He notices that his hammer seems to be becoming stronger from the mere touch of the soft crystal. "Ah, but you've heard the parable of the horseshoe nail, haven't you? It's the little things that matter. If I didn't have billions upon billions of shoulders to stand upon, I would never be able to do what I do. Really, I don't do anything. I just direct people to direct people who direct people, and so on and so forth. Eventually, it reaches people who do things, and I envy the skills of those ones. I can barely cook for myself. My greatest skill is fighting, which is useless in my line of work."
He begins to press down on the crystal, trying to make it to smaller pieces so he can allows it to take a different shape as he begins to metal something else, grabbing his mold for pens at the same time. A strange thing to have for a smith, but he's obviously a master "Yes but without your direction no one would tell anyone to do anything. It is truly a team effort, master warriors need smiths, but smiths need warriors."
The crystal moves with him, allowing him to shape it as it corrupts his tools and anvil. "Very true. I did not consider that. Speaking of which, have you ever forged a knife of partially organic material? There is a special blade I can think of that I've been wanting for a long time, but it requires organic components for it to work. It is called a Revitalizing Blade. It is meant to be sharp enough to cut between cells without damaging them, and it has an incredible property that allows it to heal instead of harm. If one is skilled enough, if can provide infinite food. I've found no one able to craft it, and those who have them refuse to sell them for obvious reasons."
"I don't know if I am capable of making such a blade, but I will try for you." He begins to piece the pen together, never touching it himself as he makes the mold for the crystal to fit in, his own magical reinforcements being put into both the hammer and the anvil as it keep it going for every moment he can manage. Smith's tools for beginning quality:15
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The crystal moves with him, allowing him to shape it as it corrupts his tools and anvil. "Very true. I did not consider that. Speaking of which, have you ever forged a knife of partially organic material? There is a special blade I can think of that I've been wanting for a long time, but it requires organic components for it to work. It is called a Revitalizing Blade. It is meant to be sharp enough to cut between cells without damaging them, and it has an incredible property that allows it to heal instead of harm. If one is skilled enough, if can provide infinite food. I've found no one able to craft it, and those who have them refuse to sell them for obvious reasons."
"I don't know if I am capable of making such a blade, but I will try for you." He begins to piece the pen together, never touching it himself as he makes the mold for the crystal to fit in, his own magical reinforcements being put into both the hammer and the anvil as it keep it going for every moment he can manage. Smith's tools for beginning quality:20
"That looks impressive," Dyscharist comments. "But I know almost nothing about smithing. It looks routine for you, but I'm still impressed." He looks at the shard and snaps his fingers. It suddenly stops trying to corrupt Yui's tools for a moment, becoming a bone-colored metal. "As a demon, I can command the Abyss, but keeping it malleable enough to be workable is difficult. I am glad you work quickly."
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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.
The crystal moves with him, allowing him to shape it as it corrupts his tools and anvil. "Very true. I did not consider that. Speaking of which, have you ever forged a knife of partially organic material? There is a special blade I can think of that I've been wanting for a long time, but it requires organic components for it to work. It is called a Revitalizing Blade. It is meant to be sharp enough to cut between cells without damaging them, and it has an incredible property that allows it to heal instead of harm. If one is skilled enough, if can provide infinite food. I've found no one able to craft it, and those who have them refuse to sell them for obvious reasons."
"I don't know if I am capable of making such a blade, but I will try for you." He begins to piece the pen together, never touching it himself as he makes the mold for the crystal to fit in, his own magical reinforcements being put into both the hammer and the anvil as it keep it going for every moment he can manage. Smith's tools for beginning quality:20
"That looks impressive," Dyscharist comments. "But I know almost nothing about smithing. It looks routine for you, but I'm still impressed." He looks at the shard and snaps his fingers. It suddenly stops trying to corrupt Yui's tools for a moment, becoming a bone-colored metal. "As a demon, I can command the Abyss, but keeping it malleable enough to be workable is difficult. I am glad you work quickly."
"I must work quickly if I hope to have time to spend alone. Smithing is a difficult craft, and this is by no means routine, it isn't often you get the chance to take a piece of the abyss and make something with it." He continues to work, perfecting the pen with every moment, adding metal to the outside as to prevent it from corrupting things it doesn't need to.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"That looks impressive," Dyscharist comments. "But I know almost nothing about smithing. It looks routine for you, but I'm still impressed." He looks at the shard and snaps his fingers. It suddenly stops trying to corrupt Yui's tools for a moment, becoming a bone-colored metal. "As a demon, I can command the Abyss, but keeping it malleable enough to be workable is difficult. I am glad you work quickly."
"I must work quickly if I hope to have time to spend alone. Smithing is a difficult craft, and this is by no means routine, it isn't often you get the chance to take a piece of the abyss and make something with it." He continues to work, perfecting the pen with every moment, adding metal to the outside as to prevent it from corrupting things it doesn't need to.
"Make sure the very tip remains exposed. It will create its own magic ink that way." He takes another piece of hammer scale and eats it like a flake of puff pastry.
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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.
"That looks impressive," Dyscharist comments. "But I know almost nothing about smithing. It looks routine for you, but I'm still impressed." He looks at the shard and snaps his fingers. It suddenly stops trying to corrupt Yui's tools for a moment, becoming a bone-colored metal. "As a demon, I can command the Abyss, but keeping it malleable enough to be workable is difficult. I am glad you work quickly."
"I must work quickly if I hope to have time to spend alone. Smithing is a difficult craft, and this is by no means routine, it isn't often you get the chance to take a piece of the abyss and make something with it." He continues to work, perfecting the pen with every moment, adding metal to the outside as to prevent it from corrupting things it doesn't need to.
"Make sure the very tip remains exposed. It will create its own magic ink that way." He takes another piece of hammer scale and eats it like a flake of puff pastry.
He nods as he works, leaving the tip exposed but covering most of it in a thin layer of metal, slightly more stylish than it needed to be "Would you kindly stop eating my things?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"That looks impressive," Dyscharist comments. "But I know almost nothing about smithing. It looks routine for you, but I'm still impressed." He looks at the shard and snaps his fingers. It suddenly stops trying to corrupt Yui's tools for a moment, becoming a bone-colored metal. "As a demon, I can command the Abyss, but keeping it malleable enough to be workable is difficult. I am glad you work quickly."
"I must work quickly if I hope to have time to spend alone. Smithing is a difficult craft, and this is by no means routine, it isn't often you get the chance to take a piece of the abyss and make something with it." He continues to work, perfecting the pen with every moment, adding metal to the outside as to prevent it from corrupting things it doesn't need to.
"Make sure the very tip remains exposed. It will create its own magic ink that way." He takes another piece of hammer scale and eats it like a flake of puff pastry.
He nods as he works, leaving the tip exposed but covering most of it in a thin layer of metal, slightly more stylish than it needed to be "Would you kindly stop eating my things?"
He looks like he's about to make an argument, then changes his mind. "Yes sir. I'm sorry, my hunger has only gotten worse as time has gone on. You remember me asking about black-hole-proof dinnerware, right? Black holes are the densest objects in the universe. So much mass in one place that it creates an inescapable gravity well. Thus, I want to eat one, as it will surely fill me up."
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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.
"That looks impressive," Dyscharist comments. "But I know almost nothing about smithing. It looks routine for you, but I'm still impressed." He looks at the shard and snaps his fingers. It suddenly stops trying to corrupt Yui's tools for a moment, becoming a bone-colored metal. "As a demon, I can command the Abyss, but keeping it malleable enough to be workable is difficult. I am glad you work quickly."
"I must work quickly if I hope to have time to spend alone. Smithing is a difficult craft, and this is by no means routine, it isn't often you get the chance to take a piece of the abyss and make something with it." He continues to work, perfecting the pen with every moment, adding metal to the outside as to prevent it from corrupting things it doesn't need to.
"Make sure the very tip remains exposed. It will create its own magic ink that way." He takes another piece of hammer scale and eats it like a flake of puff pastry.
He nods as he works, leaving the tip exposed but covering most of it in a thin layer of metal, slightly more stylish than it needed to be "Would you kindly stop eating my things?"
He looks like he's about to make an argument, then changes his mind. "Yes sir. I'm sorry, my hunger has only gotten worse as time has gone on. You remember me asking about black-hole-proof dinnerware, right? Black holes are the densest objects in the universe. So much mass in one place that it creates an inescapable gravity well. Thus, I want to eat one, as it will surely fill me up."
He finishes the pen after a while "You seek to consume a blackhole? I do not believe that is something I can assist you with, I believe myself to be quite the craftsman, but even with the right materials that is something out of my capability. I apologize." He picks up the finished pen with his gloved hands, handing it to them carefully.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He looks like he's about to make an argument, then changes his mind. "Yes sir. I'm sorry, my hunger has only gotten worse as time has gone on. You remember me asking about black-hole-proof dinnerware, right? Black holes are the densest objects in the universe. So much mass in one place that it creates an inescapable gravity well. Thus, I want to eat one, as it will surely fill me up."
He finishes the pen after a while "You seek to consume a blackhole? I do not believe that is something I can assist you with, I believe myself to be quite the craftsman, but even with the right materials that is something out of my capability. I apologize." He picks up the finished pen with his gloved hands, handing it to them carefully.
"It is alright. It may be a silly dream, to be full. But I will pursue it."
He takes the pen. The tip glows and leaves trails in the air. He quickly draws a sigil in the air, resembling something like a wide eye with a constricted pupil. The lights dim and a terrible presence can be felt from the man. "My, my. It seems you really did make this functional. How very impressive. Name your price." He sets it down and the dreadful darkness fades. "An anvil from Mechanus? A forge from the City of Brass? Gold and gems? All of the above?"
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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.
He looks like he's about to make an argument, then changes his mind. "Yes sir. I'm sorry, my hunger has only gotten worse as time has gone on. You remember me asking about black-hole-proof dinnerware, right? Black holes are the densest objects in the universe. So much mass in one place that it creates an inescapable gravity well. Thus, I want to eat one, as it will surely fill me up."
He finishes the pen after a while "You seek to consume a blackhole? I do not believe that is something I can assist you with, I believe myself to be quite the craftsman, but even with the right materials that is something out of my capability. I apologize." He picks up the finished pen with his gloved hands, handing it to them carefully.
"It is alright. It may be a silly dream, to be full. But I will pursue it."
He takes the pen. The tip glows and leaves trails in the air. He quickly draws a sigil in the air, resembling something like a wide eye with a constricted pupil. The lights dim and a terrible presence can be felt from the man. "My, my. It seems you really did make this functional. How very impressive. Name your price." He sets it down and the dreadful darkness fades. "An anvil from Mechanus? A forge from the City of Brass? Gold and gems? All of the above?"
He takes off his welding mask and gloves, a smile in his eyes that his face just can't express "Your patronage will do just fine." Suddenly his wife reappears and slaps him on the back of the head before disappearing, he chuckles "And those gold and gems I suppose. If that's fine with you."
"It is alright. It may be a silly dream, to be full. But I will pursue it."
He takes the pen. The tip glows and leaves trails in the air. He quickly draws a sigil in the air, resembling something like a wide eye with a constricted pupil. The lights dim and a terrible presence can be felt from the man. "My, my. It seems you really did make this functional. How very impressive. Name your price." He sets it down and the dreadful darkness fades. "An anvil from Mechanus? A forge from the City of Brass? Gold and gems? All of the above?"
He takes off his welding mask and gloves, a smile in his eyes that his face just can't express "Your patronage will do just fine." Suddenly his wife reappears and slaps him on the back of the head before disappearing, he chuckles "And those gold and gems I suppose. If that's fine with you."
"Of course. I must repay you for my lack of courtesy, and the quality of labor. You have done me a great service, and a great reward is in order." He picks up the pen and draws another sigil, this one looking like a grasping hand. A portal opens on the ground, and a chest filled with treasure rises out. "Truly an impressive pen. If it can call my treasure all the way from here, it can probably do anything. I will certainly return if I need anything else."
"It is alright. It may be a silly dream, to be full. But I will pursue it."
He takes the pen. The tip glows and leaves trails in the air. He quickly draws a sigil in the air, resembling something like a wide eye with a constricted pupil. The lights dim and a terrible presence can be felt from the man. "My, my. It seems you really did make this functional. How very impressive. Name your price." He sets it down and the dreadful darkness fades. "An anvil from Mechanus? A forge from the City of Brass? Gold and gems? All of the above?"
He takes off his welding mask and gloves, a smile in his eyes that his face just can't express "Your patronage will do just fine." Suddenly his wife reappears and slaps him on the back of the head before disappearing, he chuckles "And those gold and gems I suppose. If that's fine with you."
"Of course. I must repay you for my lack of courtesy, and the quality of labor. You have done me a great service, and a great reward is in order." He picks up the pen and draws another sigil, this one looking like a grasping hand. A portal opens on the ground, and a chest filled with treasure rises out. "Truly an impressive pen. If it can call my treasure all the way from here, it can probably do anything. I will certainly return if I need anything else."
He begins to pick up the gold and gems as they spill out, placing them in a pouch to their side, a seemingly modified bag of holding "It is truly nothing to worry about, we would love to see you again. I tried my best to make this pen, especially since I didn't know how it worked. Have a amazing day."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Of course. I must repay you for my lack of courtesy, and the quality of labor. You have done me a great service, and a great reward is in order." He picks up the pen and draws another sigil, this one looking like a grasping hand. A portal opens on the ground, and a chest filled with treasure rises out. "Truly an impressive pen. If it can call my treasure all the way from here, it can probably do anything. I will certainly return if I need anything else."
He begins to pick up the gold and gems as they spill out, placing them in a pouch to their side, a seemingly modified bag of holding "It is truly nothing to worry about, we would love to see you again. I tried my best to make this pen, especially since I didn't know how it worked. Have a amazing day."
He begins to leave. "You too. Wait." He draws another sigil, and the ash in the forge begins to animate into little soot balls with eyes. "Another payment for the things I've eaten. Susuwatari. They're free labor and remember anything they've seen. Keep them working, or they'll turn back into soot until they're called again. They'll fuel the forge, bring you metal, and just be all-around unkillable, non-judgemental, and friendly minions. Please enjoy."
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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.
"Of course. I must repay you for my lack of courtesy, and the quality of labor. You have done me a great service, and a great reward is in order." He picks up the pen and draws another sigil, this one looking like a grasping hand. A portal opens on the ground, and a chest filled with treasure rises out. "Truly an impressive pen. If it can call my treasure all the way from here, it can probably do anything. I will certainly return if I need anything else."
He begins to pick up the gold and gems as they spill out, placing them in a pouch to their side, a seemingly modified bag of holding "It is truly nothing to worry about, we would love to see you again. I tried my best to make this pen, especially since I didn't know how it worked. Have a amazing day."
He begins to leave. "You too. Wait." He draws another sigil, and the ash in the forge begins to animate into little soot balls with eyes. "Another payment for the things I've eaten. Susuwatari. They're free labor and remember anything they've seen. Keep them working, or they'll turn back into soot until they're called again. They'll fuel the forge, bring you metal, and just be all-around unkillable, non-judgemental, and friendly minions. Please enjoy."
His smile brightly as his beak cannot convey "Thank you for this, hope to see you again." He closes the door behind them and gets back to work.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*I'm going to try and make Dyscharist more whimsical. Being a demon puts a damper on it, but perhaps I could make him more fantastical by making him lightly insane.*
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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.
Helianth suddenly fixates all its attention on the Librarian after hearing what he said. "Marvelous! Where would this Spelljammer be? Can you show me on a map?"
*Sorry, I've been incredibly slow.*
"A map?" He mulls this over, "Yes, I do believe I have one. Give me one moment, I'll retrieve it." He does not move from where he is standing. Instead he looks you over. "Your sort do not often peruse my collection."
Helianth suddenly fixates all its attention on the Librarian after hearing what he said. "Marvelous! Where would this Spelljammer be? Can you show me on a map?"
*Sorry, I've been incredibly slow.*
"A map?" He mulls this over, "Yes, I do believe I have one. Give me one moment, I'll retrieve it." He does not move from where he is standing. Instead he looks you over. "Your sort do not often peruse my collection."
*It's all good. Take as much time as you need. :)*
"My sort don't often get this far along in their plans. I wouldn't have come here if I wasn't as determined to accomplish my goal as I am." Helianth looks the Librarian over in turn.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"It is an incredible piece. I'm not a musical mind myself but i can appreciate it." he says. "Have you seen any ghouls in these parts? I work to rid this world of them, and I'm having trouble tracking them."
*gotta go byee*
He bows, stumbling and falling off of his horse into a puddle. Laughing as he gets back up "Thank you for the praise, I haven't seen any ghouls, but if I do I will tell you."
"It is no problem. Make sure you do." He looks around. "I am Fahkar, Bringer of Dawn. You are?"
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
"It is an incredible piece. I'm not a musical mind myself but i can appreciate it." he says. "Have you seen any ghouls in these parts? I work to rid this world of them, and I'm having trouble tracking them."
*gotta go byee*
He bows, stumbling and falling off of his horse into a puddle. Laughing as he gets back up "Thank you for the praise, I haven't seen any ghouls, but if I do I will tell you."
"It is no problem. Make sure you do." He looks around. "I am Fahkar, Bringer of Dawn. You are?"
He bows like a musician finishing an act, a slight cackle in his voice “Well met Fahkar, I am known as the Jester, and nothing more.”
The twins decide they wish to explore the rest of the keep for a bit, since they plan on staying for some time at least. Noctis has fun jumping into shadows and appearing from shadows elsewhere in the Keep while Leo walks around like normal.
The Keep is large and expansive and the architecture does not always make the most logical sense. You come across a room filled with rug. The floor is a magnificent Persian carpet woven with priceless fabrics and covered in intricate patterns and designs. This carpet is massive and fills most of the floor. It seems almost sacrilegious to walk on such a priceless work of art. The walls are covered in tapestries and paintings and there is some fine furniture around the edges of the room, but these seem more like ornaments carefully placed to draw even more attention to the carpets splendor.
Noctis would go and touch the carpet with his shadowy hand as Leo whispers out. “Nocs, I don’t think you should touch that….”
He feels that it is incredibly soft, yet thick and strong. It would take a mighty hand to damage this rug. The only other door in the room is in the other side of the hall.
"Come on, lets see what's through this door?" Noctis says as he darts over to the door. "Are you sure, I wouldn't want to ruin the nice carpet...." Leo says nervously as he looks down at floor. "It will be fine, you keep yourself well groomed so I doubt you would track anything anyways." The shadow twin says before he goes and opens the door. Leo sighs at Noctis's insistence, but takes a deep breath before gingerly tip toeing across the carpet on his four hooves.
*I was going to respond to the rest of y'all's posts but then I got a tornado warning and I fell asleep on the stone floor of the basement. I'm really sore now.*
The carpet is perfectly smooth and soft as you cross the room. Your eyes are drawn to the intricate patterns and designs, knots of golden thread twisting abstract forms in gloriously complex symbols. Then, right before you take a step, you notice a small imperfection in the carpet's weaving. A place where the pattern is twisted and does not match up. A small hole. You don't have time to stop yourself though and Leo steps on the imperfection. You feel your foot slide deep into the carpet. The smooth surface brushes your leg as it is swallowed into the unimaginably deep hole. You stumble and slip even more into the hole, and your foot feels like it is in a perpetual free fall.
*So quick question for my own character making, what is the standard person that exists here? how far/high do i get to reach*
*If you've seen Over the Garden Wall, imagine this place a little like the Woods. The general populace is weird and wacky, a lot of undead and a lot of talking animals, but there are plenty of townships made by "normal" humans who have taken up residence here. You can definitely play a powerful being though. Just now that the Autumn King is near omnipotent in his domain.*
"I don't know if I am capable of making such a blade, but I will try for you." He begins to piece the pen together, never touching it himself as he makes the mold for the crystal to fit in, his own magical reinforcements being put into both the hammer and the anvil as it keep it going for every moment he can manage. Smith's tools for beginning quality:15
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"That looks impressive," Dyscharist comments. "But I know almost nothing about smithing. It looks routine for you, but I'm still impressed." He looks at the shard and snaps his fingers. It suddenly stops trying to corrupt Yui's tools for a moment, becoming a bone-colored metal. "As a demon, I can command the Abyss, but keeping it malleable enough to be workable is difficult. I am glad you work quickly."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I must work quickly if I hope to have time to spend alone. Smithing is a difficult craft, and this is by no means routine, it isn't often you get the chance to take a piece of the abyss and make something with it." He continues to work, perfecting the pen with every moment, adding metal to the outside as to prevent it from corrupting things it doesn't need to.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Make sure the very tip remains exposed. It will create its own magic ink that way." He takes another piece of hammer scale and eats it like a flake of puff pastry.
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 as he works, leaving the tip exposed but covering most of it in a thin layer of metal, slightly more stylish than it needed to be "Would you kindly stop eating my things?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He looks like he's about to make an argument, then changes his mind. "Yes sir. I'm sorry, my hunger has only gotten worse as time has gone on. You remember me asking about black-hole-proof dinnerware, right? Black holes are the densest objects in the universe. So much mass in one place that it creates an inescapable gravity well. Thus, I want to eat one, as it will surely fill me up."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He finishes the pen after a while "You seek to consume a blackhole? I do not believe that is something I can assist you with, I believe myself to be quite the craftsman, but even with the right materials that is something out of my capability. I apologize." He picks up the finished pen with his gloved hands, handing it to them carefully.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"It is alright. It may be a silly dream, to be full. But I will pursue it."
He takes the pen. The tip glows and leaves trails in the air. He quickly draws a sigil in the air, resembling something like a wide eye with a constricted pupil. The lights dim and a terrible presence can be felt from the man. "My, my. It seems you really did make this functional. How very impressive. Name your price." He sets it down and the dreadful darkness fades. "An anvil from Mechanus? A forge from the City of Brass? Gold and gems? All of the above?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He takes off his welding mask and gloves, a smile in his eyes that his face just can't express "Your patronage will do just fine." Suddenly his wife reappears and slaps him on the back of the head before disappearing, he chuckles "And those gold and gems I suppose. If that's fine with you."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Of course. I must repay you for my lack of courtesy, and the quality of labor. You have done me a great service, and a great reward is in order." He picks up the pen and draws another sigil, this one looking like a grasping hand. A portal opens on the ground, and a chest filled with treasure rises out. "Truly an impressive pen. If it can call my treasure all the way from here, it can probably do anything. I will certainly return if I need anything else."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He begins to pick up the gold and gems as they spill out, placing them in a pouch to their side, a seemingly modified bag of holding "It is truly nothing to worry about, we would love to see you again. I tried my best to make this pen, especially since I didn't know how it worked. Have a amazing day."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He begins to leave. "You too. Wait." He draws another sigil, and the ash in the forge begins to animate into little soot balls with eyes. "Another payment for the things I've eaten. Susuwatari. They're free labor and remember anything they've seen. Keep them working, or they'll turn back into soot until they're called again. They'll fuel the forge, bring you metal, and just be all-around unkillable, non-judgemental, and friendly minions. Please enjoy."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
His smile brightly as his beak cannot convey "Thank you for this, hope to see you again." He closes the door behind them and gets back to work.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I'm going to try and make Dyscharist more whimsical. Being a demon puts a damper on it, but perhaps I could make him more fantastical by making him lightly insane.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Sorry, I've been incredibly slow.*
"A map?" He mulls this over, "Yes, I do believe I have one. Give me one moment, I'll retrieve it." He does not move from where he is standing. Instead he looks you over. "Your sort do not often peruse my collection."
*It's all good. Take as much time as you need. :)*
"My sort don't often get this far along in their plans. I wouldn't have come here if I wasn't as determined to accomplish my goal as I am." Helianth looks the Librarian over in turn.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"It is no problem. Make sure you do." He looks around. "I am Fahkar, Bringer of Dawn. You are?"
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
He bows like a musician finishing an act, a slight cackle in his voice “Well met Fahkar, I am known as the Jester, and nothing more.”
*I was going to respond to the rest of y'all's posts but then I got a tornado warning and I fell asleep on the stone floor of the basement. I'm really sore now.*
The carpet is perfectly smooth and soft as you cross the room. Your eyes are drawn to the intricate patterns and designs, knots of golden thread twisting abstract forms in gloriously complex symbols. Then, right before you take a step, you notice a small imperfection in the carpet's weaving. A place where the pattern is twisted and does not match up. A small hole. You don't have time to stop yourself though and Leo steps on the imperfection. You feel your foot slide deep into the carpet. The smooth surface brushes your leg as it is swallowed into the unimaginably deep hole. You stumble and slip even more into the hole, and your foot feels like it is in a perpetual free fall.
*If you've seen Over the Garden Wall, imagine this place a little like the Woods. The general populace is weird and wacky, a lot of undead and a lot of talking animals, but there are plenty of townships made by "normal" humans who have taken up residence here. You can definitely play a powerful being though. Just now that the Autumn King is near omnipotent in his domain.*