Grey is standing outside of the tavern, staring angrily at the body that NOBODY has cleaned up.
Guillaume strolls by. His eyes are closed and his fingers pull a lovely melody from the strings of a lute.
“You!” Grey barks. “Clean that up! It’s disgusting!”
He stops opening his eyes. The sharp, blue orbs look at you, but they slowly drift to the corpse on the ground. He softly steps closer to it.
“Commoners. Idiots…” Grey grumbles, loud enough for everyone on the street to hear.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Cressidia is sitting alone, still looking unsure of herself
Grey sits next to Cressidia. “Finally, someone at the proper level of society.”
"thank you general. thank you for your service as well"
“And finally, someone knows who I am!”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Cressidia is sitting alone, still looking unsure of herself
Grey sits next to Cressidia. “Finally, someone at the proper level of society.”
"thank you general. thank you for your service as well"
“And finally, someone knows who I am!”
"its not that difficult. these commoners, I swear"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Cressidia is sitting alone, still looking unsure of herself
Grey sits next to Cressidia. “Finally, someone at the proper level of society.”
"thank you general. thank you for your service as well"
“And finally, someone knows who I am!”
"its not that difficult. these commoners, I swear"
He shakes his head. “Ugh. They’re so nasty… I swear, whenever I see one, I feel like I’m going to puke.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Grey is standing outside of the tavern, staring angrily at the body that NOBODY has cleaned up.
Guillaume strolls by. His eyes are closed and his fingers pull a lovely melody from the strings of a lute.
“You!” Grey barks. “Clean that up! It’s disgusting!”
He stops opening his eyes. The sharp, blue orbs look at you, but they slowly drift to the corpse on the ground. He softly steps closer to it.
“Commoners. Idiots…” Grey grumbles, loud enough for everyone on the street to hear.
The clown does not frown. But a sorrowful, solemn expression comes across his face and it looks far too much at home. He sets the lute down on the ground, offering silence to the stranger. Soon, he is cradling the head of the dead man in his arms and tears stream from his downcast eyes.
Grey is standing outside of the tavern, staring angrily at the body that NOBODY has cleaned up.
Guillaume strolls by. His eyes are closed and his fingers pull a lovely melody from the strings of a lute.
“You!” Grey barks. “Clean that up! It’s disgusting!”
He stops opening his eyes. The sharp, blue orbs look at you, but they slowly drift to the corpse on the ground. He softly steps closer to it.
“Commoners. Idiots…” Grey grumbles, loud enough for everyone on the street to hear.
The clown does not frown. But a sorrowful, solemn expression comes across his face and it looks far too much at home. He sets the lute down on the ground, offering silence to the stranger. Soon, he is cradling the head of the dead man in his arms and tears stream from his downcast eyes.
“Heretic sympathizer.” Grey sneers. But he seems sad himself. “I-I’ll let you grieve for a bit.” He looks dizzy.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Grey is standing outside of the tavern, staring angrily at the body that NOBODY has cleaned up.
Oak sits inside the tavern, sipping on a cup of hot tea. He wears a heavy coat, and despite it being warm, still looks cold.
The Devil Child dances over to the body, then looks down at it. He slowly reaches into his pocket, then quickly pulls out an animated gingerbread man with a rusty knife who immediately begins harvesting the decaying body's organs, spilling even more blood. The Devil Child bows and tips his hat to Grey, giggling through his disturbing, long-nosed mask.
Cressidia is sitting alone, still looking unsure of herself
Grey sits next to Cressidia. “Finally, someone at the proper level of society.”
"thank you general. thank you for your service as well"
“And finally, someone knows who I am!”
"its not that difficult. these commoners, I swear"
He shakes his head. “Ugh. They’re so nasty… I swear, whenever I see one, I feel like I’m going to puke.”
"I have. earlier"
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Cressidia is sitting alone, still looking unsure of herself
Grey sits next to Cressidia. “Finally, someone at the proper level of society.”
"thank you general. thank you for your service as well"
“And finally, someone knows who I am!”
"its not that difficult. these commoners, I swear"
He shakes his head. “Ugh. They’re so nasty… I swear, whenever I see one, I feel like I’m going to puke.”
"I have. earlier"
He chuckles. “Hope you did that in a private place.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Grey is standing outside of the tavern, staring angrily at the body that NOBODY has cleaned up.
Oak sits inside the tavern, sipping on a cup of hot tea. He wears a heavy coat, and despite it being warm, still looks cold.
The Devil Child dances over to the body, then looks down at it. He slowly reaches into his pocket, then quickly pulls out an animated gingerbread man with a rusty knife who immediately begins harvesting the decaying body's organs, spilling even more blood. The Devil Child bows and tips his hat to Grey, giggling through his disturbing, long-nosed mask.
Grey inspects the gingerbread man and the Devil’s Child. “Maybe do that a bit less messily?”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Cressidia is sitting alone, still looking unsure of herself
Grey sits next to Cressidia. “Finally, someone at the proper level of society.”
"thank you general. thank you for your service as well"
“And finally, someone knows who I am!”
"its not that difficult. these commoners, I swear"
He shakes his head. “Ugh. They’re so nasty… I swear, whenever I see one, I feel like I’m going to puke.”
"I have. earlier"
He chuckles. “Hope you did that in a private place.”
"before I came here, at my estate"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Cressidia is sitting alone, still looking unsure of herself
Grey sits next to Cressidia. “Finally, someone at the proper level of society.”
"thank you general. thank you for your service as well"
“And finally, someone knows who I am!”
"its not that difficult. these commoners, I swear"
He shakes his head. “Ugh. They’re so nasty… I swear, whenever I see one, I feel like I’m going to puke.”
"I have. earlier"
He chuckles. “Hope you did that in a private place.”
"before I came here, at my estate"
“Why did you come here?”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Grey is standing outside of the tavern, staring angrily at the body that NOBODY has cleaned up.
Guillaume strolls by. His eyes are closed and his fingers pull a lovely melody from the strings of a lute.
“You!” Grey barks. “Clean that up! It’s disgusting!”
He stops opening his eyes. The sharp, blue orbs look at you, but they slowly drift to the corpse on the ground. He softly steps closer to it.
“Commoners. Idiots…” Grey grumbles, loud enough for everyone on the street to hear.
The clown does not frown. But a sorrowful, solemn expression comes across his face and it looks far too much at home. He sets the lute down on the ground, offering silence to the stranger. Soon, he is cradling the head of the dead man in his arms and tears stream from his downcast eyes.
“Heretic sympathizer.” Grey sneers. But he seems sad himself. “I-I’ll let you grieve for a bit.” He looks dizzy.
The jester raises his head and fixes his mournful gaze on you. His eyes shine above pools of shimmering tears. But underneath these wells of sadness is a small smile.
The Devil Child dances over to the body, then looks down at it. He slowly reaches into his pocket, then quickly pulls out an animated gingerbread man with a rusty knife who immediately begins harvesting the decaying body's organs, spilling even more blood. The Devil Child bows and tips his hat to Grey, giggling through his disturbing, long-nosed mask.
Grey inspects the gingerbread man and the Devil’s Child. “Maybe do that a bit less messily?”
The larger of the two tiny men looks like he's about to comply, nodding before pausing. "...Why should I listen to you?" There's a sing-song quality to his high-pitched voice. The mask makes him sound melodic and gentle, an almost hypnotic sound. "I'm still doing you a service that I don't need to. This body will be gone by mid-day."
Cressidia is sitting alone, still looking unsure of herself
Grey sits next to Cressidia. “Finally, someone at the proper level of society.”
"thank you general. thank you for your service as well"
“And finally, someone knows who I am!”
"its not that difficult. these commoners, I swear"
He shakes his head. “Ugh. They’re so nasty… I swear, whenever I see one, I feel like I’m going to puke.”
"I have. earlier"
He chuckles. “Hope you did that in a private place.”
"before I came here, at my estate"
“Why did you come here?”
"I have to have somewhere I don't care about to study my magic"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Cressidia is sitting alone, still looking unsure of herself
Grey sits next to Cressidia. “Finally, someone at the proper level of society.”
"thank you general. thank you for your service as well"
“And finally, someone knows who I am!”
"its not that difficult. these commoners, I swear"
He shakes his head. “Ugh. They’re so nasty… I swear, whenever I see one, I feel like I’m going to puke.”
"I have. earlier"
He chuckles. “Hope you did that in a private place.”
"before I came here, at my estate"
“Why did you come here?”
"I have to have somewhere I don't care about to study my magic"
“Is your magic rather dangerous?”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Grey is standing outside of the tavern, staring angrily at the body that NOBODY has cleaned up.
Guillaume strolls by. His eyes are closed and his fingers pull a lovely melody from the strings of a lute.
“You!” Grey barks. “Clean that up! It’s disgusting!”
He stops opening his eyes. The sharp, blue orbs look at you, but they slowly drift to the corpse on the ground. He softly steps closer to it.
“Commoners. Idiots…” Grey grumbles, loud enough for everyone on the street to hear.
The clown does not frown. But a sorrowful, solemn expression comes across his face and it looks far too much at home. He sets the lute down on the ground, offering silence to the stranger. Soon, he is cradling the head of the dead man in his arms and tears stream from his downcast eyes.
“Heretic sympathizer.” Grey sneers. But he seems sad himself. “I-I’ll let you grieve for a bit.” He looks dizzy.
The jester raises his head and fixes his mournful gaze on you. His eyes shine above pools of shimmering tears. But underneath these wells of sadness is a small smile.
“Only for a few minutes.” Grey says quickly.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
The Devil Child dances over to the body, then looks down at it. He slowly reaches into his pocket, then quickly pulls out an animated gingerbread man with a rusty knife who immediately begins harvesting the decaying body's organs, spilling even more blood. The Devil Child bows and tips his hat to Grey, giggling through his disturbing, long-nosed mask.
Grey inspects the gingerbread man and the Devil’s Child. “Maybe do that a bit less messily?”
The larger of the two tiny men looks like he's about to comply, nodding before pausing. "...Why should I listen to you?" There's a sing-song quality to his high-pitched voice. The mask makes him sound melodic and gentle, an almost hypnotic sound. "I'm still doing you a service that I don't need to. This body will be gone by mid-day."
“Because I’m a general, that’s why.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Cressidia is sitting alone, still looking unsure of herself
Grey sits next to Cressidia. “Finally, someone at the proper level of society.”
"thank you general. thank you for your service as well"
“And finally, someone knows who I am!”
"its not that difficult. these commoners, I swear"
He shakes his head. “Ugh. They’re so nasty… I swear, whenever I see one, I feel like I’m going to puke.”
"I have. earlier"
He chuckles. “Hope you did that in a private place.”
"before I came here, at my estate"
“Why did you come here?”
"I have to have somewhere I don't care about to study my magic"
“Is your magic rather dangerous?”
"it can be. everything born of dragons is"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
The larger of the two tiny men looks like he's about to comply, nodding before pausing. "...Why should I listen to you?" There's a sing-song quality to his high-pitched voice. The mask makes him sound melodic and gentle, an almost hypnotic sound. "I'm still doing you a service that I don't need to. This body will be gone by mid-day."
“Because I’m a general, that’s why.”
He begins to dance again, slower, using his arms more. "And I don't exist according to your laws and customs. Your point?" The gingerbread man is putting the chopped-up remains into a frost-rimed bag of holding.
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“Commoners. Idiots…” Grey grumbles, loud enough for everyone on the street to hear.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
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“And finally, someone knows who I am!”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
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"its not that difficult. these commoners, I swear"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
He shakes his head. “Ugh. They’re so nasty… I swear, whenever I see one, I feel like I’m going to puke.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
The clown does not frown. But a sorrowful, solemn expression comes across his face and it looks far too much at home. He sets the lute down on the ground, offering silence to the stranger. Soon, he is cradling the head of the dead man in his arms and tears stream from his downcast eyes.
“Heretic sympathizer.” Grey sneers. But he seems sad himself. “I-I’ll let you grieve for a bit.” He looks dizzy.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
The Devil Child dances over to the body, then looks down at it. He slowly reaches into his pocket, then quickly pulls out an animated gingerbread man with a rusty knife who immediately begins harvesting the decaying body's organs, spilling even more blood. The Devil Child bows and tips his hat to Grey, giggling through his disturbing, long-nosed mask.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
"I have. earlier"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
He chuckles. “Hope you did that in a private place.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
Grey inspects the gingerbread man and the Devil’s Child. “Maybe do that a bit less messily?”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
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"before I came here, at my estate"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
“Why did you come here?”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
The jester raises his head and fixes his mournful gaze on you. His eyes shine above pools of shimmering tears. But underneath these wells of sadness is a small smile.
The larger of the two tiny men looks like he's about to comply, nodding before pausing. "...Why should I listen to you?" There's a sing-song quality to his high-pitched voice. The mask makes him sound melodic and gentle, an almost hypnotic sound. "I'm still doing you a service that I don't need to. This body will be gone by mid-day."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
"I have to have somewhere I don't care about to study my magic"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
“Is your magic rather dangerous?”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
“Only for a few minutes.” Grey says quickly.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
“Because I’m a general, that’s why.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
"it can be. everything born of dragons is"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
He begins to dance again, slower, using his arms more. "And I don't exist according to your laws and customs. Your point?" The gingerbread man is putting the chopped-up remains into a frost-rimed bag of holding.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!