There is an executioner's sword sticking out of the ground. It seems to have bees buzzing around it, despite it never being the season for bees here. The hands and feet of some humanoid buried in the earth are sticking out around it, and a silk top hat with bits of honey crystal on it hangs from the weapon's crossguard.
*Some of you might recognize this. Most of you will not.*
Apollon slowly approaches it, looking very curious.
One of the hands twitches. It slowly points to the sword, more honey crystals breaking off of the withered appendage.
Apollon grabs thee swords hilt, lifting it.
It's slightly difficult, as though it had been there for a long time. The body starts to move now that it has been un-impaled. A large humanoid, possibly an ogrillion, rises from the earth. He wears a frock coat covered in yet more crystals. His head is nearly entombed by them, actually, only the broken-open top of his head is visible, and filled with honeycomb. The fluff on his coat has been completely covered in the crystal.
"Thank you, herr... ah, we haven't been introduced." He picks up the top hat that had fallen to the ground and puts it on, shadowing his face so that only his blank white eyes and crooked-yet-gleaming teeth can be seen through the darkness. "I am Fischer." He gives a short bow. "I expected my Löwe to help me out, but he... seems to be alive still."
He stabs the sword into the dirt. "Pleasure. I am Apollon the Hunter."
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Apollon is wandering, looking for something to fight as a challenge.
*I saw your pm, it’ll be fun!*
”Looks like someone is looking for a scrap.” says a voice from a tree branch above your head.
Apollon looks up, tilting his head. "So what if I am?" he asks.
An unusually large raccoon sits perched among the dying leaves. Stretched across his face is a wicked grin. “Careful who you provoke. You might could get a hiding you’d regret. There’s some nasty fellers round these parts. Some right nasty fellers.”
"I've killed more powerful beasts and creatures of the night." he says simply. "The next one I hunt shall perish as well."
“Who’re you hunting? There’s plenty of valuable marks in these hollers. There’s a slew of hunters to, we like your folk round here.”
"Beasts, monsters of the night, and the King himself."
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Tortured poet and writer
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Another dark wooden barrel sits somewhere in the woods, definitely out of place.
A large, orange hunting hound with pointed ears and a fox tail sniffs around the barrel.
It smells like wood, water, and sweetness. The lid suddenly slides off the side, landing in a leaning position and conveniently forming a small ramp to the open top for the hound.
It takes a step back before tentatively taking the step up to look down into the barrel.
As it steps, a carved inscription under its paw reads "DON'T CHEAT."
Inside of the barrel floats a few delicious, red apples in dark but clean-looking water.
The Fox Hound plunges its snout into the water, shark white teeth snapping at the bobbing apples.
They all taste wonderfully refreshing. While it feasts, what appears to be a dark, grayish turquoise finger slides silently out of the water, long and spindly, and boops the hound playfully on the nose before rapidly disappearing into the water again.
The hound lets out a loud bark upon seeing the strange figure. The trees rustle and reddening leaves break free from their branches. They swirl and flap, gathering together until they form the shape of Augustus, the Autumn King. His candle flicker eyes survey the scene and he walks slowly over to his hound who has returned to gnawing on an apple core.
His eyes are quickly drawn to the barrel and more specifically, the "DON'T CHEAT." scratched into the lid. A few more delicious apples float to the surface of the mysterious water from the depths below. The whole scene seems to invite him to participate in the apple bobbing.
The dog, after eating the apple, would feel quite invigorated and alert. A very nice, refreshing feeling.
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On the side of the Keep stands a single wooden barrel, slightly at an angle because of the hill the Keep sits on.
The beating of the dragons wings as it approaches send small debris flying. Including, potentially the barrel.
The barrel, a good size, easily able to hold a grown human, doesn't budge. The thick lid on top sits slightly ajar though, and the dragon-made wind slides it further open, revealing a dark, unidentifiable liquid. That might be why it didn't move.
The dragon lands, the sound of stone and wood slightly cracking from the weight but not fully failing. It smells the liquid and puts the cover back, before grabbing the barrel and bringing it to a lower level.
The liquid smells like plain drinking water, with a slight, slight sweetness.
Once set back down (I'm assuming that's what happens), the lid pops open of its own accord yet again. This time, a few delicious looking red apples bob in the water, glistening in the low light. The wooden lid, upon closer inspection, has a carved inscription in it, reading "DON'T CHEAT."
“If you plan on eating me through deception, know that death goes two ways.” They lower their beak like snout and try to grab one of the apples.
No response. The apple tastes wonderfully refreshing and sweet, you have no trouble obtaining and consuming it.
Normally I'd ask for a Perception check, but this dragon will notice. The otherwise still water in the barrel begins to vibrate periodically, about 2 or 3 times per second.
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Apollon is wandering, looking for something to fight as a challenge.
*I saw your pm, it’ll be fun!*
”Looks like someone is looking for a scrap.” says a voice from a tree branch above your head.
Apollon looks up, tilting his head. "So what if I am?" he asks.
An unusually large raccoon sits perched among the dying leaves. Stretched across his face is a wicked grin. “Careful who you provoke. You might could get a hiding you’d regret. There’s some nasty fellers round these parts. Some right nasty fellers.”
"I've killed more powerful beasts and creatures of the night." he says simply. "The next one I hunt shall perish as well."
“Who’re you hunting? There’s plenty of valuable marks in these hollers. There’s a slew of hunters to, we like your folk round here.”
"Beasts, monsters of the night, and the King himself."
The raccoon freezes. His ear to ear grin begins to open, sharp white teeth spreading apart. Then laughter pours out in an uproarious flood. He loses his grip on the branch and plummets to the ground. His grey furred body hits the ground with a heavy thud that sends a plume of leaves into the air and instantly the laughter stops. The coon sits there with narrowed eyes and his crazy grin watching you. “You wish to kill the King?”
Another dark wooden barrel sits somewhere in the woods, definitely out of place.
A large, orange hunting hound with pointed ears and a fox tail sniffs around the barrel.
It smells like wood, water, and sweetness. The lid suddenly slides off the side, landing in a leaning position and conveniently forming a small ramp to the open top for the hound.
It takes a step back before tentatively taking the step up to look down into the barrel.
As it steps, a carved inscription under its paw reads "DON'T CHEAT."
Inside of the barrel floats a few delicious, red apples in dark but clean-looking water.
The Fox Hound plunges its snout into the water, shark white teeth snapping at the bobbing apples.
They all taste wonderfully refreshing. While it feasts, what appears to be a dark, grayish turquoise finger slides silently out of the water, long and spindly, and boops the hound playfully on the nose before rapidly disappearing into the water again.
The hound lets out a loud bark upon seeing the strange figure. The trees rustle and reddening leaves break free from their branches. They swirl and flap, gathering together until they form the shape of Augustus, the Autumn King. His candle flicker eyes survey the scene and he walks slowly over to his hound who has returned to gnawing on an apple core.
His eyes are quickly drawn to the barrel and more specifically, the "DON'T CHEAT." scratched into the lid. A few more delicious apples float to the surface of the mysterious water from the depths below. The whole scene seems to invite him to participate in the apple bobbing.
The dog, after eating the apple, would feel quite invigorated and alert. A very nice, refreshing feeling.
The Autumn King stands there, considering the barrel. Then he plunges his head into it, his jaws snapping at the bobbing apples.
Apollon is wandering, looking for something to fight as a challenge.
*I saw your pm, it’ll be fun!*
”Looks like someone is looking for a scrap.” says a voice from a tree branch above your head.
Apollon looks up, tilting his head. "So what if I am?" he asks.
An unusually large raccoon sits perched among the dying leaves. Stretched across his face is a wicked grin. “Careful who you provoke. You might could get a hiding you’d regret. There’s some nasty fellers round these parts. Some right nasty fellers.”
"I've killed more powerful beasts and creatures of the night." he says simply. "The next one I hunt shall perish as well."
“Who’re you hunting? There’s plenty of valuable marks in these hollers. There’s a slew of hunters to, we like your folk round here.”
"Beasts, monsters of the night, and the King himself."
The raccoon freezes. His ear to ear grin begins to open, sharp white teeth spreading apart. Then laughter pours out in an uproarious flood. He loses his grip on the branch and plummets to the ground. His grey furred body hits the ground with a heavy thud that sends a plume of leaves into the air and instantly the laughter stops. The coon sits there with narrowed eyes and his crazy grin watching you. “You wish to kill the King?”
"Yes. Does that fact amuse you?" he says quietly, his hands twitching. His eyes narrow a bit as he says, "I've slain a god before."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It's slightly difficult, as though it had been there for a long time. The body starts to move now that it has been un-impaled. A large humanoid, possibly an ogrillion, rises from the earth. He wears a frock coat covered in yet more crystals. His head is nearly entombed by them, actually, only the broken-open top of his head is visible, and filled with honeycomb. The fluff on his coat has been completely covered in the crystal.
"Thank you, herr... ah, we haven't been introduced." He picks up the top hat that had fallen to the ground and puts it on, shadowing his face so that only his blank white eyes and crooked-yet-gleaming teeth can be seen through the darkness. "I am Fischer." He gives a short bow. "I expected my Löwe to help me out, but he... seems to be alive still."
He stabs the sword into the dirt. "Pleasure. I am Apollon the Hunter."
"A hunter of what? It may sound a silly question, but before we continue I want to make sure I'm not being duped into hunting innocent women and children... last time I died it was because of that. Changed sides as soon as I realized our targets. Some people, you know." He shakes his head. It doesn't move much.
It's slightly difficult, as though it had been there for a long time. The body starts to move now that it has been un-impaled. A large humanoid, possibly an ogrillion, rises from the earth. He wears a frock coat covered in yet more crystals. His head is nearly entombed by them, actually, only the broken-open top of his head is visible, and filled with honeycomb. The fluff on his coat has been completely covered in the crystal.
"Thank you, herr... ah, we haven't been introduced." He picks up the top hat that had fallen to the ground and puts it on, shadowing his face so that only his blank white eyes and crooked-yet-gleaming teeth can be seen through the darkness. "I am Fischer." He gives a short bow. "I expected my Löwe to help me out, but he... seems to be alive still."
He stabs the sword into the dirt. "Pleasure. I am Apollon the Hunter."
"A hunter of what? It may sound a silly question, but before we continue I want to make sure I'm not being duped into hunting innocent women and children... last time I died it was because of that. Some people, you know." He shakes his head. It doesn't move much.
"Beasts, monsters, horrors from nightmares, ghouls and ghosts, and sometimes gods." he says simply.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It's slightly difficult, as though it had been there for a long time. The body starts to move now that it has been un-impaled. A large humanoid, possibly an ogrillion, rises from the earth. He wears a frock coat covered in yet more crystals. His head is nearly entombed by them, actually, only the broken-open top of his head is visible, and filled with honeycomb. The fluff on his coat has been completely covered in the crystal.
"Thank you, herr... ah, we haven't been introduced." He picks up the top hat that had fallen to the ground and puts it on, shadowing his face so that only his blank white eyes and crooked-yet-gleaming teeth can be seen through the darkness. "I am Fischer." He gives a short bow. "I expected my Löwe to help me out, but he... seems to be alive still."
He stabs the sword into the dirt. "Pleasure. I am Apollon the Hunter."
"A hunter of what? It may sound a silly question, but before we continue I want to make sure I'm not being duped into hunting innocent women and children... last time I died it was because of that. Some people, you know." He shakes his head. It doesn't move much.
"Beasts, monsters, horrors from nightmares, ghouls and ghosts, and sometimes gods." he says simply.
"Ah. Despite my gratitude, forgive me if I do not help you. I'd rather not be on some god's hit list because I gave a helpful stranger food and shelter or something like that. Not that I could help you at all in my current state." He looks down at himself. "...I need to find a washboard and a tub."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It's slightly difficult, as though it had been there for a long time. The body starts to move now that it has been un-impaled. A large humanoid, possibly an ogrillion, rises from the earth. He wears a frock coat covered in yet more crystals. His head is nearly entombed by them, actually, only the broken-open top of his head is visible, and filled with honeycomb. The fluff on his coat has been completely covered in the crystal.
"Thank you, herr... ah, we haven't been introduced." He picks up the top hat that had fallen to the ground and puts it on, shadowing his face so that only his blank white eyes and crooked-yet-gleaming teeth can be seen through the darkness. "I am Fischer." He gives a short bow. "I expected my Löwe to help me out, but he... seems to be alive still."
He stabs the sword into the dirt. "Pleasure. I am Apollon the Hunter."
"A hunter of what? It may sound a silly question, but before we continue I want to make sure I'm not being duped into hunting innocent women and children... last time I died it was because of that. Some people, you know." He shakes his head. It doesn't move much.
"Beasts, monsters, horrors from nightmares, ghouls and ghosts, and sometimes gods." he says simply.
"Ah. Despite my gratitude, forgive me if I do not help you. I'd rather not be on some god's hit list because I gave a helpful stranger food and shelter or something like that. Not that I could help you at all in my current state." He looks down at himself. "...I need to find a washboard and a tub."
"Fair enough. Im used to working alone anyways." he says quietly. "What exactly are you?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Ah. Despite my gratitude, forgive me if I do not help you. I'd rather not be on some god's hit list because I gave a helpful stranger food and shelter or something like that. Not that I could help you at all in my current state." He looks down at himself. "...I need to find a washboard and a tub."
"Fair enough. Im used to working alone anyways." he says quietly. "What exactly are you?"
"A mellified man. Basically a walking panacea. You basically just mummify someone in honey and you have a delicious and healthy treat that may or may not come back to life. Happens to a lot of people in my culture. It is not an esteemed position in most cases."
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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.
"Ah. Despite my gratitude, forgive me if I do not help you. I'd rather not be on some god's hit list because I gave a helpful stranger food and shelter or something like that. Not that I could help you at all in my current state." He looks down at himself. "...I need to find a washboard and a tub."
"Fair enough. Im used to working alone anyways." he says quietly. "What exactly are you?"
"A mellified man. Basically a walking panacea. You basically just mummify someone in honey and you have a delicious and healthy treat that may or may not come back to life. Happens to a lot of people in my culture. It is not an esteemed position in most cases."
"Huh....fascinating..." he says, examining him. "You seem harmless enough."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Ah. Despite my gratitude, forgive me if I do not help you. I'd rather not be on some god's hit list because I gave a helpful stranger food and shelter or something like that. Not that I could help you at all in my current state." He looks down at himself. "...I need to find a washboard and a tub."
"Fair enough. Im used to working alone anyways." he says quietly. "What exactly are you?"
"A mellified man. Basically a walking panacea. You basically just mummify someone in honey and you have a delicious and healthy treat that may or may not come back to life. Happens to a lot of people in my culture. It is not an esteemed position in most cases."
"Huh....fascinating..." he says, examining him. "You seem harmless enough."
"Well, getting kicked around the afterlife for 300 years by the meanest people around, most of which you put down in the first place... well, most people are cowed after that. As it turns out, ritualized and 'justified' murder is still murder on a moral scale."
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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.
"Ah. Despite my gratitude, forgive me if I do not help you. I'd rather not be on some god's hit list because I gave a helpful stranger food and shelter or something like that. Not that I could help you at all in my current state." He looks down at himself. "...I need to find a washboard and a tub."
"Fair enough. Im used to working alone anyways." he says quietly. "What exactly are you?"
"A mellified man. Basically a walking panacea. You basically just mummify someone in honey and you have a delicious and healthy treat that may or may not come back to life. Happens to a lot of people in my culture. It is not an esteemed position in most cases."
"Huh....fascinating..." he says, examining him. "You seem harmless enough."
"Well, getting kicked around the afterlife for 300 years by the meanest people around, most of which you put down in the first place... well, most people are cowed after that. As it turns out, ritualized and 'justified' murder is still murder on a moral scale."
"Yea. That would be true." a small ball of fire appears in his palm. "Mind if i use fire to help fix you?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Ah. Despite my gratitude, forgive me if I do not help you. I'd rather not be on some god's hit list because I gave a helpful stranger food and shelter or something like that. Not that I could help you at all in my current state." He looks down at himself. "...I need to find a washboard and a tub."
"Fair enough. Im used to working alone anyways." he says quietly. "What exactly are you?"
"A mellified man. Basically a walking panacea. You basically just mummify someone in honey and you have a delicious and healthy treat that may or may not come back to life. Happens to a lot of people in my culture. It is not an esteemed position in most cases."
"Huh....fascinating..." he says, examining him. "You seem harmless enough."
"Well, getting kicked around the afterlife for 300 years by the meanest people around, most of which you put down in the first place... well, most people are cowed after that. As it turns out, ritualized and 'justified' murder is still murder on a moral scale."
"Yea. That would be true." a small ball of fire appears in his palm. "Mind if i use fire to help fix you?"
"As a being of sugar, I believe I would just melt into a pile of caramel. Or be burnt to a crisp. I don't believe I can be fixed at this point. I appreciate the gesture, however."
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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.
Apollon looks up, tilting his head. "So what if I am?" he asks.
An unusually large raccoon sits perched among the dying leaves. Stretched across his face is a wicked grin. “Careful who you provoke. You might could get a hiding you’d regret. There’s some nasty fellers round these parts. Some right nasty fellers.”
"I've killed more powerful beasts and creatures of the night." he says simply. "The next one I hunt shall perish as well."
“Who’re you hunting? There’s plenty of valuable marks in these hollers. There’s a slew of hunters to, we like your folk round here.”
"Beasts, monsters of the night, and the King himself."
The raccoon freezes. His ear to ear grin begins to open, sharp white teeth spreading apart. Then laughter pours out in an uproarious flood. He loses his grip on the branch and plummets to the ground. His grey furred body hits the ground with a heavy thud that sends a plume of leaves into the air and instantly the laughter stops. The coon sits there with narrowed eyes and his crazy grin watching you. “You wish to kill the King?”
"Yes. Does that fact amuse you?" he says quietly, his hands twitching. His eyes narrow a bit as he says, "I've slain a god before."
“Well at first I thought you were telling a rusty… but now I ain’t sure. Seems like a fool’s errand to come after the King in his own country. But if you’ve killed a god before…” he looks you over, “Who’d you kill?”
"Ah. Despite my gratitude, forgive me if I do not help you. I'd rather not be on some god's hit list because I gave a helpful stranger food and shelter or something like that. Not that I could help you at all in my current state." He looks down at himself. "...I need to find a washboard and a tub."
"Fair enough. Im used to working alone anyways." he says quietly. "What exactly are you?"
"A mellified man. Basically a walking panacea. You basically just mummify someone in honey and you have a delicious and healthy treat that may or may not come back to life. Happens to a lot of people in my culture. It is not an esteemed position in most cases."
"Huh....fascinating..." he says, examining him. "You seem harmless enough."
"Well, getting kicked around the afterlife for 300 years by the meanest people around, most of which you put down in the first place... well, most people are cowed after that. As it turns out, ritualized and 'justified' murder is still murder on a moral scale."
"Yea. That would be true." a small ball of fire appears in his palm. "Mind if i use fire to help fix you?"
"As a being of sugar, I believe I would just melt into a pile of caramel. Or be burnt to a crisp. I don't believe I can be fixed at this point. I appreciate the gesture, however."
"It could harden your skin, making more difficult to kill you." he says, extinguishing the flame.
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He stabs the sword into the dirt. "Pleasure. I am Apollon the Hunter."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Beasts, monsters of the night, and the King himself."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
His eyes are quickly drawn to the barrel and more specifically, the "DON'T CHEAT." scratched into the lid. A few more delicious apples float to the surface of the mysterious water from the depths below. The whole scene seems to invite him to participate in the apple bobbing.
The dog, after eating the apple, would feel quite invigorated and alert. A very nice, refreshing feeling.
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The raccoon freezes. His ear to ear grin begins to open, sharp white teeth spreading apart. Then laughter pours out in an uproarious flood. He loses his grip on the branch and plummets to the ground. His grey furred body hits the ground with a heavy thud that sends a plume of leaves into the air and instantly the laughter stops. The coon sits there with narrowed eyes and his crazy grin watching you. “You wish to kill the King?”
The Autumn King stands there, considering the barrel. Then he plunges his head into it, his jaws snapping at the bobbing apples.
*Am bak*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Yes. Does that fact amuse you?" he says quietly, his hands twitching. His eyes narrow a bit as he says, "I've slain a god before."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*ayyy! welcome!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"A hunter of what? It may sound a silly question, but before we continue I want to make sure I'm not being duped into hunting innocent women and children... last time I died it was because of that. Changed sides as soon as I realized our targets. Some people, you know." He shakes his head. It doesn't move much.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Beasts, monsters, horrors from nightmares, ghouls and ghosts, and sometimes gods." he says simply.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Ah. Despite my gratitude, forgive me if I do not help you. I'd rather not be on some god's hit list because I gave a helpful stranger food and shelter or something like that. Not that I could help you at all in my current state." He looks down at himself. "...I need to find a washboard and a tub."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Fair enough. Im used to working alone anyways." he says quietly. "What exactly are you?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"A mellified man. Basically a walking panacea. You basically just mummify someone in honey and you have a delicious and healthy treat that may or may not come back to life. Happens to a lot of people in my culture. It is not an esteemed position in most cases."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Huh....fascinating..." he says, examining him. "You seem harmless enough."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Well, getting kicked around the afterlife for 300 years by the meanest people around, most of which you put down in the first place... well, most people are cowed after that. As it turns out, ritualized and 'justified' murder is still murder on a moral scale."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Yea. That would be true." a small ball of fire appears in his palm. "Mind if i use fire to help fix you?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"As a being of sugar, I believe I would just melt into a pile of caramel. Or be burnt to a crisp. I don't believe I can be fixed at this point. I appreciate the gesture, however."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Well at first I thought you were telling a rusty… but now I ain’t sure. Seems like a fool’s errand to come after the King in his own country. But if you’ve killed a god before…” he looks you over, “Who’d you kill?”
"It could harden your skin, making more difficult to kill you." he says, extinguishing the flame.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.