*I'm still thinking up new characters, and I feel like the great 100 page mark would be a good time to introduce a new character. I just need the inspiration...*
*Well Baalze and I are gathering an adventuring party to have some adventuring fun here, so if you want to join in that we'd be happy to have ya. Just make them around a level 6-5 character.*
Someone else has decided to also do some ghoul hunting, the Crusader, smiting ghouls with impunity.
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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 still thinking up new characters, and I feel like the great 100 page mark would be a good time to introduce a new character. I just need the inspiration...*
*Well Baalze and I are gathering an adventuring party to have some adventuring fun here, so if you want to join in that we'd be happy to have ya. Just make them around a level 6-5 character.*
Someone else has decided to also do some ghoul hunting, the Crusader, smiting ghouls with impunity.
*Sounds cool. On the thread or what?*
The Crusader notices Fahkar in the distance, acrobatically dismembering and unaliving ghouls with effortless ease.
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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%.
*I'm still thinking up new characters, and I feel like the great 100 page mark would be a good time to introduce a new character. I just need the inspiration...*
*Well Baalze and I are gathering an adventuring party to have some adventuring fun here, so if you want to join in that we'd be happy to have ya. Just make them around a level 6-5 character.*
Someone else has decided to also do some ghoul hunting, the Crusader, smiting ghouls with impunity.
*Sounds cool. On the thread or what?*
The Crusader notices Fahkar in the distance, acrobatically dismembering and unaliving ghouls with effortless ease.
*We might make a pm, but probably just the thread.*
Fahkar would hear a loud explosion every time the Crusader swings his sword, and then the ghoul just isn't there anymore.
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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 still thinking up new characters, and I feel like the great 100 page mark would be a good time to introduce a new character. I just need the inspiration...*
*Well Baalze and I are gathering an adventuring party to have some adventuring fun here, so if you want to join in that we'd be happy to have ya. Just make them around a level 6-5 character.*
Someone else has decided to also do some ghoul hunting, the Crusader, smiting ghouls with impunity.
*Sounds cool. On the thread or what?*
The Crusader notices Fahkar in the distance, acrobatically dismembering and unaliving ghouls with effortless ease.
*We might make a pm, but probably just the thread.*
Fahkar would hear a loud explosion every time the Crusader swings his sword, and then the ghoul just isn't there anymore.
*By the thread I meant on the Autumn country, to clarify in case mistakes were made*
Fahkar himself leaves a trail of dead bodies in his wake. His blade, made of pure light, cauterizes the wounds, so no blood is spilt. The Crusader can hear a voice coming from the blade. "Why have ghouls become more smelly of late?" It complains.
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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%.
*I'm still thinking up new characters, and I feel like the great 100 page mark would be a good time to introduce a new character. I just need the inspiration...*
*Well Baalze and I are gathering an adventuring party to have some adventuring fun here, so if you want to join in that we'd be happy to have ya. Just make them around a level 6-5 character.*
Someone else has decided to also do some ghoul hunting, the Crusader, smiting ghouls with impunity.
*Sounds cool. On the thread or what?*
The Crusader notices Fahkar in the distance, acrobatically dismembering and unaliving ghouls with effortless ease.
*We might make a pm, but probably just the thread.*
Fahkar would hear a loud explosion every time the Crusader swings his sword, and then the ghoul just isn't there anymore.
*By the thread I meant on the Autumn country, to clarify in case mistakes were made*
Fahkar himself leaves a trail of dead bodies in his wake. His blade, made of pure light, cauterizes the wounds, so no blood is spilt. The Crusader can hear a voice coming from the blade. "Why have ghouls become more smelly of late?" It complains.
*I know, we are probably going to do it here but we might make a pm.*
He continues to annihilate ghouls, a stalwart warrior "You can smell them?" He says, blasting another into oblivion with a single swing, if there is ever anything left, it is just bones.
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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 Tavern is uncharacteristically quiet as someone enters. They are wearing loose black clothes, armor inside to protect the vital areas, their eyes filled with a cold determination. A black cloth covering their face outside of said eyes. They have several contraptions on their belt as well as a hand axe and a larger, although still considered small, axe. They are carrying a black bag over their shoulder that is too big to be for most animals around here, and seems to be fighting to get free. They are holding a piece of paper in their hand which that slap onto the table, the paper reads ‘Wanted, dead or live’ from what the tavern goers can read. They slam onto the counter, which stops it from moving, and collect the bounty. They then take a seat in the corner of the tavern, drinking alone. He is the Bounty Hunter.
Helianth is stalking about the terrain around the Spelljammer, keeping watch. It feels especially protective of the ship- this is the closest it's ever been to its goal, and if anyone wants to take the ship away from it, they'll need to kill it first.
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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)
Helianth is stalking about the terrain around the Spelljammer, keeping watch. It feels especially protective of the ship- this is the closest it's ever been to its goal, and if anyone wants to take the ship away from it, they'll need to kill it first.
Felix is making repairs using Prayer of Healing.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A man walks out of the woods, striking an inspiring pose as his black and white-striped longcoat blows in the wind like a cape. He wears a crude, mangled helmet that looks more constraining than protective, his too-long dark hair getting in his big, innocent eyes. Under his coat he wears a poor facsimile of a super hero costume, not nearly form-fitting or recognizable enough to really emulate the heroes of old. His "symbol" seems to be a heart protected by a shield, which seems all well and good but doesn't really fit the vibe that the shackles around his neck and wrists gives off.
Overall, he looks like a wannabe who just escaped from prison.
"Villains! You better start running and hiding! The Leviathan has risen once more!"
Helianth is stalking about the terrain around the Spelljammer, keeping watch. It feels especially protective of the ship- this is the closest it's ever been to its goal, and if anyone wants to take the ship away from it, they'll need to kill it first.
Felix is making repairs using Prayer of Healing.
Despite the Spelljammer's alien biology(?), their healing magic mends many of the vessel's wounds. Aberrant flesh knits itself together to patch holes in the hull, scaly growths emerge to repair scratches and tears, and loose wire-like veins slither back into place to complete their circuits. The injuries involving mostly or entirely metallic components remain as they were, though.
As Felix is moving around the Spelljammer, they notice that in one of its chambers- either a meeting or dining room, by the looks of the large table-like structure with many metal chairs around it- there are several rotting carcasses strewn about that look vaguely humanoid. Many of them appear to have had their skulls bashed in by something with immense strength.
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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)
A man walks out of the woods, striking an inspiring pose as his black and white-striped longcoat blows in the wind like a cape. He wears a crude, mangled helmet that looks more constraining than protective, his too-long dark hair getting in his big, innocent eyes. Under his coat he wears a poor facsimile of a super hero costume, not nearly form-fitting or recognizable enough to really emulate the heroes of old. His "symbol" seems to be a heart protected by a shield, which seems all well and good but doesn't really fit the vibe that the shackles around his neck and wrists gives off.
Overall, he looks like a wannabe who just escaped from prison.
"Villains! You better start running and hiding! The Leviathan has risen once more!"
The Lumberjack walks past him, holding another tree in one hand, the splinters causing deep bleeding, a small bird at his shoulder. He looks Prospero up and down before saying in his gruff voice "Nice costume kid. Now get out of town before someone finds a way to kill you. I wouldn't want to have to visit your grave." He then continues walking, blood dripping from the tree onto the ground, his steps heavy and tired.
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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.'
Helianth is stalking about the terrain around the Spelljammer, keeping watch. It feels especially protective of the ship- this is the closest it's ever been to its goal, and if anyone wants to take the ship away from it, they'll need to kill it first.
Felix is making repairs using Prayer of Healing.
Despite the Spelljammer's alien biology(?), their healing magic mends many of the vessel's wounds. Aberrant flesh knits itself together to patch holes in the hull, scaly growths emerge to repair scratches and tears, and loose wire-like veins slither back into place to complete their circuits. The injuries involving mostly or entirely metallic components remain as they were, though.
As Felix is moving around the Spelljammer, they notice that in one of its chambers- either a meeting or dining room, by the looks of the large table-like structure with many metal chairs around it- there are several rotting carcasses strewn about that look vaguely humanoid. Many of them appear to have had their skulls bashed in by something with immense strength.
Felix approaches the bodies and begins to analyze the bacteria and fungus in the decay.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A man walks out of the woods, striking an inspiring pose as his black and white-striped longcoat blows in the wind like a cape. He wears a crude, mangled helmet that looks more constraining than protective, his too-long dark hair getting in his big, innocent eyes. Under his coat he wears a poor facsimile of a super hero costume, not nearly form-fitting or recognizable enough to really emulate the heroes of old. His "symbol" seems to be a heart protected by a shield, which seems all well and good but doesn't really fit the vibe that the shackles around his neck and wrists gives off.
Overall, he looks like a wannabe who just escaped from prison.
"Villains! You better start running and hiding! The Leviathan has risen once more!"
The Lumberjack walks past him, holding another tree in one hand, the splinters causing deep bleeding, a small bird at his shoulder. He looks Prospero up and down before saying in his gruff voice "Nice costume kid. Now get out of town before someone finds a way to kill you. I wouldn't want to have to visit your grave." He then continues walking, blood dripping from the tree onto the ground, his steps heavy and tired.
"Thank you for your concern, citizen! But I came here to put my life on the line for others! If anyone who comes to a fight not aware that they could die, they shouldn't be fighting!" He gives a heroic laugh.
A man walks out of the woods, striking an inspiring pose as his black and white-striped longcoat blows in the wind like a cape. He wears a crude, mangled helmet that looks more constraining than protective, his too-long dark hair getting in his big, innocent eyes. Under his coat he wears a poor facsimile of a super hero costume, not nearly form-fitting or recognizable enough to really emulate the heroes of old. His "symbol" seems to be a heart protected by a shield, which seems all well and good but doesn't really fit the vibe that the shackles around his neck and wrists gives off.
Overall, he looks like a wannabe who just escaped from prison.
"Villains! You better start running and hiding! The Leviathan has risen once more!"
The Lumberjack walks past him, holding another tree in one hand, the splinters causing deep bleeding, a small bird at his shoulder. He looks Prospero up and down before saying in his gruff voice "Nice costume kid. Now get out of town before someone finds a way to kill you. I wouldn't want to have to visit your grave." He then continues walking, blood dripping from the tree onto the ground, his steps heavy and tired.
"Thank you for your concern, citizen! But I came here to put my life on the line for others! Anyone who comes to a fight not aware that they could die, they shouldn't be fighting!" He gives a heroic laugh.
He just sighs and shakes his head "You're afraid of something, something that scares you more than you want to defeat it. Whatever it is, there's probably something too much like it here." He puts the log down and begins to take out the splinters "Don't die a fool kid. I'm not going to ask you again."
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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.'
"Thank you for your concern, citizen! But I came here to put my life on the line for others! Anyone who comes to a fight not aware that they could die, they shouldn't be fighting!" He gives a heroic laugh.
He just sighs and shakes his head "You're afraid of something, something that scares you more than you want to defeat it. Whatever it is, there's probably something too much like it here." He puts the log down and begins to take out the splinters "Don't die a fool kid. I'm not going to ask you again."
Prospero's tone softens as he exits his power stance. "Faith trumps fear every time. I'm here to show the people of the world that they can have courage, that they can fight back and resist evil. Everyone deserves to be loved, and we can't give them that love unless we face our fears. The fear of the other, fear of the evil that lives in us all, fear of big, dangerous things. It can all be overcome."
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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.
"Thank you for your concern, citizen! But I came here to put my life on the line for others! Anyone who comes to a fight not aware that they could die, they shouldn't be fighting!" He gives a heroic laugh.
He just sighs and shakes his head "You're afraid of something, something that scares you more than you want to defeat it. Whatever it is, there's probably something too much like it here." He puts the log down and begins to take out the splinters "Don't die a fool kid. I'm not going to ask you again."
Prospero's tone softens as he exits his power stance. "Faith trumps fear every time. I'm here to show the people of the world that they can have courage, that they can fight back and resist evil. Everyone deserves to be loved, and we can't give them that love unless we face our fears. The fear of the other, fear of the evil that lives in us all, fear of big, dangerous things. It can all be overcome."
The Lumberjack looks Prospero in the eyes, his eyes revealing a long life of seeing people like Prospero live and die like heroes, but die all the same. He eventually takes the splinters out of his hands and says "Everyone deserves love, but some are beyond it. Fear is as good as it is poor, depending entirely on circumstance. Come with me, we are going to have a drink." He picks the log back up and begins to walk to the tavern.
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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.'
*Well Baalze and I are gathering an adventuring party to have some adventuring fun here, so if you want to join in that we'd be happy to have ya. Just make them around a level 6-5 character.*
Someone else has decided to also do some ghoul hunting, the Crusader, smiting ghouls with impunity.
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.)
*Sounds cool. On the thread or what?*
The Crusader notices Fahkar in the distance, acrobatically dismembering and unaliving ghouls with effortless ease.
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.
*We might make a pm, but probably just the thread.*
Fahkar would hear a loud explosion every time the Crusader swings his sword, and then the ghoul just isn't there anymore.
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.)
*By the thread I meant on the Autumn country, to clarify in case mistakes were made*
Fahkar himself leaves a trail of dead bodies in his wake. His blade, made of pure light, cauterizes the wounds, so no blood is spilt. The Crusader can hear a voice coming from the blade. "Why have ghouls become more smelly of late?" It complains.
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.
*I know, we are probably going to do it here but we might make a pm.*
He continues to annihilate ghouls, a stalwart warrior "You can smell them?" He says, blasting another into oblivion with a single swing, if there is ever anything left, it is just bones.
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.)
The Tavern is uncharacteristically quiet as someone enters. They are wearing loose black clothes, armor inside to protect the vital areas, their eyes filled with a cold determination. A black cloth covering their face outside of said eyes. They have several contraptions on their belt as well as a hand axe and a larger, although still considered small, axe. They are carrying a black bag over their shoulder that is too big to be for most animals around here, and seems to be fighting to get free. They are holding a piece of paper in their hand which that slap onto the table, the paper reads ‘Wanted, dead or live’ from what the tavern goers can read. They slam onto the counter, which stops it from moving, and collect the bounty. They then take a seat in the corner of the tavern, drinking alone. He is the Bounty Hunter.
*Anybody?*
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.)
*Gosh I just want to play Prospero everywhere... I guess since he's my protagonist, that's a good thing.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Good morning!*
Helianth is stalking about the terrain around the Spelljammer, keeping watch. It feels especially protective of the ship- this is the closest it's ever been to its goal, and if anyone wants to take the ship away from it, they'll need to kill it first.
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)
*I'd love to see him here. Rag has ended up my protagonist, so it's good to see another.*
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.)
Felix is making repairs using Prayer of Healing.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A man walks out of the woods, striking an inspiring pose as his black and white-striped longcoat blows in the wind like a cape. He wears a crude, mangled helmet that looks more constraining than protective, his too-long dark hair getting in his big, innocent eyes. Under his coat he wears a poor facsimile of a super hero costume, not nearly form-fitting or recognizable enough to really emulate the heroes of old. His "symbol" seems to be a heart protected by a shield, which seems all well and good but doesn't really fit the vibe that the shackles around his neck and wrists gives off.
Overall, he looks like a wannabe who just escaped from prison.
"Villains! You better start running and hiding! The Leviathan has risen once more!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Despite the Spelljammer's alien biology(?), their healing magic mends many of the vessel's wounds. Aberrant flesh knits itself together to patch holes in the hull, scaly growths emerge to repair scratches and tears, and loose wire-like veins slither back into place to complete their circuits. The injuries involving mostly or entirely metallic components remain as they were, though.
As Felix is moving around the Spelljammer, they notice that in one of its chambers- either a meeting or dining room, by the looks of the large table-like structure with many metal chairs around it- there are several rotting carcasses strewn about that look vaguely humanoid. Many of them appear to have had their skulls bashed in by something with immense strength.
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)
The Lumberjack walks past him, holding another tree in one hand, the splinters causing deep bleeding, a small bird at his shoulder. He looks Prospero up and down before saying in his gruff voice "Nice costume kid. Now get out of town before someone finds a way to kill you. I wouldn't want to have to visit your grave." He then continues walking, blood dripping from the tree onto the ground, his steps heavy and tired.
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.)
Felix approaches the bodies and begins to analyze the bacteria and fungus in the decay.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Thank you for your concern, citizen! But I came here to put my life on the line for others! If anyone who comes to a fight not aware that they could die, they shouldn't be fighting!" He gives a heroic laugh.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Awesome! Prospero is actually going to be the lead character in a comic I'm writing.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He just sighs and shakes his head "You're afraid of something, something that scares you more than you want to defeat it. Whatever it is, there's probably something too much like it here." He puts the log down and begins to take out the splinters "Don't die a fool kid. I'm not going to ask you again."
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.)
Prospero's tone softens as he exits his power stance. "Faith trumps fear every time. I'm here to show the people of the world that they can have courage, that they can fight back and resist evil. Everyone deserves to be loved, and we can't give them that love unless we face our fears. The fear of the other, fear of the evil that lives in us all, fear of big, dangerous things. It can all be overcome."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Lumberjack looks Prospero in the eyes, his eyes revealing a long life of seeing people like Prospero live and die like heroes, but die all the same. He eventually takes the splinters out of his hands and says "Everyone deserves love, but some are beyond it. Fear is as good as it is poor, depending entirely on circumstance. Come with me, we are going to have a drink." He picks the log back up and begins to walk to the tavern.
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.)