Istal is sitting in a tree, playing with a tree branch as a wand. Anyone who gets near her needs to make a WIS Save (15) or become filled with child-like wonder and want to play with her.
Allison is weeping while she stands over the body of yet another try of her reincarnated daughter's body.
--------(NEW GUY)---------
A young man stands outside the tavern, pacing back and forth. He looks frightened and a bit worried, He wears a nice suit but nothing fancy, a bowler cap, and a red plaid tie. His skin seems.. off, like its waxy compared to his eyes, which are full of life. He carries a dagger in a sheath around his hip and rather strange looking brooch on the lapels of his jacket.
Droidbait wanders over. WIS: 27
Theren walks over looking concerned. "Allison?"
Lance walks over to the newcomer, suitcase in his right hand. "Hello there!"
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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.
Istal is sitting in a tree, playing with a tree branch as a wand. Anyone who gets near her needs to make a WIS Save (15) or become filled with child-like wonder and want to play with her.
Allison is weeping while she stands over the body of yet another try of her reincarnated daughter's body.
--------(NEW GUY)---------
A young man stands outside the tavern, pacing back and forth. He looks frightened and a bit worried, He wears a nice suit but nothing fancy, a bowler cap, and a red plaid tie. His skin seems.. off, like its waxy compared to his eyes, which are full of life. He carries a dagger in a sheath around his hip and rather strange looking brooch on the lapels of his jacket.
Droidbait wanders over. WIS: 22
Theren walks over looking concerned. "Allison?"
Lance walks over to the newcomer, suitcase in his right hand. "Hello there!"
He doesn't feel a thing. Istal waves and grins "Hello!" she chrips.
She looks up and wipes her tears. "Oh.. Hello Theren.."
The man looks up, almost jumping out of his skin. He catches his breath to calm his startled heart. "How do you do?" He smiles.
Istal is sitting in a tree, playing with a tree branch as a wand. Anyone who gets near her needs to make a WIS Save (15) or become filled with child-like wonder and want to play with her.
Allison is weeping while she stands over the body of yet another try of her reincarnated daughter's body.
--------(NEW GUY)---------
A young man stands outside the tavern, pacing back and forth. He looks frightened and a bit worried, He wears a nice suit but nothing fancy, a bowler cap, and a red plaid tie. His skin seems.. off, like its waxy compared to his eyes, which are full of life. He carries a dagger in a sheath around his hip and rather strange looking brooch on the lapels of his jacket.
Droidbait wanders over. WIS: 22
Theren walks over looking concerned. "Allison?"
Lance walks over to the newcomer, suitcase in his right hand. "Hello there!"
He doesn't feel a thing. Istal waves and grins "Hello!" she chrips.
She looks up and wipes her tears. "Oh.. Hello Theren.."
The man looks up, almost jumping out of his skin. He catches his breath to calm his startled heart. "How do you do?" He smiles.
He looks up. His helmet covering his expression. "Hey there kiddo."
"A-are you alright?" he asks, looking down at the dead body.
"Well enough. And you? Your quite jumpy."
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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.
Istal is sitting in a tree, playing with a tree branch as a wand. Anyone who gets near her needs to make a WIS Save (15) or become filled with child-like wonder and want to play with her.
Allison is weeping while she stands over the body of yet another try of her reincarnated daughter's body.
--------(NEW GUY)---------
A young man stands outside the tavern, pacing back and forth. He looks frightened and a bit worried, He wears a nice suit but nothing fancy, a bowler cap, and a red plaid tie. His skin seems.. off, like its waxy compared to his eyes, which are full of life. He carries a dagger in a sheath around his hip and rather strange looking brooch on the lapels of his jacket.
Droidbait wanders over. WIS: 22
Theren walks over looking concerned. "Allison?"
Lance walks over to the newcomer, suitcase in his right hand. "Hello there!"
He doesn't feel a thing. Istal waves and grins "Hello!" she chrips.
She looks up and wipes her tears. "Oh.. Hello Theren.."
The man looks up, almost jumping out of his skin. He catches his breath to calm his startled heart. "How do you do?" He smiles.
He looks up. His helmet covering his expression. "Hey there kiddo."
"A-are you alright?" he asks, looking down at the dead body.
"Well enough. And you? Your quite jumpy."
"Whatcha doing?" She asked and wavered her fins, tilting her head,
"Mn.. No... I tried to raise my daughter again and she couldn't hold her form together..." She said and stared down at the body.
"I like to know when people walk up on me." He chuckled "I am fine otherwise... I'm Oliver... Oliver Fitz.." He extends a hand.
Istal is sitting in a tree, playing with a tree branch as a wand. Anyone who gets near her needs to make a WIS Save (15) or become filled with child-like wonder and want to play with her.
Allison is weeping while she stands over the body of yet another try of her reincarnated daughter's body.
--------(NEW GUY)---------
A young man stands outside the tavern, pacing back and forth. He looks frightened and a bit worried, He wears a nice suit but nothing fancy, a bowler cap, and a red plaid tie. His skin seems.. off, like its waxy compared to his eyes, which are full of life. He carries a dagger in a sheath around his hip and rather strange looking brooch on the lapels of his jacket.
Droidbait wanders over. WIS: 22
Theren walks over looking concerned. "Allison?"
Lance walks over to the newcomer, suitcase in his right hand. "Hello there!"
He doesn't feel a thing. Istal waves and grins "Hello!" she chrips.
She looks up and wipes her tears. "Oh.. Hello Theren.."
The man looks up, almost jumping out of his skin. He catches his breath to calm his startled heart. "How do you do?" He smiles.
He looks up. His helmet covering his expression. "Hey there kiddo."
"A-are you alright?" he asks, looking down at the dead body.
"Well enough. And you? Your quite jumpy."
"Whatcha doing?" She asked and wavered her fins, tilting her head,
"Mn.. No... I tried to raise my daughter again and she couldn't hold her form together..." She said and stared down at the body.
"I like to know when people walk up on me." He chuckled "I am fine otherwise... I'm Oliver... Oliver Fitz.." He extends a hand.
"Just packin up. Me and my brothers are about to clear outta here. What are ya doin up there?"
Theren gently places a hand on her shoulder. "I know how you feel....I'm not trying to sound insensitive when i say this but sometimes you just have to let go..."
"Nice to meet you Mister Fitz. I'm Lance. Lance Scamander."
*if yer not too busy can yeh check ur pms?*
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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.
Istal is sitting in a tree, playing with a tree branch as a wand. Anyone who gets near her needs to make a WIS Save (15) or become filled with child-like wonder and want to play with her.
Allison is weeping while she stands over the body of yet another try of her reincarnated daughter's body.
--------(NEW GUY)---------
A young man stands outside the tavern, pacing back and forth. He looks frightened and a bit worried, He wears a nice suit but nothing fancy, a bowler cap, and a red plaid tie. His skin seems.. off, like its waxy compared to his eyes, which are full of life. He carries a dagger in a sheath around his hip and rather strange looking brooch on the lapels of his jacket.
Droidbait wanders over. WIS: 22
Theren walks over looking concerned. "Allison?"
Lance walks over to the newcomer, suitcase in his right hand. "Hello there!"
He doesn't feel a thing. Istal waves and grins "Hello!" she chrips.
She looks up and wipes her tears. "Oh.. Hello Theren.."
The man looks up, almost jumping out of his skin. He catches his breath to calm his startled heart. "How do you do?" He smiles.
He looks up. His helmet covering his expression. "Hey there kiddo."
"A-are you alright?" he asks, looking down at the dead body.
"Well enough. And you? Your quite jumpy."
"Whatcha doing?" She asked and wavered her fins, tilting her head,
"Mn.. No... I tried to raise my daughter again and she couldn't hold her form together..." She said and stared down at the body.
"I like to know when people walk up on me." He chuckled "I am fine otherwise... I'm Oliver... Oliver Fitz.." He extends a hand.
"Just packin up. Me and my brothers are about to clear outta here. What are ya doin up there?"
Theren gently places a hand on her shoulder. "I know how you feel....I'm not trying to sound insensitive when i say this but sometimes you just have to let go..."
"Nice to meet you Mister Fitz. I'm Lance. Lance Scamander."
*if yer not too busy can yeh check ur pms?*
"Playin princess." She said and waved the stick "This is my magic wand!"
"I know I should... But I can't." She said and sighed, rubbing her temples.
Istal is sitting in a tree, playing with a tree branch as a wand. Anyone who gets near her needs to make a WIS Save (15) or become filled with child-like wonder and want to play with her.
Allison is weeping while she stands over the body of yet another try of her reincarnated daughter's body.
--------(NEW GUY)---------
A young man stands outside the tavern, pacing back and forth. He looks frightened and a bit worried, He wears a nice suit but nothing fancy, a bowler cap, and a red plaid tie. His skin seems.. off, like its waxy compared to his eyes, which are full of life. He carries a dagger in a sheath around his hip and rather strange looking brooch on the lapels of his jacket.
Droidbait wanders over. WIS: 22
Theren walks over looking concerned. "Allison?"
Lance walks over to the newcomer, suitcase in his right hand. "Hello there!"
He doesn't feel a thing. Istal waves and grins "Hello!" she chrips.
She looks up and wipes her tears. "Oh.. Hello Theren.."
The man looks up, almost jumping out of his skin. He catches his breath to calm his startled heart. "How do you do?" He smiles.
He looks up. His helmet covering his expression. "Hey there kiddo."
"A-are you alright?" he asks, looking down at the dead body.
"Well enough. And you? Your quite jumpy."
"Whatcha doing?" She asked and wavered her fins, tilting her head,
"Mn.. No... I tried to raise my daughter again and she couldn't hold her form together..." She said and stared down at the body.
"I like to know when people walk up on me." He chuckled "I am fine otherwise... I'm Oliver... Oliver Fitz.." He extends a hand.
"Just packin up. Me and my brothers are about to clear outta here. What are ya doin up there?"
Theren gently places a hand on her shoulder. "I know how you feel....I'm not trying to sound insensitive when i say this but sometimes you just have to let go..."
"Nice to meet you Mister Fitz. I'm Lance. Lance Scamander."
*if yer not too busy can yeh check ur pms?*
"Playin princess." She said and waved the stick "This is my magic wand!"
"I know I should... But I can't." She said and sighed, rubbing her temples.
"Pleasure." He said. (Does he have TrueSight?)
"Thats lovely."
"I just lost an old friend, very dear to me...i tried and tried and tried to bring him back. You just have to learn to let go..."
*yup* Lance smiles happily. "So what bring you 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.
Istal is sitting in a tree, playing with a tree branch as a wand. Anyone who gets near her needs to make a WIS Save (15) or become filled with child-like wonder and want to play with her.
Allison is weeping while she stands over the body of yet another try of her reincarnated daughter's body.
--------(NEW GUY)---------
A young man stands outside the tavern, pacing back and forth. He looks frightened and a bit worried, He wears a nice suit but nothing fancy, a bowler cap, and a red plaid tie. His skin seems.. off, like its waxy compared to his eyes, which are full of life. He carries a dagger in a sheath around his hip and rather strange looking brooch on the lapels of his jacket.
Droidbait wanders over. WIS: 22
Theren walks over looking concerned. "Allison?"
Lance walks over to the newcomer, suitcase in his right hand. "Hello there!"
He doesn't feel a thing. Istal waves and grins "Hello!" she chrips.
She looks up and wipes her tears. "Oh.. Hello Theren.."
The man looks up, almost jumping out of his skin. He catches his breath to calm his startled heart. "How do you do?" He smiles.
He looks up. His helmet covering his expression. "Hey there kiddo."
"A-are you alright?" he asks, looking down at the dead body.
"Well enough. And you? Your quite jumpy."
"Whatcha doing?" She asked and wavered her fins, tilting her head,
"Mn.. No... I tried to raise my daughter again and she couldn't hold her form together..." She said and stared down at the body.
"I like to know when people walk up on me." He chuckled "I am fine otherwise... I'm Oliver... Oliver Fitz.." He extends a hand.
"Just packin up. Me and my brothers are about to clear outta here. What are ya doin up there?"
Theren gently places a hand on her shoulder. "I know how you feel....I'm not trying to sound insensitive when i say this but sometimes you just have to let go..."
"Nice to meet you Mister Fitz. I'm Lance. Lance Scamander."
*if yer not too busy can yeh check ur pms?*
"Playin princess." She said and waved the stick "This is my magic wand!"
"I know I should... But I can't." She said and sighed, rubbing her temples.
"Pleasure." He said. (Does he have TrueSight?)
"Thats lovely."
"I just lost an old friend, very dear to me...i tried and tried and tried to bring him back. You just have to learn to let go..."
*yup* Lance smiles happily. "So what bring you here?"
She giggles "You wanna be the dragon?"
"I CAN'T." She hisses loudly before stopping herself and calming down "I just can't..."
"Nothing much. Work and such like." He said, placing his hands in his pockets.
Besides Oliver is a man who is a bit older, he has short auburn hair, a pencil mustache, and light brown eyes. He wears a similar suit but its a bit finer. His hands are stuffed in his pockets, like a mimicking copy. He has a deep cut across his neck, severing his jugular.
Istal is sitting in a tree, playing with a tree branch as a wand. Anyone who gets near her needs to make a WIS Save (15) or become filled with child-like wonder and want to play with her.
Allison is weeping while she stands over the body of yet another try of her reincarnated daughter's body.
--------(NEW GUY)---------
A young man stands outside the tavern, pacing back and forth. He looks frightened and a bit worried, He wears a nice suit but nothing fancy, a bowler cap, and a red plaid tie. His skin seems.. off, like its waxy compared to his eyes, which are full of life. He carries a dagger in a sheath around his hip and rather strange looking brooch on the lapels of his jacket.
Droidbait wanders over. WIS: 22
Theren walks over looking concerned. "Allison?"
Lance walks over to the newcomer, suitcase in his right hand. "Hello there!"
He doesn't feel a thing. Istal waves and grins "Hello!" she chrips.
She looks up and wipes her tears. "Oh.. Hello Theren.."
The man looks up, almost jumping out of his skin. He catches his breath to calm his startled heart. "How do you do?" He smiles.
He looks up. His helmet covering his expression. "Hey there kiddo."
"A-are you alright?" he asks, looking down at the dead body.
"Well enough. And you? Your quite jumpy."
"Whatcha doing?" She asked and wavered her fins, tilting her head,
"Mn.. No... I tried to raise my daughter again and she couldn't hold her form together..." She said and stared down at the body.
"I like to know when people walk up on me." He chuckled "I am fine otherwise... I'm Oliver... Oliver Fitz.." He extends a hand.
"Just packin up. Me and my brothers are about to clear outta here. What are ya doin up there?"
Theren gently places a hand on her shoulder. "I know how you feel....I'm not trying to sound insensitive when i say this but sometimes you just have to let go..."
"Nice to meet you Mister Fitz. I'm Lance. Lance Scamander."
*if yer not too busy can yeh check ur pms?*
"Playin princess." She said and waved the stick "This is my magic wand!"
"I know I should... But I can't." She said and sighed, rubbing her temples.
"Pleasure." He said. (Does he have TrueSight?)
"Thats lovely."
"I just lost an old friend, very dear to me...i tried and tried and tried to bring him back. You just have to learn to let go..."
*yup* Lance smiles happily. "So what bring you here?"
She giggles "You wanna be the dragon?"
"I CAN'T." She hisses loudly before stopping herself and calming down "I just can't..."
"Nothing much. Work and such like." He said, placing his hands in his pockets.
Besides Oliver is a man who is a bit older, he has short auburn hair, a pencil mustache, and light brown eyes. He wears a similar suit but its a bit finer. His hands are stuffed in his pockets, like a mimicking copy. He has a deep cut across his neck, severing his jugular.
"I wouldn't be much fun to play with. Im quite dull."
Theren lets his hand fall to his side. "I could..." he hesitates for a moment. "...I could make you forget..."
"Whose the man beside you?" he says, cocking his head.
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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.
*Can't access Fandom. You know, I could play around with the duality between gluttony and famine. You know, excess and dearth.*
*that sounds like quite the paradox.*
*Also sounds like it would be difficult to play without offending someone else's character(s). Famine isn't exactly something you can ignore or take lightly.*
Istal is sitting in a tree, playing with a tree branch as a wand. Anyone who gets near her needs to make a WIS Save (15) or become filled with child-like wonder and want to play with her.
Allison is weeping while she stands over the body of yet another try of her reincarnated daughter's body.
--------(NEW GUY)---------
A young man stands outside the tavern, pacing back and forth. He looks frightened and a bit worried, He wears a nice suit but nothing fancy, a bowler cap, and a red plaid tie. His skin seems.. off, like its waxy compared to his eyes, which are full of life. He carries a dagger in a sheath around his hip and rather strange looking brooch on the lapels of his jacket.
Droidbait wanders over. WIS: 22
Theren walks over looking concerned. "Allison?"
Lance walks over to the newcomer, suitcase in his right hand. "Hello there!"
He doesn't feel a thing. Istal waves and grins "Hello!" she chrips.
She looks up and wipes her tears. "Oh.. Hello Theren.."
The man looks up, almost jumping out of his skin. He catches his breath to calm his startled heart. "How do you do?" He smiles.
He looks up. His helmet covering his expression. "Hey there kiddo."
"A-are you alright?" he asks, looking down at the dead body.
"Well enough. And you? Your quite jumpy."
"Whatcha doing?" She asked and wavered her fins, tilting her head,
"Mn.. No... I tried to raise my daughter again and she couldn't hold her form together..." She said and stared down at the body.
"I like to know when people walk up on me." He chuckled "I am fine otherwise... I'm Oliver... Oliver Fitz.." He extends a hand.
"Just packin up. Me and my brothers are about to clear outta here. What are ya doin up there?"
Theren gently places a hand on her shoulder. "I know how you feel....I'm not trying to sound insensitive when i say this but sometimes you just have to let go..."
"Nice to meet you Mister Fitz. I'm Lance. Lance Scamander."
*if yer not too busy can yeh check ur pms?*
"Playin princess." She said and waved the stick "This is my magic wand!"
"I know I should... But I can't." She said and sighed, rubbing her temples.
"Pleasure." He said. (Does he have TrueSight?)
"Thats lovely."
"I just lost an old friend, very dear to me...i tried and tried and tried to bring him back. You just have to learn to let go..."
*yup* Lance smiles happily. "So what bring you here?"
She giggles "You wanna be the dragon?"
"I CAN'T." She hisses loudly before stopping herself and calming down "I just can't..."
"Nothing much. Work and such like." He said, placing his hands in his pockets.
Besides Oliver is a man who is a bit older, he has short auburn hair, a pencil mustache, and light brown eyes. He wears a similar suit but its a bit finer. His hands are stuffed in his pockets, like a mimicking copy. He has a deep cut across his neck, severing his jugular.
"I wouldn't be much fun to play with. Im quite dull."
Theren lets his hand fall to his side. "I could..." he hesitates for a moment. "...I could make you forget..."
"Whose the man beside you?" he says, cocking his head.
"How?" She asked.
"Believe me." She laughed, bordering on mania. "I have tried to forget but it keeps creeping back. Its like a curse branded into my skin."
"Oh.. You can see him." Oliver said, fidgeting with his tie. The other man sighed and made himself known "My name is Harvey, I'm his patron."
*Can't access Fandom. You know, I could play around with the duality between gluttony and famine. You know, excess and dearth.*
*that sounds like quite the paradox.*
*Also sounds like it would be difficult to play without offending someone else's character(s). Famine isn't exactly something you can ignore or take lightly.*
"I wouldn't be much fun to play with. Im quite dull."
Theren lets his hand fall to his side. "I could..." he hesitates for a moment. "...I could make you forget..."
"Whose the man beside you?" he says, cocking his head.
"How?" She asked.
"Believe me." She laughed, bordering on mania. "I have tried to forget but it keeps creeping back. Its like a curse branded into my skin."
"Oh.. You can see him." Oliver said, fidgeting with his tie. The other man sighed and made himself known "My name is Harvey, I'm his patron."
"I'm a soldier. Fun isn't exactly my speciality."
"I could use a spell...make you forget you ever had a daughter....or I could create a world inside your mind where she lived....and you two could be together forever..."
"And Mister Harvey...are you a good or evil patron." he asks, clenching his case tightly.
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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.
*Can't access Fandom. You know, I could play around with the duality between gluttony and famine. You know, excess and dearth.*
*that sounds like quite the paradox.*
*Also sounds like it would be difficult to play without offending someone else's character(s). Famine isn't exactly something you can ignore or take lightly.*
*True*
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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 wouldn't be much fun to play with. Im quite dull."
Theren lets his hand fall to his side. "I could..." he hesitates for a moment. "...I could make you forget..."
"Whose the man beside you?" he says, cocking his head.
"How?" She asked.
"Believe me." She laughed, bordering on mania. "I have tried to forget but it keeps creeping back. Its like a curse branded into my skin."
"Oh.. You can see him." Oliver said, fidgeting with his tie. The other man sighed and made himself known "My name is Harvey, I'm his patron."
"I'm a soldier. Fun isn't exactly my speciality."
"I could use a spell...make you forget you ever had a daughter....or I could create a world inside your mind where she lived....and you two could be together forever..."
"And Mister Harvey...are you a good or evil patron." he asks, clenching his case tightly.
"So?" She asked, tilting her head. "People change."
"I don't want to forget. I want to remember because of what I did.."
"Does it matter?" He huffed and summoned an ethereal pipe, smoking it. "Good and Evil are horrible terms to make someone choose. I prefer the term of neutral."
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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
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Droidbait wanders over. WIS: 27
Theren walks over looking concerned. "Allison?"
Lance walks over to the newcomer, suitcase in his right hand. "Hello there!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He doesn't feel a thing. Istal waves and grins "Hello!" she chrips.
She looks up and wipes her tears. "Oh.. Hello Theren.."
The man looks up, almost jumping out of his skin. He catches his breath to calm his startled heart. "How do you do?" He smiles.
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
He looks up. His helmet covering his expression. "Hey there kiddo."
"A-are you alright?" he asks, looking down at the dead body.
"Well enough. And you? Your quite jumpy."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I wanna make some sort of gluttony demon or something, but I'm not sure how I would execute that in an interesting way.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Whatcha doing?" She asked and wavered her fins, tilting her head,
"Mn.. No... I tried to raise my daughter again and she couldn't hold her form together..." She said and stared down at the body.
"I like to know when people walk up on me." He chuckled "I am fine otherwise... I'm Oliver... Oliver Fitz.." He extends a hand.
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
*Find a demon type and roll with it :D https://forgottenrealms.fandom.com/wiki/Category:Inhabitants_of_the_Abyss*
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
"Just packin up. Me and my brothers are about to clear outta here. What are ya doin up there?"
Theren gently places a hand on her shoulder. "I know how you feel....I'm not trying to sound insensitive when i say this but sometimes you just have to let go..."
"Nice to meet you Mister Fitz. I'm Lance. Lance Scamander."
*if yer not too busy can yeh check ur pms?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Playin princess." She said and waved the stick "This is my magic wand!"
"I know I should... But I can't." She said and sighed, rubbing her temples.
"Pleasure." He said. (Does he have TrueSight?)
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
"Thats lovely."
"I just lost an old friend, very dear to me...i tried and tried and tried to bring him back. You just have to learn to let go..."
*yup* Lance smiles happily. "So what bring you here?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She giggles "You wanna be the dragon?"
"I CAN'T." She hisses loudly before stopping herself and calming down "I just can't..."
"Nothing much. Work and such like." He said, placing his hands in his pockets.
Besides Oliver is a man who is a bit older, he has short auburn hair, a pencil mustache, and light brown eyes. He wears a similar suit but its a bit finer. His hands are stuffed in his pockets, like a mimicking copy. He has a deep cut across his neck, severing his jugular.
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
*Can't access Fandom. You know, I could play around with the duality between gluttony and famine. You know, excess and dearth.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I wouldn't be much fun to play with. Im quite dull."
Theren lets his hand fall to his side. "I could..." he hesitates for a moment. "...I could make you forget..."
"Whose the man beside you?" he says, cocking his head.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*that sounds like quite the paradox.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*OOOOH. I likes it.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Also sounds like it would be difficult to play without offending someone else's character(s). Famine isn't exactly something you can ignore or take lightly.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"How?" She asked.
"Believe me." She laughed, bordering on mania. "I have tried to forget but it keeps creeping back. Its like a curse branded into my skin."
"Oh.. You can see him." Oliver said, fidgeting with his tie. The other man sighed and made himself known "My name is Harvey, I'm his patron."
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
*{KICKS OPEN DOOR}*
*I VOLUNTEER.*
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'm a soldier. Fun isn't exactly my speciality."
"I could use a spell...make you forget you ever had a daughter....or I could create a world inside your mind where she lived....and you two could be together forever..."
"And Mister Harvey...are you a good or evil patron." he asks, clenching his case tightly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*True*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"So?" She asked, tilting her head. "People change."
"I don't want to forget. I want to remember because of what I did.."
"Does it matter?" He huffed and summoned an ethereal pipe, smoking it. "Good and Evil are horrible terms to make someone choose. I prefer the term of neutral."
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