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.
The Fae walks towards a tree, before tracing a doorway into the wood with a nail. The Fae grasps the bark of the tree and opens it, transporting the two of them into a dusty and old, yet still grand, room, lined floor to ceiling with tomes and scrolls, along with various other magical oddities.
The Fae sighs, "Ah... It's been a while since I've been here... I guess there'll be cleaning up that needs to be done... But don't mind the mess. It can't hurt you yet." The Fae walks towards a small side door.
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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 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.
The Fae walks towards a tree, before tracing a doorway into the wood with a nail. The Fae grasps the bark of the tree and opens it, transporting the two of them into a dusty and old, yet still grand, room, lined floor to ceiling with tomes and scrolls, along with various other magical oddities.
The Fae sighs, "Ah... It's been a while since I've been here... I guess there'll be cleaning up that needs to be done... But don't mind the mess. It can't hurt you yet." The Fae walks towards a small side door.
"I don't think I can be hurt sadly, so I suppose it's no worry." He explains, huffing out a bit of laughter.
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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"
A light huff of laughter comes from the skull "Ah, a fey deal.."
"what did you expect?" they gesture at themselves
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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.."
"what did you expect?" they gesture at themselves
"Capitalism." He shrugged "A regret hm? And what would that be?"
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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."
Sundew is looking at different stalls near the storerooms. Is that a sun tattoo on her arm, or are you seeing things?
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
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.
The Fae walks towards a tree, before tracing a doorway into the wood with a nail. The Fae grasps the bark of the tree and opens it, transporting the two of them into a dusty and old, yet still grand, room, lined floor to ceiling with tomes and scrolls, along with various other magical oddities.
The Fae sighs, "Ah... It's been a while since I've been here... I guess there'll be cleaning up that needs to be done... But don't mind the mess. It can't hurt you yet." The Fae walks towards a small side door.
"I don't think I can be hurt sadly, so I suppose it's no worry." He explains, huffing out a bit of laughter.
"Oh really...? Even better... Anyways."
Through the door is a hall of holding cells.
"Now. In here are all manner of beasts, magical and non-magical. The Spirits should have kept the things in stasis while I was gone, but they should be waking up now." As if one cue, a low growl reverberates across the stone bricks.
"Now, at the end of the hall, there will be a holding cell marked 'Inhabitant 777'. Open the gate. There will be a human in there. If there isn't, come back into the main hall and wait for me. I will be cleaning up, and once I am done, I shall fetch the human from Deep Storage."
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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."
"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.."
"what did you expect?" they gesture at themselves
"Capitalism." He shrugged "A regret hm? And what would that be?"
"depends on the person. just something you would regret giving to us. the more you regret it, the more valuable it its. to us, that is. a gift from a sweetheart, your happiest memory, the taste of your favorite food, your right index finger. something you don't want to give anyone"
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.
Thorne follows after, his cane tapping against the floor.
The Fae walks towards a tree, before tracing a doorway into the wood with a nail. The Fae grasps the bark of the tree and opens it, transporting the two of them into a dusty and old, yet still grand, room, lined floor to ceiling with tomes and scrolls, along with various other magical oddities.
The Fae sighs, "Ah... It's been a while since I've been here... I guess there'll be cleaning up that needs to be done... But don't mind the mess. It can't hurt you yet." The Fae walks towards a small side door.
"I don't think I can be hurt sadly, so I suppose it's no worry." He explains, huffing out a bit of laughter.
"Oh really...? Even better... Anyways."
Through the door is a hall of holding cells.
"Now. In here are all manner of beasts, magical and non-magical. The Spirits should have kept the things in stasis while I was gone, but they should be waking up now." As if one cue, a low growl reverberates across the stone bricks.
"Now, at the end of the hall, there will be a holding cell marked 'Inhabitant 777'. Open the gate. There will be a human in there. If there isn't, come back into the main hall and wait for me. I will be cleaning up, and once I am done, I shall fetch the human from Deep Storage."
Thorne lifts his veil from his face, revealing a canine-esque skull with hollow empty eye sockets that are evoid except for tiny pinpricks of red light. "Perfect. This place is saturated 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..."
"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.."
"what did you expect?" they gesture at themselves
"Capitalism." He shrugged "A regret hm? And what would that be?"
"depends on the person. just something you would regret giving to us. the more you regret it, the more valuable it its. to us, that is"
"I feel I cannot give you anything. I rarely care for things around me I suppose... Everything can be replaced and I don't think my life counts sadly."
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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.
The Fae walks towards a tree, before tracing a doorway into the wood with a nail. The Fae grasps the bark of the tree and opens it, transporting the two of them into a dusty and old, yet still grand, room, lined floor to ceiling with tomes and scrolls, along with various other magical oddities.
The Fae sighs, "Ah... It's been a while since I've been here... I guess there'll be cleaning up that needs to be done... But don't mind the mess. It can't hurt you yet." The Fae walks towards a small side door.
"I don't think I can be hurt sadly, so I suppose it's no worry." He explains, huffing out a bit of laughter.
"Oh really...? Even better... Anyways."
Through the door is a hall of holding cells.
"Now. In here are all manner of beasts, magical and non-magical. The Spirits should have kept the things in stasis while I was gone, but they should be waking up now." As if one cue, a low growl reverberates across the stone bricks.
"Now, at the end of the hall, there will be a holding cell marked 'Inhabitant 777'. Open the gate. There will be a human in there. If there isn't, come back into the main hall and wait for me. I will be cleaning up, and once I am done, I shall fetch the human from Deep Storage."
Thorne lifts his veil from his face, revealing a canine-esque skull with hollow empty eye sockets that are evoid except for tiny pinpricks of red light. "Perfect. This place is saturated with the weave."
"Why yes it is... Now, run along. Go and find that human."
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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 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.
The Fae walks towards a tree, before tracing a doorway into the wood with a nail. The Fae grasps the bark of the tree and opens it, transporting the two of them into a dusty and old, yet still grand, room, lined floor to ceiling with tomes and scrolls, along with various other magical oddities.
The Fae sighs, "Ah... It's been a while since I've been here... I guess there'll be cleaning up that needs to be done... But don't mind the mess. It can't hurt you yet." The Fae walks towards a small side door.
"I don't think I can be hurt sadly, so I suppose it's no worry." He explains, huffing out a bit of laughter.
"Oh really...? Even better... Anyways."
Through the door is a hall of holding cells.
"Now. In here are all manner of beasts, magical and non-magical. The Spirits should have kept the things in stasis while I was gone, but they should be waking up now." As if one cue, a low growl reverberates across the stone bricks.
"Now, at the end of the hall, there will be a holding cell marked 'Inhabitant 777'. Open the gate. There will be a human in there. If there isn't, come back into the main hall and wait for me. I will be cleaning up, and once I am done, I shall fetch the human from Deep Storage."
Thorne lifts his veil from his face, revealing a canine-esque skull with hollow empty eye sockets that are evoid except for tiny pinpricks of red light. "Perfect. This place is saturated with the weave."
"Why yes it is... Now, run along. Go and find that human."
"Forgive me if I don't trust you, please bring them to me." He said, the vane disappearing as he folded his hands in front of himself.
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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"
A light huff of laughter comes from the skull "Ah, a fey deal.."
"what did you expect?" they gesture at themselves
"Capitalism." He shrugged "A regret hm? And what would that be?"
"depends on the person. just something you would regret giving to us. the more you regret it, the more valuable it its. to us, that is"
"I feel I cannot give you anything. I rarely care for things around me I suppose... Everything can be replaced and I don't think my life counts sadly."
"we also accept memories and sensations you would 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...!
"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?"
"I believe that's sympathy, feeling another being's emotions. Empathy, whether correct or not, is used to mean 'the aspect of an intelligent being that allows it to truly express and feel kindness' in this specific case." He finishes a bowl of noodles. "A lack of empathy is eating a banquet in front of a starving child. It's treating a person like an animal, like a sub-person creature."
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.
The Fae walks towards a tree, before tracing a doorway into the wood with a nail. The Fae grasps the bark of the tree and opens it, transporting the two of them into a dusty and old, yet still grand, room, lined floor to ceiling with tomes and scrolls, along with various other magical oddities.
The Fae sighs, "Ah... It's been a while since I've been here... I guess there'll be cleaning up that needs to be done... But don't mind the mess. It can't hurt you yet." The Fae walks towards a small side door.
"I don't think I can be hurt sadly, so I suppose it's no worry." He explains, huffing out a bit of laughter.
"Oh really...? Even better... Anyways."
Through the door is a hall of holding cells.
"Now. In here are all manner of beasts, magical and non-magical. The Spirits should have kept the things in stasis while I was gone, but they should be waking up now." As if one cue, a low growl reverberates across the stone bricks.
"Now, at the end of the hall, there will be a holding cell marked 'Inhabitant 777'. Open the gate. There will be a human in there. If there isn't, come back into the main hall and wait for me. I will be cleaning up, and once I am done, I shall fetch the human from Deep Storage."
Thorne lifts his veil from his face, revealing a canine-esque skull with hollow empty eye sockets that are evoid except for tiny pinpricks of red light. "Perfect. This place is saturated with the weave."
"Why yes it is... Now, run along. Go and find that human."
"Forgive me if I don't trust you, please bring them to me." He said, the vane disappearing as he folded his hands in front of himself.
"Bah. Fine. Come with me."
The Fae walks forwards, footsteps echoing across the stone walls. The Fae's skin glows slightly, staving off the darkness of the hallway.
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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."
"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.."
"what did you expect?" they gesture at themselves
"Capitalism." He shrugged "A regret hm? And what would that be?"
"depends on the person. just something you would regret giving to us. the more you regret it, the more valuable it its. to us, that is"
"I feel I cannot give you anything. I rarely care for things around me I suppose... Everything can be replaced and I don't think my life counts sadly."
"we also accept memories and sensations you would regret giving us"
He thinks for a moment, the tiny pinpricks of light disappearing as if he closed his eyes. "The memory of my mentor. Lady Rashad, the one who taught me how to feel emotions and such." He offers "I ate her alive. I regret it, I regret giving into my hunger. But I would never not live without that memory, it reminds me to become better."
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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."
"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?"
"I believe that's sympathy, feeling another being's emotions. Empathy, whether correct or not, is used to mean 'the aspect of an intelligent being that allows it to truly express and feel kindness' in this specific case." He finishes a bowl of noodles. "A lack of empathy is eating a banquet in front of a starving child. It's treating a person like an animal, like a sub-person creature."
"Hm, I saw it more as liberating a confined creature." They explain
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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.
The Fae walks towards a tree, before tracing a doorway into the wood with a nail. The Fae grasps the bark of the tree and opens it, transporting the two of them into a dusty and old, yet still grand, room, lined floor to ceiling with tomes and scrolls, along with various other magical oddities.
The Fae sighs, "Ah... It's been a while since I've been here... I guess there'll be cleaning up that needs to be done... But don't mind the mess. It can't hurt you yet." The Fae walks towards a small side door.
"I don't think I can be hurt sadly, so I suppose it's no worry." He explains, huffing out a bit of laughter.
"Oh really...? Even better... Anyways."
Through the door is a hall of holding cells.
"Now. In here are all manner of beasts, magical and non-magical. The Spirits should have kept the things in stasis while I was gone, but they should be waking up now." As if one cue, a low growl reverberates across the stone bricks.
"Now, at the end of the hall, there will be a holding cell marked 'Inhabitant 777'. Open the gate. There will be a human in there. If there isn't, come back into the main hall and wait for me. I will be cleaning up, and once I am done, I shall fetch the human from Deep Storage."
Thorne lifts his veil from his face, revealing a canine-esque skull with hollow empty eye sockets that are evoid except for tiny pinpricks of red light. "Perfect. This place is saturated with the weave."
"Why yes it is... Now, run along. Go and find that human."
"Forgive me if I don't trust you, please bring them to me." He said, the vane disappearing as he folded his hands in front of himself.
"Bah. Fine. Come with me."
The Fae walks forwards, footsteps echoing across the stone walls. The Fae's skin glows slightly, staving off the darkness of the hallway.
Thorne follows after, waving a hand as a beautiful glowing white butterfly's forms, giving off soft light.
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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"
A light huff of laughter comes from the skull "Ah, a fey deal.."
"what did you expect?" they gesture at themselves
"Capitalism." He shrugged "A regret hm? And what would that be?"
"depends on the person. just something you would regret giving to us. the more you regret it, the more valuable it its. to us, that is"
"I feel I cannot give you anything. I rarely care for things around me I suppose... Everything can be replaced and I don't think my life counts sadly."
"we also accept memories and sensations you would regret giving us"
He thinks for a moment, the tiny pinpricks of light disappearing as if he closed his eyes. "The memory of my mentor. Lady Rashad, the one who taught me how to feel emotions and such." He offers "I ate her alive. I regret it, I regret giving into my hunger. But I would never not live without that memory, it reminds me to become better."
"we'll take it!"
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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.."
"what did you expect?" they gesture at themselves
"Capitalism." He shrugged "A regret hm? And what would that be?"
"depends on the person. just something you would regret giving to us. the more you regret it, the more valuable it its. to us, that is"
"I feel I cannot give you anything. I rarely care for things around me I suppose... Everything can be replaced and I don't think my life counts sadly."
"we also accept memories and sensations you would regret giving us"
He thinks for a moment, the tiny pinpricks of light disappearing as if he closed his eyes. "The memory of my mentor. Lady Rashad, the one who taught me how to feel emotions and such." He offers "I ate her alive. I regret it, I regret giving into my hunger. But I would never not live without that memory, it reminds me to become better."
"we'll take it!"
He nods and physically plucks the memory from his mind, tilting his head "There."
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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."
"I believe that's sympathy, feeling another being's emotions. Empathy, whether correct or not, is used to mean 'the aspect of an intelligent being that allows it to truly express and feel kindness' in this specific case." He finishes a bowl of noodles. "A lack of empathy is eating a banquet in front of a starving child. It's treating a person like an animal, like a sub-person creature."
"Hm, I saw it more as liberating a confined creature." They explain
"They shouldn't be confined in the first place. On sale..." He wrinkles his pink little nose. "...It disgusts me. I doubt any of these archfey would tolerate it if they were trapped like that."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
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The Fae walks towards a tree, before tracing a doorway into the wood with a nail. The Fae grasps the bark of the tree and opens it, transporting the two of them into a dusty and old, yet still grand, room, lined floor to ceiling with tomes and scrolls, along with various other magical oddities.
The Fae sighs, "Ah... It's been a while since I've been here... I guess there'll be cleaning up that needs to be done... But don't mind the mess. It can't hurt you yet." The Fae walks towards a small side door.
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
"I don't think I can be hurt sadly, so I suppose it's no worry." He explains, huffing out a bit of laughter.
"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]
"what did you expect?" they gesture at themselves
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
"Capitalism." He shrugged "A regret hm? And what would that be?"
"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]
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!)
I'd rather be gaming.
"Oh really...? Even better... Anyways."
Through the door is a hall of holding cells.
"Now. In here are all manner of beasts, magical and non-magical. The Spirits should have kept the things in stasis while I was gone, but they should be waking up now." As if one cue, a low growl reverberates across the stone bricks.
"Now, at the end of the hall, there will be a holding cell marked 'Inhabitant 777'. Open the gate. There will be a human in there. If there isn't, come back into the main hall and wait for me. I will be cleaning up, and once I am done, I shall fetch the human from Deep Storage."
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
"depends on the person. just something you would regret giving to us. the more you regret it, the more valuable it its. to us, that is. a gift from a sweetheart, your happiest memory, the taste of your favorite food, your right index finger. something you don't want to give anyone"
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
Thorne lifts his veil from his face, revealing a canine-esque skull with hollow empty eye sockets that are evoid except for tiny pinpricks of red light. "Perfect. This place is saturated 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]
"I feel I cannot give you anything. I rarely care for things around me I suppose... Everything can be replaced and I don't think my life counts sadly."
"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]
"Why yes it is... Now, run along. Go and find that human."
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
"Forgive me if I don't trust you, please bring them to me." He said, the vane disappearing as he folded his hands in front of himself.
"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]
"we also accept memories and sensations you would 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
"I believe that's sympathy, feeling another being's emotions. Empathy, whether correct or not, is used to mean 'the aspect of an intelligent being that allows it to truly express and feel kindness' in this specific case." He finishes a bowl of noodles. "A lack of empathy is eating a banquet in front of a starving child. It's treating a person like an animal, like a sub-person creature."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
"Bah. Fine. Come with me."
The Fae walks forwards, footsteps echoing across the stone walls. The Fae's skin glows slightly, staving off the darkness of the hallway.
Hello! This is the Alt account of Gonzalo2, which I made because I want more than six characters without having to pay for it.
He thinks for a moment, the tiny pinpricks of light disappearing as if he closed his eyes. "The memory of my mentor. Lady Rashad, the one who taught me how to feel emotions and such." He offers "I ate her alive. I regret it, I regret giving into my hunger. But I would never not live without that memory, it reminds me to become better."
"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]
"Hm, I saw it more as liberating a confined creature." They explain
"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, waving a hand as a beautiful glowing white butterfly's forms, giving off soft light.
"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]
"we'll take it!"
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 nods and physically plucks the memory from his mind, tilting his head "There."
"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 shouldn't be confined in the first place. On sale..." He wrinkles his pink little nose. "...It disgusts me. I doubt any of these archfey would tolerate it if they were trapped like that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!