*Then he would probably recognize it as a song of desperation, a cry for help. A hymn of supplication to the Great One Kulullu, a being associated with the sea and a particular fishing hamlet that just happens to provide so much fish that the church can't wipe it off the map without people noticing.*
There is a bloodied man in a tattered cloak quietly singing the song as he walks by, leaning against a massive, many-eyed fish-boar creature that also has multiple blunt weapon wounds on it. The two seem to have been pelted with stones not long before. The man stops his song, turning his head to reveal fish-like eyes that shine with bioluminescent yellow light.
He puts his amulet underneath his cloak, walking back into the church. Coming back out with his bed sheets, wrapping the man in the sheets, his voice calm “Here, you seem cold and hurt.” He taps them politely and begins to lead them inside the church, keeping anyone who would harm them away.
The injured man follows, but the boar waits outside, guarding the door and keeping a great many eyes on Enrico. The fishmonger shakily sits down. "You recognized my song... If you are of the church, of all groups... well, I'd best not question it. Your kindness is accepted with gratitude, church-goer."
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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.
*Then he would probably recognize it as a song of desperation, a cry for help. A hymn of supplication to the Great One Kulullu, a being associated with the sea and a particular fishing hamlet that just happens to provide so much fish that the church can't wipe it off the map without people noticing.*
There is a bloodied man in a tattered cloak quietly singing the song as he walks by, leaning against a massive, many-eyed fish-boar creature that also has multiple blunt weapon wounds on it. The two seem to have been pelted with stones not long before. The man stops his song, turning his head to reveal fish-like eyes that shine with bioluminescent yellow light.
He puts his amulet underneath his cloak, walking back into the church. Coming back out with his bed sheets, wrapping the man in the sheets, his voice calm “Here, you seem cold and hurt.” He taps them politely and begins to lead them inside the church, keeping anyone who would harm them away.
The injured man follows, but the boar waits outside, guarding the door and keeping a great many eyes on Enrico. The fishmonger shakily sits down. "You recognized my song... If you are of the church, of all groups... well, I'd best not question it. Your kindness is accepted with gratitude, church-goer."
He sits down next to them, placing a prayer book in their own lap, and beginning to read, the center of his pupils beginning to glow a silver like the moon “A true member of the church must understand heresy as well as faith. My kindness is all I can give you. I am Enrico, who might you be?”
The injured man follows, but the boar waits outside, guarding the door and keeping a great many eyes on Enrico. The fishmonger shakily sits down. "You recognized my song... If you are of the church, of all groups... well, I'd best not question it. Your kindness is accepted with gratitude, church-goer."
He sits down next to them, placing a prayer book in their own lap, and beginning to read, the center of his pupils beginning to glow a silver like the moon “A true member of the church must understand heresy as well as faith. My kindness is all I can give you. I am Enrico, who might you be?”
"I am Auguste. My family creates the sacred hooks, harpoons, and nets our people use. The city left its fish to rot for days in our hands instead of picking it up, and I got worried. I came to bring fresh fish and check on the city. I've never been out of the hamlet before, so I didn't expect..." He touches one of the wounds on his head before wincing.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The injured man follows, but the boar waits outside, guarding the door and keeping a great many eyes on Enrico. The fishmonger shakily sits down. "You recognized my song... If you are of the church, of all groups... well, I'd best not question it. Your kindness is accepted with gratitude, church-goer."
He sits down next to them, placing a prayer book in their own lap, and beginning to read, the center of his pupils beginning to glow a silver like the moon “A true member of the church must understand heresy as well as faith. My kindness is all I can give you. I am Enrico, who might you be?”
"I am Auguste. My family creates the sacred hooks, harpoons, and nets our people use. The city left its fish to rot for days in our hands instead of picking it up, and I got worried. I came to bring fresh fish and check on the city. I've never been out of the hamlet before, so I didn't expect..." He touches one of the wounds on his head before wincing.
“The people of this city are not kind, they are afraid, and you are different from them. I apologize for their actions, but you shouldn’t expect better.” He puts a hand on the leg of Auguste comfortingly “As long as I am here there will be a home for you among the church. At least I can provide you shelter.”
The injured man follows, but the boar waits outside, guarding the door and keeping a great many eyes on Enrico. The fishmonger shakily sits down. "You recognized my song... If you are of the church, of all groups... well, I'd best not question it. Your kindness is accepted with gratitude, church-goer."
He sits down next to them, placing a prayer book in their own lap, and beginning to read, the center of his pupils beginning to glow a silver like the moon “A true member of the church must understand heresy as well as faith. My kindness is all I can give you. I am Enrico, who might you be?”
"I am Auguste. My family creates the sacred hooks, harpoons, and nets our people use. The city left its fish to rot for days in our hands instead of picking it up, and I got worried. I came to bring fresh fish and check on the city. I've never been out of the hamlet before, so I didn't expect..." He touches one of the wounds on his head before wincing.
“The people of this city are not kind, they are afraid, and you are different from them. I apologize for their actions, but you shouldn’t expect better.” He puts a hand on the leg of Auguste comfortingly “As long as I am here there will be a home for you among the church. At least I can provide you shelter.”
He doesn't recoil. He lets out a sigh, his voice a gentle growl. "They blame us... for the Scourge in their city... They say... that we are no better than the damned... I don't understand their hatred... but you are right. I mustn't expect better." He stares at the floor with his unblinking yellow eyes. "But I can't help but think... these are the ones we pray for? This is the reason we work ourselves to the bone day after day, year after year? I will need to... pray... on this."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The injured man follows, but the boar waits outside, guarding the door and keeping a great many eyes on Enrico. The fishmonger shakily sits down. "You recognized my song... If you are of the church, of all groups... well, I'd best not question it. Your kindness is accepted with gratitude, church-goer."
He sits down next to them, placing a prayer book in their own lap, and beginning to read, the center of his pupils beginning to glow a silver like the moon “A true member of the church must understand heresy as well as faith. My kindness is all I can give you. I am Enrico, who might you be?”
"I am Auguste. My family creates the sacred hooks, harpoons, and nets our people use. The city left its fish to rot for days in our hands instead of picking it up, and I got worried. I came to bring fresh fish and check on the city. I've never been out of the hamlet before, so I didn't expect..." He touches one of the wounds on his head before wincing.
“The people of this city are not kind, they are afraid, and you are different from them. I apologize for their actions, but you shouldn’t expect better.” He puts a hand on the leg of Auguste comfortingly “As long as I am here there will be a home for you among the church. At least I can provide you shelter.”
He doesn't recoil. He lets out a sigh, his voice a gentle growl. "They blame us... for the Scourge in their city... They say... that we are no better than the damned... I don't understand their hatred... but you are right. I mustn't expect better." He stares at the floor with his unblinking yellow eyes. "But I can't help but think... these are the ones we pray for? This is the reason we work ourselves to the bone day after day, year after year? I will need to... pray... on this."
“Prayer is what brings peace. Even if you don’t find what you wanted you find what you needed.” He gives him his prayer book “Take this, and think upon what is inside if you want to. If you don’t you can similar return it to me.” He walks away to his barracks on the other side of the room, closing the door behind him.
“Prayer is what brings peace. Even if you don’t find what you wanted you find what you needed.” He gives him his prayer book “Take this, and think upon what is inside if you want to. If you don’t you can similar return it to me.” He walks away to his barracks on the other side of the room, closing the door behind him.
“Prayer is what brings peace. Even if you don’t find what you wanted you find what you needed.” He gives him his prayer book “Take this, and think upon what is inside if you want to. If you don’t you can similar return it to me.” He walks away to his barracks on the other side of the room, closing the door behind him.
Auguste begins to read silently.
*Well that was a very enjoyable rp indeed. Thanks.*
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
“Prayer is what brings peace. Even if you don’t find what you wanted you find what you needed.” He gives him his prayer book “Take this, and think upon what is inside if you want to. If you don’t you can similar return it to me.” He walks away to his barracks on the other side of the room, closing the door behind him.
Auguste begins to read silently.
*Well that was a very enjoyable rp indeed. Thanks.*
*I really expected that to go much worse. You're very welcome!*
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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.
*Heck it. Everyone else has introed their second character. Might as well do mine*
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
“Prayer is what brings peace. Even if you don’t find what you wanted you find what you needed.” He gives him his prayer book “Take this, and think upon what is inside if you want to. If you don’t you can similar return it to me.” He walks away to his barracks on the other side of the room, closing the door behind him.
Auguste begins to read silently.
*Well that was a very enjoyable rp indeed. Thanks.*
*I really expected that to go much worse. You're very welcome!*
*Oh trust me, Enrico is nowhere near as just as he seems, although he tries to be.*
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
“Prayer is what brings peace. Even if you don’t find what you wanted you find what you needed.” He gives him his prayer book “Take this, and think upon what is inside if you want to. If you don’t you can similar return it to me.” He walks away to his barracks on the other side of the room, closing the door behind him.
Auguste begins to read silently.
*Well that was a very enjoyable rp indeed. Thanks.*
*I really expected that to go much worse. You're very welcome!*
*Oh trust me, Enrico is nowhere near as just as he seems, although he tries to be.*
*Given his title, I imagine he was seconds away from snapping the poor fish-man's neck at any given moment.*
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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.
Alabastor and Glendella exit out of the Tower of Valor, deciding to do a bit of supply shopping before the leave the city. The elegantly dressed noble hunter is quite the contrast to the small and ragged Cursed-Blood walking beside him like an equal, but the two chat casually with each other without a care.
Alabastor and Glendella exit out of the Tower of Valor, deciding to do a bit of supply shopping before the leave the city. The elegantly dressed noble hunter is quite the contrast to the small and ragged Cursed-Blood walking beside him like an equal, but the two chat casually with each other without a care.
*would there be talk among the hunters of an outside excursion? I crave the sweet taste of rp*
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
Alabastor and Glendella exit out of the Tower of Valor, deciding to do a bit of supply shopping before the leave the city. The elegantly dressed noble hunter is quite the contrast to the small and ragged Cursed-Blood walking beside him like an equal, but the two chat casually with each other without a care.
*would there be talk among the hunters of an outside excursion? I crave the sweet taste of rp*
*Not sure. The two of them are heading out to collect some reagents from the wilds outside the city. They are going together to have safety in numbers. Others can join if they wish*
“Prayer is what brings peace. Even if you don’t find what you wanted you find what you needed.” He gives him his prayer book “Take this, and think upon what is inside if you want to. If you don’t you can similar return it to me.” He walks away to his barracks on the other side of the room, closing the door behind him.
Auguste begins to read silently.
*Well that was a very enjoyable rp indeed. Thanks.*
*I really expected that to go much worse. You're very welcome!*
*Oh trust me, Enrico is nowhere near as just as he seems, although he tries to be.*
*Given his title, I imagine he was seconds away from snapping the poor fish-man's neck at any given moment.*
*He tried not to, and successfully didn’t, but trust me he was very close. Far too close.*
A young woman wanders through the city. She wears Hunter’s clothes with a hood made of the skin of various creatures…including more human looking skins. All over here clothes are symbols of a cult. She has a cleaver at her side and various tools attached to her belt, though not normal tools. Tools for removing nails, skin, and other parts, as well as tools made for cutting and breaking. She mutters to herself while writing something down in a book.
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
Alabastor and Glendella exit out of the Tower of Valor, deciding to do a bit of supply shopping before the leave the city. The elegantly dressed noble hunter is quite the contrast to the small and ragged Cursed-Blood walking beside him like an equal, but the two chat casually with each other without a care.
*screw it, we ball*
The masked man has finally stopped training, after a full 3 hours. (Baby numbers for him) He is in his rather small quarters, reading an ancient tome. Noticing the two figures exiting from his window, he, instead of using the stairs like a normal person, jumps out the window, sliding down the rooftops to land slightly behind Alabastor and Glendella.
*can I not have him take fall damage bc rule of cool?*
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
Alabastor and Glendella exit out of the Tower of Valor, deciding to do a bit of supply shopping before the leave the city. The elegantly dressed noble hunter is quite the contrast to the small and ragged Cursed-Blood walking beside him like an equal, but the two chat casually with each other without a care.
*screw it, we ball*
The masked man has finally stopped training, after a full 3 hours. (Baby numbers for him) He is in his rather small quarters, reading an ancient tome. Noticing the two figures exiting from his window, he, instead of using the stairs like a normal person, jumps out the window, sliding down the rooftops to land slightly behind Alabastor and Glendella.
*can I not have him take fall damage bc rule of cool?*
Glendella yelps and jumps a bit skittishly. Al meanwhile can't help but chuckles. "That's quite an entrance there."
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The injured man follows, but the boar waits outside, guarding the door and keeping a great many eyes on Enrico. The fishmonger shakily sits down. "You recognized my song... If you are of the church, of all groups... well, I'd best not question it. Your kindness is accepted with gratitude, church-goer."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He sits down next to them, placing a prayer book in their own lap, and beginning to read, the center of his pupils beginning to glow a silver like the moon “A true member of the church must understand heresy as well as faith. My kindness is all I can give you. I am Enrico, who might you be?”
"I am Auguste. My family creates the sacred hooks, harpoons, and nets our people use. The city left its fish to rot for days in our hands instead of picking it up, and I got worried. I came to bring fresh fish and check on the city. I've never been out of the hamlet before, so I didn't expect..." He touches one of the wounds on his head before wincing.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“The people of this city are not kind, they are afraid, and you are different from them. I apologize for their actions, but you shouldn’t expect better.” He puts a hand on the leg of Auguste comfortingly “As long as I am here there will be a home for you among the church. At least I can provide you shelter.”
He doesn't recoil. He lets out a sigh, his voice a gentle growl. "They blame us... for the Scourge in their city... They say... that we are no better than the damned... I don't understand their hatred... but you are right. I mustn't expect better." He stares at the floor with his unblinking yellow eyes. "But I can't help but think... these are the ones we pray for? This is the reason we work ourselves to the bone day after day, year after year? I will need to... pray... on this."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Prayer is what brings peace. Even if you don’t find what you wanted you find what you needed.” He gives him his prayer book “Take this, and think upon what is inside if you want to. If you don’t you can similar return it to me.” He walks away to his barracks on the other side of the room, closing the door behind him.
Auguste begins to read silently.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Well that was a very enjoyable rp indeed. Thanks.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*I really expected that to go much worse. You're very welcome!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Heck it. Everyone else has introed their second character. Might as well do mine*
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
*That's fun. Hope you have fun with the character.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*Oh trust me, Enrico is nowhere near as just as he seems, although he tries to be.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*Given his title, I imagine he was seconds away from snapping the poor fish-man's neck at any given moment.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Alabastor and Glendella exit out of the Tower of Valor, deciding to do a bit of supply shopping before the leave the city. The elegantly dressed noble hunter is quite the contrast to the small and ragged Cursed-Blood walking beside him like an equal, but the two chat casually with each other without a care.
*would there be talk among the hunters of an outside excursion? I crave the sweet taste of rp*
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
"It's like I said. I'm smarter than you."
*Not sure. The two of them are heading out to collect some reagents from the wilds outside the city. They are going together to have safety in numbers. Others can join if they wish*
*He tried not to, and successfully didn’t, but trust me he was very close. Far too close.*
A young woman wanders through the city. She wears Hunter’s clothes with a hood made of the skin of various creatures…including more human looking skins. All over here clothes are symbols of a cult. She has a cleaver at her side and various tools attached to her belt, though not normal tools. Tools for removing nails, skin, and other parts, as well as tools made for cutting and breaking. She mutters to herself while writing something down in a book.
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
*screw it, we ball*
The masked man has finally stopped training, after a full 3 hours. (Baby numbers for him) He is in his rather small quarters, reading an ancient tome. Noticing the two figures exiting from his window, he, instead of using the stairs like a normal person, jumps out the window, sliding down the rooftops to land slightly behind Alabastor and Glendella.
*can I not have him take fall damage bc rule of cool?*
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
"It's like I said. I'm smarter than you."
Glendella yelps and jumps a bit skittishly. Al meanwhile can't help but chuckles. "That's quite an entrance there."