A mage is in the auction center. He is tall, dressed in a white blouse, a black and red checkered vest, a long gold and black duster cloak, a pair of nice dress pants, and a beautiful pair of shiny black loafers. His face is hidden under a red veil that is connected to a pair of curling horns that spiral upwards. He walks on a cane, the silvery and black wood tapping against the floor. His gloved hands clasp a paper in hand, writing indistinguishable.
a humanoid figure, masiculine, with a bit of a beer gut, made entierly of ravens, wearing a snow-white suit walks/flies toward him, adjusting their cuffs. "forgive us if we dont shake your hand"
"I wouldn't want to anyways." "A low British voice comes out from under the veil "Lovely body you have, do they all eat or is it more of a symbiotic situation?"
"its... complicated. we don't need food as you understand it. we eat, but not for food. we are Sulagh. The Raven Man. yourself?"
"I am Thorne, an magus and alchemist" they nod, lofting the veil. A canine skull stares back at Sulagh, tiny pinpricks of red light for eyes.
"interested in anything in particular?" they spread their arms wide
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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...!
A mage is in the auction center. He is tall, dressed in a white blouse, a black and red checkered vest, a long gold and black duster cloak, a pair of nice dress pants, and a beautiful pair of shiny black loafers. His face is hidden under a red veil that is connected to a pair of curling horns that spiral upwards. He walks on a cane, the silvery and black wood tapping against the floor. His gloved hands clasp a paper in hand, writing indistinguishable.
a humanoid figure, masiculine, with a bit of a beer gut, made entierly of ravens, wearing a snow-white suit walks/flies toward him, adjusting their cuffs. "forgive us if we dont shake your hand"
"I wouldn't want to anyways." "A low British voice comes out from under the veil "Lovely body you have, do they all eat or is it more of a symbiotic situation?"
"its... complicated. we don't need food as you understand it. we eat, but not for food. we are Sulagh. The Raven Man. yourself?"
"I am Thorne, an magus and alchemist" they nod, lofting the veil. A canine skull stares back at Sulagh, tiny pinpricks of red light for eyes.
"interested in anything in particular?" they spread their arms wide
"More so disappointed. I have purchased everything I have came here for but one thing I was hoping they would have." He sighs, rolling his shoulders in a bit of annoyance.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
A mage is in the auction center. He is tall, dressed in a white blouse, a black and red checkered vest, a long gold and black duster cloak, a pair of nice dress pants, and a beautiful pair of shiny black loafers. His face is hidden under a red veil that is connected to a pair of curling horns that spiral upwards. He walks on a cane, the silvery and black wood tapping against the floor. His gloved hands clasp a paper in hand, writing indistinguishable.
A Fae walks in behind him, clad in a dress of living plants, with flowers like Angel's Trumpet and other such blossoms, as well as the small bud-like blossoms of the Gympie-Gympie tree.
"Hello, there! Who might you be...?"
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Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
A mage is in the auction center. He is tall, dressed in a white blouse, a black and red checkered vest, a long gold and black duster cloak, a pair of nice dress pants, and a beautiful pair of shiny black loafers. His face is hidden under a red veil that is connected to a pair of curling horns that spiral upwards. He walks on a cane, the silvery and black wood tapping against the floor. His gloved hands clasp a paper in hand, writing indistinguishable.
a humanoid figure, masiculine, with a bit of a beer gut, made entierly of ravens, wearing a snow-white suit walks/flies toward him, adjusting their cuffs. "forgive us if we dont shake your hand"
"I wouldn't want to anyways." "A low British voice comes out from under the veil "Lovely body you have, do they all eat or is it more of a symbiotic situation?"
"its... complicated. we don't need food as you understand it. we eat, but not for food. we are Sulagh. The Raven Man. yourself?"
"I am Thorne, an magus and alchemist" they nod, lofting the veil. A canine skull stares back at Sulagh, tiny pinpricks of red light for eyes.
"interested in anything in particular?" they spread their arms wide
"More so disappointed. I have purchased everything I have came here for but one thing I was hoping they would have." He sighs, rolling his shoulders in a bit of annoyance.
"what would that be?" the group of ravens forming their head flutters off their shoulders, hovering on your shoulder
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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...!
Theo sits nearby, just outside of the bright light. "Can't find what you're looking for?" The little necromancer waves him over.
"It seems they do not sell what I am looking for, very disappointing. I have already purchased the tools and items I need, dragons scales, wyrm eggs, kyanite crystals, bloodstone, hairs of the goddess Nirvana, and much more... But no humans. Very upsetting." He tilts his head from side to side, sighing.
"Curious. It's possible that they were all bought up before you got here. Or maybe you weren't looking in the right place." He shrugs. "It bothers me, you know? The lack of empathy."
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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.
A mage is in the auction center. He is tall, dressed in a white blouse, a black and red checkered vest, a long gold and black duster cloak, a pair of nice dress pants, and a beautiful pair of shiny black loafers. His face is hidden under a red veil that is connected to a pair of curling horns that spiral upwards. He walks on a cane, the silvery and black wood tapping against the floor. His gloved hands clasp a paper in hand, writing indistinguishable.
A Fae walks in behind him, clad in a dress of living plants, with flowers like Angel's Trumpet and other such blossoms, as well as the small bud-like blossoms of the Gympie-Gympie tree.
"Hello, there! Who might you be...?"
"Thorne." He tilts his head down to look down at them "I am a magus."
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
A mage is in the auction center. He is tall, dressed in a white blouse, a black and red checkered vest, a long gold and black duster cloak, a pair of nice dress pants, and a beautiful pair of shiny black loafers. His face is hidden under a red veil that is connected to a pair of curling horns that spiral upwards. He walks on a cane, the silvery and black wood tapping against the floor. His gloved hands clasp a paper in hand, writing indistinguishable.
a humanoid figure, masiculine, with a bit of a beer gut, made entierly of ravens, wearing a snow-white suit walks/flies toward him, adjusting their cuffs. "forgive us if we dont shake your hand"
"I wouldn't want to anyways." "A low British voice comes out from under the veil "Lovely body you have, do they all eat or is it more of a symbiotic situation?"
"its... complicated. we don't need food as you understand it. we eat, but not for food. we are Sulagh. The Raven Man. yourself?"
"I am Thorne, an magus and alchemist" they nod, lofting the veil. A canine skull stares back at Sulagh, tiny pinpricks of red light for eyes.
"interested in anything in particular?" they spread their arms wide
"More so disappointed. I have purchased everything I have came here for but one thing I was hoping they would have." He sighs, rolling his shoulders in a bit of annoyance.
"what would that be?" the group of ravens forming their head flutters off their shoulders, hovering on your shoulder
"A human. You see, humans are quite powerful. I have a theory that I might be able to bend the weave itself and allow a plain human to harness magic."
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
A mage is in the auction center. He is tall, dressed in a white blouse, a black and red checkered vest, a long gold and black duster cloak, a pair of nice dress pants, and a beautiful pair of shiny black loafers. His face is hidden under a red veil that is connected to a pair of curling horns that spiral upwards. He walks on a cane, the silvery and black wood tapping against the floor. His gloved hands clasp a paper in hand, writing indistinguishable.
A Fae walks in behind him, clad in a dress of living plants, with flowers like Angel's Trumpet and other such blossoms, as well as the small bud-like blossoms of the Gympie-Gympie tree.
"Hello, there! Who might you be...?"
"Thorne." He tilts his head down to look down at them "I am a magus."
"Oh. That's... interesting. Why are you here...?"
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Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
Theo sits nearby, just outside of the bright light. "Can't find what you're looking for?" The little necromancer waves him over.
"It seems they do not sell what I am looking for, very disappointing. I have already purchased the tools and items I need, dragons scales, wyrm eggs, kyanite crystals, bloodstone, hairs of the goddess Nirvana, and much more... But no humans. Very upsetting." He tilts his head from side to side, sighing.
"Curious. It's possible that they were all bought up before you got here. Or maybe you weren't looking in the right place." He shrugs. "It bothers me, you know? The lack of empathy."
"Lack of empathy? What do you mean? That word has to do with emotions correct?"
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
A mage is in the auction center. He is tall, dressed in a white blouse, a black and red checkered vest, a long gold and black duster cloak, a pair of nice dress pants, and a beautiful pair of shiny black loafers. His face is hidden under a red veil that is connected to a pair of curling horns that spiral upwards. He walks on a cane, the silvery and black wood tapping against the floor. His gloved hands clasp a paper in hand, writing indistinguishable.
a humanoid figure, masiculine, with a bit of a beer gut, made entierly of ravens, wearing a snow-white suit walks/flies toward him, adjusting their cuffs. "forgive us if we dont shake your hand"
"I wouldn't want to anyways." "A low British voice comes out from under the veil "Lovely body you have, do they all eat or is it more of a symbiotic situation?"
"its... complicated. we don't need food as you understand it. we eat, but not for food. we are Sulagh. The Raven Man. yourself?"
"I am Thorne, an magus and alchemist" they nod, lofting the veil. A canine skull stares back at Sulagh, tiny pinpricks of red light for eyes.
"interested in anything in particular?" they spread their arms wide
"More so disappointed. I have purchased everything I have came here for but one thing I was hoping they would have." He sighs, rolling his shoulders in a bit of annoyance.
"what would that be?" the group of ravens forming their head flutters off their shoulders, hovering on your shoulder
"A human. You see, humans are quite powerful. I have a theory that I might be able to bend the weave itself and allow a plain human to harness magic."
they laugh. its unpleasant, hearing so many ravens try and mimic human laughter. so many different, discordant tones, from deep belly laughs to childlike giggles "a human? using magic? perposterous! prey tell, how will you manage that?"
*not a typo, that's on puropose*
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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...!
A mage is in the auction center. He is tall, dressed in a white blouse, a black and red checkered vest, a long gold and black duster cloak, a pair of nice dress pants, and a beautiful pair of shiny black loafers. His face is hidden under a red veil that is connected to a pair of curling horns that spiral upwards. He walks on a cane, the silvery and black wood tapping against the floor. His gloved hands clasp a paper in hand, writing indistinguishable.
A Fae walks in behind him, clad in a dress of living plants, with flowers like Angel's Trumpet and other such blossoms, as well as the small bud-like blossoms of the Gympie-Gympie tree.
"Hello, there! Who might you be...?"
"Thorne." He tilts his head down to look down at them "I am a magus."
"Oh. That's... interesting. Why are you here...?"
"Well, originally, I came here to buy some things. I already purchased what I came for besides one thing, a human." He explained.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
A mage is in the auction center. He is tall, dressed in a white blouse, a black and red checkered vest, a long gold and black duster cloak, a pair of nice dress pants, and a beautiful pair of shiny black loafers. His face is hidden under a red veil that is connected to a pair of curling horns that spiral upwards. He walks on a cane, the silvery and black wood tapping against the floor. His gloved hands clasp a paper in hand, writing indistinguishable.
A Fae walks in behind him, clad in a dress of living plants, with flowers like Angel's Trumpet and other such blossoms, as well as the small bud-like blossoms of the Gympie-Gympie tree.
"Hello, there! Who might you be...?"
"Thorne." He tilts his head down to look down at them "I am a magus."
"Oh. That's... interesting. Why are you here...?"
"Well, originally, I came here to buy some things. I already purchased what I came for besides one thing, a human." He explained.
"Ah. You seek a human...? And you say you could not find it anywhere else...? Well, if you truly are of dire need, perhaps I could... no... no, I must not share secrets of such importance..."
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Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
A mage is in the auction center. He is tall, dressed in a white blouse, a black and red checkered vest, a long gold and black duster cloak, a pair of nice dress pants, and a beautiful pair of shiny black loafers. His face is hidden under a red veil that is connected to a pair of curling horns that spiral upwards. He walks on a cane, the silvery and black wood tapping against the floor. His gloved hands clasp a paper in hand, writing indistinguishable.
a humanoid figure, masiculine, with a bit of a beer gut, made entierly of ravens, wearing a snow-white suit walks/flies toward him, adjusting their cuffs. "forgive us if we dont shake your hand"
"I wouldn't want to anyways." "A low British voice comes out from under the veil "Lovely body you have, do they all eat or is it more of a symbiotic situation?"
"its... complicated. we don't need food as you understand it. we eat, but not for food. we are Sulagh. The Raven Man. yourself?"
"I am Thorne, an magus and alchemist" they nod, lofting the veil. A canine skull stares back at Sulagh, tiny pinpricks of red light for eyes.
"interested in anything in particular?" they spread their arms wide
"More so disappointed. I have purchased everything I have came here for but one thing I was hoping they would have." He sighs, rolling his shoulders in a bit of annoyance.
"what would that be?" the group of ravens forming their head flutters off their shoulders, hovering on your shoulder
"A human. You see, humans are quite powerful. I have a theory that I might be able to bend the weave itself and allow a plain human to harness magic."
they laugh. its unpleasant, hearing so many ravens try and mimic human laughter. so many different, discordant tones, from deep belly laughs to childlike giggles "a human? using magic? perposterous! prey tell, how will you manage that?"
*not a typo, that's on puropose*
"Quite easy. A guiding hand, allow them to soak up the residual magic from around them and then learn to expell it." He explains, waving a hand, a load of paperwork appearing in hand "My research has been extensive."
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
A mage is in the auction center. He is tall, dressed in a white blouse, a black and red checkered vest, a long gold and black duster cloak, a pair of nice dress pants, and a beautiful pair of shiny black loafers. His face is hidden under a red veil that is connected to a pair of curling horns that spiral upwards. He walks on a cane, the silvery and black wood tapping against the floor. His gloved hands clasp a paper in hand, writing indistinguishable.
A Fae walks in behind him, clad in a dress of living plants, with flowers like Angel's Trumpet and other such blossoms, as well as the small bud-like blossoms of the Gympie-Gympie tree.
"Hello, there! Who might you be...?"
"Thorne." He tilts his head down to look down at them "I am a magus."
"Oh. That's... interesting. Why are you here...?"
"Well, originally, I came here to buy some things. I already purchased what I came for besides one thing, a human." He explained.
"Ah. You seek a human...? And you say you could not find it anywhere else...? Well, if you truly are of dire need, perhaps I could... no... no, I must not share secrets of such importance..."
"I am not plucking one off the streets. I need one from here specifically. It fits my calculations the best." He explains. "A place infused with the very essence of magic, soaked with the weave."
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
A mage is in the auction center. He is tall, dressed in a white blouse, a black and red checkered vest, a long gold and black duster cloak, a pair of nice dress pants, and a beautiful pair of shiny black loafers. His face is hidden under a red veil that is connected to a pair of curling horns that spiral upwards. He walks on a cane, the silvery and black wood tapping against the floor. His gloved hands clasp a paper in hand, writing indistinguishable.
a humanoid figure, masiculine, with a bit of a beer gut, made entierly of ravens, wearing a snow-white suit walks/flies toward him, adjusting their cuffs. "forgive us if we dont shake your hand"
"I wouldn't want to anyways." "A low British voice comes out from under the veil "Lovely body you have, do they all eat or is it more of a symbiotic situation?"
"its... complicated. we don't need food as you understand it. we eat, but not for food. we are Sulagh. The Raven Man. yourself?"
"I am Thorne, an magus and alchemist" they nod, lofting the veil. A canine skull stares back at Sulagh, tiny pinpricks of red light for eyes.
"interested in anything in particular?" they spread their arms wide
"More so disappointed. I have purchased everything I have came here for but one thing I was hoping they would have." He sighs, rolling his shoulders in a bit of annoyance.
"what would that be?" the group of ravens forming their head flutters off their shoulders, hovering on your shoulder
"A human. You see, humans are quite powerful. I have a theory that I might be able to bend the weave itself and allow a plain human to harness magic."
they laugh. its unpleasant, hearing so many ravens try and mimic human laughter. so many different, discordant tones, from deep belly laughs to childlike giggles "a human? using magic? perposterous! prey tell, how will you manage that?"
*not a typo, that's on puropose*
"Quite easy. A guiding hand, allow them to soak up the residual magic from around them and then learn to expell it." He explains, waving a hand, a load of paperwork appearing in hand "My research has been extensive."
"fascinating. we... may be able to procure one for you. in exchange for something..."
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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...!
A mage is in the auction center. He is tall, dressed in a white blouse, a black and red checkered vest, a long gold and black duster cloak, a pair of nice dress pants, and a beautiful pair of shiny black loafers. His face is hidden under a red veil that is connected to a pair of curling horns that spiral upwards. He walks on a cane, the silvery and black wood tapping against the floor. His gloved hands clasp a paper in hand, writing indistinguishable.
A Fae walks in behind him, clad in a dress of living plants, with flowers like Angel's Trumpet and other such blossoms, as well as the small bud-like blossoms of the Gympie-Gympie tree.
"Hello, there! Who might you be...?"
"Thorne." He tilts his head down to look down at them "I am a magus."
"Oh. That's... interesting. Why are you here...?"
"Well, originally, I came here to buy some things. I already purchased what I came for besides one thing, a human." He explained.
"Ah. You seek a human...? And you say you could not find it anywhere else...? Well, if you truly are of dire need, perhaps I could... no... no, I must not share secrets of such importance..."
"I am not plucking one off the streets. I need one from here specifically. It fits my calculations the best." He explains. "A place infused with the very essence of magic, soaked with the weave."
"... You seem... trustworthy. Perhaps... Come with me."
The Fae expects no answer, simply turns around and starts walking.
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Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
A mage is in the auction center. He is tall, dressed in a white blouse, a black and red checkered vest, a long gold and black duster cloak, a pair of nice dress pants, and a beautiful pair of shiny black loafers. His face is hidden under a red veil that is connected to a pair of curling horns that spiral upwards. He walks on a cane, the silvery and black wood tapping against the floor. His gloved hands clasp a paper in hand, writing indistinguishable.
a humanoid figure, masiculine, with a bit of a beer gut, made entierly of ravens, wearing a snow-white suit walks/flies toward him, adjusting their cuffs. "forgive us if we dont shake your hand"
"I wouldn't want to anyways." "A low British voice comes out from under the veil "Lovely body you have, do they all eat or is it more of a symbiotic situation?"
"its... complicated. we don't need food as you understand it. we eat, but not for food. we are Sulagh. The Raven Man. yourself?"
"I am Thorne, an magus and alchemist" they nod, lofting the veil. A canine skull stares back at Sulagh, tiny pinpricks of red light for eyes.
"interested in anything in particular?" they spread their arms wide
"More so disappointed. I have purchased everything I have came here for but one thing I was hoping they would have." He sighs, rolling his shoulders in a bit of annoyance.
"what would that be?" the group of ravens forming their head flutters off their shoulders, hovering on your shoulder
"A human. You see, humans are quite powerful. I have a theory that I might be able to bend the weave itself and allow a plain human to harness magic."
they laugh. its unpleasant, hearing so many ravens try and mimic human laughter. so many different, discordant tones, from deep belly laughs to childlike giggles "a human? using magic? perposterous! prey tell, how will you manage that?"
*not a typo, that's on puropose*
"Quite easy. A guiding hand, allow them to soak up the residual magic from around them and then learn to expell it." He explains, waving a hand, a load of paperwork appearing in hand "My research has been extensive."
"fascinating. we... may be able to procure one for you. in exchange for something..."
"And what would that be?" They tilt their head "No blood, no bone, no soul. I don't make deals unless I look over the contract itself."
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
A mage is in the auction center. He is tall, dressed in a white blouse, a black and red checkered vest, a long gold and black duster cloak, a pair of nice dress pants, and a beautiful pair of shiny black loafers. His face is hidden under a red veil that is connected to a pair of curling horns that spiral upwards. He walks on a cane, the silvery and black wood tapping against the floor. His gloved hands clasp a paper in hand, writing indistinguishable.
A Fae walks in behind him, clad in a dress of living plants, with flowers like Angel's Trumpet and other such blossoms, as well as the small bud-like blossoms of the Gympie-Gympie tree.
"Hello, there! Who might you be...?"
"Thorne." He tilts his head down to look down at them "I am a magus."
"Oh. That's... interesting. Why are you here...?"
"Well, originally, I came here to buy some things. I already purchased what I came for besides one thing, a human." He explained.
"Ah. You seek a human...? And you say you could not find it anywhere else...? Well, if you truly are of dire need, perhaps I could... no... no, I must not share secrets of such importance..."
"I am not plucking one off the streets. I need one from here specifically. It fits my calculations the best." He explains. "A place infused with the very essence of magic, soaked with the weave."
"... You seem... trustworthy. Perhaps... Come with me."
The Fae expects no answer, simply turns around and starts walking.
Thorne follows after, his cane tapping against the floor.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
A mage is in the auction center. He is tall, dressed in a white blouse, a black and red checkered vest, a long gold and black duster cloak, a pair of nice dress pants, and a beautiful pair of shiny black loafers. His face is hidden under a red veil that is connected to a pair of curling horns that spiral upwards. He walks on a cane, the silvery and black wood tapping against the floor. His gloved hands clasp a paper in hand, writing indistinguishable.
a humanoid figure, masiculine, with a bit of a beer gut, made entierly of ravens, wearing a snow-white suit walks/flies toward him, adjusting their cuffs. "forgive us if we dont shake your hand"
"I wouldn't want to anyways." "A low British voice comes out from under the veil "Lovely body you have, do they all eat or is it more of a symbiotic situation?"
"its... complicated. we don't need food as you understand it. we eat, but not for food. we are Sulagh. The Raven Man. yourself?"
"I am Thorne, an magus and alchemist" they nod, lofting the veil. A canine skull stares back at Sulagh, tiny pinpricks of red light for eyes.
"interested in anything in particular?" they spread their arms wide
"More so disappointed. I have purchased everything I have came here for but one thing I was hoping they would have." He sighs, rolling his shoulders in a bit of annoyance.
"what would that be?" the group of ravens forming their head flutters off their shoulders, hovering on your shoulder
"A human. You see, humans are quite powerful. I have a theory that I might be able to bend the weave itself and allow a plain human to harness magic."
they laugh. its unpleasant, hearing so many ravens try and mimic human laughter. so many different, discordant tones, from deep belly laughs to childlike giggles "a human? using magic? perposterous! prey tell, how will you manage that?"
*not a typo, that's on puropose*
"Quite easy. A guiding hand, allow them to soak up the residual magic from around them and then learn to expell it." He explains, waving a hand, a load of paperwork appearing in hand "My research has been extensive."
"fascinating. we... may be able to procure one for you. in exchange for something..."
"And what would that be?" They tilt their head "No blood, no bone, no soul. I don't make deals unless I look over the contract itself."
"no, no, none of that! you need permits for that!" they chuckle, or at least attempt to. "we want something you will regret giving us"
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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...!
A mage is in the auction center. He is tall, dressed in a white blouse, a black and red checkered vest, a long gold and black duster cloak, a pair of nice dress pants, and a beautiful pair of shiny black loafers. His face is hidden under a red veil that is connected to a pair of curling horns that spiral upwards. He walks on a cane, the silvery and black wood tapping against the floor. His gloved hands clasp a paper in hand, writing indistinguishable.
a humanoid figure, masiculine, with a bit of a beer gut, made entierly of ravens, wearing a snow-white suit walks/flies toward him, adjusting their cuffs. "forgive us if we dont shake your hand"
"I wouldn't want to anyways." "A low British voice comes out from under the veil "Lovely body you have, do they all eat or is it more of a symbiotic situation?"
"its... complicated. we don't need food as you understand it. we eat, but not for food. we are Sulagh. The Raven Man. yourself?"
"I am Thorne, an magus and alchemist" they nod, lofting the veil. A canine skull stares back at Sulagh, tiny pinpricks of red light for eyes.
"interested in anything in particular?" they spread their arms wide
"More so disappointed. I have purchased everything I have came here for but one thing I was hoping they would have." He sighs, rolling his shoulders in a bit of annoyance.
"what would that be?" the group of ravens forming their head flutters off their shoulders, hovering on your shoulder
"A human. You see, humans are quite powerful. I have a theory that I might be able to bend the weave itself and allow a plain human to harness magic."
they laugh. its unpleasant, hearing so many ravens try and mimic human laughter. so many different, discordant tones, from deep belly laughs to childlike giggles "a human? using magic? perposterous! prey tell, how will you manage that?"
*not a typo, that's on puropose*
"Quite easy. A guiding hand, allow them to soak up the residual magic from around them and then learn to expell it." He explains, waving a hand, a load of paperwork appearing in hand "My research has been extensive."
"fascinating. we... may be able to procure one for you. in exchange for something..."
"And what would that be?" They tilt their head "No blood, no bone, no soul. I don't make deals unless I look over the contract itself."
"no, no, none of that! you need permits for that!" they chuckle, or at least attempt to. "we want something you will regret giving us"
A light huff of laughter comes from the skull "Ah, a fey deal.."
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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"interested in anything in particular?" they spread their arms wide
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
"More so disappointed. I have purchased everything I have came here for but one thing I was hoping they would have." He sighs, rolling his shoulders in a bit of annoyance.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A Fae walks in behind him, clad in a dress of living plants, with flowers like Angel's Trumpet and other such blossoms, as well as the small bud-like blossoms of the Gympie-Gympie tree.
"Hello, there! Who might you be...?"
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
"what would that be?" the group of ravens forming their head flutters off their shoulders, hovering on your shoulder
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
"Curious. It's possible that they were all bought up before you got here. Or maybe you weren't looking in the right place." He shrugs. "It bothers me, you know? The lack of empathy."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Thorne." He tilts his head down to look down at them "I am a magus."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"A human. You see, humans are quite powerful. I have a theory that I might be able to bend the weave itself and allow a plain human to harness magic."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Oh. That's... interesting. Why are you here...?"
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
"Lack of empathy? What do you mean? That word has to do with emotions correct?"
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
they laugh. its unpleasant, hearing so many ravens try and mimic human laughter. so many different, discordant tones, from deep belly laughs to childlike giggles "a human? using magic? perposterous! prey tell, how will you manage that?"
*not a typo, that's on puropose*
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
"Well, originally, I came here to buy some things. I already purchased what I came for besides one thing, a human." He explained.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Ah. You seek a human...? And you say you could not find it anywhere else...? Well, if you truly are of dire need, perhaps I could... no... no, I must not share secrets of such importance..."
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
"Quite easy. A guiding hand, allow them to soak up the residual magic from around them and then learn to expell it." He explains, waving a hand, a load of paperwork appearing in hand "My research has been extensive."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I am not plucking one off the streets. I need one from here specifically. It fits my calculations the best." He explains. "A place infused with the very essence of magic, soaked with the weave."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"fascinating. we... may be able to procure one for you. in exchange for something..."
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
"... You seem... trustworthy. Perhaps... Come with me."
The Fae expects no answer, simply turns around and starts walking.
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
"And what would that be?" They tilt their head "No blood, no bone, no soul. I don't make deals unless I look over the contract itself."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Thorne follows after, his cane tapping against the floor.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"no, no, none of that! you need permits for that!" they chuckle, or at least attempt to. "we want something you will regret giving us"
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
A light huff of laughter comes from the skull "Ah, a fey deal.."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]