Yelena goes just outside the tavern with a bowl of noodles that she is focusing on eating. She bumps into Zjadacz. "Whoa! sorry! didnt see you there!" she somehow did not get any noodles on you.
He looks up, then flips his knife in his hand so that the blade is pointing down. "I..." He thinks for a moment. He flips the knife back into carving position. "Do these symbols make you uncomfortable at all?" He holds up a carved bone. As a bard, I think she would know that these are very blasphemous sigils, runes created by Ur-priests, who are clerics with no god.
Yelena goes just outside the tavern with a bowl of noodles that she is focusing on eating. She bumps into Zjadacz. "Whoa! sorry! didnt see you there!" she somehow did not get any noodles on you.
He looks up, then flips his knife in his hand so that the blade is pointing down. "I..." He thinks for a moment. He flips the knife back into carving position. "Do these symbols make you uncomfortable at all?" He holds up a carved bone. As a bard, I think she would know that these are very blasphemous sigils, runes created by Ur-priests, who are clerics with no god.
*i think she wouldnt know*
She looks at them. "nope! they look fine to me!"
"Okay, good. That means I don't have any particular reason to distrust you. That's always nice." He moves a bit out of the way, then crouches down again. "These sigils should protect the tavern once I set them up."
"Hello there. I just wanted to thank you again for helping me."
"Of course! Happy to!"
"I wanted to ask... have you heard of the god Tyr? I seem to have drawn his gaze. Not because of anything I did, I don't think, but because of my bloodline and its blessing."
*A short kid in mideval milita-style armor walks up and eavesdrops*
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"...Yes. He's a bit against my religion. And what it has done to my family. Our abilities are what many consider to be blasphemous, including many gods, good and evil. Tyr has sent a high priest as an assassin to hunt us down. At least, it seems to be Tyr. They claimed to be working under the will of several gods, but never any more than once. They brand us with the symbol of Tyr, though, which lead to my assumptions."
"That sounds awful! Why would the gods do such a thing?"
"Our religion is based around freedom from the lords of our planes. It has a very bad reputation, as we use magic rituals to force out the influence of the planar rulers, such as gods and demon lords. We are known as the Pilgrims to each other, but the rulers of those planes call us by a much crueler name: The Children of the Godeater."
"Oh dear, that is just awful... All I could think to do would be to offer you as much protection as I can, but I'm afraid it wouldn't be enough to stand up to a diety."
"Oh dear, that is just awful... All I could think to do would be to offer you as much protection as I can, but I'm afraid it wouldn't be enough to stand up to a diety."
"Priests aren't all that tough. I have some tricks up my sleeve. My people had to develop them to not get wiped out, but in the times of peace that were so recent they had all but forgotten them. I was in charge of carrying the oral tradition, but the assassin came before I could even finish my training. However, I did grab this."
He draws the knife once more. "An artifact of our progenitor. Made of one of his divine kills, this blade is ancient and designed to defend against gods, fey, fiends, and alien monstrosities from beyond understanding."
*i think she wouldnt know*
She looks at them. "nope! they look fine to me!"
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
"Hello there. I just wanted to thank you again for helping me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Okay, good. That means I don't have any particular reason to distrust you. That's always nice." He moves a bit out of the way, then crouches down again. "These sigils should protect the tavern once I set them up."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"cool i guess? why does the tavern need protecting?"
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
*gtg sorry!*
She/they
loves food
that sums me up
"Me and my mother, my last relation, will be staying here for a while. Some shape-shifting demigod is after my family."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Of course! Happy to!"
"I wanted to ask... have you heard of the god Tyr? I seem to have drawn his gaze. Not because of anything I did, I don't think, but because of my bloodline and its blessing."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"The greater god of law and justice?"
*A short kid in mideval milita-style armor walks up and eavesdrops*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
"...Yes. He's a bit against my religion. And what it has done to my family. Our abilities are what many consider to be blasphemous, including many gods, good and evil. Tyr has sent a high priest as an assassin to hunt us down. At least, it seems to be Tyr. They claimed to be working under the will of several gods, but never any more than once. They brand us with the symbol of Tyr, though, which lead to my assumptions."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"That sounds awful! Why would the gods do such a thing?"
"Our religion is based around freedom from the lords of our planes. It has a very bad reputation, as we use magic rituals to force out the influence of the planar rulers, such as gods and demon lords. We are known as the Pilgrims to each other, but the rulers of those planes call us by a much crueler name: The Children of the Godeater."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"That sounds... unpleasant, but I am sure you are of no threat to the gods that seek your downfall, yes?"
"I certainly doubt it. At this point, I'd not be surprised if my mother and I weren't the only ones left on this plane."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oh dear, that is just awful... All I could think to do would be to offer you as much protection as I can, but I'm afraid it wouldn't be enough to stand up to a diety."
"Priests aren't all that tough. I have some tricks up my sleeve. My people had to develop them to not get wiped out, but in the times of peace that were so recent they had all but forgotten them. I was in charge of carrying the oral tradition, but the assassin came before I could even finish my training. However, I did grab this."
He draws the knife once more. "An artifact of our progenitor. Made of one of his divine kills, this blade is ancient and designed to defend against gods, fey, fiends, and alien monstrosities from beyond understanding."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*was gooooood peeps*
Theren is laying in a field staring at the sky
Phoenix is practising with his rifle.
Mars is trying to rid his armor of rust.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A clockwork Warforged enters into the ground floor. He orders a ginger beer.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
*GOOOOOOD MORNING. I HAD TO GO TO THE DOCTOR AND GET BLOOD DRAWN!*
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