Johnny teatime and the cat parade are having a game of croquet, with Johnny supposedly as the judge, although they are napping in their teacup.
The ball goes out of bounds and hits the blood-drooling idol. The apple shines seductively. I assume the cats don't really like apples, though, so they probably aren't interested in it despite its pristine beauty.
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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.
Johnny teatime and the cat parade are having a game of croquet, with Johnny supposedly as the judge, although they are napping in their teacup.
The ball goes out of bounds and hits the blood-drooling idol. The apple shines seductively. I assume the cats don't really like apples, though, so they probably aren't interested in it despite its pristine beauty.
One of the cats, a tortoiseshell, approaches the idol with curiosity, touching it with its paw. The cats, all of them in the parade, move strangely like humans.
Johnny teatime and the cat parade are having a game of croquet, with Johnny supposedly as the judge, although they are napping in their teacup.
The ball goes out of bounds and hits the blood-drooling idol. The apple shines seductively. I assume the cats don't really like apples, though, so they probably aren't interested in it despite its pristine beauty.
One of the cats, a tortoiseshell, approaches the idol with curiosity, touching it with its paw. The cats, all of them in the parade, move strangely like humans.
That cat feels a psychic noise, almost like it woke something up. Oh, my dears... comes a psychic voice, rumbling like soft thunder. Your fur is so soft... but one of those wretched idols has found its way to you, hasn't it? I hope my cultists at least left something as an apology. Another little misery to record, I guess...
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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 haven’t had good luck with healers.” He hold up a parchment, golden light shoots from it and the bleed stops “I declare myself the healer.”
"Oh...um...alright. So how did this house become an abomination?" Zeon asks curiously, his spellbook floating nearby to listen as well.
He puts away the parchment "I don't know, but it is something that must be purged." He stands up and takes off the helm, revealing a very handsome, although slightly uninteresting face with long black hair "I am John Dungeon. The Crusader that will purge the Darkest Dungeon."
"I see, I'm Zeon Bell, and this is Dufort, my Bookkeeper." Zeon says motioning to his spellbook.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Johnny teatime and the cat parade are having a game of croquet, with Johnny supposedly as the judge, although they are napping in their teacup.
The ball goes out of bounds and hits the blood-drooling idol. The apple shines seductively. I assume the cats don't really like apples, though, so they probably aren't interested in it despite its pristine beauty.
One of the cats, a tortoiseshell, approaches the idol with curiosity, touching it with its paw. The cats, all of them in the parade, move strangely like humans.
That cat feels a psychic noise, almost like it woke something up. Oh, my dears... comes a psychic voice, rumbling like soft thunder. Your fur is so soft... but one of those wretched idols has found its way to you, hasn't it? I hope my cultists at least left something as an apology. Another little misery to record, I guess...
It tilts its head, meowing, before carefully bringing the idol and the apple to the parade, and waiting for the croquet match to finish up. Another cat retrieves the ball, and the tortoiseshell studies it curiously.
Johnny teatime and the cat parade are having a game of croquet, with Johnny supposedly as the judge, although they are napping in their teacup.
The ball goes out of bounds and hits the blood-drooling idol. The apple shines seductively. I assume the cats don't really like apples, though, so they probably aren't interested in it despite its pristine beauty.
One of the cats, a tortoiseshell, approaches the idol with curiosity, touching it with its paw. The cats, all of them in the parade, move strangely like humans.
That cat feels a psychic noise, almost like it woke something up. Oh, my dears... comes a psychic voice, rumbling like soft thunder. Your fur is so soft... but one of those wretched idols has found its way to you, hasn't it? I hope my cultists at least left something as an apology. Another little misery to record, I guess...
It tilts its head, meowing, before carefully bringing the idol and the apple to the parade, and waiting for the croquet match to finish up. Another cat retrieves the ball, and the tortoiseshell studies it curiously.
Oh. I intrigue you, don't I? Well, that's nice. I've been on the backend of reality for a long time, so I don't get to talk much. Well, not to mortals. Are you a mortal? I took a nap, and I'm not sure how much cats have changed since last I woke. Anyway, my name is Szerucharz. How about you? What's your name?
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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.
Johnny teatime and the cat parade are having a game of croquet, with Johnny supposedly as the judge, although they are napping in their teacup.
The ball goes out of bounds and hits the blood-drooling idol. The apple shines seductively. I assume the cats don't really like apples, though, so they probably aren't interested in it despite its pristine beauty.
One of the cats, a tortoiseshell, approaches the idol with curiosity, touching it with its paw. The cats, all of them in the parade, move strangely like humans.
That cat feels a psychic noise, almost like it woke something up. Oh, my dears... comes a psychic voice, rumbling like soft thunder. Your fur is so soft... but one of those wretched idols has found its way to you, hasn't it? I hope my cultists at least left something as an apology. Another little misery to record, I guess...
It tilts its head, meowing, before carefully bringing the idol and the apple to the parade, and waiting for the croquet match to finish up. Another cat retrieves the ball, and the tortoiseshell studies it curiously.
Oh. I intrigue you, don't I? Well, that's nice. I've been on the backend of reality for a long time, so I don't get to talk much. Well, not to mortals. Are you a mortal? I took a nap, and I'm not sure how much cats have changed since last I woke. Anyway, my name is Szerucharz. How about you? What's your name?
It meows, and it translates into telepathic words that Szerucharz can understand.
m-my name is Henry… you’ve got to help me… It says, frantically looking around to see if any of the other cats noticed the telepathic conversation. None of them do.
It tilts its head, meowing, before carefully bringing the idol and the apple to the parade, and waiting for the croquet match to finish up. Another cat retrieves the ball, and the tortoiseshell studies it curiously.
Oh. I intrigue you, don't I? Well, that's nice. I've been on the backend of reality for a long time, so I don't get to talk much. Well, not to mortals. Are you a mortal? I took a nap, and I'm not sure how much cats have changed since last I woke. Anyway, my name is Szerucharz. How about you? What's your name?
It meows, and it translates into telepathic words that Szerucharz can understand.
m-my name is Henry… you’ve got to help me… It says, frantically looking around to see if any of the other cats noticed the telepathic conversation. None of them do.
Calm down, sweetie.I could pay you a visit, Henry, but I have to be called first. Before you do so, I'd like to know the nature of your problem, Henry. If I think I can help, just place the apple in the statue's mouth.
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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.
It tilts its head, meowing, before carefully bringing the idol and the apple to the parade, and waiting for the croquet match to finish up. Another cat retrieves the ball, and the tortoiseshell studies it curiously.
Oh. I intrigue you, don't I? Well, that's nice. I've been on the backend of reality for a long time, so I don't get to talk much. Well, not to mortals. Are you a mortal? I took a nap, and I'm not sure how much cats have changed since last I woke. Anyway, my name is Szerucharz. How about you? What's your name?
It meows, and it translates into telepathic words that Szerucharz can understand.
m-my name is Henry… you’ve got to help me… It says, frantically looking around to see if any of the other cats noticed the telepathic conversation. None of them do.
Calm down, sweetie.I could pay you a visit, Henry, but I have to be called first. Before you do so, I'd like to know the nature of your problem, Henry. If I think I can help, just place the apple in the statue's mouth.
okay… okay, uhm… I’m not a cat. Or well, I wasn’t originally? I don’t know if any of the others are actually cats as well, but I used to be an Aasimar… I don’t remember much before I became a cat… except for that kitten in the teacup. They gesture to Johnny teatime, an adorable calico kitten resting in a masterfully crafted, large teacup.
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“Hello… what caused this ravine to form? It was not here last time…”
The ball goes out of bounds and hits the blood-drooling idol. The apple shines seductively. I assume the cats don't really like apples, though, so they probably aren't interested in it despite its pristine beauty.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"My Dragon Decends attack"
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
One of the cats, a tortoiseshell, approaches the idol with curiosity, touching it with its paw. The cats, all of them in the parade, move strangely like humans.
“Explain?”
That cat feels a psychic noise, almost like it woke something up. Oh, my dears... comes a psychic voice, rumbling like soft thunder. Your fur is so soft... but one of those wretched idols has found its way to you, hasn't it? I hope my cultists at least left something as an apology. Another little misery to record, I guess...
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"i would rather show" Flower starts forging Blackflame on her hand
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
"I see, I'm Zeon Bell, and this is Dufort, my Bookkeeper." Zeon says motioning to his spellbook.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
It tilts its head, meowing, before carefully bringing the idol and the apple to the parade, and waiting for the croquet match to finish up. Another cat retrieves the ball, and the tortoiseshell studies it curiously.
“So you caused it… Interesting…”
Oh. I intrigue you, don't I? Well, that's nice. I've been on the backend of reality for a long time, so I don't get to talk much. Well, not to mortals. Are you a mortal? I took a nap, and I'm not sure how much cats have changed since last I woke. Anyway, my name is Szerucharz. How about you? What's your name?
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Flower lets the Blackflame fizzle out
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
It meows, and it translates into telepathic words that Szerucharz can understand.
m-my name is Henry… you’ve got to help me… It says, frantically looking around to see if any of the other cats noticed the telepathic conversation. None of them do.
“How are you capable of such power?”
"Years of cycling"
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
“Are you being sarcastic?”
Calm down, sweetie. I could pay you a visit, Henry, but I have to be called first. Before you do so, I'd like to know the nature of your problem, Henry. If I think I can help, just place the apple in the statue's mouth.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"no. i cycle to gain power"
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
Zeon sees Flower and Abaddon near the Mansion and sprints over to them.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
okay… okay, uhm… I’m not a cat. Or well, I wasn’t originally? I don’t know if any of the others are actually cats as well, but I used to be an Aasimar… I don’t remember much before I became a cat… except for that kitten in the teacup. They gesture to Johnny teatime, an adorable calico kitten resting in a masterfully crafted, large teacup.