Fat face freezes and presses a stick-thin finger to his bulging lips. He self-consciously adjusts his paper crown once more before straightening his back and rising to his full height. The ghoul then walks around the gravestone, the others wait behind him.
He walks around the gravestone, and… it’s right there. Cowering in the shadow of the gravestone, is a tiny lamb with soft white wool, and bright yellow eyes- eyes full of fear. Fat Face can tell this is the Barley King, he simply knows it.he can taste the divinity emanating from the tiny lamb- unimaginable power. It bleats in terror and it’s on the move, faster than any human can run. (70 ft. A round).
The ghoul licks his chops before collapsing onto all fours and skittering after you with movement that don't look natural for a creature with his arrangement of limbs. He barks, "Pursuit! Pursuit! We've found our forbidden fruit!" The two other ghouls come rushing out from behind the tombstone. One gallops on all fours and carries a bone in his jaws like a dog. The other sprints on two feet, his hands clawing at the air in desperation. (They all move 60 ft for this round, but one does have alternate forms of transportation)
The Barley king baas in fear, just a bit ahead of the fastest ghoul. It quickly moves further ahead, and will eventually outrun them if they have no way to catch up to the lamb.
The ghoul running on all fours leaps atop a gravestone before springing into the air. A thin membrane spreads along the sides of his arms and legs granting this Balbal flight. The air fills with scream and ghoul as it streaks over the cemetery fields towards the Barley King. (80 foot flying speed) The ghoul gnawing on the bone disappears behind one gravestone and appears from behind another one, twenty feet in front of the fleeing lamb.
"That's a tall order." He ponders it for a moment, "We are the last and oldest remnants of newness and youth. We are spirits of birth and rebirth and agents of growth and life. We cannot take a step without changing the world. That's what you are. As to who you are, I haven't a clue."
"Okay... that's... a lot to deal with... we are... change? Renewal?" They ask, clasping their gloved hands together and looking up at them, "If... if that's what we are... I'll have to learn what that truly means... thank you..."
"Indeed," He says with a bob of his head, "You're already doing a good job of it. Blooming into birth in the middle of a land of death and dying is quite Springish, I'd say."
*once spring truly rolls around, I may make my own of the ‘new,’ spring court. Or, well, there’s only two of them so far, so it isn’t exactly a court yet, but if all goes well it could be eventually.*
*once spring truly rolls around, I may make my own of the ‘new,’ spring court. Or, well, there’s only two of them so far, so it isn’t exactly a court yet, but if all goes well it could be eventually.*
*Is there a winter and summer court as well?*
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
Fat face freezes and presses a stick-thin finger to his bulging lips. He self-consciously adjusts his paper crown once more before straightening his back and rising to his full height. The ghoul then walks around the gravestone, the others wait behind him.
He walks around the gravestone, and… it’s right there. Cowering in the shadow of the gravestone, is a tiny lamb with soft white wool, and bright yellow eyes- eyes full of fear. Fat Face can tell this is the Barley King, he simply knows it.he can taste the divinity emanating from the tiny lamb- unimaginable power. It bleats in terror and it’s on the move, faster than any human can run. (70 ft. A round).
The ghoul licks his chops before collapsing onto all fours and skittering after you with movement that don't look natural for a creature with his arrangement of limbs. He barks, "Pursuit! Pursuit! We've found our forbidden fruit!" The two other ghouls come rushing out from behind the tombstone. One gallops on all fours and carries a bone in his jaws like a dog. The other sprints on two feet, his hands clawing at the air in desperation. (They all move 60 ft for this round, but one does have alternate forms of transportation)
The Barley king baas in fear, just a bit ahead of the fastest ghoul. It quickly moves further ahead, and will eventually outrun them if they have no way to catch up to the lamb.
The ghoul running on all fours leaps atop a gravestone before springing into the air. A thin membrane spreads along the sides of his arms and legs granting this Balbal flight. The air fills with scream and ghoul as it streaks over the cemetery fields towards the Barley King. (80 foot flying speed) The ghoul gnawing on the bone disappears behind one gravestone and appears from behind another one, twenty feet in front of the fleeing lamb.
It stops immediately as the ghoul grave-travels in front of it, taking a turn right. The flying ghoul- it is right on the tail of the Lamb- close enough to reach out and grab it.
*hey dark whats the recommended level for a character on this thread*
*Depends on what you want to play. We've got gods and elder evils waging war and making deals and we have everyday spirits and people living their lives in the midst of all of it. Pretty much anything works.*
"That's a tall order." He ponders it for a moment, "We are the last and oldest remnants of newness and youth. We are spirits of birth and rebirth and agents of growth and life. We cannot take a step without changing the world. That's what you are. As to who you are, I haven't a clue."
"Okay... that's... a lot to deal with... we are... change? Renewal?" They ask, clasping their gloved hands together and looking up at them, "If... if that's what we are... I'll have to learn what that truly means... thank you..."
"Indeed," He says with a bob of his head, "You're already doing a good job of it. Blooming into birth in the middle of a land of death and dying is quite Springish, I'd say."
They slowly push themselves to their feet, still looking at the ground "Thank you... I am going to try and do my job well, then." They take a deep, though unnecessary breath, looking at the flowers all around them.
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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.'
*once spring truly rolls around, I may make my own of the ‘new,’ spring court. Or, well, there’s only two of them so far, so it isn’t exactly a court yet, but if all goes well it could be eventually.*
*Is there a winter and summer court as well?*
*theoretically, probably. The Autumn Court is the only prominent one in Autumn Country and the winter and summer courts, assuming they exist, have not yet been mentioned. The Autumn court is the most important, since they are the rulers of Autumn Country. The Spring court was massacred long ago, and for a long time the only member left was the April Fool, but with the Autumn king being captured, the seasons of Autumn Country will turn, and spring May come, and with it, perhaps more members of a new spring court.*
Adeline is sitting on a tree stump in a quiet part of the forest, wrapped up in a quilted blanket of her own design as she updates her journal- a small book filled with writings of everything she's seen in the Autumn Country so far- making new entries with a charcoal pencil. A large number of spiders can be seen skittering about under the blanket, seeking refuge from the cold.
Descending from a rope of silk a few feet in front of her is the emaciated form of mother moth, wrapped in thick layers of warm silks. She smiles, looking into Adeline’s eyes.
”how are you, my child?…”
She looks up from her writing, smiling as well as her own large, dark eyes meet theirs. "I have been well, Mother." She bows slightly. A widow spider crawls out from under her blanket shawl and onto her shoulder. "Doing my best to keep a record of what I see- this place is unlike any I've seen before. How are you?"
“I’m doing well… I apologize for making us travel here so suddenly, with little warning, but I am glad you find it interesting… tell me, my dear, what have you seen here?” She says, dropping down, not making a sound.
The honorary moth flips through a few pages of her journal as she remembers- all but the first few pages are entirely blank. "Just two days ago I saw a pack of ghouls passing through the graveyard north of here- from afar, and thankfully they didn't notice me. The giant spiders seem to like their taste, though I never dared to try it myself." Another turn of the page. "Just yesterday, I saw a tree attempt to eat a deer- shed all its leaves atop the beast when it was sleeping, and pounced once it couldn't get away. Not entirely sure how that works- or if it was really a tree- but I didn't stick around for long." A pause, as she recalls something else. "Earlier today, I had a pleasant conversation with a spirit- Craveboil, was their name. Immensely hungry, though a few Goodberries helped remedy that somewhat."
"These last few days alone have been rather eventful." She concludes, before offering the journal to Mother Moth, if she wants to give it a quick read-through and see for herself.
Mother Moth takes it, reading through each page carefully.
”Craveboil? I’ve heard of such a spirit… not much else besides the name, however… and the ghouls- there seem to be many ghouls in this country… I heard they were looking for something. In fact, we came here during a country-wide hunt… a hunt for an elusive creature they call the Barley King.”
she passes back the journal.
The journal pages detail the events that Adeline described, as well as numerous other smaller events- providing some bedrolls for a pair of hikers under-prepared for the cold, occasional sightings of birds or deer or a lone boar digging for food, and other less magical encounters and sights. "Is that so? When the topic arose, they claimed you owed them a sweater... an attempt to trick me, perhaps, though I would've made one for it if it just asked." She takes the journal back, resuming her writings. "I've only heard whispers of the Barley King before... what makes it so important, that the whole kingdom goes to search for it?"
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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)
*hey dark whats the recommended level for a character on this thread*
*Depends on what you want to play. We've got gods and elder evils waging war and making deals and we have everyday spirits and people living their lives in the midst of all of it. Pretty much anything works.*
*I wanna make a master archer so i'm going level 20 in fighter and give him vyra's broken path for an item*
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
Fat face freezes and presses a stick-thin finger to his bulging lips. He self-consciously adjusts his paper crown once more before straightening his back and rising to his full height. The ghoul then walks around the gravestone, the others wait behind him.
He walks around the gravestone, and… it’s right there. Cowering in the shadow of the gravestone, is a tiny lamb with soft white wool, and bright yellow eyes- eyes full of fear. Fat Face can tell this is the Barley King, he simply knows it.he can taste the divinity emanating from the tiny lamb- unimaginable power. It bleats in terror and it’s on the move, faster than any human can run. (70 ft. A round).
The ghoul licks his chops before collapsing onto all fours and skittering after you with movement that don't look natural for a creature with his arrangement of limbs. He barks, "Pursuit! Pursuit! We've found our forbidden fruit!" The two other ghouls come rushing out from behind the tombstone. One gallops on all fours and carries a bone in his jaws like a dog. The other sprints on two feet, his hands clawing at the air in desperation. (They all move 60 ft for this round, but one does have alternate forms of transportation)
The Barley king baas in fear, just a bit ahead of the fastest ghoul. It quickly moves further ahead, and will eventually outrun them if they have no way to catch up to the lamb.
The ghoul running on all fours leaps atop a gravestone before springing into the air. A thin membrane spreads along the sides of his arms and legs granting this Balbal flight. The air fills with scream and ghoul as it streaks over the cemetery fields towards the Barley King. (80 foot flying speed) The ghoul gnawing on the bone disappears behind one gravestone and appears from behind another one, twenty feet in front of the fleeing lamb.
It stops immediately as the ghoul grave-travels in front of it, taking a turn right. The flying ghoul- it is right on the tail of the Lamb- close enough to reach out and grab it.
A long, snake-like tongue shoots out of the ghoul's needle-toothed maw. It wraps about the lambs hooves and slithers up around the body, causing a terrible stinging sensation while restricting its movement. The Balbal crashes on the ground soon after that, wrapping its arms around its prey.
*once spring truly rolls around, I may make my own of the ‘new,’ spring court. Or, well, there’s only two of them so far, so it isn’t exactly a court yet, but if all goes well it could be eventually.*
*Is there a winter and summer court as well?*
*theoretically, probably. The Autumn Court is the only prominent one in Autumn Country and the winter and summer courts, assuming they exist, have not yet been mentioned. The Autumn court is the most important, since they are the rulers of Autumn Country. The Spring court was massacred long ago, and for a long time the only member left was the April Fool, but with the Autumn king being captured, the seasons of Autumn Country will turn, and spring May come, and with it, perhaps more members of a new spring court.*
*hmm so I could make a new character who is apart of a summer or winter court and that won't conflict with the storyline?*
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
Adeline is sitting on a tree stump in a quiet part of the forest, wrapped up in a quilted blanket of her own design as she updates her journal- a small book filled with writings of everything she's seen in the Autumn Country so far- making new entries with a charcoal pencil. A large number of spiders can be seen skittering about under the blanket, seeking refuge from the cold.
Descending from a rope of silk a few feet in front of her is the emaciated form of mother moth, wrapped in thick layers of warm silks. She smiles, looking into Adeline’s eyes.
”how are you, my child?…”
She looks up from her writing, smiling as well as her own large, dark eyes meet theirs. "I have been well, Mother." She bows slightly. A widow spider crawls out from under her blanket shawl and onto her shoulder. "Doing my best to keep a record of what I see- this place is unlike any I've seen before. How are you?"
“I’m doing well… I apologize for making us travel here so suddenly, with little warning, but I am glad you find it interesting… tell me, my dear, what have you seen here?” She says, dropping down, not making a sound.
The honorary moth flips through a few pages of her journal as she remembers- all but the first few pages are entirely blank. "Just two days ago I saw a pack of ghouls passing through the graveyard north of here- from afar, and thankfully they didn't notice me. The giant spiders seem to like their taste, though I never dared to try it myself." Another turn of the page. "Just yesterday, I saw a tree attempt to eat a deer- shed all its leaves atop the beast when it was sleeping, and pounced once it couldn't get away. Not entirely sure how that works- or if it was really a tree- but I didn't stick around for long." A pause, as she recalls something else. "Earlier today, I had a pleasant conversation with a spirit- Craveboil, was their name. Immensely hungry, though a few Goodberries helped remedy that somewhat."
"These last few days alone have been rather eventful." She concludes, before offering the journal to Mother Moth, if she wants to give it a quick read-through and see for herself.
Mother Moth takes it, reading through each page carefully.
”Craveboil? I’ve heard of such a spirit… not much else besides the name, however… and the ghouls- there seem to be many ghouls in this country… I heard they were looking for something. In fact, we came here during a country-wide hunt… a hunt for an elusive creature they call the Barley King.”
she passes back the journal.
The journal pages detail the events that Adeline described, as well as numerous other smaller events- providing some bedrolls for a pair of hikers under-prepared for the cold, occasional sightings of birds or deer or a lone boar digging for food, and other less magical encounters and sights. "Is that so? When the topic arose, they claimed you owed them a sweater... an attempt to trick me, perhaps, though I would've made one for it if it just asked." She takes the journal back, resuming her writings. "I've only heard whispers of the Barley King before... what makes it so important, that the whole kingdom goes to search for it?"
When she mentions the sweater, Mother Moth seems to remember something. “Oh, yes! I remember him… we had encountered long, long ago… He was imprisoned in Ghulheim, after that. I believe… about the Barley King-… I’m not entirely sure-… that knowledge lies in the Autumn Court and the Barley King’s cult-… but it keeps Augustus in power.”
*once spring truly rolls around, I may make my own of the ‘new,’ spring court. Or, well, there’s only two of them so far, so it isn’t exactly a court yet, but if all goes well it could be eventually.*
*It could be and it should be. It would be awesome to see that happen. I can't wait to see how this turns out!*
Fat face freezes and presses a stick-thin finger to his bulging lips. He self-consciously adjusts his paper crown once more before straightening his back and rising to his full height. The ghoul then walks around the gravestone, the others wait behind him.
He walks around the gravestone, and… it’s right there. Cowering in the shadow of the gravestone, is a tiny lamb with soft white wool, and bright yellow eyes- eyes full of fear. Fat Face can tell this is the Barley King, he simply knows it.he can taste the divinity emanating from the tiny lamb- unimaginable power. It bleats in terror and it’s on the move, faster than any human can run. (70 ft. A round).
The ghoul licks his chops before collapsing onto all fours and skittering after you with movement that don't look natural for a creature with his arrangement of limbs. He barks, "Pursuit! Pursuit! We've found our forbidden fruit!" The two other ghouls come rushing out from behind the tombstone. One gallops on all fours and carries a bone in his jaws like a dog. The other sprints on two feet, his hands clawing at the air in desperation. (They all move 60 ft for this round, but one does have alternate forms of transportation)
The Barley king baas in fear, just a bit ahead of the fastest ghoul. It quickly moves further ahead, and will eventually outrun them if they have no way to catch up to the lamb.
The ghoul running on all fours leaps atop a gravestone before springing into the air. A thin membrane spreads along the sides of his arms and legs granting this Balbal flight. The air fills with scream and ghoul as it streaks over the cemetery fields towards the Barley King. (80 foot flying speed) The ghoul gnawing on the bone disappears behind one gravestone and appears from behind another one, twenty feet in front of the fleeing lamb.
It stops immediately as the ghoul grave-travels in front of it, taking a turn right. The flying ghoul- it is right on the tail of the Lamb- close enough to reach out and grab it.
A long, snake-like tongue shoots out of the ghoul's needle-toothed maw. It wraps about the lambs hooves and slithers up around the body, causing a terrible stinging sensation while restricting its movement. The Balbal crashes on the ground soon after that, wrapping its arms around its prey.
The lamb shrieks, trying to escape the grip of the ghouls- to no avail. They can taste its fear- and its power. Raw, divine magic, greater than that held by Helianth at its full power by far- pulsing through its veins.
*once spring truly rolls around, I may make my own of the ‘new,’ spring court. Or, well, there’s only two of them so far, so it isn’t exactly a court yet, but if all goes well it could be eventually.*
*It could be and it should be. It would be awesome to see that happen. I can't wait to see how this turns out!*
*I cannot express enough how much I adore this storyline!*
A young ogrillion, resembling a boar-man with orange fur, has recently become talk of the Keep of Painted Leaves. Apparently, he can cure any ailment or curse. He was a poor boy just before this, but is now dressed in finery fit for a prince. He keeps a blindfold over his eyes and doesn't seem to care for etiquette, and randomly seems to argue with the air.
Right now he's training with a great epee, a massive dueling sword. He seems frustrated with the length of the weapon, clearly only used to large stones and daggers.
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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's a tall order." He ponders it for a moment, "We are the last and oldest remnants of newness and youth. We are spirits of birth and rebirth and agents of growth and life. We cannot take a step without changing the world. That's what you are. As to who you are, I haven't a clue."
"Okay... that's... a lot to deal with... we are... change? Renewal?" They ask, clasping their gloved hands together and looking up at them, "If... if that's what we are... I'll have to learn what that truly means... thank you..."
"Indeed," He says with a bob of his head, "You're already doing a good job of it. Blooming into birth in the middle of a land of death and dying is quite Springish, I'd say."
They slowly push themselves to their feet, still looking at the ground "Thank you... I am going to try and do my job well, then." They take a deep, though unnecessary breath, looking at the flowers all around them.
"And how will you do that?" He says with his eyes fixed on you.
"That's a tall order." He ponders it for a moment, "We are the last and oldest remnants of newness and youth. We are spirits of birth and rebirth and agents of growth and life. We cannot take a step without changing the world. That's what you are. As to who you are, I haven't a clue."
"Okay... that's... a lot to deal with... we are... change? Renewal?" They ask, clasping their gloved hands together and looking up at them, "If... if that's what we are... I'll have to learn what that truly means... thank you..."
"Indeed," He says with a bob of his head, "You're already doing a good job of it. Blooming into birth in the middle of a land of death and dying is quite Springish, I'd say."
They slowly push themselves to their feet, still looking at the ground "Thank you... I am going to try and do my job well, then." They take a deep, though unnecessary breath, looking at the flowers all around them.
"And how will you do that?" He says with his eyes fixed on you.
"I learning what change means... and making the world change, no matter how... making things new."
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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 ghoul running on all fours leaps atop a gravestone before springing into the air. A thin membrane spreads along the sides of his arms and legs granting this Balbal flight. The air fills with scream and ghoul as it streaks over the cemetery fields towards the Barley King. (80 foot flying speed) The ghoul gnawing on the bone disappears behind one gravestone and appears from behind another one, twenty feet in front of the fleeing lamb.
"Indeed," He says with a bob of his head, "You're already doing a good job of it. Blooming into birth in the middle of a land of death and dying is quite Springish, I'd say."
*hey dark whats the recommended level for a character on this thread*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
*once spring truly rolls around, I may make my own of the ‘new,’ spring court. Or, well, there’s only two of them so far, so it isn’t exactly a court yet, but if all goes well it could be eventually.*
*Is there a winter and summer court as well?*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
It stops immediately as the ghoul grave-travels in front of it, taking a turn right. The flying ghoul- it is right on the tail of the Lamb- close enough to reach out and grab it.
*Depends on what you want to play. We've got gods and elder evils waging war and making deals and we have everyday spirits and people living their lives in the midst of all of it. Pretty much anything works.*
They slowly push themselves to their feet, still looking at the ground "Thank you... I am going to try and do my job well, then." They take a deep, though unnecessary breath, looking at the flowers all around them.
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.)
*theoretically, probably. The Autumn Court is the only prominent one in Autumn Country and the winter and summer courts, assuming they exist, have not yet been mentioned. The Autumn court is the most important, since they are the rulers of Autumn Country. The Spring court was massacred long ago, and for a long time the only member left was the April Fool, but with the Autumn king being captured, the seasons of Autumn Country will turn, and spring May come, and with it, perhaps more members of a new spring court.*
The journal pages detail the events that Adeline described, as well as numerous other smaller events- providing some bedrolls for a pair of hikers under-prepared for the cold, occasional sightings of birds or deer or a lone boar digging for food, and other less magical encounters and sights. "Is that so? When the topic arose, they claimed you owed them a sweater... an attempt to trick me, perhaps, though I would've made one for it if it just asked." She takes the journal back, resuming her writings. "I've only heard whispers of the Barley King before... what makes it so important, that the whole kingdom goes to search for it?"
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 wanna make a master archer so i'm going level 20 in fighter and give him vyra's broken path for an item*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
A long, snake-like tongue shoots out of the ghoul's needle-toothed maw. It wraps about the lambs hooves and slithers up around the body, causing a terrible stinging sensation while restricting its movement. The Balbal crashes on the ground soon after that, wrapping its arms around its prey.
*hmm so I could make a new character who is apart of a summer or winter court and that won't conflict with the storyline?*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
When she mentions the sweater, Mother Moth seems to remember something. “Oh, yes! I remember him… we had encountered long, long ago… He was imprisoned in Ghulheim, after that. I believe… about the Barley King-… I’m not entirely sure-… that knowledge lies in the Autumn Court and the Barley King’s cult-… but it keeps Augustus in power.”
*It could be and it should be. It would be awesome to see that happen. I can't wait to see how this turns out!*
The lamb shrieks, trying to escape the grip of the ghouls- to no avail. They can taste its fear- and its power. Raw, divine magic, greater than that held by Helianth at its full power by far- pulsing through its veins.
the Lamb has been caught.
*I cannot express enough how much I adore this storyline!*
*AM BAK*
A young ogrillion, resembling a boar-man with orange fur, has recently become talk of the Keep of Painted Leaves. Apparently, he can cure any ailment or curse. He was a poor boy just before this, but is now dressed in finery fit for a prince. He keeps a blindfold over his eyes and doesn't seem to care for etiquette, and randomly seems to argue with the air.
Right now he's training with a great epee, a massive dueling sword. He seems frustrated with the length of the weapon, clearly only used to large stones and daggers.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"And how will you do that?" He says with his eyes fixed on you.
"I learning what change means... and making the world change, no matter how... making things new."
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.)