The big monster turns his head. "There's no library here! Disgusting!" Everything about him is slow and deliberate. His soft, voluminous fur and softer, more voluminous body move like molasses. "I'll have to build one. Surely they must throw books down here from time to time. If not, I can write some."
His hand drifts to his sword. "Alright there?"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, just venting. Please don't draw that. It wouldn't work out well for me."
"it wouldn't work out for any of us."
Kraus suddenly steps in, standing in front of Douxgras. He pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "You will not hurt him." He snarls.
"I had no intention of doing so." he says with a smile. "Sorry...just an old soldiers PTSD."
"Mn. Keep away from him." He grumbles, folding his arms.
The big monster turns his head. "There's no library here! Disgusting!" Everything about him is slow and deliberate. His soft, voluminous fur and softer, more voluminous body move like molasses. "I'll have to build one. Surely they must throw books down here from time to time. If not, I can write some."
His hand drifts to his sword. "Alright there?"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, just venting. Please don't draw that. It wouldn't work out well for me."
"it wouldn't work out for any of us."
Kraus suddenly steps in, standing in front of Douxgras. He pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "You will not hurt him." He snarls.
"I had no intention of doing so." he says with a smile. "Sorry...just an old soldiers PTSD."
"Mn. Keep away from him." He grumbles, folding his arms.
"Perhaps a safe distance is warranted. Thank you, Mr. Kraus."
The big monster turns his head. "There's no library here! Disgusting!" Everything about him is slow and deliberate. His soft, voluminous fur and softer, more voluminous body move like molasses. "I'll have to build one. Surely they must throw books down here from time to time. If not, I can write some."
His hand drifts to his sword. "Alright there?"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, just venting. Please don't draw that. It wouldn't work out well for me."
"it wouldn't work out for any of us."
Kraus suddenly steps in, standing in front of Douxgras. He pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "You will not hurt him." He snarls.
"I had no intention of doing so." he says with a smile. "Sorry...just an old soldiers PTSD."
"Mn. Keep away from him." He grumbles, folding his arms.
"Perhaps a safe distance is warranted. Thank you, Mr. Kraus."
Kraus nods "Of course.." he glares at the solider, sheathing his cleaver.
Kraus tilts his head back, eyes narrowing behind his mask.
The man's wheezy voice echoes in Kraus' head. "Some things are not for one's eyes to see." The Executioner then slowly dissipates into a dark mist that blows away in the wind.
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, just venting. Please don't draw that. It wouldn't work out well for me."
"it wouldn't work out for any of us."
"Yeah, so, I'd rather not get into a fight. I'm pretty bad at them, but I usually win through the incredible tactic of 'not dying' or the much better one, 'not participating.' So, what's your name? I'm Douxgras. I used to be from one of the richer families down here, but while I was out in the wilderness for 8 years they got knocked down a couple of pegs."
*sorry was talking with someone*
"I'm Dyn. I was a soldier. But I didn't cooperate with our gracious king."
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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 big monster turns his head. "There's no library here! Disgusting!" Everything about him is slow and deliberate. His soft, voluminous fur and softer, more voluminous body move like molasses. "I'll have to build one. Surely they must throw books down here from time to time. If not, I can write some."
His hand drifts to his sword. "Alright there?"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, just venting. Please don't draw that. It wouldn't work out well for me."
"it wouldn't work out for any of us."
Kraus suddenly steps in, standing in front of Douxgras. He pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "You will not hurt him." He snarls.
"I had no intention of doing so." he says with a smile. "Sorry...just an old soldiers PTSD."
"Mn. Keep away from him." He grumbles, folding his arms.
*sorry was talking to my SO*
"I have no intention of hurting anyone sir."
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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.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, just venting. Please don't draw that. It wouldn't work out well for me."
"it wouldn't work out for any of us."
"Yeah, so, I'd rather not get into a fight. I'm pretty bad at them, but I usually win through the incredible tactic of 'not dying' or the much better one, 'not participating.' So, what's your name? I'm Douxgras. I used to be from one of the richer families down here, but while I was out in the wilderness for 8 years they got knocked down a couple of pegs."
*sorry was talking with someone*
"I'm Dyn. I was a soldier. But I didn't cooperate with our gracious king."
*All good, my shnood*
"I wouldn't use that term, even sarcastically. No functional ruler would treat his lessers like this. My religion was developed by affluent pigs, and it still at least has a sense of virtue and responsibility."
The big monster turns his head. "There's no library here! Disgusting!" Everything about him is slow and deliberate. His soft, voluminous fur and softer, more voluminous body move like molasses. "I'll have to build one. Surely they must throw books down here from time to time. If not, I can write some."
His hand drifts to his sword. "Alright there?"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, just venting. Please don't draw that. It wouldn't work out well for me."
"it wouldn't work out for any of us."
Kraus suddenly steps in, standing in front of Douxgras. He pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "You will not hurt him." He snarls.
"I had no intention of doing so." he says with a smile. "Sorry...just an old soldiers PTSD."
"Mn. Keep away from him." He grumbles, folding his arms.
*sorry was talking to my SO*
"I have no intention of hurting anyone sir."
*I know you probably mean Significant Other, but I keep thinking you mean Systems Officer, like a guy who works with you on computer stuff.*
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, just venting. Please don't draw that. It wouldn't work out well for me."
"it wouldn't work out for any of us."
"Yeah, so, I'd rather not get into a fight. I'm pretty bad at them, but I usually win through the incredible tactic of 'not dying' or the much better one, 'not participating.' So, what's your name? I'm Douxgras. I used to be from one of the richer families down here, but while I was out in the wilderness for 8 years they got knocked down a couple of pegs."
*sorry was talking with someone*
"I'm Dyn. I was a soldier. But I didn't cooperate with our gracious king."
*All good, my shnood*
"I wouldn't use that term, even sarcastically. No functional ruler would treat his lessers like this. My religion was developed by affluent pigs, and it still at least has a sense of virtue and responsibility."
"Mn, this ruler has no sense of that."
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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 big monster turns his head. "There's no library here! Disgusting!" Everything about him is slow and deliberate. His soft, voluminous fur and softer, more voluminous body move like molasses. "I'll have to build one. Surely they must throw books down here from time to time. If not, I can write some."
His hand drifts to his sword. "Alright there?"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, just venting. Please don't draw that. It wouldn't work out well for me."
"it wouldn't work out for any of us."
Kraus suddenly steps in, standing in front of Douxgras. He pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "You will not hurt him." He snarls.
"I had no intention of doing so." he says with a smile. "Sorry...just an old soldiers PTSD."
"Mn. Keep away from him." He grumbles, folding his arms.
*sorry was talking to my SO*
"I have no intention of hurting anyone sir."
*I know you probably mean Significant Other, but I keep thinking you mean Systems Officer, like a guy who works with you on computer stuff.*
*Definitely significant other. The systems officer is funny tho XD*
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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.
"I wouldn't use that term, even sarcastically. No functional ruler would treat his lessers like this. My religion was developed by affluent pigs, and it still at least has a sense of virtue and responsibility."
"Mn, this ruler has no sense of that."
"The strong should serve the weak. The laws of nature should remain in nature, don't you think? None of this 'might makes right' garbage. We're above animals and thus should be held to a higher standard. The higher the being, the higher the standard. That is my religion in a nutshell, actually. We, my friend, are the strong, and if we make the world better, it will be better for us too." He seems somewhat lost in his thoughts, letting them flow out of his mouth like a stream.
"I wouldn't use that term, even sarcastically. No functional ruler would treat his lessers like this. My religion was developed by affluent pigs, and it still at least has a sense of virtue and responsibility."
"Mn, this ruler has no sense of that."
"The strong should serve the weak. The laws of nature should remain in nature, don't you think? None of this 'might makes right' garbage. We're above animals and thus should be held to a higher standard. The higher the being, the higher the standard. That is my religion in a nutshell, actually. We, my friend, are the strong, and if we make the world better, it will be better for us too." He seems somewhat lost in his thoughts, letting them flow out of his mouth like a stream.
"You sound like a bookeep." he says with a smile.
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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 big monster turns his head. "There's no library here! Disgusting!" Everything about him is slow and deliberate. His soft, voluminous fur and softer, more voluminous body move like molasses. "I'll have to build one. Surely they must throw books down here from time to time. If not, I can write some."
His hand drifts to his sword. "Alright there?"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, just venting. Please don't draw that. It wouldn't work out well for me."
"it wouldn't work out for any of us."
Kraus suddenly steps in, standing in front of Douxgras. He pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "You will not hurt him." He snarls.
"I had no intention of doing so." he says with a smile. "Sorry...just an old soldiers PTSD."
"Mn. Keep away from him." He grumbles, folding his arms.
*sorry was talking to my SO*
"I have no intention of hurting anyone sir."
"I very much doubt that. You pulling out your sword on him makes me bristle and think otherwise." He narrows his eyes.
The big monster turns his head. "There's no library here! Disgusting!" Everything about him is slow and deliberate. His soft, voluminous fur and softer, more voluminous body move like molasses. "I'll have to build one. Surely they must throw books down here from time to time. If not, I can write some."
His hand drifts to his sword. "Alright there?"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, just venting. Please don't draw that. It wouldn't work out well for me."
"it wouldn't work out for any of us."
Kraus suddenly steps in, standing in front of Douxgras. He pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "You will not hurt him." He snarls.
"I had no intention of doing so." he says with a smile. "Sorry...just an old soldiers PTSD."
"Mn. Keep away from him." He grumbles, folding his arms.
*sorry was talking to my SO*
"I have no intention of hurting anyone sir."
"I very much doubt that. You pulling out your sword on him makes me bristle and think otherwise." He narrows his eyes.
"My sword is still in its sheath." he says, confused.
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Tortured poet and writer
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"Mn. Keep away from him." He grumbles, folding his arms.
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The executioner is on the church rooftop, leaning on his scythe and watching worshippers file out.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
Kraus watches him, his eyes narrowed
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
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"Perhaps a safe distance is warranted. Thank you, Mr. Kraus."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Kraus nods "Of course.." he glares at the solider, sheathing his cleaver.
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After the last person leaves the church, the Executioner drops down and enters the empty building.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
Kraus doesn't follow
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
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After a while, the man comes out again, and turns his head towards Kraus.
*This is what he looks like*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
Kraus tilts his head back, eyes narrowing behind his mask.
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
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The man's wheezy voice echoes in Kraus' head. "Some things are not for one's eyes to see." The Executioner then slowly dissipates into a dark mist that blows away in the wind.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*sorry was talking with someone*
"I'm Dyn. I was a soldier. But I didn't cooperate with our gracious king."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*sorry was talking to my SO*
"I have no intention of hurting anyone sir."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*All good, my shnood*
"I wouldn't use that term, even sarcastically. No functional ruler would treat his lessers like this. My religion was developed by affluent pigs, and it still at least has a sense of virtue and responsibility."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I know you probably mean Significant Other, but I keep thinking you mean Systems Officer, like a guy who works with you on computer stuff.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Mn, this ruler has no sense of that."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Definitely significant other. The systems officer is funny tho XD*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"The strong should serve the weak. The laws of nature should remain in nature, don't you think? None of this 'might makes right' garbage. We're above animals and thus should be held to a higher standard. The higher the being, the higher the standard. That is my religion in a nutshell, actually. We, my friend, are the strong, and if we make the world better, it will be better for us too." He seems somewhat lost in his thoughts, letting them flow out of his mouth like a stream.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"You sound like a bookeep." he says with a smile.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I very much doubt that. You pulling out your sword on him makes me bristle and think otherwise." He narrows his eyes.
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
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"My sword is still in its sheath." he says, confused.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.