Dyscharist is eating breakfast with many ghouls, the scene resembling a horrific version of the Last Supper. Gore and bones litter the table.
*Thats assuming the Last Supper was a clean meal.*
Approaching in slow heavy steps is the Crusader, his armor heavy on his body, blood covering the plates and staining the clothes underneath.
The demon in human skin smiles. "Ah, friend! Care to join us for a meal? I was just teaching these fellows the virtue of an expanded palate."
He silently sits at the table, grabbing one of the bones that was picked clean and placing it under his helm. A crunching sound is hear and when the bone is pulled back, a large chunk is missing.
Dyscharist is eating breakfast with many ghouls, the scene resembling a horrific version of the Last Supper. Gore and bones litter the table.
*Thats assuming the Last Supper was a clean meal.*
Approaching in slow heavy steps is the Crusader, his armor heavy on his body, blood covering the plates and staining the clothes underneath.
The demon in human skin smiles. "Ah, friend! Care to join us for a meal? I was just teaching these fellows the virtue of an expanded palate."
He silently sits at the table, grabbing one of the bones that was picked clean and placing it under his helm. A crunching sound is hear and when the bone is pulled back, a large chunk is missing.
"Ah, a taste for bones, or perhaps a hatred of skeletons? Either way, I am willing to help supply you!" The ghouls seem a bit frightened of the Crusader. One starts to nibble a bone as if to show that it knows the proper decorum.
Dyscharist is eating breakfast with many ghouls, the scene resembling a horrific version of the Last Supper. Gore and bones litter the table.
*Thats assuming the Last Supper was a clean meal.*
Approaching in slow heavy steps is the Crusader, his armor heavy on his body, blood covering the plates and staining the clothes underneath.
The demon in human skin smiles. "Ah, friend! Care to join us for a meal? I was just teaching these fellows the virtue of an expanded palate."
He silently sits at the table, grabbing one of the bones that was picked clean and placing it under his helm. A crunching sound is hear and when the bone is pulled back, a large chunk is missing.
"Ah, a taste for bones, or perhaps a hatred of skeletons? Either way, I am willing to help supply you!" The ghouls seem a bit frightened of the Crusader. One starts to nibble a bone as if to show that it knows the proper decorum.
He finishes the bone, snapping off the ribs of another, eating those too. He then takes his greatsword off his back and sticks into the ground, glowing with holy light. He begins to speak, his voice rough but tired “I am a warrior of the light, but your lives shall be spared in exchange for this meal.”
"Ah, a taste for bones, or perhaps a hatred of skeletons? Either way, I am willing to help supply you!" The ghouls seem a bit frightened of the Crusader. One starts to nibble a bone as if to show that it knows the proper decorum.
He finishes the bone, snapping off the ribs of another, eating those too. He then takes his greatsword off his back and sticks into the ground, glowing with holy light. He begins to speak, his voice rough but tired “I am a warrior of the light, but your lives shall be spared in exchange for this meal.”
"Ah, thank you, friend! I had past my scheduled time for potentially being killed for today, so if you had decided to smite me it might have messed up my schedule. So, what brings you here? To the Autumn Country, I mean." He uses his pen to teleport a plate of choice bones in front of the Crusader.
"Ah, a taste for bones, or perhaps a hatred of skeletons? Either way, I am willing to help supply you!" The ghouls seem a bit frightened of the Crusader. One starts to nibble a bone as if to show that it knows the proper decorum.
He finishes the bone, snapping off the ribs of another, eating those too. He then takes his greatsword off his back and sticks into the ground, glowing with holy light. He begins to speak, his voice rough but tired “I am a warrior of the light, but your lives shall be spared in exchange for this meal.”
"Ah, thank you, friend! I had past my scheduled time for potentially being killed for today, so if you had decided to smite me it might have messed up my schedule. So, what brings you here? To the Autumn Country, I mean." He uses his pen to teleport a plate of choice bones in front of the Crusader.
The Crusader continues to eat the bones, noticeably not going for the available meat nearby “A friend requested I come. I own that friend my life, so I decided to honor my word and come here.” He then looks to one of the ghouls, a zealous rage entering his eyes for a moment.
"Ah, a taste for bones, or perhaps a hatred of skeletons? Either way, I am willing to help supply you!" The ghouls seem a bit frightened of the Crusader. One starts to nibble a bone as if to show that it knows the proper decorum.
He finishes the bone, snapping off the ribs of another, eating those too. He then takes his greatsword off his back and sticks into the ground, glowing with holy light. He begins to speak, his voice rough but tired “I am a warrior of the light, but your lives shall be spared in exchange for this meal.”
"Ah, thank you, friend! I had past my scheduled time for potentially being killed for today, so if you had decided to smite me it might have messed up my schedule. So, what brings you here? To the Autumn Country, I mean." He uses his pen to teleport a plate of choice bones in front of the Crusader.
The Crusader continues to eat the bones, noticeably not going for the available meat nearby “A friend requested I come. I own that friend my life, so I decided to honor my word and come here.” He then looks to one of the ghouls, a zealous rage entering his eyes for a moment.
"That is a good reason to come over. My name is Dyscharist, by the way." The ghoul that the Crusader looked at cowers and begins to attempt to slink away before getting caught by the edge of Dyscharist's cloak.
"Would you like some sauce or salt with those, or do you prefer them plain? I understand either way."
"Ah, a taste for bones, or perhaps a hatred of skeletons? Either way, I am willing to help supply you!" The ghouls seem a bit frightened of the Crusader. One starts to nibble a bone as if to show that it knows the proper decorum.
He finishes the bone, snapping off the ribs of another, eating those too. He then takes his greatsword off his back and sticks into the ground, glowing with holy light. He begins to speak, his voice rough but tired “I am a warrior of the light, but your lives shall be spared in exchange for this meal.”
"Ah, thank you, friend! I had past my scheduled time for potentially being killed for today, so if you had decided to smite me it might have messed up my schedule. So, what brings you here? To the Autumn Country, I mean." He uses his pen to teleport a plate of choice bones in front of the Crusader.
The Crusader continues to eat the bones, noticeably not going for the available meat nearby “A friend requested I come. I own that friend my life, so I decided to honor my word and come here.” He then looks to one of the ghouls, a zealous rage entering his eyes for a moment.
"That is a good reason to come over. My name is Dyscharist, by the way." The ghoul that the Crusader looked at cowers and begins to attempt to slink away before getting caught by the edge of Dyscharist's cloak.
"Would you like some sauce or salt with those, or do you prefer them plain? I understand either way."
“Plain is fine. I enjoy the crunch.” He looks away from the ghoul, his eyes calming back down “I am known as the Crusader, last of my kind. You will know nothing more about my past.” He quickly finishes the second plate.
Dyscharist is eating breakfast with many ghouls, the scene resembling a horrific version of the Last Supper. Gore and bones litter the table.
Fahkar watches from the shadows.
Dyscharist doesn't seem to pay much attention, but he gives an occasional glance, not as a warning, but as an invitation.
From his glances, he can tell that the hooded figure that is the Bringer of Dawn has a serious distaste for ghouls.
Eventually, this "game" gets boring. "Care to step in, friend?" The ghouls suddenly notice Fahkar and begin to flee. "We've plenty of food to share."
Fahkar approaches. Dawnbringer, the sword that gives Fahkar his title, lets out a sigh. "Are you one of them?" Fahkar says, clearly referring to the ghouls.
*Gotta go sry*
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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.
"That is a good reason to come over. My name is Dyscharist, by the way." The ghoul that the Crusader looked at cowers and begins to attempt to slink away before getting caught by the edge of Dyscharist's cloak.
"Would you like some sauce or salt with those, or do you prefer them plain? I understand either way."
“Plain is fine. I enjoy the crunch.” He looks away from the ghoul, his eyes calming back down “I am known as the Crusader, last of my kind. You will know nothing more about my past.” He quickly finishes the second plate.
"If you insist, then I won't pry. Are you friends with that Jester I saw entering town a while back? He seems nice."
Dyscharist is eating breakfast with many ghouls, the scene resembling a horrific version of the Last Supper. Gore and bones litter the table.
Fahkar watches from the shadows.
Dyscharist doesn't seem to pay much attention, but he gives an occasional glance, not as a warning, but as an invitation.
From his glances, he can tell that the hooded figure that is the Bringer of Dawn has a serious distaste for ghouls.
Eventually, this "game" gets boring. "Care to step in, friend?" The ghouls suddenly notice Fahkar and begin to flee. "We've plenty of food to share."
Fahkar approaches. Dawnbringer, the sword that gives Fahkar his title, lets out a sigh. "Are you one of them?" Fahkar says, clearly referring to the ghouls.
*Gotta go sry*
Dyscherist smiles warmly. "Well, on a fundamental level I'm much worse, but no."
"That is a good reason to come over. My name is Dyscharist, by the way." The ghoul that the Crusader looked at cowers and begins to attempt to slink away before getting caught by the edge of Dyscharist's cloak.
"Would you like some sauce or salt with those, or do you prefer them plain? I understand either way."
“Plain is fine. I enjoy the crunch.” He looks away from the ghoul, his eyes calming back down “I am known as the Crusader, last of my kind. You will know nothing more about my past.” He quickly finishes the second plate.
"If you insist, then I won't pry. Are you friends with that Jester I saw entering town a while back? He seems nice."
“So you know them. They are kinder than most when outside of combat, a calming fellow, priceless when on an adventure.”
"If you insist, then I won't pry. Are you friends with that Jester I saw entering town a while back? He seems nice."
“So you know them. They are kinder than most when outside of combat, a calming fellow, priceless when on an adventure.”
"This country is riddled with madness. They know it well. Well enough to heal it, in fact. I'm glad to hear that they are a strong combatant as well. Do they have a favored foe?"
"If you insist, then I won't pry. Are you friends with that Jester I saw entering town a while back? He seems nice."
“So you know them. They are kinder than most when outside of combat, a calming fellow, priceless when on an adventure.”
"This country is riddled with madness. They know it well. Well enough to heal it, in fact. I'm glad to hear that they are a strong combatant as well. Do they have a favored foe?"
“They prefer anything that can understand the music they, although it not common we find anything like that. His music has some kind of power to it unlike anything I have ever seen. Madness is truly everywhere, all you need to do is search.”
"This country is riddled with madness. They know it well. Well enough to heal it, in fact. I'm glad to hear that they are a strong combatant as well. Do they have a favored foe?"
“They prefer anything that can understand the music they, although it not common we find anything like that. His music has some kind of power to it unlike anything I have ever seen. Madness is truly everywhere, all you need to do is search.”
"I see madness in all things. I've given up trying to understand, and I just let the cruelty and insanity roll off my back, if you get the metaphor. I think everyone deserves some kindness. Some just deserve more than others. To alleviate evil thoughts from someone is a great kindness, so I very much appreciate your friend. I would ask why you decided to join them in their fight, or what your fight is, but that would delve into your past and I already promised not to pry."
"This country is riddled with madness. They know it well. Well enough to heal it, in fact. I'm glad to hear that they are a strong combatant as well. Do they have a favored foe?"
“They prefer anything that can understand the music they, although it not common we find anything like that. His music has some kind of power to it unlike anything I have ever seen. Madness is truly everywhere, all you need to do is search.”
"I see madness in all things. I've given up trying to understand, and I just let the cruelty and insanity roll off my back, if you get the metaphor. I think everyone deserves some kindness. Some just deserve more than others. To alleviate evil thoughts from someone is a great kindness, so I very much appreciate your friend. I would ask why you decided to join them in their fight, or what your fight is, but that would delve into your past and I already promised not to pry."
“Thank you for that, although my past is fine enough in that regard.” He says, looks to the plate in front of him, empty, “Thank you for this meal as well. I haven’t had anything truly worth eating, this was better than starving, and I mean that as kindly as I possibly can.”
"I see madness in all things. I've given up trying to understand, and I just let the cruelty and insanity roll off my back, if you get the metaphor. I think everyone deserves some kindness. Some just deserve more than others. To alleviate evil thoughts from someone is a great kindness, so I very much appreciate your friend. I would ask why you decided to join them in their fight, or what your fight is, but that would delve into your past and I already promised not to pry."
“Thank you for that, although my past is fine enough in that regard.” He says, looks to the plate in front of him, empty, “Thank you for this meal as well. I haven’t had anything truly worth eating, this was better than starving, and I mean that as kindly as I possibly can.”
"I'll definitely take that as a compliment. My cooking is usually awful. To hear that it was better than starving warms my heart. I also have some fresh veggies, but I don't know how to cook them so I left them out." Nothing on or near this table has been heated up or even cut with anything other than a steak knife. Bro is not cooking.
"I see madness in all things. I've given up trying to understand, and I just let the cruelty and insanity roll off my back, if you get the metaphor. I think everyone deserves some kindness. Some just deserve more than others. To alleviate evil thoughts from someone is a great kindness, so I very much appreciate your friend. I would ask why you decided to join them in their fight, or what your fight is, but that would delve into your past and I already promised not to pry."
“Thank you for that, although my past is fine enough in that regard.” He says, looks to the plate in front of him, empty, “Thank you for this meal as well. I haven’t had anything truly worth eating, this was better than starving, and I mean that as kindly as I possibly can.”
"I'll definitely take that as a compliment. My cooking is usually awful. To hear that it was better than starving warms my heart. I also have some fresh veggies, but I don't know how to cook them so I left them out." Nothing on or near this table has been heated up or even cut with anything other than a steak knife. Bro is not cooking.
“Fresh vegetables should be boiled if you wish for them to be soft, preferably in salt water, the salt adding flavor. Pepper also helps with the taste. Salt also works as a preservative for most foods, but works best with meats.” He says with the expertise of years doing such.
This upcoming Wednesday I will be flying back to Scotland for a week and then I have a conference after that that will keep me busy. I ain’t going to be around much while I’m there so I’ll be inactive for a little less than two weeks. Just thought I should let y’all know to account for my absence.
He silently sits at the table, grabbing one of the bones that was picked clean and placing it under his helm. A crunching sound is hear and when the bone is pulled back, a large chunk is missing.
"Ah, a taste for bones, or perhaps a hatred of skeletons? Either way, I am willing to help supply you!" The ghouls seem a bit frightened of the Crusader. One starts to nibble a bone as if to show that it knows the proper decorum.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He finishes the bone, snapping off the ribs of another, eating those too. He then takes his greatsword off his back and sticks into the ground, glowing with holy light. He begins to speak, his voice rough but tired “I am a warrior of the light, but your lives shall be spared in exchange for this meal.”
"Ah, thank you, friend! I had past my scheduled time for potentially being killed for today, so if you had decided to smite me it might have messed up my schedule. So, what brings you here? To the Autumn Country, I mean." He uses his pen to teleport a plate of choice bones in front of the Crusader.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
From his glances, he can tell that the hooded figure that is the Bringer of Dawn has a serious distaste for ghouls.
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.
Eventually, this "game" gets boring. "Care to step in, friend?" The ghouls suddenly notice Fahkar and begin to flee. "We've plenty of food to share."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Crusader continues to eat the bones, noticeably not going for the available meat nearby “A friend requested I come. I own that friend my life, so I decided to honor my word and come here.” He then looks to one of the ghouls, a zealous rage entering his eyes for a moment.
"That is a good reason to come over. My name is Dyscharist, by the way." The ghoul that the Crusader looked at cowers and begins to attempt to slink away before getting caught by the edge of Dyscharist's cloak.
"Would you like some sauce or salt with those, or do you prefer them plain? I understand either way."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Plain is fine. I enjoy the crunch.” He looks away from the ghoul, his eyes calming back down “I am known as the Crusader, last of my kind. You will know nothing more about my past.” He quickly finishes the second plate.
Fahkar approaches. Dawnbringer, the sword that gives Fahkar his title, lets out a sigh. "Are you one of them?" Fahkar says, clearly referring to the ghouls.
*Gotta go sry*
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.
"If you insist, then I won't pry. Are you friends with that Jester I saw entering town a while back? He seems nice."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Dyscherist smiles warmly. "Well, on a fundamental level I'm much worse, but no."
*All good!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“So you know them. They are kinder than most when outside of combat, a calming fellow, priceless when on an adventure.”
"This country is riddled with madness. They know it well. Well enough to heal it, in fact. I'm glad to hear that they are a strong combatant as well. Do they have a favored foe?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“They prefer anything that can understand the music they, although it not common we find anything like that. His music has some kind of power to it unlike anything I have ever seen. Madness is truly everywhere, all you need to do is search.”
"I see madness in all things. I've given up trying to understand, and I just let the cruelty and insanity roll off my back, if you get the metaphor. I think everyone deserves some kindness. Some just deserve more than others. To alleviate evil thoughts from someone is a great kindness, so I very much appreciate your friend. I would ask why you decided to join them in their fight, or what your fight is, but that would delve into your past and I already promised not to pry."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Thank you for that, although my past is fine enough in that regard.” He says, looks to the plate in front of him, empty, “Thank you for this meal as well. I haven’t had anything truly worth eating, this was better than starving, and I mean that as kindly as I possibly can.”
"I'll definitely take that as a compliment. My cooking is usually awful. To hear that it was better than starving warms my heart. I also have some fresh veggies, but I don't know how to cook them so I left them out." Nothing on or near this table has been heated up or even cut with anything other than a steak knife. Bro is not cooking.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Fresh vegetables should be boiled if you wish for them to be soft, preferably in salt water, the salt adding flavor. Pepper also helps with the taste. Salt also works as a preservative for most foods, but works best with meats.” He says with the expertise of years doing such.
Howdy y’all,
This upcoming Wednesday I will be flying back to Scotland for a week and then I have a conference after that that will keep me busy. I ain’t going to be around much while I’m there so I’ll be inactive for a little less than two weeks. Just thought I should let y’all know to account for my absence.