#exalioofkoroth

[thegoddessofsin]

۞ Because why not

۞ The pros and cons of a relationship between our two muses

Pro:+She appears caring and kind personality+She offers him a way to avoid hollowness (at least try to comfort him)+Good prevent of invaders (fear the karmic goddess), offers also good tools. Support from Velka’s (covenant?)+She gets a melee-fighter in her crew.Cons:-The deity has lived too long and seen too much World to fully understand one’s feelings for being living alone so long.- Her work takes her focus.-Tricky lady comes and goes.exalio-of-koroth

[accursed-undead]

He looked at her closely, and finding her no threat, resheathed his claymore. Because of its weight, it dropped a good portion on his back and nearly pulled him down. “Crap…” He mumbled to himself. He still needed to fix that strap.

"Then if you are indeed a pardoner, I wish to ask something of you." Exalio removed his helmet. He had fairly long and curly black hair, a beard, green eyes, and fairly dark skin. "I believe I’ve sinned."

[thegoddessofsin]

The goddess watched him with patience as he struggled with his claymore. "Anyting thou need and I am capable to do", she answered, her voice echoing softly in huge empty hall, walking now slowly towards him he had withdrawn his weapons, stopping few steps away from him. Even the goddess didn't want to risk her life, new form would cost her heavy again and she didn't have time to gather enough for another one.

"If thou hath sinned, I can offer you forgiveness. Everything in the World has price, even the things thou choose to do. I can exchange a certain amount of souls for thine sins, it is the rule of karmic justice."

[thegoddessofsin]

A man fully clad in slightly worn, foreign armor approached the goddess. Not knowing who she was, he kept his hand on the claymore on his back. The blade itself was just as old as the armor. He stood ready to draw in case she posed any threat. "You there... Friend or foe?"

The shadowy female figure turned her head to have a glance behind, her empty hands resting against a rail at one of the huge windows she had been staring out.

"I stand here in peace. I shall not raise mine blade against thou, I am only a mere pardoner", Velka’s low voice replied and soon after she turned her whole body at him, to see him stand there in his armor and claymore.

"Thou must hathe gone through a lot. It is good to be aware in this land, not many art there for thine help. If needed I shall offer thou mine help."

[vengeful-creighton]

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exalio-of-koroth

[Creighton stirred, isolating the noise that had woke him. Someone moving down the path from the ruined fork it seemed. Rousing himself, the wanderer unlooped his axe from his belt. His eyes cut down the path at the approaching figure. Pate? Maybe. He'd have to see...]