TF is talking to Ilnarthi about The general things that need to be done in the city of peace openly, and discussing Happy Chaos matters telepathically.
The pig child is trying fruitlessly to bring food and drink to the people of their town. The people keep dying by the hundreds, their fields rotten and sources of water spoiling.
The pig child is trying fruitlessly to bring food and drink to the people of their town. The people keep dying by the hundreds, their fields rotten and sources of water spoiling.
A golden, long-handled cleaver big enough to split a city block stabs into the ground. Szerucharz watches the fatalities, expressionless. His seven fingers angrily drum the handle of his godsplitter.
The pig child is trying fruitlessly to bring food and drink to the people of their town. The people keep dying by the hundreds, their fields rotten and sources of water spoiling.
A golden, long-handled cleaver big enough to split a city block stabs into the ground. Szerucharz watches the fatalities, expressionless. His seven fingers angrily drum the handle of his godsplitter.
The child jumps, making pig-squeal-like noise in surprise. "H-Hello?"
The pig child is trying fruitlessly to bring food and drink to the people of their town. The people keep dying by the hundreds, their fields rotten and sources of water spoiling.
A golden, long-handled cleaver big enough to split a city block stabs into the ground. Szerucharz watches the fatalities, expressionless. His seven fingers angrily drum the handle of his godsplitter.
The child jumps, making pig-squeal-like noise in surprise. "H-Hello?"
The giant leans down, his unusual eyes wide in the dark void they float in. His breath blows like a gust of freezing wind. "What is your name, boy?"
The pig child is trying fruitlessly to bring food and drink to the people of their town. The people keep dying by the hundreds, their fields rotten and sources of water spoiling.
A golden, long-handled cleaver big enough to split a city block stabs into the ground. Szerucharz watches the fatalities, expressionless. His seven fingers angrily drum the handle of his godsplitter.
The child jumps, making pig-squeal-like noise in surprise. "H-Hello?"
The giant leans down, his unusual eyes wide in the dark void they float in. His breath blows like a gust of freezing wind. "What is your name, boy?"
"I-Igor." He stutters, shaking like a leaf in the wind "My name is Igor." He fidgets with the straps of his overalls.
The giant leans down, his unusual eyes wide in the dark void they float in. His breath blows like a gust of freezing wind. "What is your name, boy?"
"I-Igor." He stutters, shaking like a leaf in the wind "My name is Igor." He fidgets with the straps of his overalls.
"When did you arrive here, Igor?" The aggression seems to have faded slightly.
"A-At my town o-or.." he gestures around at the surrounding area.
"Anywhere. How far away is the first thing you remember?"
He thinks and then points to the scar on his neck "Being dragged to this smelly place in a metal room and someone taking a knife and draining me of my blood.." he said, tilting his head, his ears flopping over.
The giant leans down, his unusual eyes wide in the dark void they float in. His breath blows like a gust of freezing wind. "What is your name, boy?"
"I-Igor." He stutters, shaking like a leaf in the wind "My name is Igor." He fidgets with the straps of his overalls.
"When did you arrive here, Igor?" The aggression seems to have faded slightly.
"A-At my town o-or.." he gestures around at the surrounding area.
"Anywhere. How far away is the first thing you remember?"
He thinks and then points to the scar on his neck "Being dragged to this smelly place in a metal room and someone taking a knife and draining me of my blood.." he said, tilting his head, his ears flopping over.
"Ah. You must be a demon then." He places a hand on his chest. "I am Szerucharz, a horrible creature form another world, much like you."
The giant leans down, his unusual eyes wide in the dark void they float in. His breath blows like a gust of freezing wind. "What is your name, boy?"
"I-Igor." He stutters, shaking like a leaf in the wind "My name is Igor." He fidgets with the straps of his overalls.
"When did you arrive here, Igor?" The aggression seems to have faded slightly.
"A-At my town o-or.." he gestures around at the surrounding area.
"Anywhere. How far away is the first thing you remember?"
He thinks and then points to the scar on his neck "Being dragged to this smelly place in a metal room and someone taking a knife and draining me of my blood.." he said, tilting his head, his ears flopping over.
"Ah. You must be a demon then." He places a hand on his chest. "I am Szerucharz, a horrible creature form another world, much like you."
"A demon? What's that?" He asked, his tone confused like he has never heard of that before.
He thinks and then points to the scar on his neck "Being dragged to this smelly place in a metal room and someone taking a knife and draining me of my blood.." he said, tilting his head, his ears flopping over.
"Ah. You must be a demon then." He places a hand on his chest. "I am Szerucharz, a horrible creature from another world, much like you."
"A demon? What's that?" He asked, his tone confused like he has never heard of that before.
"It's just what I described. You are powerful, just not in the way you seem to want to be. When a mortal man picks up a piece of meat, it does not spoil. I believe that the problem is you." His eyes soften slightly.
He thinks and then points to the scar on his neck "Being dragged to this smelly place in a metal room and someone taking a knife and draining me of my blood.." he said, tilting his head, his ears flopping over.
"Ah. You must be a demon then." He places a hand on his chest. "I am Szerucharz, a horrible creature from another world, much like you."
"A demon? What's that?" He asked, his tone confused like he has never heard of that before.
"It's just what I described. You are powerful, just not in the way you seem to want to be. When a mortal man picks up a piece of meat, it does not spoil. I believe that the problem is you." His eyes soften slightly.
"B-But.. I'm the i-issue?" Tears form in their eyes "I'm causing the s-starving people.."
He thinks and then points to the scar on his neck "Being dragged to this smelly place in a metal room and someone taking a knife and draining me of my blood.." he said, tilting his head, his ears flopping over.
"Ah. You must be a demon then." He places a hand on his chest. "I am Szerucharz, a horrible creature from another world, much like you."
"A demon? What's that?" He asked, his tone confused like he has never heard of that before.
"It's just what I described. You are powerful, just not in the way you seem to want to be. When a mortal man picks up a piece of meat, it does not spoil. I believe that the problem is you." His eyes soften slightly.
"B-But.. I'm the i-issue?" Tears form in their eyes "I'm causing the s-starving people.."
"Yes. But you don't need to worry. I can build a place for you where you won't hurt your friends. I think." He holds out a godflesh glove for Igor to climb onto.
He thinks and then points to the scar on his neck "Being dragged to this smelly place in a metal room and someone taking a knife and draining me of my blood.." he said, tilting his head, his ears flopping over.
"Ah. You must be a demon then." He places a hand on his chest. "I am Szerucharz, a horrible creature from another world, much like you."
"A demon? What's that?" He asked, his tone confused like he has never heard of that before.
"It's just what I described. You are powerful, just not in the way you seem to want to be. When a mortal man picks up a piece of meat, it does not spoil. I believe that the problem is you." His eyes soften slightly.
"B-But.. I'm the i-issue?" Tears form in their eyes "I'm causing the s-starving people.."
"Yes. But you don't need to worry. I can build a place for you where you won't hurt your friends. I think." He holds out a godflesh glove for Igor to climb onto.
The child is shaking like a scared Chihuahua. They seem unable to focus, staring at their own hands. They shake their head violently from side to side, rubbing their hands up and down their arms in a feeble attempt to comfort themselves.
He thinks and then points to the scar on his neck "Being dragged to this smelly place in a metal room and someone taking a knife and draining me of my blood.." he said, tilting his head, his ears flopping over.
"Ah. You must be a demon then." He places a hand on his chest. "I am Szerucharz, a horrible creature from another world, much like you."
"A demon? What's that?" He asked, his tone confused like he has never heard of that before.
"It's just what I described. You are powerful, just not in the way you seem to want to be. When a mortal man picks up a piece of meat, it does not spoil. I believe that the problem is you." His eyes soften slightly.
"B-But.. I'm the i-issue?" Tears form in their eyes "I'm causing the s-starving people.."
"Yes. But you don't need to worry. I can build a place for you where you won't hurt your friends. I think." He holds out a godflesh glove for Igor to climb onto.
The child is shaking like a scared Chihuahua. They seem unable to focus, staring at their own hands. They shake their head violently from side to side, rubbing their hands up and down their arms in a feeble attempt to comfort themselves.
Szerucharz waits. "It's not your fault. You didn't know."
He thinks and then points to the scar on his neck "Being dragged to this smelly place in a metal room and someone taking a knife and draining me of my blood.." he said, tilting his head, his ears flopping over.
"Ah. You must be a demon then." He places a hand on his chest. "I am Szerucharz, a horrible creature from another world, much like you."
"A demon? What's that?" He asked, his tone confused like he has never heard of that before.
"It's just what I described. You are powerful, just not in the way you seem to want to be. When a mortal man picks up a piece of meat, it does not spoil. I believe that the problem is you." His eyes soften slightly.
"B-But.. I'm the i-issue?" Tears form in their eyes "I'm causing the s-starving people.."
"Yes. But you don't need to worry. I can build a place for you where you won't hurt your friends. I think." He holds out a godflesh glove for Igor to climb onto.
The child is shaking like a scared Chihuahua. They seem unable to focus, staring at their own hands. They shake their head violently from side to side, rubbing their hands up and down their arms in a feeble attempt to comfort themselves.
Szerucharz waits. "It's not your fault. You didn't know."
They cover their ears, once again throwing their head from side to side "I just wanted to help!"
TF is talking to Ilnarthi about The general things that need to be done in the city of peace openly, and discussing Happy Chaos matters telepathically.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
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The pig child is trying fruitlessly to bring food and drink to the people of their town. The people keep dying by the hundreds, their fields rotten and sources of water spoiling.
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
A golden, long-handled cleaver big enough to split a city block stabs into the ground. Szerucharz watches the fatalities, expressionless. His seven fingers angrily drum the handle of his godsplitter.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The child jumps, making pig-squeal-like noise in surprise. "H-Hello?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The giant leans down, his unusual eyes wide in the dark void they float in. His breath blows like a gust of freezing wind. "What is your name, boy?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I-Igor." He stutters, shaking like a leaf in the wind "My name is Igor." He fidgets with the straps of his overalls.
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
"When did you arrive here, Igor?" The aggression seems to have faded slightly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"A-At my town o-or.." he gestures around at the surrounding area.
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
"Anywhere. How far away is the first thing you remember?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He thinks and then points to the scar on his neck "Being dragged to this smelly place in a metal room and someone taking a knife and draining me of my blood.." he said, tilting his head, his ears flopping over.
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
"Ah. You must be a demon then." He places a hand on his chest. "I am Szerucharz, a horrible creature form another world, much like you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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"A demon? What's that?" He asked, his tone confused like he has never heard of that before.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"It's just what I described. You are powerful, just not in the way you seem to want to be. When a mortal man picks up a piece of meat, it does not spoil. I believe that the problem is you." His eyes soften slightly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"B-But.. I'm the i-issue?" Tears form in their eyes "I'm causing the s-starving people.."
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
"Yes. But you don't need to worry. I can build a place for you where you won't hurt your friends. I think." He holds out a godflesh glove for Igor to climb onto.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The child is shaking like a scared Chihuahua. They seem unable to focus, staring at their own hands. They shake their head violently from side to side, rubbing their hands up and down their arms in a feeble attempt to comfort themselves.
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
Szerucharz waits. "It's not your fault. You didn't know."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They cover their ears, once again throwing their head from side to side "I just wanted to help!"
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 know."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels