They hear a murmur and a heartbeat, the swirling of currents around their head as if they were underwater. A tall, burnt man, dressed as a chef but with no lips or eyelids to speak of, approaches, manifesting from the wavering air. "You are strong. Don't let anyone tell you different." He holds out a hand, the fingers blackened and skeletal.
"Uh," They take a deep breath. "I-food-water... please... chef, right? Need more water..." They say, gulping up more and more. Their hair is getting wet, and more blood seems to pour from their face, out of their nose, forehead, scrapes... It looks like they might have a few broken bones as well. "Need the water... submerge... please please please..." They seem to be seeing things that aren't there, grasping at the air, occasionally gulping up dirt and sand instead of water.
The burnt creature grabs the smaller being by the collar and lifts them up before holding them like a baby. He walks toward the water, slowly gaining speed, then runs directly into the oasis. The 'chef' doesn't let go, just standing on the bottom of the pool and staring down with those cold, white irises.
The person starts screaming, their voice loud and sounding a bit like a song-if a song could hurt your ears. They struggle violently. "Put me down! Aerj, get away from me!" They stare at the burnt creature, seeing but unseeing, possibly seeing both the creature and something that's not there.
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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.
Someone with an oversized backpack, baggy pants, medium curled hair, a small hat, a scarf, goggles, a flowing shirt, a belt with pouches, and several other pouches is wandering around the desert, looking around with wide eyes.
The paladin watches before walking over. They raise their hands, signing in Common Sign Language, to them.
'Hello. Far from ministry. Where is here?'
They sign back, slightly surprised by the paladin walking over 'Sorry, what ministry?'
You saw me buried in the sand... whispers the agender voice once more, as if replying. Sing me a song, secret hero mine... So that I may see you 'till first... and love you 'till last...
The low hum becomes a sorrowful song, high notes of mourning that fill the ears of anyone around. Both a song of grief and one of becoming anew.
Waves of psychic power wash over the knight. The sand rustles, blowing as if in a strong wind, but no one feels it, not even the plants. The swirling 'winds' shape into small figures, only visible by the sand moving against their forms. They climb up the armored figure's body, weightless, formless. It feels a weight on its shoulders as short, fuzzy arms wrap around its neck from behind, not really grabbing hold or squeezing with any notable force. A small voice, but real this time, can be heard, a murmur into its ear. "Good knight... it's been long since anyone entertained my requests..."
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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 burnt creature grabs the smaller being by the collar and lifts them up before holding them like a baby. He walks toward the water, slowly gaining speed, then runs directly into the oasis. The 'chef' doesn't let go, just standing on the bottom of the pool and staring down with those cold, white irises.
The person starts screaming, their voice loud and sounding a bit like a song-if a song could hurt your ears. They struggle violently. "Put me down! Aerj, get away from me!" They stare at the burnt creature, seeing but unseeing, possibly seeing both the creature and something that's not there.
It lets the person float in the water, not looking away, staying close. "You require guidance. Have you consulted your spiritualist recently?"
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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.
You saw me buried in the sand... whispers the agender voice once more, as if replying. Sing me a song, secret hero mine... So that I may see you 'till first... and love you 'till last...
The low hum becomes a sorrowful song, high notes of mourning that fill the ears of anyone around. Both a song of grief and one of becoming anew.
Waves of psychic power wash over the knight. The sand rustles, blowing as if in a strong wind, but no one feels it, not even the plants. The swirling 'winds' shape into small figures, only visible by the sand moving against their forms. They climb up the armored figure's body, weightless, formless. It feels a weight on its shoulders as short, fuzzy arms wrap around its neck from behind, not really grabbing hold or squeezing with any notable force. A small voice, but real this time, can be heard, a murmur into its ear. "Good knight... it's been long since anyone entertained my requests..."
Karthian stands still, humming again. He doesn't turn his head before raising his hand to sign in Common Sign Language.
'Why have you followed me here?'
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Someone with an oversized backpack, baggy pants, medium curled hair, a small hat, a scarf, goggles, a flowing shirt, a belt with pouches, and several other pouches is wandering around the desert, looking around with wide eyes.
The paladin watches before walking over. They raise their hands, signing in Common Sign Language, to them.
'Hello. Far from ministry. Where is here?'
They sign back, slightly surprised by the paladin walking over 'Sorry, what ministry?'
'The ministry of Helm.' it signs slowly.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Someone with an oversized backpack, baggy pants, medium curled hair, a small hat, a scarf, goggles, a flowing shirt, a belt with pouches, and several other pouches is wandering around the desert, looking around with wide eyes.
The paladin watches before walking over. They raise their hands, signing in Common Sign Language, to them.
'Hello. Far from ministry. Where is here?'
They sign back, slightly surprised by the paladin walking over 'Sorry, what ministry?'
'The ministry of Helm.' it signs slowly.
It nods 'We are in a desert. A big one. A magic one. I came here for money.'
Someone with an oversized backpack, baggy pants, medium curled hair, a small hat, a scarf, goggles, a flowing shirt, a belt with pouches, and several other pouches is wandering around the desert, looking around with wide eyes.
The paladin watches before walking over. They raise their hands, signing in Common Sign Language, to them.
'Hello. Far from ministry. Where is here?'
They sign back, slightly surprised by the paladin walking over 'Sorry, what ministry?'
'The ministry of Helm.' it signs slowly.
It nods 'We are in a desert. A big one. A magic one. I came here for money.'
He hums lowly, the note like a bug's buzz.
'That is important I suppose'
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The burnt creature grabs the smaller being by the collar and lifts them up before holding them like a baby. He walks toward the water, slowly gaining speed, then runs directly into the oasis. The 'chef' doesn't let go, just standing on the bottom of the pool and staring down with those cold, white irises.
The person starts screaming, their voice loud and sounding a bit like a song-if a song could hurt your ears. They struggle violently. "Put me down! Aerj, get away from me!" They stare at the burnt creature, seeing but unseeing, possibly seeing both the creature and something that's not there.
It lets the person float in the water, not looking away, staying close. "You require guidance. Have you consulted your spiritualist recently?"
They take a deep breath. Their skin becomes more vibrant, their blood darker, and their eyes pop wide open. "I'm so so so sorry!" They cry, jumping to their feet. "I saw something... Terrible. Please forgive me."
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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.
Someone with an oversized backpack, baggy pants, medium curled hair, a small hat, a scarf, goggles, a flowing shirt, a belt with pouches, and several other pouches is wandering around the desert, looking around with wide eyes.
The paladin watches before walking over. They raise their hands, signing in Common Sign Language, to them.
'Hello. Far from ministry. Where is here?'
They sign back, slightly surprised by the paladin walking over 'Sorry, what ministry?'
'The ministry of Helm.' it signs slowly.
It nods 'We are in a desert. A big one. A magic one. I came here for money.'
He hums lowly, the note like a bug's buzz.
'That is important I suppose'
They look around
'Yeah, pretty strange place. If you want to camp out for the night, I have a spare bedroll.'
Waves of psychic power wash over the knight. The sand rustles, blowing as if in a strong wind, but no one feels it, not even the plants. The swirling 'winds' shape into small figures, only visible by the sand moving against their forms. They climb up the armored figure's body, weightless, formless. It feels a weight on its shoulders as short, fuzzy arms wrap around its neck from behind, not really grabbing hold or squeezing with any notable force. A small voice, but real this time, can be heard, a murmur into its ear. "Good knight... it's been long since anyone entertained my requests..."
Karthian stands still, humming again. He doesn't turn his head before raising his hand to sign in Common Sign Language.
'Why have you followed me here?'
The little creature rubs their cheek against the metal armor. "Where else would I go?" They squeeze themselves against Karthian's neck. "I am not brave enough to go alone."
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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.
Someone with an oversized backpack, baggy pants, medium curled hair, a small hat, a scarf, goggles, a flowing shirt, a belt with pouches, and several other pouches is wandering around the desert, looking around with wide eyes.
The paladin watches before walking over. They raise their hands, signing in Common Sign Language, to them.
'Hello. Far from ministry. Where is here?'
They sign back, slightly surprised by the paladin walking over 'Sorry, what ministry?'
'The ministry of Helm.' it signs slowly.
It nods 'We are in a desert. A big one. A magic one. I came here for money.'
He hums lowly, the note like a bug's buzz.
'That is important I suppose'
They look around
'Yeah, pretty strange place. If you want to camp out for the night, I have a spare bedroll.'
'I do not need to sleep. If anything, I will watch over you if I must. I would hate to see a life snuffed out in a strange world.' It signs, tilting its head.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
It lets the person float in the water, not looking away, staying close. "You require guidance. Have you consulted your spiritualist recently?"
They take a deep breath. Their skin becomes more vibrant, their blood darker, and their eyes pop wide open. "I'm so so so sorry!" They cry, jumping to their feet. "I saw something... Terrible. Please forgive me."
The entity clacks its exposed teeth. "Forgive? What for?" Its voice sounds clear despite it being completely submerged.
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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.
Waves of psychic power wash over the knight. The sand rustles, blowing as if in a strong wind, but no one feels it, not even the plants. The swirling 'winds' shape into small figures, only visible by the sand moving against their forms. They climb up the armored figure's body, weightless, formless. It feels a weight on its shoulders as short, fuzzy arms wrap around its neck from behind, not really grabbing hold or squeezing with any notable force. A small voice, but real this time, can be heard, a murmur into its ear. "Good knight... it's been long since anyone entertained my requests..."
Karthian stands still, humming again. He doesn't turn his head before raising his hand to sign in Common Sign Language.
'Why have you followed me here?'
The little creature rubs their cheek against the metal armor. "Where else would I go?" They squeeze themselves against Karthian's neck. "I am not brave enough to go alone."
'I assume you want something?' It tilts its head, interested, as if giving the impression of a curious cat. It continues to walk, listening all the way.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Someone with an oversized backpack, baggy pants, medium curled hair, a small hat, a scarf, goggles, a flowing shirt, a belt with pouches, and several other pouches is wandering around the desert, looking around with wide eyes.
The paladin watches before walking over. They raise their hands, signing in Common Sign Language, to them.
'Hello. Far from ministry. Where is here?'
They sign back, slightly surprised by the paladin walking over 'Sorry, what ministry?'
'The ministry of Helm.' it signs slowly.
It nods 'We are in a desert. A big one. A magic one. I came here for money.'
He hums lowly, the note like a bug's buzz.
'That is important I suppose'
They look around
'Yeah, pretty strange place. If you want to camp out for the night, I have a spare bedroll.'
'I do not need to sleep. If anything, I will watch over you if I must. I would hate to see a life snuffed out in a strange world.' It signs, tilting its head.
'You do not need to. I'll survive. Also, I apologize for my sheer impoliteness; what might your name be?'
Someone with an oversized backpack, baggy pants, medium curled hair, a small hat, a scarf, goggles, a flowing shirt, a belt with pouches, and several other pouches is wandering around the desert, looking around with wide eyes.
The paladin watches before walking over. They raise their hands, signing in Common Sign Language, to them.
'Hello. Far from ministry. Where is here?'
They sign back, slightly surprised by the paladin walking over 'Sorry, what ministry?'
'The ministry of Helm.' it signs slowly.
It nods 'We are in a desert. A big one. A magic one. I came here for money.'
He hums lowly, the note like a bug's buzz.
'That is important I suppose'
They look around
'Yeah, pretty strange place. If you want to camp out for the night, I have a spare bedroll.'
'I do not need to sleep. If anything, I will watch over you if I must. I would hate to see a life snuffed out in a strange world.' It signs, tilting its head.
'You do not need to. I'll survive. Also, I apologize for my sheer impoliteness; what might your name be?'
He begins to sign the letters 'K-A-R-T-H-I-A-N' before pointing to the cross on his masked face 'I am a Paladin of my lord Helm.'
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The little creature rubs their cheek against the metal armor. "Where else would I go?" They squeeze themselves against Karthian's neck. "I am not brave enough to go alone."
'I assume you want something?' It tilts its head, interested, as if giving the impression of a curious cat. It continues to walk, listening all the way.
"No..." They mumble. "Just you..." They begin to hum the same tune that the paladin sang earlier.
People are talking… People are talking about me, they’re so scared… These beasts they keep walking like… like… like lambs to the slaughter... Everywhere that I go, death follows me...
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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 little creature rubs their cheek against the metal armor. "Where else would I go?" They squeeze themselves against Karthian's neck. "I am not brave enough to go alone."
'I assume you want something?' It tilts its head, interested, as if giving the impression of a curious cat. It continues to walk, listening all the way.
"No..." They mumble. "Just you..." They begin to hum the same tune that the paladin sang earlier.
People are talking… People are talking about me, they’re so scared… These beasts they keep walking like… like… like lambs to the slaughter... Everywhere that I go, death follows me...
They exhale a low hum, like the sound of a bug's buzz. They walk into town, pulling their hood a wee bit lower, sticking to the quiet shadows around him.
'Do you know where we are? I have never been here before' they sign, the quiet rustle of their plate armor cutting through the hum.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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The person starts screaming, their voice loud and sounding a bit like a song-if a song could hurt your ears. They struggle violently. "Put me down! Aerj, get away from me!" They stare at the burnt creature, seeing but unseeing, possibly seeing both the creature and something that's not there.
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.
Extended Signature!
They sign back, slightly surprised by the paladin walking over 'Sorry, what ministry?'
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Waves of psychic power wash over the knight. The sand rustles, blowing as if in a strong wind, but no one feels it, not even the plants. The swirling 'winds' shape into small figures, only visible by the sand moving against their forms. They climb up the armored figure's body, weightless, formless. It feels a weight on its shoulders as short, fuzzy arms wrap around its neck from behind, not really grabbing hold or squeezing with any notable force. A small voice, but real this time, can be heard, a murmur into its ear. "Good knight... it's been long since anyone entertained my requests..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It lets the person float in the water, not looking away, staying close. "You require guidance. Have you consulted your spiritualist recently?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Karthian stands still, humming again. He doesn't turn his head before raising his hand to sign in Common Sign Language.
'Why have you followed me here?'
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
'The ministry of Helm.' it signs slowly.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
It nods 'We are in a desert. A big one. A magic one. I came here for money.'
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
He hums lowly, the note like a bug's buzz.
'That is important I suppose'
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
They take a deep breath. Their skin becomes more vibrant, their blood darker, and their eyes pop wide open. "I'm so so so sorry!" They cry, jumping to their feet. "I saw something... Terrible. Please forgive me."
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.
Extended Signature!
They look around
'Yeah, pretty strange place. If you want to camp out for the night, I have a spare bedroll.'
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
The little creature rubs their cheek against the metal armor. "Where else would I go?" They squeeze themselves against Karthian's neck. "I am not brave enough to go alone."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Also gold roll: 15*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
'I do not need to sleep. If anything, I will watch over you if I must. I would hate to see a life snuffed out in a strange world.' It signs, tilting its head.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The entity clacks its exposed teeth. "Forgive? What for?" Its voice sounds clear despite it being completely submerged.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'I assume you want something?' It tilts its head, interested, as if giving the impression of a curious cat. It continues to walk, listening all the way.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
'You do not need to. I'll survive. Also, I apologize for my sheer impoliteness; what might your name be?'
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
He begins to sign the letters 'K-A-R-T-H-I-A-N' before pointing to the cross on his masked face 'I am a Paladin of my lord Helm.'
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"No..." They mumble. "Just you..." They begin to hum the same tune that the paladin sang earlier.
People are talking… People are talking about me, they’re so scared… These beasts they keep walking like… like… like lambs to the slaughter... Everywhere that I go, death follows me...
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They nod in response, signing 'E-D-A-X' before holding out a hand as if to shake
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
They exhale a low hum, like the sound of a bug's buzz. They walk into town, pulling their hood a wee bit lower, sticking to the quiet shadows around him.
'Do you know where we are? I have never been here before' they sign, the quiet rustle of their plate armor cutting through the hum.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]