that."
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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 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
*oooh nice atmosphere*
As the rain starts to come down with its full might, spotlight turn on, sweeping the ground. The AT-AT's and AT-ST's lights turn on as well. The troopers turn on their flashlights and continue their patrol.
Alec watches them, looking for an opening in the patrol to sneak in
There are some openings but only for a few seconds. *Your gonna need a very good stealth check*
23
*ooo niceeee*
They manage to just barely slip past and into the camp, mud squishing beneath their shoes
He lets out a breath, rubbing his hands together as he slinks around
*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.
Asef narrows its peepers and tilts its head.
"WHO ARE YOU, GET OUTTA MY SHOP!?" Ozzy responds to the sword by switching from the wrench to his arm that he was working on, the synthetic skin he was testing splitting apart as the arm transforms into a cannon (ala astroboy)
They walk over smiling politely, "Good evening sir."
"SPEAK UP SON!" He yells again "SPEAK INTO MY GOOD EAR!"
He nods and stares at the drake. "Hello to you two."
"WHY ARE YOU IN MY WORKSHOP!" He yells at their good ear supposedly
"How is your day?" She asks
"I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THAT." He says and suddenly casts minor illusion of a frog.
"I am well." He said and tilted his head "What about you?"
"The hell is with this guy?" He mutters, standing
"I'm good, been traveling for a while thiugh" she says, her drake yawning softly
*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
*oooh nice atmosphere*
As the rain starts to come down with its full might, spotlight turn on, sweeping the ground. The AT-AT's and AT-ST's lights turn on as well. The troopers turn on their flashlights and continue their patrol.
Alec watches them, looking for an opening in the patrol to sneak in
There are some openings but only for a few seconds. *Your gonna need a very good stealth check*
23
*ooo niceeee*
They manage to just barely slip past and into the camp, mud squishing beneath their shoes
He lets out a breath, rubbing his hands together as he slinks around
He sees troopers resting and two AT-AT's in their docs, their lights illuminating the ground
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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 scarecrows don't really respond, but they take the items and don't drop them.
Gregor carefully puts it in the wicker man. The lower half of the giant is done, and it's already as tall as the barn. "These here wicker men run on sacrifice. If we can give it something it likes, it'll be faster and stronger. I'm filling it with my most precious pumpkins. They're already smashed, so it's not too bad, but it still hurts a little."
Izazel nods and tugs on Gregor's shirt hem. "May I help?" They ask.
"Sure, buddy. If you find anything nice, like a smooth rock or a lost toy, could you bring it here? It'll help a lot. Thin sticks too. Those are important."
They grin and run off, digging around in the dirt and going into the woods. They return with a armful of sticks and a small wooden block with chipped paint.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Richard's veins begin to glow as he grabs the sith by the neck, lifting him upwards.
He chokes in pain, feet flailing.
"You don't know true power unless you kill a god and drink its blood. This is how I acquired this power. I am a god amongst everyone, even you. I know things you will never know. I also know you will never be anything more if you keep this up, this harsh treatment of your people." He drops him and sneers.
The sith gasps for air. "They rebel if i do not have a firm grip. I cannot risk that."
"How do you know." Richard snarled.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Richard's veins begin to glow as he grabs the sith by the neck, lifting him upwards.
He chokes in pain, feet flailing.
"You don't know true power unless you kill a god and drink its blood. This is how I acquired this power. I am a god amongst everyone, even you. I know things you will never know. I also know you will never be anything more if you keep this up, this harsh treatment of your people." He drops him and sneers.
The sith gasps for air. "They rebel if i do not have a firm grip. I cannot risk that."
"How do you know." Richard snarled.
"It has happened before."
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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.
Asef narrows its peepers and tilts its head.
"WHO ARE YOU, GET OUTTA MY SHOP!?" Ozzy responds to the sword by switching from the wrench to his arm that he was working on, the synthetic skin he was testing splitting apart as the arm transforms into a cannon (ala astroboy)
They walk over smiling politely, "Good evening sir."
"SPEAK UP SON!" He yells again "SPEAK INTO MY GOOD EAR!"
He nods and stares at the drake. "Hello to you two."
"WHY ARE YOU IN MY WORKSHOP!" He yells at their good ear supposedly
"How is your day?" She asks
"I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THAT." He says and suddenly casts minor illusion of a frog.
"I am well." He said and tilted his head "What about you?"
"The hell is with this guy?" He mutters, standing
"I'm good, been traveling for a while thiugh" she says, her drake yawning softly
The wizard yells something again but in a different language before setting something on fire.
"Where to and where from?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The scarecrows don't really respond, but they take the items and don't drop them.
Gregor carefully puts it in the wicker man. The lower half of the giant is done, and it's already as tall as the barn. "These here wicker men run on sacrifice. If we can give it something it likes, it'll be faster and stronger. I'm filling it with my most precious pumpkins. They're already smashed, so it's not too bad, but it still hurts a little."
Izazel nods and tugs on Gregor's shirt hem. "May I help?" They ask.
"Sure, buddy. If you find anything nice, like a smooth rock or a lost toy, could you bring it here? It'll help a lot. Thin sticks too. Those are important."
They grin and run off, digging around in the dirt and going into the woods. They return with a armful of sticks and a small wooden block with chipped paint.
"Great job!" He begins incorporating the sticks into the wickerman and puts the block inside. "This'll be a strong one, I can tell. What do you think of giving him shields? That way he can protect people and stuff."
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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.
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Izazel watches in awe. Sometimes they walk up to the scarecrows, picking up things they find and giving them to the creatures. One gets a dried flower, one gets a stick, one gets a clump of dirt with a worm in it, and another gets a pretty leaf. Izazel digs around in the dirt before making a happy noise and bringing back an old mouse bone and giving it to Gregor.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Richard's veins begin to glow as he grabs the sith by the neck, lifting him upwards.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"WHY ARE YOU IN MY WORKSHOP!" He yells at their good ear supposedly
"How is your day?" She asks
The scarecrows don't really respond, but they take the items and don't drop them.
Gregor carefully puts it in the wicker man. The lower half of the giant is done, and it's already as tall as the barn. "These here wicker men run on sacrifice. If we can give it something it likes, it'll be faster and stronger. I'm filling it with my most precious pumpkins. They're already smashed, so it's not too bad, but it still hurts a little."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He chokes in pain, feet flailing.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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*ooo niceeee*
They manage to just barely slip past and into the camp, mud squishing beneath their shoes
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I DON'T KNOW ABOUT THAT." He says and suddenly casts minor illusion of a frog.
"I am well." He said and tilted his head "What about you?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Izazel nods and tugs on Gregor's shirt hem. "May I help?" They ask.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"You don't know true power unless you kill a god and drink its blood. This is how I acquired this power. I am a god amongst everyone, even you. I know things you will never know. I also know you will never be anything more if you keep this up, this harsh treatment of your people." He drops him and sneers.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Sure, buddy. If you find anything nice, like a smooth rock or a lost toy, could you bring it here? It'll help a lot. Thin sticks too. Those are important."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The sith gasps for air. "They rebel if i do not have a firm grip. I cannot risk that."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He lets out a breath, rubbing his hands together as he slinks around
"The hell is with this guy?" He mutters, standing
"I'm good, been traveling for a while thiugh" she says, her drake yawning softly
He sees troopers resting and two AT-AT's in their docs, their lights illuminating the ground
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They grin and run off, digging around in the dirt and going into the woods. They return with a armful of sticks and a small wooden block with chipped paint.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"How do you know." Richard snarled.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"It has happened before."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The wizard yells something again but in a different language before setting something on fire.
"Where to and where from?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Great job!" He begins incorporating the sticks into the wickerman and puts the block inside. "This'll be a strong one, I can tell. What do you think of giving him shields? That way he can protect people and stuff."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.