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@baldwin-the-protector
Welcome to the blog of Baldwin the protector, my OC, originally a Watcher Knight named George, he's now been promoted to great knight and is using his real name.
#guards talking = original posts.
#guards interacts = interacting with other blogs.
#guards answering = answering asks.
#ooc = out of character/mod is talking.
#guards duty = posts about Baldwin's duty to the Watcher and the King
Oh?
I wasn't told we were having visitors.
@baldwin-the-protector
"Hello there, round bug. I am Queen Vespa of the Hive, no mere visitor. I am making trade, which is why I'm here."
Queen Vespa only looks at him for a moment. In front of her were a box of hivesteel weapons, which she found more important than some random fat bug.
Well, i'm Baldwin.
Protector of the watcher and the king, and semi-recent great knight.
I'm pleased to meet you.
"Another Great Knight? I thought you were all dead. Though, I'll admit I haven't kept up. Congratulations on your position. I hope you'll live longer than the others managed to."
Well actually, almost the rest are still alive.
Thank you, and i also hope i survive for a long time to serve my kingdom and help my friends.
Queen Vespa nods. There was little that could surprise her now that even the White Lady was out and about.
"Hopefully I may serve my Hive as well. We're not doing good. We have no food, which is what I'm trading for. Or geo to buy food."
Well, i like helping others out, even if it's towards other kingdoms.
So here.
Baldwin tosses a bag of geo at them
You and your children needs it more than i do.
Vespa chuckles and gives him a smile.
"This is a cute gift, soldier. It will likely feed us present here today."
She bows down and picks up a nice bottle of honey, then hands it to him. Some of the bees look as she approached in case he was dangerous.
"Trading, remember?"
Baldwin takes the bottle
Thanks, i don't really eat this so often.
Well, i have to leave, it was nice meeting you.
Oh?
I wasn't told we were having visitors.
@baldwin-the-protector
"Hello there, round bug. I am Queen Vespa of the Hive, no mere visitor. I am making trade, which is why I'm here."
Queen Vespa only looks at him for a moment. In front of her were a box of hivesteel weapons, which she found more important than some random fat bug.
Well, i'm Baldwin.
Protector of the watcher and the king, and semi-recent great knight.
I'm pleased to meet you.
"Another Great Knight? I thought you were all dead. Though, I'll admit I haven't kept up. Congratulations on your position. I hope you'll live longer than the others managed to."
Well actually, almost the rest are still alive.
Thank you, and i also hope i survive for a long time to serve my kingdom and help my friends.
Queen Vespa nods. There was little that could surprise her now that even the White Lady was out and about.
"Hopefully I may serve my Hive as well. We're not doing good. We have no food, which is what I'm trading for. Or geo to buy food."
Well, i like helping others out, even if it's towards other kingdoms.
So here.
Baldwin tosses a bag of geo at them
You and your children needs it more than i do.
Oh?
I wasn't told we were having visitors.
@baldwin-the-protector
"Hello there, round bug. I am Queen Vespa of the Hive, no mere visitor. I am making trade, which is why I'm here."
Queen Vespa only looks at him for a moment. In front of her were a box of hivesteel weapons, which she found more important than some random fat bug.
Well, i'm Baldwin.
Protector of the watcher and the king, and semi-recent great knight.
I'm pleased to meet you.
"Another Great Knight? I thought you were all dead. Though, I'll admit I haven't kept up. Congratulations on your position. I hope you'll live longer than the others managed to."
Well actually, almost the rest are still alive.
Thank you, and i also hope i survive for a long time to serve my kingdom and help my friends.
Oh?
I wasn't told we were having visitors.
@baldwin-the-protector
"Hello there, round bug. I am Queen Vespa of the Hive, no mere visitor. I am making trade, which is why I'm here."
Queen Vespa only looks at him for a moment. In front of her were a box of hivesteel weapons, which she found more important than some random fat bug.
Well, i'm Baldwin.
Protector of the watcher and the king, and semi-recent great knight.
I'm pleased to meet you.
*Lurien hands the stag a rather large tip on top of the fine for the trouble, stumbling his way out of the station and into the dead empty streets of Dirtmouth. it... has been a while since he was last here. the memories aren't exactly pleasent but, it was one of the last times he had held Strelitzia, alive and... not exactly well. over the squat buildings he can see it; one of the smaller houses, backed away from the road, private and safe from prying eyes, the place where he had sat there, black fingers laced with ones of white, and had listened to His Beloved gently tell him that his life was coming to an end
and Lurien had rejected that fate. has rejected it so hard he had went to war. had rejected it so hard that even when it claimed Strelitzia in full he had fought back, had delved into that darkness and ripped him back. and here he is now, continuing to spit in the face of that vision of death, putting him back together piece by painful piece
yeah. fuck destiny. fuck fate. fuck luck. the only reality Lurien believes in is the one he shapes with his own two hands
he tears his vision away from the town, finding the well and gracelessly descending into the caverns below
the tunnels are old, familiar, he used to sneak out across the lake when he was younger to play with the kids of the mining village or see how far he could run until he'd get scared. he never got very far but, luckily, older, hopefully wiser, there is little here to fear. the temple isn't far
strange though. the last time he was here the windows had been dark, empty. now however... they glow a sickening orange*
You have got to be kidding me.
*...something has changed, he can feel it, in the air, in the ground, a pressure, a... an absence. the doors, they're open. the great lock has been broken. the seals dispelled. the Dreamers... did they... fail him? no. no no, they wouldn't have, couldn't have, but he can no longer feel them, binding him tight, holding him still, chaining him
and yet, again, something has changed. as if one world lays gently atop another, a thin veneer overlayed on top of what he knows as reality, a falsehood hiding an ugly twisted truth. its wrong, its all wrong, disjointed, angled, sharp, pushed up against him, rotting from within
something has changed
footsteps, even and echoing through the dark, a presence, a being, something that approaches
he drags himself up from the ground with great effort, feeble body swaying back and forth, and, as if a puppet on strings, he jerks into a defensive stance, awaiting the first attack, awaiting an... ending*
*Lurien enters the temple. alone. his footsteps his only company in the dark as each inch he creeps forth through the pregnant silence brings forth blazing white seals to spiderweb outwards from under his feet. this is what he came for, right, this was his goal? although, well, it would be nice if he knew the purpose of these ones. maybe they're just a precaution, something Strelitzia put in place 'just in case'?
Monomon would have known. but, well, he should really check the actual inner vault where the Hollow Knight was held, and judging from the sickening sweet stink and distant glow of orange that room is no longer empty. but, well, he knew, didn't he? he knew
his hand grips at his robes where the charm of his and Strelitzia's union sits in silence
the Nightmare Wyrm was speaking truth after all, at least about this. how much can he trust that entity though? how much can he trust himself? his head swims, his mouth tastes bitter again, he comes dangerously close to vomiting on the floor once more but holds himself together as he strides forth into the light
the room is badly damaged. perhaps from the fight between Holly and their sibling, but, as he thought, it is no longer abandoned and empty
a twisted thing stands there, waiting for him, watching him, bracing itself for attack and Lurien he just... he stumbles
from shock
from horror
from disgust
he cannot possibly say. but he stumbles, trips, falls and cries out as he lands on something pointy and hard. and that is enough to draw unwanted attention*
[Hollow King health 3/3]
[Hollow King rolls 16 to attack]
*he dashes in, quicker than his broken form might suggest he can move, no nail in hand but claws extended all the same, like little more than a feral beast. he howls out with a distorted pains voice, slashing this way and that, trying to catch flesh, trying to tear shell, trying to do whatever he can to end the life before him*
[Lurien rolls a 20 to attack]
[Lurien health 3/3]
*damn it all why didn't he bring his pin?! Lurien rolls out of the way, dodging and weaving through the sloppy attacks His Belov—no. no this isn't Strelitzia. not his one at least. no. this is just some sad ending that suffered, just another Fragment he needs to collect. void below, what a monster he has become...
his hands reach for a piece of sharp shredding metal, and he stabs forwards, wincing when it slices clean through shell that should be as hard as steel. he takes a deep shaking breath in*
Sorry.
[Hollow King health 2/3]
[Hollow King rolls 13 to attack]
*if he feels pain he does not show it. the sharp piece of debris sticks out of his abdomen at a strange and awkward angle, orange oozing out around it, spilling down his front in thick globs. absently, he pokes at it before screeching, spit and infection flying into the air before he charges, head lowered as if to spear, as if to impale*
[Lurien rolls 17 to attack]
[Lurien health 3/3]
Oh damn—
*he leaps out of the way just in time, narrowly avoiding a messy end at the tips of that pronged crown. Lurien winces when he sees the king collide with the wall with a wet slap but, he can't rest for long before the broken thing is upon him again, maw trying to bite, claws trying to rend
he doesn't want to use his magic here however, he may not have a choice... a loose rock is tossed with all his might and, to his surprise, it connects right to the king's face with a loud crack*
[Hollow King health 1/3]
[Hollow King rolls 19 to attack]
*he stands for a moment. still. frightening. before a single white hand plunges into his wounded body, digs through the infection and void twisting in his insides and pulls out, pristine as ever, blinding white in the gloom, a perfect nail of soul
his wings flutter but just aren't strong enough to lift him from the ground. no matter, he's quick, he's still deadly even in this state, and even if the one before him resembles one of his Dreamers that sleep in service eternal, it matters not
this will end on his terms*
[Lurien rolls 20 to attack]
[Lurien health 3/3]
*no. this ends on his terms
he had hoped to not have to come to this, but the situation just took a turn and... and he can't bare to see him like this. he just can't
it hurts. it's horrible. it makes him want to cry and scream and throw up on the ground all at once. it makes him just want to go home and tell himself that it's worth it, that this is worth it all, that Strelitzia is waiting for him, that this'll make him better
the Hollow King lunges at him... and Lurien calls forth the power of the light still lingering within him with a blast of gold. it burns through his body, pulls at him in ways it has not done before, leaves him a breathless mess but the screams—by the stars above the screams!—are sign enough that this is over...*
[Hollow King health 0/3]
*it burns. but. it is bliss. complete and utter bliss
eventually the light that assaults him slowly dims before vanishing entirely, his battered body dropping to the floor in a heap with a soft thud. his breaths come sharp, short, heavy, painful... ha. haha... it hurts
it hurts
it hurts it hurts it hurts
and then, it doesn't. quite suddenly. it doesn't. it's numb, cold, like slipping into a deep cold sleep, his empty eyes gaze upwards towards the attacker for just a moment, a moment shared between only them both. a small laugh, bitter but accepting finds its way out of him despite it all*
t...hank.... you...
*and then... he's gone*
*Lurien sits down on the ground next to where the king had been mere moments ago. he won, he did what he needed to do, he collected this Fragment, ended him so that he could restore his Strelitzia, in the end everything has worked out just fine, as it should do
so why does he feel so bad?
why does he feel so wrong for doing it?
he had been suffering! a body like that, a fate like that, how could he allow that to continue even without his own motives?! still... Lurien just doesn't feel good about it, his head resting in his hands, a thick wave of tears spilling from his eyes
it's better like this, right?
it's better like this
still
he's getting real sick of having to kill him over and over
there's not much more of this he can take...*
I need a break...
Baldwin rolls towards Lurien.
...
Baldwin approaches him and hugs him.
Don't... I don't want any pity... I just... want to go back home.
*Lurien lightly pushes at him, trying to get away but there isn't much heat behind it or strength for that matter nor does he move to actually stand. he just kind sits there, contemplating what he's done and if this is truly the right path to follow. he cannot go back but... should he continue forwards?
what if...
...
what if Strelitzia doesn't want to come back...?*
...
What are your thoughts?
*Lurien does shove himself away this time, roughly, his wings flaring out and a rumble of displeasure in his voice*
Do you really think I want to talk about that right now?! In here?! Are you being serious?!
*he softens, sighing, wilting under the weight of his own emotions. this has been a very very long day and he just wants to go home, get in bed next to Strelitzia and sleep for a very long time. he just wants everything to be better, to be less... chaotic*
...sorry. It isn't your fault. My head hurts. My whole body hurts. I just want him back. I'm tired. I need a bath. And I want to go to bed. I'm kinda... done here...
...damnit I've not even looked around for things that could help us kill or contain the Old Light.
I'm a failure.
In my family, hugs were offered to comfort people.
It was a sign that somebody cares about you.
That they are there for you, even in your darkest hour.
And if they lash back, you don't take it personally.
I care for you.
I'm here for you.
And not just because your my boss.
It's because you are my friend.
Now...
A proper hug
Baldwin opens his arms up, offering to give Lurien a hug.
...I'm not a child. But fine.
*Lurien goes in for the hug, it's more awkward than comforting and he doesn't really feel much better. after a while he lets go with a cough, pulling himself off the floor a short while later*
I want to go home. C'mon. We'll walk. Can't take the stag since I eugh, vomited in the saddle.
Alright...
(Sometimes he acts like one)
Let's go home.
*Lurien hands the stag a rather large tip on top of the fine for the trouble, stumbling his way out of the station and into the dead empty streets of Dirtmouth. it... has been a while since he was last here. the memories aren't exactly pleasent but, it was one of the last times he had held Strelitzia, alive and... not exactly well. over the squat buildings he can see it; one of the smaller houses, backed away from the road, private and safe from prying eyes, the place where he had sat there, black fingers laced with ones of white, and had listened to His Beloved gently tell him that his life was coming to an end
and Lurien had rejected that fate. has rejected it so hard he had went to war. had rejected it so hard that even when it claimed Strelitzia in full he had fought back, had delved into that darkness and ripped him back. and here he is now, continuing to spit in the face of that vision of death, putting him back together piece by painful piece
yeah. fuck destiny. fuck fate. fuck luck. the only reality Lurien believes in is the one he shapes with his own two hands
he tears his vision away from the town, finding the well and gracelessly descending into the caverns below
the tunnels are old, familiar, he used to sneak out across the lake when he was younger to play with the kids of the mining village or see how far he could run until he'd get scared. he never got very far but, luckily, older, hopefully wiser, there is little here to fear. the temple isn't far
strange though. the last time he was here the windows had been dark, empty. now however... they glow a sickening orange*
You have got to be kidding me.
*...something has changed, he can feel it, in the air, in the ground, a pressure, a... an absence. the doors, they're open. the great lock has been broken. the seals dispelled. the Dreamers... did they... fail him? no. no no, they wouldn't have, couldn't have, but he can no longer feel them, binding him tight, holding him still, chaining him
and yet, again, something has changed. as if one world lays gently atop another, a thin veneer overlayed on top of what he knows as reality, a falsehood hiding an ugly twisted truth. its wrong, its all wrong, disjointed, angled, sharp, pushed up against him, rotting from within
something has changed
footsteps, even and echoing through the dark, a presence, a being, something that approaches
he drags himself up from the ground with great effort, feeble body swaying back and forth, and, as if a puppet on strings, he jerks into a defensive stance, awaiting the first attack, awaiting an... ending*
*Lurien enters the temple. alone. his footsteps his only company in the dark as each inch he creeps forth through the pregnant silence brings forth blazing white seals to spiderweb outwards from under his feet. this is what he came for, right, this was his goal? although, well, it would be nice if he knew the purpose of these ones. maybe they're just a precaution, something Strelitzia put in place 'just in case'?
Monomon would have known. but, well, he should really check the actual inner vault where the Hollow Knight was held, and judging from the sickening sweet stink and distant glow of orange that room is no longer empty. but, well, he knew, didn't he? he knew
his hand grips at his robes where the charm of his and Strelitzia's union sits in silence
the Nightmare Wyrm was speaking truth after all, at least about this. how much can he trust that entity though? how much can he trust himself? his head swims, his mouth tastes bitter again, he comes dangerously close to vomiting on the floor once more but holds himself together as he strides forth into the light
the room is badly damaged. perhaps from the fight between Holly and their sibling, but, as he thought, it is no longer abandoned and empty
a twisted thing stands there, waiting for him, watching him, bracing itself for attack and Lurien he just... he stumbles
from shock
from horror
from disgust
he cannot possibly say. but he stumbles, trips, falls and cries out as he lands on something pointy and hard. and that is enough to draw unwanted attention*
[Hollow King health 3/3]
[Hollow King rolls 16 to attack]
*he dashes in, quicker than his broken form might suggest he can move, no nail in hand but claws extended all the same, like little more than a feral beast. he howls out with a distorted pains voice, slashing this way and that, trying to catch flesh, trying to tear shell, trying to do whatever he can to end the life before him*
[Lurien rolls a 20 to attack]
[Lurien health 3/3]
*damn it all why didn't he bring his pin?! Lurien rolls out of the way, dodging and weaving through the sloppy attacks His Belov—no. no this isn't Strelitzia. not his one at least. no. this is just some sad ending that suffered, just another Fragment he needs to collect. void below, what a monster he has become...
his hands reach for a piece of sharp shredding metal, and he stabs forwards, wincing when it slices clean through shell that should be as hard as steel. he takes a deep shaking breath in*
Sorry.
[Hollow King health 2/3]
[Hollow King rolls 13 to attack]
*if he feels pain he does not show it. the sharp piece of debris sticks out of his abdomen at a strange and awkward angle, orange oozing out around it, spilling down his front in thick globs. absently, he pokes at it before screeching, spit and infection flying into the air before he charges, head lowered as if to spear, as if to impale*
[Lurien rolls 17 to attack]
[Lurien health 3/3]
Oh damn—
*he leaps out of the way just in time, narrowly avoiding a messy end at the tips of that pronged crown. Lurien winces when he sees the king collide with the wall with a wet slap but, he can't rest for long before the broken thing is upon him again, maw trying to bite, claws trying to rend
he doesn't want to use his magic here however, he may not have a choice... a loose rock is tossed with all his might and, to his surprise, it connects right to the king's face with a loud crack*
[Hollow King health 1/3]
[Hollow King rolls 19 to attack]
*he stands for a moment. still. frightening. before a single white hand plunges into his wounded body, digs through the infection and void twisting in his insides and pulls out, pristine as ever, blinding white in the gloom, a perfect nail of soul
his wings flutter but just aren't strong enough to lift him from the ground. no matter, he's quick, he's still deadly even in this state, and even if the one before him resembles one of his Dreamers that sleep in service eternal, it matters not
this will end on his terms*
[Lurien rolls 20 to attack]
[Lurien health 3/3]
*no. this ends on his terms
he had hoped to not have to come to this, but the situation just took a turn and... and he can't bare to see him like this. he just can't
it hurts. it's horrible. it makes him want to cry and scream and throw up on the ground all at once. it makes him just want to go home and tell himself that it's worth it, that this is worth it all, that Strelitzia is waiting for him, that this'll make him better
the Hollow King lunges at him... and Lurien calls forth the power of the light still lingering within him with a blast of gold. it burns through his body, pulls at him in ways it has not done before, leaves him a breathless mess but the screams—by the stars above the screams!—are sign enough that this is over...*
[Hollow King health 0/3]
*it burns. but. it is bliss. complete and utter bliss
eventually the light that assaults him slowly dims before vanishing entirely, his battered body dropping to the floor in a heap with a soft thud. his breaths come sharp, short, heavy, painful... ha. haha... it hurts
it hurts
it hurts it hurts it hurts
and then, it doesn't. quite suddenly. it doesn't. it's numb, cold, like slipping into a deep cold sleep, his empty eyes gaze upwards towards the attacker for just a moment, a moment shared between only them both. a small laugh, bitter but accepting finds its way out of him despite it all*
t...hank.... you...
*and then... he's gone*
*Lurien sits down on the ground next to where the king had been mere moments ago. he won, he did what he needed to do, he collected this Fragment, ended him so that he could restore his Strelitzia, in the end everything has worked out just fine, as it should do
so why does he feel so bad?
why does he feel so wrong for doing it?
he had been suffering! a body like that, a fate like that, how could he allow that to continue even without his own motives?! still... Lurien just doesn't feel good about it, his head resting in his hands, a thick wave of tears spilling from his eyes
it's better like this, right?
it's better like this
still
he's getting real sick of having to kill him over and over
there's not much more of this he can take...*
I need a break...
Baldwin rolls towards Lurien.
...
Baldwin approaches him and hugs him.
Don't... I don't want any pity... I just... want to go back home.
*Lurien lightly pushes at him, trying to get away but there isn't much heat behind it or strength for that matter nor does he move to actually stand. he just kind sits there, contemplating what he's done and if this is truly the right path to follow. he cannot go back but... should he continue forwards?
what if...
...
what if Strelitzia doesn't want to come back...?*
...
What are your thoughts?
*Lurien does shove himself away this time, roughly, his wings flaring out and a rumble of displeasure in his voice*
Do you really think I want to talk about that right now?! In here?! Are you being serious?!
*he softens, sighing, wilting under the weight of his own emotions. this has been a very very long day and he just wants to go home, get in bed next to Strelitzia and sleep for a very long time. he just wants everything to be better, to be less... chaotic*
...sorry. It isn't your fault. My head hurts. My whole body hurts. I just want him back. I'm tired. I need a bath. And I want to go to bed. I'm kinda... done here...
...damnit I've not even looked around for things that could help us kill or contain the Old Light.
I'm a failure.
In my family, hugs were offered to comfort people.
It was a sign that somebody cares about you.
That they are there for you, even in your darkest hour.
And if they lash back, you don't take it personally.
I care for you.
I'm here for you.
And not just because your my boss.
It's because you are my friend.
Now...
A proper hug
Baldwin opens his arms up, offering to give Lurien a hug.
*Lurien hands the stag a rather large tip on top of the fine for the trouble, stumbling his way out of the station and into the dead empty streets of Dirtmouth. it... has been a while since he was last here. the memories aren't exactly pleasent but, it was one of the last times he had held Strelitzia, alive and... not exactly well. over the squat buildings he can see it; one of the smaller houses, backed away from the road, private and safe from prying eyes, the place where he had sat there, black fingers laced with ones of white, and had listened to His Beloved gently tell him that his life was coming to an end
and Lurien had rejected that fate. has rejected it so hard he had went to war. had rejected it so hard that even when it claimed Strelitzia in full he had fought back, had delved into that darkness and ripped him back. and here he is now, continuing to spit in the face of that vision of death, putting him back together piece by painful piece
yeah. fuck destiny. fuck fate. fuck luck. the only reality Lurien believes in is the one he shapes with his own two hands
he tears his vision away from the town, finding the well and gracelessly descending into the caverns below
the tunnels are old, familiar, he used to sneak out across the lake when he was younger to play with the kids of the mining village or see how far he could run until he'd get scared. he never got very far but, luckily, older, hopefully wiser, there is little here to fear. the temple isn't far
strange though. the last time he was here the windows had been dark, empty. now however... they glow a sickening orange*
You have got to be kidding me.
*...something has changed, he can feel it, in the air, in the ground, a pressure, a... an absence. the doors, they're open. the great lock has been broken. the seals dispelled. the Dreamers... did they... fail him? no. no no, they wouldn't have, couldn't have, but he can no longer feel them, binding him tight, holding him still, chaining him
and yet, again, something has changed. as if one world lays gently atop another, a thin veneer overlayed on top of what he knows as reality, a falsehood hiding an ugly twisted truth. its wrong, its all wrong, disjointed, angled, sharp, pushed up against him, rotting from within
something has changed
footsteps, even and echoing through the dark, a presence, a being, something that approaches
he drags himself up from the ground with great effort, feeble body swaying back and forth, and, as if a puppet on strings, he jerks into a defensive stance, awaiting the first attack, awaiting an... ending*
*Lurien enters the temple. alone. his footsteps his only company in the dark as each inch he creeps forth through the pregnant silence brings forth blazing white seals to spiderweb outwards from under his feet. this is what he came for, right, this was his goal? although, well, it would be nice if he knew the purpose of these ones. maybe they're just a precaution, something Strelitzia put in place 'just in case'?
Monomon would have known. but, well, he should really check the actual inner vault where the Hollow Knight was held, and judging from the sickening sweet stink and distant glow of orange that room is no longer empty. but, well, he knew, didn't he? he knew
his hand grips at his robes where the charm of his and Strelitzia's union sits in silence
the Nightmare Wyrm was speaking truth after all, at least about this. how much can he trust that entity though? how much can he trust himself? his head swims, his mouth tastes bitter again, he comes dangerously close to vomiting on the floor once more but holds himself together as he strides forth into the light
the room is badly damaged. perhaps from the fight between Holly and their sibling, but, as he thought, it is no longer abandoned and empty
a twisted thing stands there, waiting for him, watching him, bracing itself for attack and Lurien he just... he stumbles
from shock
from horror
from disgust
he cannot possibly say. but he stumbles, trips, falls and cries out as he lands on something pointy and hard. and that is enough to draw unwanted attention*
[Hollow King health 3/3]
[Hollow King rolls 16 to attack]
*he dashes in, quicker than his broken form might suggest he can move, no nail in hand but claws extended all the same, like little more than a feral beast. he howls out with a distorted pains voice, slashing this way and that, trying to catch flesh, trying to tear shell, trying to do whatever he can to end the life before him*
[Lurien rolls a 20 to attack]
[Lurien health 3/3]
*damn it all why didn't he bring his pin?! Lurien rolls out of the way, dodging and weaving through the sloppy attacks His Belov—no. no this isn't Strelitzia. not his one at least. no. this is just some sad ending that suffered, just another Fragment he needs to collect. void below, what a monster he has become...
his hands reach for a piece of sharp shredding metal, and he stabs forwards, wincing when it slices clean through shell that should be as hard as steel. he takes a deep shaking breath in*
Sorry.
[Hollow King health 2/3]
[Hollow King rolls 13 to attack]
*if he feels pain he does not show it. the sharp piece of debris sticks out of his abdomen at a strange and awkward angle, orange oozing out around it, spilling down his front in thick globs. absently, he pokes at it before screeching, spit and infection flying into the air before he charges, head lowered as if to spear, as if to impale*
[Lurien rolls 17 to attack]
[Lurien health 3/3]
Oh damn—
*he leaps out of the way just in time, narrowly avoiding a messy end at the tips of that pronged crown. Lurien winces when he sees the king collide with the wall with a wet slap but, he can't rest for long before the broken thing is upon him again, maw trying to bite, claws trying to rend
he doesn't want to use his magic here however, he may not have a choice... a loose rock is tossed with all his might and, to his surprise, it connects right to the king's face with a loud crack*
[Hollow King health 1/3]
[Hollow King rolls 19 to attack]
*he stands for a moment. still. frightening. before a single white hand plunges into his wounded body, digs through the infection and void twisting in his insides and pulls out, pristine as ever, blinding white in the gloom, a perfect nail of soul
his wings flutter but just aren't strong enough to lift him from the ground. no matter, he's quick, he's still deadly even in this state, and even if the one before him resembles one of his Dreamers that sleep in service eternal, it matters not
this will end on his terms*
[Lurien rolls 20 to attack]
[Lurien health 3/3]
*no. this ends on his terms
he had hoped to not have to come to this, but the situation just took a turn and... and he can't bare to see him like this. he just can't
it hurts. it's horrible. it makes him want to cry and scream and throw up on the ground all at once. it makes him just want to go home and tell himself that it's worth it, that this is worth it all, that Strelitzia is waiting for him, that this'll make him better
the Hollow King lunges at him... and Lurien calls forth the power of the light still lingering within him with a blast of gold. it burns through his body, pulls at him in ways it has not done before, leaves him a breathless mess but the screams—by the stars above the screams!—are sign enough that this is over...*
[Hollow King health 0/3]
*it burns. but. it is bliss. complete and utter bliss
eventually the light that assaults him slowly dims before vanishing entirely, his battered body dropping to the floor in a heap with a soft thud. his breaths come sharp, short, heavy, painful... ha. haha... it hurts
it hurts
it hurts it hurts it hurts
and then, it doesn't. quite suddenly. it doesn't. it's numb, cold, like slipping into a deep cold sleep, his empty eyes gaze upwards towards the attacker for just a moment, a moment shared between only them both. a small laugh, bitter but accepting finds its way out of him despite it all*
t...hank.... you...
*and then... he's gone*
*Lurien sits down on the ground next to where the king had been mere moments ago. he won, he did what he needed to do, he collected this Fragment, ended him so that he could restore his Strelitzia, in the end everything has worked out just fine, as it should do
so why does he feel so bad?
why does he feel so wrong for doing it?
he had been suffering! a body like that, a fate like that, how could he allow that to continue even without his own motives?! still... Lurien just doesn't feel good about it, his head resting in his hands, a thick wave of tears spilling from his eyes
it's better like this, right?
it's better like this
still
he's getting real sick of having to kill him over and over
there's not much more of this he can take...*
I need a break...
Baldwin rolls towards Lurien.
...
Baldwin approaches him and hugs him.
Don't... I don't want any pity... I just... want to go back home.
*Lurien lightly pushes at him, trying to get away but there isn't much heat behind it or strength for that matter nor does he move to actually stand. he just kind sits there, contemplating what he's done and if this is truly the right path to follow. he cannot go back but... should he continue forwards?
what if...
...
what if Strelitzia doesn't want to come back...?*
...
What are your thoughts?
*Lurien hands the stag a rather large tip on top of the fine for the trouble, stumbling his way out of the station and into the dead empty streets of Dirtmouth. it... has been a while since he was last here. the memories aren't exactly pleasent but, it was one of the last times he had held Strelitzia, alive and... not exactly well. over the squat buildings he can see it; one of the smaller houses, backed away from the road, private and safe from prying eyes, the place where he had sat there, black fingers laced with ones of white, and had listened to His Beloved gently tell him that his life was coming to an end
and Lurien had rejected that fate. has rejected it so hard he had went to war. had rejected it so hard that even when it claimed Strelitzia in full he had fought back, had delved into that darkness and ripped him back. and here he is now, continuing to spit in the face of that vision of death, putting him back together piece by painful piece
yeah. fuck destiny. fuck fate. fuck luck. the only reality Lurien believes in is the one he shapes with his own two hands
he tears his vision away from the town, finding the well and gracelessly descending into the caverns below
the tunnels are old, familiar, he used to sneak out across the lake when he was younger to play with the kids of the mining village or see how far he could run until he'd get scared. he never got very far but, luckily, older, hopefully wiser, there is little here to fear. the temple isn't far
strange though. the last time he was here the windows had been dark, empty. now however... they glow a sickening orange*
You have got to be kidding me.
*...something has changed, he can feel it, in the air, in the ground, a pressure, a... an absence. the doors, they're open. the great lock has been broken. the seals dispelled. the Dreamers... did they... fail him? no. no no, they wouldn't have, couldn't have, but he can no longer feel them, binding him tight, holding him still, chaining him
and yet, again, something has changed. as if one world lays gently atop another, a thin veneer overlayed on top of what he knows as reality, a falsehood hiding an ugly twisted truth. its wrong, its all wrong, disjointed, angled, sharp, pushed up against him, rotting from within
something has changed
footsteps, even and echoing through the dark, a presence, a being, something that approaches
he drags himself up from the ground with great effort, feeble body swaying back and forth, and, as if a puppet on strings, he jerks into a defensive stance, awaiting the first attack, awaiting an... ending*
*Lurien enters the temple. alone. his footsteps his only company in the dark as each inch he creeps forth through the pregnant silence brings forth blazing white seals to spiderweb outwards from under his feet. this is what he came for, right, this was his goal? although, well, it would be nice if he knew the purpose of these ones. maybe they're just a precaution, something Strelitzia put in place 'just in case'?
Monomon would have known. but, well, he should really check the actual inner vault where the Hollow Knight was held, and judging from the sickening sweet stink and distant glow of orange that room is no longer empty. but, well, he knew, didn't he? he knew
his hand grips at his robes where the charm of his and Strelitzia's union sits in silence
the Nightmare Wyrm was speaking truth after all, at least about this. how much can he trust that entity though? how much can he trust himself? his head swims, his mouth tastes bitter again, he comes dangerously close to vomiting on the floor once more but holds himself together as he strides forth into the light
the room is badly damaged. perhaps from the fight between Holly and their sibling, but, as he thought, it is no longer abandoned and empty
a twisted thing stands there, waiting for him, watching him, bracing itself for attack and Lurien he just... he stumbles
from shock
from horror
from disgust
he cannot possibly say. but he stumbles, trips, falls and cries out as he lands on something pointy and hard. and that is enough to draw unwanted attention*
[Hollow King health 3/3]
[Hollow King rolls 16 to attack]
*he dashes in, quicker than his broken form might suggest he can move, no nail in hand but claws extended all the same, like little more than a feral beast. he howls out with a distorted pains voice, slashing this way and that, trying to catch flesh, trying to tear shell, trying to do whatever he can to end the life before him*
[Lurien rolls a 20 to attack]
[Lurien health 3/3]
*damn it all why didn't he bring his pin?! Lurien rolls out of the way, dodging and weaving through the sloppy attacks His Belov—no. no this isn't Strelitzia. not his one at least. no. this is just some sad ending that suffered, just another Fragment he needs to collect. void below, what a monster he has become...
his hands reach for a piece of sharp shredding metal, and he stabs forwards, wincing when it slices clean through shell that should be as hard as steel. he takes a deep shaking breath in*
Sorry.
[Hollow King health 2/3]
[Hollow King rolls 13 to attack]
*if he feels pain he does not show it. the sharp piece of debris sticks out of his abdomen at a strange and awkward angle, orange oozing out around it, spilling down his front in thick globs. absently, he pokes at it before screeching, spit and infection flying into the air before he charges, head lowered as if to spear, as if to impale*
[Lurien rolls 17 to attack]
[Lurien health 3/3]
Oh damn—
*he leaps out of the way just in time, narrowly avoiding a messy end at the tips of that pronged crown. Lurien winces when he sees the king collide with the wall with a wet slap but, he can't rest for long before the broken thing is upon him again, maw trying to bite, claws trying to rend
he doesn't want to use his magic here however, he may not have a choice... a loose rock is tossed with all his might and, to his surprise, it connects right to the king's face with a loud crack*
[Hollow King health 1/3]
[Hollow King rolls 19 to attack]
*he stands for a moment. still. frightening. before a single white hand plunges into his wounded body, digs through the infection and void twisting in his insides and pulls out, pristine as ever, blinding white in the gloom, a perfect nail of soul
his wings flutter but just aren't strong enough to lift him from the ground. no matter, he's quick, he's still deadly even in this state, and even if the one before him resembles one of his Dreamers that sleep in service eternal, it matters not
this will end on his terms*
[Lurien rolls 20 to attack]
[Lurien health 3/3]
*no. this ends on his terms
he had hoped to not have to come to this, but the situation just took a turn and... and he can't bare to see him like this. he just can't
it hurts. it's horrible. it makes him want to cry and scream and throw up on the ground all at once. it makes him just want to go home and tell himself that it's worth it, that this is worth it all, that Strelitzia is waiting for him, that this'll make him better
the Hollow King lunges at him... and Lurien calls forth the power of the light still lingering within him with a blast of gold. it burns through his body, pulls at him in ways it has not done before, leaves him a breathless mess but the screams—by the stars above the screams!—are sign enough that this is over...*
[Hollow King health 0/3]
*it burns. but. it is bliss. complete and utter bliss
eventually the light that assaults him slowly dims before vanishing entirely, his battered body dropping to the floor in a heap with a soft thud. his breaths come sharp, short, heavy, painful... ha. haha... it hurts
it hurts
it hurts it hurts it hurts
and then, it doesn't. quite suddenly. it doesn't. it's numb, cold, like slipping into a deep cold sleep, his empty eyes gaze upwards towards the attacker for just a moment, a moment shared between only them both. a small laugh, bitter but accepting finds its way out of him despite it all*
t...hank.... you...
*and then... he's gone*
*Lurien sits down on the ground next to where the king had been mere moments ago. he won, he did what he needed to do, he collected this Fragment, ended him so that he could restore his Strelitzia, in the end everything has worked out just fine, as it should do
so why does he feel so bad?
why does he feel so wrong for doing it?
he had been suffering! a body like that, a fate like that, how could he allow that to continue even without his own motives?! still... Lurien just doesn't feel good about it, his head resting in his hands, a thick wave of tears spilling from his eyes
it's better like this, right?
it's better like this
still
he's getting real sick of having to kill him over and over
there's not much more of this he can take...*
I need a break...
Baldwin rolls towards Lurien.
...
Baldwin approaches him and hugs him.
*Lurien hands the stag a rather large tip on top of the fine for the trouble, stumbling his way out of the station and into the dead empty streets of Dirtmouth. it... has been a while since he was last here. the memories aren't exactly pleasent but, it was one of the last times he had held Strelitzia, alive and... not exactly well. over the squat buildings he can see it; one of the smaller houses, backed away from the road, private and safe from prying eyes, the place where he had sat there, black fingers laced with ones of white, and had listened to His Beloved gently tell him that his life was coming to an end
and Lurien had rejected that fate. has rejected it so hard he had went to war. had rejected it so hard that even when it claimed Strelitzia in full he had fought back, had delved into that darkness and ripped him back. and here he is now, continuing to spit in the face of that vision of death, putting him back together piece by painful piece
yeah. fuck destiny. fuck fate. fuck luck. the only reality Lurien believes in is the one he shapes with his own two hands
he tears his vision away from the town, finding the well and gracelessly descending into the caverns below
the tunnels are old, familiar, he used to sneak out across the lake when he was younger to play with the kids of the mining village or see how far he could run until he'd get scared. he never got very far but, luckily, older, hopefully wiser, there is little here to fear. the temple isn't far
strange though. the last time he was here the windows had been dark, empty. now however... they glow a sickening orange*
You have got to be kidding me.
*...something has changed, he can feel it, in the air, in the ground, a pressure, a... an absence. the doors, they're open. the great lock has been broken. the seals dispelled. the Dreamers... did they... fail him? no. no no, they wouldn't have, couldn't have, but he can no longer feel them, binding him tight, holding him still, chaining him
and yet, again, something has changed. as if one world lays gently atop another, a thin veneer overlayed on top of what he knows as reality, a falsehood hiding an ugly twisted truth. its wrong, its all wrong, disjointed, angled, sharp, pushed up against him, rotting from within
something has changed
footsteps, even and echoing through the dark, a presence, a being, something that approaches
he drags himself up from the ground with great effort, feeble body swaying back and forth, and, as if a puppet on strings, he jerks into a defensive stance, awaiting the first attack, awaiting an... ending*
*Lurien enters the temple. alone. his footsteps his only company in the dark as each inch he creeps forth through the pregnant silence brings forth blazing white seals to spiderweb outwards from under his feet. this is what he came for, right, this was his goal? although, well, it would be nice if he knew the purpose of these ones. maybe they're just a precaution, something Strelitzia put in place 'just in case'?
Monomon would have known. but, well, he should really check the actual inner vault where the Hollow Knight was held, and judging from the sickening sweet stink and distant glow of orange that room is no longer empty. but, well, he knew, didn't he? he knew
his hand grips at his robes where the charm of his and Strelitzia's union sits in silence
the Nightmare Wyrm was speaking truth after all, at least about this. how much can he trust that entity though? how much can he trust himself? his head swims, his mouth tastes bitter again, he comes dangerously close to vomiting on the floor once more but holds himself together as he strides forth into the light
the room is badly damaged. perhaps from the fight between Holly and their sibling, but, as he thought, it is no longer abandoned and empty
a twisted thing stands there, waiting for him, watching him, bracing itself for attack and Lurien he just... he stumbles
from shock
from horror
from disgust
he cannot possibly say. but he stumbles, trips, falls and cries out as he lands on something pointy and hard. and that is enough to draw unwanted attention*
[Hollow King health 3/3]
[Hollow King rolls 16 to attack]
*he dashes in, quicker than his broken form might suggest he can move, no nail in hand but claws extended all the same, like little more than a feral beast. he howls out with a distorted pains voice, slashing this way and that, trying to catch flesh, trying to tear shell, trying to do whatever he can to end the life before him*
[Lurien rolls a 20 to attack]
[Lurien health 3/3]
*damn it all why didn't he bring his pin?! Lurien rolls out of the way, dodging and weaving through the sloppy attacks His Belov—no. no this isn't Strelitzia. not his one at least. no. this is just some sad ending that suffered, just another Fragment he needs to collect. void below, what a monster he has become...
his hands reach for a piece of sharp shredding metal, and he stabs forwards, wincing when it slices clean through shell that should be as hard as steel. he takes a deep shaking breath in*
Sorry.
[Hollow King health 2/3]
[Hollow King rolls 13 to attack]
*if he feels pain he does not show it. the sharp piece of debris sticks out of his abdomen at a strange and awkward angle, orange oozing out around it, spilling down his front in thick globs. absently, he pokes at it before screeching, spit and infection flying into the air before he charges, head lowered as if to spear, as if to impale*
[Lurien rolls 17 to attack]
[Lurien health 3/3]
Oh damn—
*he leaps out of the way just in time, narrowly avoiding a messy end at the tips of that pronged crown. Lurien winces when he sees the king collide with the wall with a wet slap but, he can't rest for long before the broken thing is upon him again, maw trying to bite, claws trying to rend
he doesn't want to use his magic here however, he may not have a choice... a loose rock is tossed with all his might and, to his surprise, it connects right to the king's face with a loud crack*
[Hollow King health 1/3]
[Hollow King rolls 19 to attack]
*he stands for a moment. still. frightening. before a single white hand plunges into his wounded body, digs through the infection and void twisting in his insides and pulls out, pristine as ever, blinding white in the gloom, a perfect nail of soul
his wings flutter but just aren't strong enough to lift him from the ground. no matter, he's quick, he's still deadly even in this state, and even if the one before him resembles one of his Dreamers that sleep in service eternal, it matters not
this will end on his terms*
[Lurien rolls 20 to attack]
[Lurien health 3/3]
*no. this ends on his terms
he had hoped to not have to come to this, but the situation just took a turn and... and he can't bare to see him like this. he just can't
it hurts. it's horrible. it makes him want to cry and scream and throw up on the ground all at once. it makes him just want to go home and tell himself that it's worth it, that this is worth it all, that Strelitzia is waiting for him, that this'll make him better
the Hollow King lunges at him... and Lurien calls forth the power of the light still lingering within him with a blast of gold. it burns through his body, pulls at him in ways it has not done before, leaves him a breathless mess but the screams—by the stars above the screams!—are sign enough that this is over...*
[Hollow King health 0/3]
*it burns. but. it is bliss. complete and utter bliss
eventually the light that assaults him slowly dims before vanishing entirely, his battered body dropping to the floor in a heap with a soft thud. his breaths come sharp, short, heavy, painful... ha. haha... it hurts
it hurts
it hurts it hurts it hurts
and then, it doesn't. quite suddenly. it doesn't. it's numb, cold, like slipping into a deep cold sleep, his empty eyes gaze upwards towards the attacker for just a moment, a moment shared between only them both. a small laugh, bitter but accepting finds its way out of him despite it all*
t...hank.... you...
*and then... he's gone*
*Lurien sits down on the ground next to where the king had been mere moments ago. he won, he did what he needed to do, he collected this Fragment, ended him so that he could restore his Strelitzia, in the end everything has worked out just fine, as it should do
so why does he feel so bad?
why does he feel so wrong for doing it?
he had been suffering! a body like that, a fate like that, how could he allow that to continue even without his own motives?! still... Lurien just doesn't feel good about it, his head resting in his hands, a thick wave of tears spilling from his eyes
it's better like this, right?
it's better like this
still
he's getting real sick of having to kill him over and over
there's not much more of this he can take...*
I need a break...
Baldwin rolls towards Lurien.
...
Baldwin approaches him and hugs him.
Yeah, i should have just killed the guy...
Unless these other versions of the king needs to be alive.
@baldwin-the-protector
Urgh, even with meds my brain still feels like it's trying to leak out of me, but at least I can somewhat think. Ish. Brain. Whatever.
I mean.
The Nightmare Wyrm. He chose to leave, dunno if that affects anythink, but like I didn't have to kill 'im, and he didn't have to like, you know, die. So who knows, maybe we don't gotta end them.
Damnit, we're running in circles. We need someone who knows bout this stuff...
...Look, when we get to the Temple, just let me go in alone, yeah? Somethin tells me I gotta do this myself. Weird feelin', in my stomach.
Last time i let you be by yourself, you were screaming and having nightmares.
So no, i'm going with you.
I just told you no. Are you like, deaf or something? I said there's a feelin' in me, that I gotta face this with only myself as back up, and I don't know why but that's what I'm gonna do.
Look, if you give that much of a damn about it you can wait at the door and if I need ya I'll yell, aight?
You don't have to face whatever it is alone...
But fine...
Yeah, i should have just killed the guy...
Unless these other versions of the king needs to be alive.
@baldwin-the-protector
Urgh, even with meds my brain still feels like it's trying to leak out of me, but at least I can somewhat think. Ish. Brain. Whatever.
I mean.
The Nightmare Wyrm. He chose to leave, dunno if that affects anythink, but like I didn't have to kill 'im, and he didn't have to like, you know, die. So who knows, maybe we don't gotta end them.
Damnit, we're running in circles. We need someone who knows bout this stuff...
...Look, when we get to the Temple, just let me go in alone, yeah? Somethin tells me I gotta do this myself. Weird feelin', in my stomach.
Last time i let you be by yourself, you were screaming and having nightmares.
So no, i'm going with you.
Are you alright?
@baldwin-the-protector
My mouth tastes like an ashtray, my head feels like it's spinning, I've thrown up in the stag's saddle and I think I saw dead people; so yeah. I'm great.
Well, what is the plan now?
Ooc: i forgot to say, but this is before the Radiance attacked the white lady
I did say I needed to go um. Uh. Poke around the Black Egg for uh. um... fuck... the seals of binding? In case we need to, I dunno, slap a certain moth in there for whatever reason? This is gonna be fun. I really hit my head back there.
Hey do the steps look too close to you?
*Lurien trips up the stairs and lays there for a moment before he begins to crawl forwards. even with a potential concussion and getting struck by mind numbing nightmares he still has drive to go forwards. impressive. and really really dumb*
Should i carry you for a bit?
It seems like you shouldn't walk around for a minute.
Nuh-uh. I just gotta get movin’. Don’t wanna waste time of stupid shit. He’s counting on me, gotta make it right.
Damn if I’ve not had a headache this bad since last time I drank, eugh.
Well, then look for a pool of water, so i can wake you up properly
Don' think that's gon' cure a concossin. cuntconssim. concussion. Oh damn I forgor to check those crystals. Ah well, guess we just check the Black Egg. I trust my perfect precious Strel's work more anyways
Hey, don't say slurs.
That's very insensitive.
I've never been there before...
oh stars aboveeee shut uppp! You look like a bouncy ball; bro you are not the main character!
*Lurien manages to get himself up off the floor but walks directly into a wall right after, grumbling countless insults at it before trying to find the right way for his legs to take him*
An yeah, why should'ya 'ave been there? Ain't nobody gonna be visiting Holly Knight when they were doing the whole 'Keep Big Moth Away' thing, not that I know for certain. Actually
yEAH I do know for certain duh! I was one of the locks on tha' place!
Urgh.
Well, after they were released i meant.
I should just carry you there, you look look like a blind bug trying to find a fire exit.
Shuddup! I can walk jus' fine on my own. I gotta see this through no matter what. C'mon lets just get out of here...
Sure...
Are you alright?
@baldwin-the-protector
My mouth tastes like an ashtray, my head feels like it's spinning, I've thrown up in the stag's saddle and I think I saw dead people; so yeah. I'm great.
Well, what is the plan now?
Ooc: i forgot to say, but this is before the Radiance attacked the white lady
I did say I needed to go um. Uh. Poke around the Black Egg for uh. um... fuck... the seals of binding? In case we need to, I dunno, slap a certain moth in there for whatever reason? This is gonna be fun. I really hit my head back there.
Hey do the steps look too close to you?
*Lurien trips up the stairs and lays there for a moment before he begins to crawl forwards. even with a potential concussion and getting struck by mind numbing nightmares he still has drive to go forwards. impressive. and really really dumb*
Should i carry you for a bit?
It seems like you shouldn't walk around for a minute.
Nuh-uh. I just gotta get movin’. Don’t wanna waste time of stupid shit. He’s counting on me, gotta make it right.
Damn if I’ve not had a headache this bad since last time I drank, eugh.
Well, then look for a pool of water, so i can wake you up properly
Don' think that's gon' cure a concossin. cuntconssim. concussion. Oh damn I forgor to check those crystals. Ah well, guess we just check the Black Egg. I trust my perfect precious Strel's work more anyways
Hey, don't say slurs.
That's very insensitive.
I've never been there before...
oh stars aboveeee shut uppp! You look like a bouncy ball; bro you are not the main character!
*Lurien manages to get himself up off the floor but walks directly into a wall right after, grumbling countless insults at it before trying to find the right way for his legs to take him*
An yeah, why should'ya 'ave been there? Ain't nobody gonna be visiting Holly Knight when they were doing the whole 'Keep Big Moth Away' thing, not that I know for certain. Actually
yEAH I do know for certain duh! I was one of the locks on tha' place!
Urgh.
Well, after they were released i meant.
I should just carry you there, you look look like a blind bug trying to find a fire exit.
Are you alright?
@baldwin-the-protector
My mouth tastes like an ashtray, my head feels like it's spinning, I've thrown up in the stag's saddle and I think I saw dead people; so yeah. I'm great.
Well, what is the plan now?
Ooc: i forgot to say, but this is before the Radiance attacked the white lady
I did say I needed to go um. Uh. Poke around the Black Egg for uh. um... fuck... the seals of binding? In case we need to, I dunno, slap a certain moth in there for whatever reason? This is gonna be fun. I really hit my head back there.
Hey do the steps look too close to you?
*Lurien trips up the stairs and lays there for a moment before he begins to crawl forwards. even with a potential concussion and getting struck by mind numbing nightmares he still has drive to go forwards. impressive. and really really dumb*
Should i carry you for a bit?
It seems like you shouldn't walk around for a minute.
Nuh-uh. I just gotta get movin’. Don’t wanna waste time of stupid shit. He’s counting on me, gotta make it right.
Damn if I’ve not had a headache this bad since last time I drank, eugh.
Well, then look for a pool of water, so i can wake you up properly
Don' think that's gon' cure a concossin. cuntconssim. concussion. Oh damn I forgor to check those crystals. Ah well, guess we just check the Black Egg. I trust my perfect precious Strel's work more anyways
Hey, don't say slurs.
That's very insensitive.
I've never been there before...
Are you alright?
@baldwin-the-protector
My mouth tastes like an ashtray, my head feels like it's spinning, I've thrown up in the stag's saddle and I think I saw dead people; so yeah. I'm great.
Well, what is the plan now?
Ooc: i forgot to say, but this is before the Radiance attacked the white lady
I did say I needed to go um. Uh. Poke around the Black Egg for uh. um... fuck... the seals of binding? In case we need to, I dunno, slap a certain moth in there for whatever reason? This is gonna be fun. I really hit my head back there.
Hey do the steps look too close to you?
*Lurien trips up the stairs and lays there for a moment before he begins to crawl forwards. even with a potential concussion and getting struck by mind numbing nightmares he still has drive to go forwards. impressive. and really really dumb*
Should i carry you for a bit?
It seems like you shouldn't walk around for a minute.
Nuh-uh. I just gotta get movin’. Don’t wanna waste time of stupid shit. He’s counting on me, gotta make it right.
Damn if I’ve not had a headache this bad since last time I drank, eugh.
Well, then look for a pool of water, so i can wake you up properly
Are you alright?
@baldwin-the-protector
My mouth tastes like an ashtray, my head feels like it's spinning, I've thrown up in the stag's saddle and I think I saw dead people; so yeah. I'm great.
Well, what is the plan now?
Ooc: i forgot to say, but this is before the Radiance attacked the white lady
I did say I needed to go um. Uh. Poke around the Black Egg for uh. um... fuck... the seals of binding? In case we need to, I dunno, slap a certain moth in there for whatever reason? This is gonna be fun. I really hit my head back there.
Hey do the steps look too close to you?
*Lurien trips up the stairs and lays there for a moment before he begins to crawl forwards. even with a potential concussion and getting struck by mind numbing nightmares he still has drive to go forwards. impressive. and really really dumb*
Should i carry you for a bit?
It seems like you shouldn't walk around for a minute.
