A man wearing dark combat armor and night vision goggles is lying on the ground. A black mask and goggles cover his face. With a groan he sits up, a rifle hanging off of his shoulder. He stands shakily, reaching about 5'10". On his right hip is a small pistol and on his chest is a combat vest with magazines tucked into it. He is wearing a black backpack that looks heavy.
Some small, purple, kobold-looking creatures with soft fur and silver eyes are watching him. It seems to be the middle of the night.
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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.
A man wearing dark combat armor and night vision goggles is lying on the ground. A black mask and goggles cover his face. With a groan he sits up, a rifle hanging off of his shoulder. He stands shakily, reaching about 5'10". On his right hip is a small pistol and on his chest is a combat vest with magazines tucked into it. He is wearing a black backpack that looks heavy.
Some small, purple, kobold-looking creatures with soft fur and silver eyes are watching him. It seems to be the middle of the night.
The man pulls down his night vision goggles and turns them on. He unholsters his rifle and looks around.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A man wearing dark combat armor and night vision goggles is lying on the ground. A black mask and goggles cover his face. With a groan he sits up, a rifle hanging off of his shoulder. He stands shakily, reaching about 5'10". On his right hip is a small pistol and on his chest is a combat vest with magazines tucked into it. He is wearing a black backpack that looks heavy.
Some small, purple, kobold-looking creatures with soft fur and silver eyes are watching him. It seems to be the middle of the night.
The man pulls down his night vision goggles and turns them on. He unholsters his rifle and looks around.
The kobolds duck when he pulls out his rifle. "Stay where you are! Who are you?"
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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.
A man wearing dark combat armor and night vision goggles is lying on the ground. A black mask and goggles cover his face. With a groan he sits up, a rifle hanging off of his shoulder. He stands shakily, reaching about 5'10". On his right hip is a small pistol and on his chest is a combat vest with magazines tucked into it. He is wearing a black backpack that looks heavy.
Some small, purple, kobold-looking creatures with soft fur and silver eyes are watching him. It seems to be the middle of the night.
The man pulls down his night vision goggles and turns them on. He unholsters his rifle and looks around.
The kobolds duck when he pulls out his rifle. "Stay where you are! Who are you?"
The man whips towards the sound of the voice. "Who are you!? Come out with your hands up! I mean no harm!"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A man wearing dark combat armor and night vision goggles is lying on the ground. A black mask and goggles cover his face. With a groan he sits up, a rifle hanging off of his shoulder. He stands shakily, reaching about 5'10". On his right hip is a small pistol and on his chest is a combat vest with magazines tucked into it. He is wearing a black backpack that looks heavy.
Some small, purple, kobold-looking creatures with soft fur and silver eyes are watching him. It seems to be the middle of the night.
The man pulls down his night vision goggles and turns them on. He unholsters his rifle and looks around.
The kobolds duck when he pulls out his rifle. "Stay where you are! Who are you?"
The man whips towards the sound of the voice. "Who are you!? Come out with your hands up! I mean no harm!"
"You're the one who should be putting your hands up, Ironblood! We have you surround-" "Let me handle this."
One of the small, purple creatures, dressed in servent's clothing, walks out from behind a small hill. "Please lower your weapon. We mean no harm either. However, people very similar to you have caused us problems before, so forgive us for taking precautions. Would you like a drink?"
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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.
A man wearing dark combat armor and night vision goggles is lying on the ground. A black mask and goggles cover his face. With a groan he sits up, a rifle hanging off of his shoulder. He stands shakily, reaching about 5'10". On his right hip is a small pistol and on his chest is a combat vest with magazines tucked into it. He is wearing a black backpack that looks heavy.
Some small, purple, kobold-looking creatures with soft fur and silver eyes are watching him. It seems to be the middle of the night.
The man pulls down his night vision goggles and turns them on. He unholsters his rifle and looks around.
The kobolds duck when he pulls out his rifle. "Stay where you are! Who are you?"
The man whips towards the sound of the voice. "Who are you!? Come out with your hands up! I mean no harm!"
"You're the one who should be putting your hands up, Ironblood! We have you surround-" "Let me handle this."
One of the small, purple creatures, dressed in servent's clothing, walks out from behind a small hill. "Please lower your weapon. We mean no harm either. However, people very similar to you have caused us problems before, so forgive us for taking precautions. Would you like a drink?"
The man clicks off his safety. "Keep it 20 steps back. Understood?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A man wearing dark combat armor and night vision goggles is lying on the ground. A black mask and goggles cover his face. With a groan he sits up, a rifle hanging off of his shoulder. He stands shakily, reaching about 5'10". On his right hip is a small pistol and on his chest is a combat vest with magazines tucked into it. He is wearing a black backpack that looks heavy.
Some small, purple, kobold-looking creatures with soft fur and silver eyes are watching him. It seems to be the middle of the night.
The man pulls down his night vision goggles and turns them on. He unholsters his rifle and looks around.
The kobolds duck when he pulls out his rifle. "Stay where you are! Who are you?"
The man whips towards the sound of the voice. "Who are you!? Come out with your hands up! I mean no harm!"
"You're the one who should be putting your hands up, Ironblood! We have you surround-" "Let me handle this."
One of the small, purple creatures, dressed in servent's clothing, walks out from behind a small hill. "Please lower your weapon. We mean no harm either. However, people very similar to you have caused us problems before, so forgive us for taking precautions. Would you like a drink?"
The man clicks off his safety. "Keep it 20 steps back. Understood?"
The kobold sighs. "You're not in control of the situation, and that scares you, I get it. But violence isn't going to solve your problems here. We'll stay back, but please, lower your weapon."
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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.
A man wearing dark combat armor and night vision goggles is lying on the ground. A black mask and goggles cover his face. With a groan he sits up, a rifle hanging off of his shoulder. He stands shakily, reaching about 5'10". On his right hip is a small pistol and on his chest is a combat vest with magazines tucked into it. He is wearing a black backpack that looks heavy.
Some small, purple, kobold-looking creatures with soft fur and silver eyes are watching him. It seems to be the middle of the night.
The man pulls down his night vision goggles and turns them on. He unholsters his rifle and looks around.
The kobolds duck when he pulls out his rifle. "Stay where you are! Who are you?"
The man whips towards the sound of the voice. "Who are you!? Come out with your hands up! I mean no harm!"
"You're the one who should be putting your hands up, Ironblood! We have you surround-" "Let me handle this."
One of the small, purple creatures, dressed in servent's clothing, walks out from behind a small hill. "Please lower your weapon. We mean no harm either. However, people very similar to you have caused us problems before, so forgive us for taking precautions. Would you like a drink?"
The man clicks off his safety. "Keep it 20 steps back. Understood?"
The kobold sighs. "You're not in control of the situation, and that scares you, I get it. But violence isn't going to solve your problems here. We'll stay back, but please, lower your weapon."
"I'll keep my weapon raised if i feel like it." he says, his voice gaining a hard edge.
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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 kobold sighs. "You're not in control of the situation, and that scares you, I get it. But violence isn't going to solve your problems here. We'll stay back, but please, lower your weapon."
"I'll keep my weapon raised if i feel like it." he says, his voice gaining a hard edge.
The kobold pulls out a cigarette. He takes a puff. "Real damn shame." The sound of some sort of weapon firing nearby can be heard as the gun is hit by what looks like an oversized bola, knocking it out of the man's hands and wrapping around the weapon. There is a sizzling sound. The ropes are covered in some sort of acid. Some of it is on the man's gloves.
"Now, are you gonna behave, or should the others start triggering more traps before you can even draw your sidearm?"
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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.
The kobold sighs. "You're not in control of the situation, and that scares you, I get it. But violence isn't going to solve your problems here. We'll stay back, but please, lower your weapon."
"I'll keep my weapon raised if i feel like it." he says, his voice gaining a hard edge.
The kobold pulls out a cigarette. He takes a puff. "Real damn shame." The sound of some sort of weapon firing nearby can be heard as the gun is hit by what looks like an oversized bola, knocking it out of the man's hands and wrapping around the weapon. There is a sizzling sound. The ropes are covered in some sort of acid. Some of it is on the man's gloves.
"Now, are you gonna behave, or should the others start triggering more traps before you can even draw your sidearm?"
The man looks around and pulls off his mask, showing a decaying face. "Real nice touch with the acid scaleskin." he says, cutting the ropes
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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 kobold sighs. "You're not in control of the situation, and that scares you, I get it. But violence isn't going to solve your problems here. We'll stay back, but please, lower your weapon."
"I'll keep my weapon raised if i feel like it." he says, his voice gaining a hard edge.
The kobold pulls out a cigarette. He takes a puff. "Real damn shame." The sound of some sort of weapon firing nearby can be heard as the gun is hit by what looks like an oversized bola, knocking it out of the man's hands and wrapping around the weapon. There is a sizzling sound. The ropes are covered in some sort of acid. Some of it is on the man's gloves.
"Now, are you gonna behave, or should the others start triggering more traps before you can even draw your sidearm?"
The man looks around and pulls off his mask, showing a decaying face. "Real nice touch with the acid scaleskin." he says, cutting the ropes
As he moves to pick up the weapon, a leg-hold trap snaps around his leg. "We Victrillians are known for our alchemy skills. I really think tea is the better option here."
The weights on the bola crack open as centipedes start to flood out, crawling inside the gun.
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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.
The kobold sighs. "You're not in control of the situation, and that scares you, I get it. But violence isn't going to solve your problems here. We'll stay back, but please, lower your weapon."
"I'll keep my weapon raised if i feel like it." he says, his voice gaining a hard edge.
The kobold pulls out a cigarette. He takes a puff. "Real damn shame." The sound of some sort of weapon firing nearby can be heard as the gun is hit by what looks like an oversized bola, knocking it out of the man's hands and wrapping around the weapon. There is a sizzling sound. The ropes are covered in some sort of acid. Some of it is on the man's gloves.
"Now, are you gonna behave, or should the others start triggering more traps before you can even draw your sidearm?"
The man looks around and pulls off his mask, showing a decaying face. "Real nice touch with the acid scaleskin." he says, cutting the ropes
As he moves to pick up the weapon, a leg-hold trap snaps around his leg. "We Victrillians are known for our alchemy skills. I really think tea is the better option here."
The weights on the bola crack open as centipedes start to flood out, crawling inside the gun.
The man chuckles. "I dont fear death. Hades favors me. Weapons that never fail..I can never die."
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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 kobold sighs. "You're not in control of the situation, and that scares you, I get it. But violence isn't going to solve your problems here. We'll stay back, but please, lower your weapon."
"I'll keep my weapon raised if i feel like it." he says, his voice gaining a hard edge.
The kobold pulls out a cigarette. He takes a puff. "Real damn shame." The sound of some sort of weapon firing nearby can be heard as the gun is hit by what looks like an oversized bola, knocking it out of the man's hands and wrapping around the weapon. There is a sizzling sound. The ropes are covered in some sort of acid. Some of it is on the man's gloves.
"Now, are you gonna behave, or should the others start triggering more traps before you can even draw your sidearm?"
The man looks around and pulls off his mask, showing a decaying face. "Real nice touch with the acid scaleskin." he says, cutting the ropes
As he moves to pick up the weapon, a leg-hold trap snaps around his leg. "We Victrillians are known for our alchemy skills. I really think tea is the better option here."
The weights on the bola crack open as centipedes start to flood out, crawling inside the gun.
The man chuckles. "I dont fear death. Hades favors me. Weapons that never fail..I can never die."
"See, I think you misunderstand: there are no gods here. All that divine power? Gone. and not being able to die isn't something special here. And trust me, killing you is the least of our options. Stripping you of your gear, especially those night vision goggles, would be a lot more effective than just letting you reappear somewhere else."
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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.
The kobold sighs. "You're not in control of the situation, and that scares you, I get it. But violence isn't going to solve your problems here. We'll stay back, but please, lower your weapon."
"I'll keep my weapon raised if i feel like it." he says, his voice gaining a hard edge.
The kobold pulls out a cigarette. He takes a puff. "Real damn shame." The sound of some sort of weapon firing nearby can be heard as the gun is hit by what looks like an oversized bola, knocking it out of the man's hands and wrapping around the weapon. There is a sizzling sound. The ropes are covered in some sort of acid. Some of it is on the man's gloves.
"Now, are you gonna behave, or should the others start triggering more traps before you can even draw your sidearm?"
The man looks around and pulls off his mask, showing a decaying face. "Real nice touch with the acid scaleskin." he says, cutting the ropes
As he moves to pick up the weapon, a leg-hold trap snaps around his leg. "We Victrillians are known for our alchemy skills. I really think tea is the better option here."
The weights on the bola crack open as centipedes start to flood out, crawling inside the gun.
The man chuckles. "I dont fear death. Hades favors me. Weapons that never fail..I can never die."
"See, I think you misunderstand: there are no gods here. All that divine power? Gone. and not being able to die isn't something special here. And trust me, killing you is the least of our options. Stripping you of your gear, especially those night vision goggles, would be a lot more effective than just letting you reappear somewhere else."
"Fascinating." the man opens the trap holding his leg and walks towards the kobold. "And i suppose im supposed to be afraid of you?"
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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.
"See, I think you misunderstand: there are no gods here. All that divine power? Gone. and not being able to die isn't something special here. And trust me, killing you is the least of our options. Stripping you of your gear, especially those night vision goggles, would be a lot more effective than just letting you reappear somewhere else."
"Fascinating." the man opens the trap holding his leg and walks towards the kobold. "And i suppose im supposed to be afraid of you?"
He shrugs. "Not really. I'm no titan. But you really should be being more careful right now."
The man feels a sudden stinging in his leg. A sharp wire was pulled taught, slashing cleanly through his knee. Also, yet more acid.
"I'm not really all that dangerous."
Another loud shot as a large, enchanted lead ball passes through the man's other knee, destroying the joint.
"But we had a bit of time to prepare."
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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.
"See, I think you misunderstand: there are no gods here. All that divine power? Gone. and not being able to die isn't something special here. And trust me, killing you is the least of our options. Stripping you of your gear, especially those night vision goggles, would be a lot more effective than just letting you reappear somewhere else."
"Fascinating." the man opens the trap holding his leg and walks towards the kobold. "And i suppose im supposed to be afraid of you?"
He shrugs. "Not really. I'm no titan. But you really should be being more careful right now."
The man feels a sudden stinging in his leg. A sharp wire was pulled taught, slashing cleanly through his knee. Also, yet more acid.
"I'm not really all that dangerous."
Another loud shot as a large, enchanted lead ball passes through the man's other knee, destroying the joint.
"But we had a bit of time to prepare."
The man looks down as his legs start to regrow. he then laughs. "Oh this is rich."
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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.
"See, I think you misunderstand: there are no gods here. All that divine power? Gone. and not being able to die isn't something special here. And trust me, killing you is the least of our options. Stripping you of your gear, especially those night vision goggles, would be a lot more effective than just letting you reappear somewhere else."
"Fascinating." the man opens the trap holding his leg and walks towards the kobold. "And i suppose im supposed to be afraid of you?"
He shrugs. "Not really. I'm no titan. But you really should be being more careful right now."
The man feels a sudden stinging in his leg. A sharp wire was pulled taught, slashing cleanly through his knee. Also, yet more acid.
"I'm not really all that dangerous."
Another loud shot as a large, enchanted lead ball passes through the man's other knee, destroying the joint.
"But we had a bit of time to prepare."
The man looks down as his legs start to regrow. he then laughs. "Oh this is rich."
"It really is. You see, you're not from this place. This place hates people like you. Ironbloods. Outsiders."
His legs begin to grow twisted and mangled. They rapidly rot and fall apart and split open as they grow, eyes staring out at him.
"This entire dimension is designed to torment the powerful. Those who abuse their powers. It messes up sometimes. You really sure you don't want some tea?"
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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.
The door opens quietly as a young man with fair, almond colored skin, bright orange eyes, and scraggly brown hair walks inside. He is dressed in a brown over coat, a brown waist jacket, white dress shirt, brown trousers, and brown boots. All of his clothes are stained in dark crimson blood, the smell almost suffocating. He hobbles over to a table and collapses into it.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"See, I think you misunderstand: there are no gods here. All that divine power? Gone. and not being able to die isn't something special here. And trust me, killing you is the least of our options. Stripping you of your gear, especially those night vision goggles, would be a lot more effective than just letting you reappear somewhere else."
"Fascinating." the man opens the trap holding his leg and walks towards the kobold. "And i suppose im supposed to be afraid of you?"
He shrugs. "Not really. I'm no titan. But you really should be being more careful right now."
The man feels a sudden stinging in his leg. A sharp wire was pulled taught, slashing cleanly through his knee. Also, yet more acid.
"I'm not really all that dangerous."
Another loud shot as a large, enchanted lead ball passes through the man's other knee, destroying the joint.
"But we had a bit of time to prepare."
The man looks down as his legs start to regrow. he then laughs. "Oh this is rich."
"It really is. You see, you're not from this place. This place hates people like you. Ironbloods. Outsiders."
His legs begin to grow twisted and mangled. They rapidly rot and fall apart and split open as they grow, eyes staring out at him.
"This entire dimension is designed to torment the powerful. Those who abuse their powers. It messes up sometimes. You really sure you don't want some tea?"
"dont have any blood mate. And id rather not hurt people. plus i use my powers for the good."
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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.
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Some small, purple, kobold-looking creatures with soft fur and silver eyes are watching him. It seems to be the middle of the night.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The man pulls down his night vision goggles and turns them on. He unholsters his rifle and looks around.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The kobolds duck when he pulls out his rifle. "Stay where you are! Who are you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The man whips towards the sound of the voice. "Who are you!? Come out with your hands up! I mean no harm!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You're the one who should be putting your hands up, Ironblood! We have you surround-" "Let me handle this."
One of the small, purple creatures, dressed in servent's clothing, walks out from behind a small hill. "Please lower your weapon. We mean no harm either. However, people very similar to you have caused us problems before, so forgive us for taking precautions. Would you like a drink?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The man clicks off his safety. "Keep it 20 steps back. Understood?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The kobold sighs. "You're not in control of the situation, and that scares you, I get it. But violence isn't going to solve your problems here. We'll stay back, but please, lower your weapon."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'll keep my weapon raised if i feel like it." he says, his voice gaining a hard edge.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The kobold pulls out a cigarette. He takes a puff. "Real damn shame." The sound of some sort of weapon firing nearby can be heard as the gun is hit by what looks like an oversized bola, knocking it out of the man's hands and wrapping around the weapon. There is a sizzling sound. The ropes are covered in some sort of acid. Some of it is on the man's gloves.
"Now, are you gonna behave, or should the others start triggering more traps before you can even draw your sidearm?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The man looks around and pulls off his mask, showing a decaying face. "Real nice touch with the acid scaleskin." he says, cutting the ropes
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
As he moves to pick up the weapon, a leg-hold trap snaps around his leg. "We Victrillians are known for our alchemy skills. I really think tea is the better option here."
The weights on the bola crack open as centipedes start to flood out, crawling inside the gun.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The man chuckles. "I dont fear death. Hades favors me. Weapons that never fail..I can never die."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"See, I think you misunderstand: there are no gods here. All that divine power? Gone. and not being able to die isn't something special here. And trust me, killing you is the least of our options. Stripping you of your gear, especially those night vision goggles, would be a lot more effective than just letting you reappear somewhere else."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Fascinating." the man opens the trap holding his leg and walks towards the kobold. "And i suppose im supposed to be afraid of you?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
TherenDotsk2 is the ambush still happening on The 2 Story Tavern?
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
He shrugs. "Not really. I'm no titan. But you really should be being more careful right now."
The man feels a sudden stinging in his leg. A sharp wire was pulled taught, slashing cleanly through his knee. Also, yet more acid.
"I'm not really all that dangerous."
Another loud shot as a large, enchanted lead ball passes through the man's other knee, destroying the joint.
"But we had a bit of time to prepare."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The man looks down as his legs start to regrow. he then laughs. "Oh this is rich."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"It really is. You see, you're not from this place. This place hates people like you. Ironbloods. Outsiders."
His legs begin to grow twisted and mangled. They rapidly rot and fall apart and split open as they grow, eyes staring out at him.
"This entire dimension is designed to torment the powerful. Those who abuse their powers. It messes up sometimes. You really sure you don't want some tea?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The door opens quietly as a young man with fair, almond colored skin, bright orange eyes, and scraggly brown hair walks inside. He is dressed in a brown over coat, a brown waist jacket, white dress shirt, brown trousers, and brown boots. All of his clothes are stained in dark crimson blood, the smell almost suffocating. He hobbles over to a table and collapses into it.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"dont have any blood mate. And id rather not hurt people. plus i use my powers for the good."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.