A Paladin has strolled into town it seems. He prays at the traveler's shrine of Helm, dress in silver and black plate armor. His face is concealed by a helm that disguises and features in shadows except for a pair of glowing eyes. Bands of silver, a symbol of the god Helm, are around his wrists, biting into the exposed flesh not covered by gauntlets. A cape made of soft fabric spills down his shoulders like a waterfall, cascading black and silver fabric with the symbol of Helm in the center.
Reverent prayers spill from this Paladin's lips before turning quiet. He stands slowly, casting a silvery trinket into the offerings bowel. A carved figure of a soldier with a sword.
'I am sorry my love... Your burden is to great. I must leave you and your memories behind less I get crushed under my own grief.' he signs with his hands in Common Sign Language.
He stares at the shrine a moment more before turning away and walking into the busy street.
"Oh, I bet I am hilarious. I myself find it funny when young children fly around convinced they're powerful, convinced their lives have meaning, convinced that they are something big. But, of course, they aren't. So young and naive... Well. Even us immortals are fools, eh kiddo? Immortality leads to foolishness more often than not, as you've shown... Luckily, I managed to dodge that bullet... Or at least, I hope so!"
*just a mo, she appers as an adult rn. aged up since vinstreb*
"fortunately, i take comfort in the fact that i mean something"
*Yes, but this cat is old. Like, really old.*
"Do you...? What have you done with your life...? What have you accomplished...?"
"exactly what i was put here by the creator to do. bedevil mortals, lead them to oases on occasion, raise and raze civilizations"
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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 Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
"He had. You rattled him a bit. He doesn't want to come back until you're gone. Shame that cats have nine lives, huh? No, he won't be back for a while." It stretches. "It's a lot warmer down here. Nice to know."
"Well, please tell your creator that A, I am not a cat, and B, I have lived much longer than nine lives."
"Hm. You have a lot of mysteries." It rolls its shoulders. "I don't report to him. I'm not obligated to do anything he wants me to. Said so himself. Sapient beings aren't to be used as slaves."
"Oh, I bet I am hilarious. I myself find it funny when young children fly around convinced they're powerful, convinced their lives have meaning, convinced that they are something big. But, of course, they aren't. So young and naive... Well. Even us immortals are fools, eh kiddo? Immortality leads to foolishness more often than not, as you've shown... Luckily, I managed to dodge that bullet... Or at least, I hope so!"
*just a mo, she appers as an adult rn. aged up since vinstreb*
"fortunately, i take comfort in the fact that i mean something"
*Yes, but this cat is old. Like, really old.*
"Do you...? What have you done with your life...? What have you accomplished...?"
"exactly what i was put here by the creator to do. bedevil mortals, lead them to oases on occasion, raise and raze civilizations"
"And yet... in ten thousand years, what will the common folk remember you by?"
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
"He had. You rattled him a bit. He doesn't want to come back until you're gone. Shame that cats have nine lives, huh? No, he won't be back for a while." It stretches. "It's a lot warmer down here. Nice to know."
"Well, please tell your creator that A, I am not a cat, and B, I have lived much longer than nine lives."
"Hm. You have a lot of mysteries." It rolls its shoulders. "I don't report to him. I'm not obligated to do anything he wants me to. Said so himself. Sapient beings aren't to be used as slaves."
"Well, at least he still has some parts of his morality in check!"
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
A Paladin has strolled into town it seems. He prays at the traveler's shrine of Helm, dress in silver and black plate armor. His face is concealed by a helm that disguises and features in shadows except for a pair of glowing eyes. Bands of silver, a symbol of the god Helm, are around his wrists, biting into the exposed flesh not covered by gauntlets. A cape made of soft fabric spills down his shoulders like a waterfall, cascading black and silver fabric with the symbol of Helm in the center.
Reverent prayers spill from this Paladin's lips before turning quiet. He stands slowly, casting a silvery trinket into the offerings bowel. A carved figure of a soldier with a sword.
'I am sorry my love... Your burden is to great. I must leave you and your memories behind less I get crushed under my own grief.' he signs with his hands in Common Sign Language.
He stares at the shrine a moment more before turning away and walking into the busy street.
He senses something. An overwhelming force of evil. And not one of the natives, either.
A tall figure sits by the side of the street, eating some fast food. It is reptilian in nature, almost gator-like, and it is the source of the vileness.
"Hm. You have a lot of mysteries." It rolls its shoulders. "I don't report to him. I'm not obligated to do anything he wants me to. Said so himself. Sapient beings aren't to be used as slaves."
"Well, at least he still has some parts of his morality in check!"
"I wouldn't know. I was born yesterday. Literally." The figure sits down on a nearby stump. "He packed me a lunch. Wanna share?"
"Hm. You have a lot of mysteries." It rolls its shoulders. "I don't report to him. I'm not obligated to do anything he wants me to. Said so himself. Sapient beings aren't to be used as slaves."
"Well, at least he still has some parts of his morality in check!"
"I wouldn't know. I was born yesterday. Literally." The figure sits down on a nearby stump. "He packed me a lunch. Wanna share?"
"Sure!" He also sits down.
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
A Paladin has strolled into town it seems. He prays at the traveler's shrine of Helm, dress in silver and black plate armor. His face is concealed by a helm that disguises and features in shadows except for a pair of glowing eyes. Bands of silver, a symbol of the god Helm, are around his wrists, biting into the exposed flesh not covered by gauntlets. A cape made of soft fabric spills down his shoulders like a waterfall, cascading black and silver fabric with the symbol of Helm in the center.
Reverent prayers spill from this Paladin's lips before turning quiet. He stands slowly, casting a silvery trinket into the offerings bowel. A carved figure of a soldier with a sword.
'I am sorry my love... Your burden is to great. I must leave you and your memories behind less I get crushed under my own grief.' he signs with his hands in Common Sign Language.
He stares at the shrine a moment more before turning away and walking into the busy street.
He senses something. An overwhelming force of evil. And not one of the natives, either.
A tall figure sits by the side of the street, eating some fast food. It is reptilian in nature, almost gator-like, and it is the source of the vileness.
His head snaps to the side, turning towards the source as if he is a moth drawn to the flame. He bites his tongue, this isn't his jurisdiction after all, he can't go about and arresting all that he considers to be evil. He stares a moment more, like his own gaze might just evaporate the sight before him.
"I wouldn't know. I was born yesterday. Literally." The figure sits down on a nearby stump. "He packed me a lunch. Wanna share?"
"Sure!" He also sits down.
It unpacks its bag of fast food. There's enough food for a small family. "I don't think I can actually eat any of this stuff, so take whatever you like, please. It'd be embarrassing to come home with a full bag."
"I wouldn't know. I was born yesterday. Literally." The figure sits down on a nearby stump. "He packed me a lunch. Wanna share?"
"Sure!" He also sits down.
It unpacks its bag of fast food. There's enough food for a small family. "I don't think I can actually eat any of this stuff, so take whatever you like, please. It'd be embarrassing to come home with a full bag."
"What is it...?"
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
He senses something. An overwhelming force of evil. And not one of the natives, either.
A tall figure sits by the side of the street, eating some fast food. It is reptilian in nature, almost gator-like, and it is the source of the vileness.
His head snaps to the side, turning towards the source as if he is a moth drawn to the flame. He bites his tongue, this isn't his jurisdiction after all, he can't go about and arresting all that he considers to be evil. He stares a moment more, like his own gaze might just evaporate the sight before him.
The demon turns its head. "Would you happen to be a hero? My creator told me about them, but he told me there weren't any here."
He senses something. An overwhelming force of evil. And not one of the natives, either.
A tall figure sits by the side of the street, eating some fast food. It is reptilian in nature, almost gator-like, and it is the source of the vileness.
His head snaps to the side, turning towards the source as if he is a moth drawn to the flame. He bites his tongue, this isn't his jurisdiction after all, he can't go about and arresting all that he considers to be evil. He stares a moment more, like his own gaze might just evaporate the sight before him.
The demon turns its head. "Would you happen to be a hero? My creator told me about them, but he told me there weren't any here."
The paladin seems to be shaken out of his thoughts as he comes back to reality. He thinks for a moment, unsure of how to respond, before shaking his head.
It unpacks its bag of fast food. There's enough food for a small family. "I don't think I can actually eat any of this stuff, so take whatever you like, please. It'd be embarrassing to come home with a full bag."
"What is it...?"
"It's normal meat. Mundane flesh doesn't do anything for me. It's nice, but it doesn't fill me up. It has to be mythical, which disappoints me. There's so few left in the world. My creator is trying to develop a work around."
The demon turns its head. "Would you happen to be a hero? My creator told me about them, but he told me there weren't any here."
The paladin seems to be shaken out of his thoughts as he comes back to reality. He thinks for a moment, unsure of how to respond, before shaking his head.
It looks away. "Shame. I was really hoping that I'd have a good excuse to stop procrastinating. Oh, well. Not a big deal."
It unpacks its bag of fast food. There's enough food for a small family. "I don't think I can actually eat any of this stuff, so take whatever you like, please. It'd be embarrassing to come home with a full bag."
"What is it...?"
"It's normal meat. Mundane flesh doesn't do anything for me. It's nice, but it doesn't fill me up. It has to be mythical, which disappoints me. There's so few left in the world. My creator is trying to develop a work around."
"Alright!"
The cat proceeds to devour the entire meal, bag and all.
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
The demon turns its head. "Would you happen to be a hero? My creator told me about them, but he told me there weren't any here."
The paladin seems to be shaken out of his thoughts as he comes back to reality. He thinks for a moment, unsure of how to respond, before shaking his head.
It looks away. "Shame. I was really hoping that I'd have a good excuse to stop procrastinating. Oh, well. Not a big deal."
"Oh, I bet I am hilarious. I myself find it funny when young children fly around convinced they're powerful, convinced their lives have meaning, convinced that they are something big. But, of course, they aren't. So young and naive... Well. Even us immortals are fools, eh kiddo? Immortality leads to foolishness more often than not, as you've shown... Luckily, I managed to dodge that bullet... Or at least, I hope so!"
*just a mo, she appers as an adult rn. aged up since vinstreb*
"fortunately, i take comfort in the fact that i mean something"
*Yes, but this cat is old. Like, really old.*
"Do you...? What have you done with your life...? What have you accomplished...?"
"exactly what i was put here by the creator to do. bedevil mortals, lead them to oases on occasion, raise and raze civilizations"
"And yet... in ten thousand years, what will the common folk remember you by?"
"in ten thousand years, ill still be around"
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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 Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
"It's normal meat. Mundane flesh doesn't do anything for me. It's nice, but it doesn't fill me up. It has to be mythical, which disappoints me. There's so few left in the world. My creator is trying to develop a work around."
"Alright!"
The cat proceeds to devour the entire meal, bag and all.
The demon tilts its head. "You're pretty interesting. My creator was hoping I'd kill you, but you seem like you'd be fun to talk with."
Sage is wandering town, now having nothing to occupy her time.
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
"The time has come to fulfill your blood oath, electric rodent!"
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A Paladin has strolled into town it seems. He prays at the traveler's shrine of Helm, dress in silver and black plate armor. His face is concealed by a helm that disguises and features in shadows except for a pair of glowing eyes. Bands of silver, a symbol of the god Helm, are around his wrists, biting into the exposed flesh not covered by gauntlets. A cape made of soft fabric spills down his shoulders like a waterfall, cascading black and silver fabric with the symbol of Helm in the center.
Reverent prayers spill from this Paladin's lips before turning quiet. He stands slowly, casting a silvery trinket into the offerings bowel. A carved figure of a soldier with a sword.
'I am sorry my love... Your burden is to great. I must leave you and your memories behind less I get crushed under my own grief.' he signs with his hands in Common Sign Language.
He stares at the shrine a moment more before turning away and walking into the busy street.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"exactly what i was put here by the creator to do. bedevil mortals, lead them to oases on occasion, raise and raze civilizations"
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 Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
"Hm. You have a lot of mysteries." It rolls its shoulders. "I don't report to him. I'm not obligated to do anything he wants me to. Said so himself. Sapient beings aren't to be used as slaves."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"And yet... in ten thousand years, what will the common folk remember you by?"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"Well, at least he still has some parts of his morality in check!"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
He senses something. An overwhelming force of evil. And not one of the natives, either.
A tall figure sits by the side of the street, eating some fast food. It is reptilian in nature, almost gator-like, and it is the source of the vileness.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I wouldn't know. I was born yesterday. Literally." The figure sits down on a nearby stump. "He packed me a lunch. Wanna share?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Sure!" He also sits down.
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
His head snaps to the side, turning towards the source as if he is a moth drawn to the flame. He bites his tongue, this isn't his jurisdiction after all, he can't go about and arresting all that he considers to be evil. He stares a moment more, like his own gaze might just evaporate the sight before him.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
It unpacks its bag of fast food. There's enough food for a small family. "I don't think I can actually eat any of this stuff, so take whatever you like, please. It'd be embarrassing to come home with a full bag."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"What is it...?"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
The demon turns its head. "Would you happen to be a hero? My creator told me about them, but he told me there weren't any here."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The paladin seems to be shaken out of his thoughts as he comes back to reality. He thinks for a moment, unsure of how to respond, before shaking his head.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"It's normal meat. Mundane flesh doesn't do anything for me. It's nice, but it doesn't fill me up. It has to be mythical, which disappoints me. There's so few left in the world. My creator is trying to develop a work around."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It looks away. "Shame. I was really hoping that I'd have a good excuse to stop procrastinating. Oh, well. Not a big deal."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Alright!"
The cat proceeds to devour the entire meal, bag and all.
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
He lifts his hands up, signing 'Procrastinating?'
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"in ten thousand years, ill still be around"
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 Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
The demon tilts its head. "You're pretty interesting. My creator was hoping I'd kill you, but you seem like you'd be fun to talk with."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Sage is wandering town, now having nothing to occupy her time.
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!)
"The time has come to fulfill your blood oath, electric rodent!"