*I've decided that Douxgras was a spoiled rich kid who thought he could conquer anything. He died.*
Douxgras is planting seeds that he had bred while out in the wilderness.
Like by magic, tethered to what he wishes to serve, Kraus is suddenly by his side. "Planting?.."
*I just noticed that your sig looks kind of like a top hat*
Douxgras jolts slightly. "Damn, you're quiet. Yeah. It's the little things, you know? A reliable, public source of good fruits and vegetables is almost as important as physical protection."
*(quietly cackles)*
"Forgive me for scaring you." He bows.
"And how?.. a creature can survive with the most bare essentials."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*I've decided that Douxgras was a spoiled rich kid who thought he could conquer anything. He died.*
Douxgras is planting seeds that he had bred while out in the wilderness.
Like by magic, tethered to what he wishes to serve, Kraus is suddenly by his side. "Planting?.."
*I just noticed that your sig looks kind of like a top hat*
Douxgras jolts slightly. "Damn, you're quiet. Yeah. It's the little things, you know? A reliable, public source of good fruits and vegetables is almost as important as physical protection."
*(quietly cackles)*
"Forgive me for scaring you." He bows.
"And how?.. a creature can survive with the most bare essentials."
"Survival is a baseline. If you're striving for just that, something is deeply wrong with the place you are in. We're looking for thriving here. Each of these people has something to offer us, and they can't do that if they spend every second in a haze due to malnutrition. They should be able to enjoy their lives on a basic level."
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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.
*I've decided that Douxgras was a spoiled rich kid who thought he could conquer anything. He died.*
Douxgras is planting seeds that he had bred while out in the wilderness.
Like by magic, tethered to what he wishes to serve, Kraus is suddenly by his side. "Planting?.."
*I just noticed that your sig looks kind of like a top hat*
Douxgras jolts slightly. "Damn, you're quiet. Yeah. It's the little things, you know? A reliable, public source of good fruits and vegetables is almost as important as physical protection."
*(quietly cackles)*
"Forgive me for scaring you." He bows.
"And how?.. a creature can survive with the most bare essentials."
"Survival is a baseline. If you're striving for just that, something is deeply wrong with the place you are in. We're looking for thriving here. Each of these people has something to offer us, and they can't do that if they spend every second in a haze due to malnutrition. They should be able to enjoy their lives on a basic level."
Kraus thinks, fingers drumming on the hilt of his cleaver. "They could become a liability if they do not eat..?" He tries to piece it together.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Survival is a baseline. If you're striving for just that, something is deeply wrong with the place you are in. We're looking for thriving here. Each of these people has something to offer us, and they can't do that if they spend every second in a haze due to malnutrition. They should be able to enjoy their lives on a basic level."
Kraus thinks, fingers drumming on the hilt of his cleaver. "They could become a liability if they do not eat..?" He tries to piece it together.
"You're thinking of it wrong. Gratitude paves the way to love and respect. If we feed them, they will become assets. Think of it like this: people want to serve things that they enjoy. That is called love. If we let them enjoy life, they will begin to love life. If they love life, they will be willing to do things to preserve and improve life. In essence, they become stronger, more convicted. A little more like you, and a little more like me. This is my ultimate goal here: create a place where strife is the exception, not the rule. People here are resigned to their suffering because they know nothing better to do. Everyone has told them they are worthless, and have no purpose. Imagine if you were cast aside, and no one ever wanted your help again. That is what it is like for them every day."
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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.
"Survival is a baseline. If you're striving for just that, something is deeply wrong with the place you are in. We're looking for thriving here. Each of these people has something to offer us, and they can't do that if they spend every second in a haze due to malnutrition. They should be able to enjoy their lives on a basic level."
Kraus thinks, fingers drumming on the hilt of his cleaver. "They could become a liability if they do not eat..?" He tries to piece it together.
"You're thinking of it wrong. Gratitude paves the way to love and respect. If we feed them, they will become assets. Think of it like this: people want to serve things that they enjoy. That is called love. If we let them enjoy life, they will begin to love life. If they love life, they will be willing to do things to preserve and improve life. In essence, they become stronger, more convicted. A little more like you, and a little more like me. This is my ultimate goal here: create a place where strife is the exception, not the rule. People here are resigned to their suffering because they know nothing better to do. Everyone has told them they are worthless, and have no purpose. Imagine if you were cast aside, and no one ever wanted your help again. That is what it is like for them every day."
".." he is quiet again, closing his eyes as he thinks. "We are giving them a choice. We can provide for them, let them be happy again, hence turning them against what they already serve under?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"You're thinking of it wrong. Gratitude paves the way to love and respect. If we feed them, they will become assets. Think of it like this: people want to serve things that they enjoy. That is called love. If we let them enjoy life, they will begin to love life. If they love life, they will be willing to do things to preserve and improve life. In essence, they become stronger, more convicted. A little more like you, and a little more like me. This is my ultimate goal here: create a place where strife is the exception, not the rule. People here are resigned to their suffering because they know nothing better to do. Everyone has told them they are worthless, and have no purpose. Imagine if you were cast aside, and no one ever wanted your help again. That is what it is like for them every day."
".." he is quiet again, closing his eyes as he thinks. "We are giving them a choice. We can provide for them, let them be happy again, hence turning them against what they already serve under?"
"Sort of. We can show them how to provide for themselves. Our goal is not to rule, but to show people that they can choose what they serve. At the moment, they don't serve under the Saviour, regardless of what they say; cowardice, resignation, and despair are their only gods. Cardinal sins of my religion. We mustn't punish them, though, Mr. Kraus; they know not what they do. We must educate them in a way that makes them want to learn, that makes them come to us by their own will. Inflicting undue suffering is also a sin in my religion."
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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.
"You're thinking of it wrong. Gratitude paves the way to love and respect. If we feed them, they will become assets. Think of it like this: people want to serve things that they enjoy. That is called love. If we let them enjoy life, they will begin to love life. If they love life, they will be willing to do things to preserve and improve life. In essence, they become stronger, more convicted. A little more like you, and a little more like me. This is my ultimate goal here: create a place where strife is the exception, not the rule. People here are resigned to their suffering because they know nothing better to do. Everyone has told them they are worthless, and have no purpose. Imagine if you were cast aside, and no one ever wanted your help again. That is what it is like for them every day."
".." he is quiet again, closing his eyes as he thinks. "We are giving them a choice. We can provide for them, let them be happy again, hence turning them against what they already serve under?"
"Sort of. We can show them how to provide for themselves. Our goal is not to rule, but to show people that they can choose what they serve. At the moment, they don't serve under the Saviour, regardless of what they say; cowardice, resignation, and despair are their only gods. Cardinal sins of my religion. We mustn't punish them, though, Mr. Kraus; they know not what they do. We must educate them in a way that makes them want to learn, that makes them come to us by their own will. Inflicting undue suffering is also a sin in my religion."
He nods, getting it somewhat but there is some hesitation there. He thinks and tilts his head "So we show them how to garden?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man, about 30, is walking through the town in old and ratty chain mail. On his back is a shield and at his hip is a longsword. Once part of the conquering army he was thrown out due to his...disobedient nature. He has short black hair with light brown eyes. Over his mouth his a scarf. His boots clomp on the stone path as he surveys his surroundings.
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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, about 30, is walking through the town in old and ratty chain mail. On his back is a shield and at his hip is a longsword. Once part of the conquering army he was thrown out due to his...disobedient nature. He has short black hair with light brown eyes. Over his mouth his a scarf. His boots clomp on the stone path as he surveys his surroundings.
Kraus narrows his eyes behind his silver plated mask, his arms folded over his body armor.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man, about 30, is walking through the town in old and ratty chain mail. On his back is a shield and at his hip is a longsword. Once part of the conquering army he was thrown out due to his...disobedient nature. He has short black hair with light brown eyes. Over his mouth his a scarf. His boots clomp on the stone path as he surveys his surroundings.
Kraus narrows his eyes behind his silver plated mask, his arms folded over his body armor.
The man looks directly at him, eyes narrowed, hand straying to his sword.
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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, about 30, is walking through the town in old and ratty chain mail. On his back is a shield and at his hip is a longsword. Once part of the conquering army he was thrown out due to his...disobedient nature. He has short black hair with light brown eyes. Over his mouth his a scarf. His boots clomp on the stone path as he surveys his surroundings.
Kraus narrows his eyes behind his silver plated mask, his arms folded over his body armor.
The man looks directly at him, eyes narrowed, hand straying to his sword.
Kraus pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "I suggest ye move along." He says, his tone cold.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Sort of. We can show them how to provide for themselves. Our goal is not to rule, but to show people that they can choose what they serve. At the moment, they don't serve under the Saviour, regardless of what they say; cowardice, resignation, and despair are their only gods. Cardinal sins of my religion. We mustn't punish them, though, Mr. Kraus; they know not what they do. We must educate them in a way that makes them want to learn, that makes them come to us by their own will. Inflicting undue suffering is also a sin in my religion."
He nods, getting it somewhat but there is some hesitation there. He thinks and tilts his head "So we show them how to garden?"
"It is a start. I will keep at it, though. Your talents are better served elsewhere, however. Have you ever... oh, wait, you wouldn't know that. Well, I'd like you to study animal husbandry with me at some point. I am forbidden to kill anything I do not intend to eat or feed to guests or loved ones. At least for the moment, that does not include strangers. You will need to slaughter the animals for me when the time comes."
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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.
"Sort of. We can show them how to provide for themselves. Our goal is not to rule, but to show people that they can choose what they serve. At the moment, they don't serve under the Saviour, regardless of what they say; cowardice, resignation, and despair are their only gods. Cardinal sins of my religion. We mustn't punish them, though, Mr. Kraus; they know not what they do. We must educate them in a way that makes them want to learn, that makes them come to us by their own will. Inflicting undue suffering is also a sin in my religion."
He nods, getting it somewhat but there is some hesitation there. He thinks and tilts his head "So we show them how to garden?"
"It is a start. I will keep at it, though. Your talents are better served elsewhere, however. Have you ever... oh, wait, you wouldn't know that. Well, I'd like you to study animal husbandry with me at some point. I am forbidden to kill anything I do not intend to eat or feed to guests or loved ones. At least for the moment, that does not include strangers. You will need to slaughter the animals for me when the time comes."
"I see no one else better to serve than you." He says and tilts his head "Animal Husbandry?.. I am sorry, I do not know that term.. but if you require animals, then I shall get you the best in the land."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man, about 30, is walking through the town in old and ratty chain mail. On his back is a shield and at his hip is a longsword. Once part of the conquering army he was thrown out due to his...disobedient nature. He has short black hair with light brown eyes. Over his mouth his a scarf. His boots clomp on the stone path as he surveys his surroundings.
Kraus narrows his eyes behind his silver plated mask, his arms folded over his body armor.
The man looks directly at him, eyes narrowed, hand straying to his sword.
Kraus pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "I suggest ye move along." He says, his tone cold.
Dyn scowls. "I'm sorry, you gotta problem?" he snarls
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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.
"It is a start. I will keep at it, though. Your talents are better served elsewhere, however. Have you ever... oh, wait, you wouldn't know that. Well, I'd like you to study animal husbandry with me at some point. I am forbidden to kill anything I do not intend to eat or feed to guests or loved ones. At least for the moment, that does not include strangers. You will need to slaughter the animals for me when the time comes."
"I see no one else better to serve than you." He says and tilts his head "Animal Husbandry?.. I am sorry, I do not know that term.. but if you require animals, then I shall get you the best in the land."
"That would be very nice, but be sure to not steal... from anyone who cannot easily afford to lose livestock. Animal Husbandry is caring for animals and breeding them. Chickens, cows, pigs, and so on. It'll help you get in touch with your emotions. Heavier training weights."
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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, about 30, is walking through the town in old and ratty chain mail. On his back is a shield and at his hip is a longsword. Once part of the conquering army he was thrown out due to his...disobedient nature. He has short black hair with light brown eyes. Over his mouth his a scarf. His boots clomp on the stone path as he surveys his surroundings.
Kraus narrows his eyes behind his silver plated mask, his arms folded over his body armor.
The man looks directly at him, eyes narrowed, hand straying to his sword.
Kraus pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "I suggest ye move along." He says, his tone cold.
Dyn scowls. "I'm sorry, you gotta problem?" he snarls
"Several. About twenty of them being you at this moment." He says, tilting his head.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"It is a start. I will keep at it, though. Your talents are better served elsewhere, however. Have you ever... oh, wait, you wouldn't know that. Well, I'd like you to study animal husbandry with me at some point. I am forbidden to kill anything I do not intend to eat or feed to guests or loved ones. At least for the moment, that does not include strangers. You will need to slaughter the animals for me when the time comes."
"I see no one else better to serve than you." He says and tilts his head "Animal Husbandry?.. I am sorry, I do not know that term.. but if you require animals, then I shall get you the best in the land."
"That would be very nice, but be sure to not steal... from anyone who cannot easily afford to lose livestock. Animal Husbandry is caring for animals and breeding them. Chickens, cows, pigs, and so on. It'll help you get in touch with your emotions. Heavier training weights."
"Mn.." he sounds displeased but says nothing out loud about it. "I will go find some for you." He nods and disappears.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man, about 30, is walking through the town in old and ratty chain mail. On his back is a shield and at his hip is a longsword. Once part of the conquering army he was thrown out due to his...disobedient nature. He has short black hair with light brown eyes. Over his mouth his a scarf. His boots clomp on the stone path as he surveys his surroundings.
Kraus narrows his eyes behind his silver plated mask, his arms folded over his body armor.
The man looks directly at him, eyes narrowed, hand straying to his sword.
Kraus pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "I suggest ye move along." He says, his tone cold.
Dyn scowls. "I'm sorry, you gotta problem?" he snarls
"Several. About twenty of them being you at this moment." He says, tilting his head.
"Well spit it out. Don't be a coward about it."
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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, about 30, is walking through the town in old and ratty chain mail. On his back is a shield and at his hip is a longsword. Once part of the conquering army he was thrown out due to his...disobedient nature. He has short black hair with light brown eyes. Over his mouth his a scarf. His boots clomp on the stone path as he surveys his surroundings.
Kraus narrows his eyes behind his silver plated mask, his arms folded over his body armor.
The man looks directly at him, eyes narrowed, hand straying to his sword.
Kraus pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "I suggest ye move along." He says, his tone cold.
Dyn scowls. "I'm sorry, you gotta problem?" he snarls
"Several. About twenty of them being you at this moment." He says, tilting his head.
"Well spit it out. Don't be a coward about it."
"They way you look and carry yourself, your about as useful as a grain of sand."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man, about 30, is walking through the town in old and ratty chain mail. On his back is a shield and at his hip is a longsword. Once part of the conquering army he was thrown out due to his...disobedient nature. He has short black hair with light brown eyes. Over his mouth his a scarf. His boots clomp on the stone path as he surveys his surroundings.
Kraus narrows his eyes behind his silver plated mask, his arms folded over his body armor.
The man looks directly at him, eyes narrowed, hand straying to his sword.
Kraus pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "I suggest ye move along." He says, his tone cold.
Dyn scowls. "I'm sorry, you gotta problem?" he snarls
"Several. About twenty of them being you at this moment." He says, tilting his head.
"Well spit it out. Don't be a coward about it."
"They way you look and carry yourself, your about as useful as a grain of sand."
"we all are fool. Why do you think we are down 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.
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*(quietly cackles)*
"Forgive me for scaring you." He bows.
"And how?.. a creature can survive with the most bare essentials."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Survival is a baseline. If you're striving for just that, something is deeply wrong with the place you are in. We're looking for thriving here. Each of these people has something to offer us, and they can't do that if they spend every second in a haze due to malnutrition. They should be able to enjoy their lives on a basic level."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Kraus thinks, fingers drumming on the hilt of his cleaver. "They could become a liability if they do not eat..?" He tries to piece it together.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"You're thinking of it wrong. Gratitude paves the way to love and respect. If we feed them, they will become assets. Think of it like this: people want to serve things that they enjoy. That is called love. If we let them enjoy life, they will begin to love life. If they love life, they will be willing to do things to preserve and improve life. In essence, they become stronger, more convicted. A little more like you, and a little more like me. This is my ultimate goal here: create a place where strife is the exception, not the rule. People here are resigned to their suffering because they know nothing better to do. Everyone has told them they are worthless, and have no purpose. Imagine if you were cast aside, and no one ever wanted your help again. That is what it is like for them every day."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
".." he is quiet again, closing his eyes as he thinks. "We are giving them a choice. We can provide for them, let them be happy again, hence turning them against what they already serve under?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Sort of. We can show them how to provide for themselves. Our goal is not to rule, but to show people that they can choose what they serve. At the moment, they don't serve under the Saviour, regardless of what they say; cowardice, resignation, and despair are their only gods. Cardinal sins of my religion. We mustn't punish them, though, Mr. Kraus; they know not what they do. We must educate them in a way that makes them want to learn, that makes them come to us by their own will. Inflicting undue suffering is also a sin in my religion."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He nods, getting it somewhat but there is some hesitation there. He thinks and tilts his head "So we show them how to garden?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Rebirth is the best thing*
A man, about 30, is walking through the town in old and ratty chain mail. On his back is a shield and at his hip is a longsword. Once part of the conquering army he was thrown out due to his...disobedient nature. He has short black hair with light brown eyes. Over his mouth his a scarf. His boots clomp on the stone path as he surveys his surroundings.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Kraus narrows his eyes behind his silver plated mask, his arms folded over his body armor.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The man looks directly at him, eyes narrowed, hand straying to his sword.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Kraus pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "I suggest ye move along." He says, his tone cold.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"It is a start. I will keep at it, though. Your talents are better served elsewhere, however. Have you ever... oh, wait, you wouldn't know that. Well, I'd like you to study animal husbandry with me at some point. I am forbidden to kill anything I do not intend to eat or feed to guests or loved ones. At least for the moment, that does not include strangers. You will need to slaughter the animals for me when the time comes."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I see no one else better to serve than you." He says and tilts his head "Animal Husbandry?.. I am sorry, I do not know that term.. but if you require animals, then I shall get you the best in the land."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Dyn scowls. "I'm sorry, you gotta problem?" he snarls
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"That would be very nice, but be sure to not steal... from anyone who cannot easily afford to lose livestock. Animal Husbandry is caring for animals and breeding them. Chickens, cows, pigs, and so on. It'll help you get in touch with your emotions. Heavier training weights."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Several. About twenty of them being you at this moment." He says, tilting his head.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Mn.." he sounds displeased but says nothing out loud about it. "I will go find some for you." He nods and disappears.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Well spit it out. Don't be a coward about it."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"They way you look and carry yourself, your about as useful as a grain of sand."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"we all are fool. Why do you think we are down here?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.