*if Colt gets closer to the stench then look at the below*
(he can see the half rotted away/skeleton corpse of a young girl, no older than 9. she looks almost like the ghost he is visited by rarely *Luni's Body*)
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~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die)Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
In the darkness of night, there’s a tiny flutter of blackness. It goes unnoticed for several minutes, before it happens again, and again. Gentle fluttering, darker blackness against the murky night. Tiny little legs of gloom, struggling to break free of each other.
Then, all at once, the legs move. They spread open with a great burst of movement, and beneath them sits an eye. The legs — now revealed to be eyelashes — rustle gently as the eye blinks once, twice, three times. Its iris is yellow, its pupil a bright white, bloodshot with black veins.
Slowly, as though waking from a nightmarish slumber, the creature begins to move. It stands and becomes fully visible. Craggy shoulders covered in broken arrows, patches of scabby scales, all a dull grey accented with a gloomy shade of purple. The creature is massive, standing roughly at the height of a hill giant. It holds in its right hand a golden flask filled with fine wine.
This is the demon Kezzolan, betrayer of Netheril, first of the nothics.
Kezzolan stands, breaking free of the gloomy darkness. He offers a friendly wave.
A sooty Miner turns the corner and sees the monstrosity. He stares for a few seconds, fear flashing in his deep set eyes, and then he immediately looks away. His eyes are locked on the wall as he tries to ignore your existence.
Kezzolan is perplexed. He pauses, and tries to tap Miner on the shoulder.
He shudders when you touch him. Then he speaks in a small, distant voice, "Please don't crush my head."
*if Colt gets closer to the stench then look at the below*
(he can see the half rotted away/skeleton corpse of a young girl, no older than 9. she looks almost like the ghost he is visited by rarely *Luni's Body*)
*He is currently strapped to a table I'm pretty sure, but dope*
(Luni floats around upstairs, looking for an MTF agent to terrorize)
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~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die)Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
(Luni floats around upstairs, looking for an MTF agent to terrorize)
*welp, the last one just left*
*dam*
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~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die)Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
In the darkness of night, there’s a tiny flutter of blackness. It goes unnoticed for several minutes, before it happens again, and again. Gentle fluttering, darker blackness against the murky night. Tiny little legs of gloom, struggling to break free of each other.
Then, all at once, the legs move. They spread open with a great burst of movement, and beneath them sits an eye. The legs — now revealed to be eyelashes — rustle gently as the eye blinks once, twice, three times. Its iris is yellow, its pupil a bright white, bloodshot with black veins.
Slowly, as though waking from a nightmarish slumber, the creature begins to move. It stands and becomes fully visible. Craggy shoulders covered in broken arrows, patches of scabby scales, all a dull grey accented with a gloomy shade of purple. The creature is massive, standing roughly at the height of a hill giant. It holds in its right hand a golden flask filled with fine wine.
This is the demon Kezzolan, betrayer of Netheril, first of the nothics.
Kezzolan stands, breaking free of the gloomy darkness. He offers a friendly wave.
A sooty Miner turns the corner and sees the monstrosity. He stares for a few seconds, fear flashing in his deep set eyes, and then he immediately looks away. His eyes are locked on the wall as he tries to ignore your existence.
Kezzolan is perplexed. He pauses, and tries to tap Miner on the shoulder.
He shudders when you touch him. Then he speaks in a small, distant voice, "Please don't crush my head."
“I won’t.” He hesitates. “Wait, should I?”
"N-no! I have not denied you Bergmonch. Have I interrupted your tasks?" He covers his mouth with his hand.
Colt hears a beating heart coming from deeper in the basement. Mezzoni either cannot or will not hear it.
Colt tilts his head halfway, looking towards the beating
He sees the faint shine of glasses in the dark. Someone tall is standing there. "What's your name, son? Can you tell me your name?" Mezzoni still can't hear or see it.
"C....colt." he mumbles, barely audible to anyone besides the figure
"Nice to meet you, Colt. You like fire, right? How would you like to go to the boiler room? We have lots of fire there. It keeps the hospital warm."
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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.
My charater, a scarred, sewn-together humanoid with long black-brown hair sits in the main room
*pls I need interaction*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
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The last MTF goes to the courtyard but grunts in frustration when he sees that its empty.
*if Colt gets closer to the stench then look at the below*
(he can see the half rotted away/skeleton corpse of a young girl, no older than 9. she looks almost like the ghost he is visited by rarely *Luni's Body*)
~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether
R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die) Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
"Any time. Really. Just tell a staff member you want to talk to Father whenever you need me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Where is he...?"
“I won’t.” He hesitates. “Wait, should I?”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*He is currently strapped to a table I'm pretty sure, but dope*
"If you... if you ever see the straw man," he looks ashamed of himself, and then a grim anger washed across his face, "Burn him for me."
"got it! Oh could I maybe get new crayons? My black and red are all worn out"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
He sighs and sets a pack of cards down in the center of the courtyard then stands back up and hits the switch on his vest, disappearing in a flash.
(Luni floats around upstairs, looking for an MTF agent to terrorize)
~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether
R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die) Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
*welp, the last one just left*
*dam*
~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether
R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die) Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
(hello again)a
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"N-no! I have not denied you Bergmonch. Have I interrupted your tasks?" He covers his mouth with his hand.
"Nice to meet you, Colt. You like fire, right? How would you like to go to the boiler room? We have lots of fire there. It keeps the hospital warm."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The shark person, out of boredom, sends out a telepathic message. "Hellloooo? Can someone give me a hand?"
"Of course. I like black and red myself, but I usually put some gold in there too. Yellow's my favorite color of all."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He tilts his head, confused for a few seconds but nods, "Ok."
My charater, a scarred, sewn-together humanoid with long black-brown hair sits in the main room
*pls I need interaction*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
(how are you all)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky