Damnit.
This post is taking forever so I'm drowning myself in coffee until I can finish it (currently 1:37 fucking A.M.)
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You poor fucking soul, Double shot that shit.
I know it was hardly subtle, but in case anyone missed it:
Shertul is freaking the hell out because the anti-magic runes in Wellborough are fucking up the magic in his flesh. He's practically made of magic, so... time for plot.
If anybody wants to save him, now's your chance. If not, I guess I'll have him crawl his way out of the town ALONE AND HELPLESS.
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THE POOR THING I'LL SAVE HIM.
... Somehow.
Wait, the door's open, I can see and RUNRUNRUNMOTHERFUCKER.
He looked like a gothic clown dressed for winter. "Fear me, mortals!" wasn't half so frightening anymore.
But sometimes, even that masterfully conceived disguise would not hide such a handsomely devilish frame. A few miles into the forestal territory of Wellborough, two oafish patrol guards "accidentally" bumped into him, revealing his twisted form.
He knew exactly what to do: he threw open his cloak, spread his many arms about, and hissed "I shall consume your souls!" He put on a good old show.
He looked like a gothic clown dressed for winter. "Fear me, mortals!" wasn't half so frightening anymore.
But sometimes, even that masterfully conceived disguise would not hide such a handsomely devilish frame. A few miles into the forestal territory of Wellborough, two oafish patrol guards "accidentally" bumped into him, revealing his twisted form.
He knew exactly what to do: he threw open his cloak, spread his many arms about, and hissed "I shall consume your souls!" He put on a good old show.
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It worked.
And thanks for posting before me, I had nothing else to do really lolol
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Well, Shertul is a drama queen. I couldn't imagine him doing anything other than acting like a 1960's horror villain.
And thanks for holding off your post for a while .
But now it's 4:30 AM and I have no chances of sleeping till dawn. You're all stuck with a sleep-deprived writing-hobbyist now, and that's the worst kind.
But now it's 4:30 AM and I have no chances of sleeping till dawn. You're all stuck with a sleep-deprived writing-hobbyist now, and that's the worst kind.
Edit: Half tempted to have Crow check out the hubub, but I'll leave you to get saved haha. There's whiskey to be had afterall.
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Oh god.
@Soragoku Thank you! Now if only someone IC could remember his birthday. ;-;
So Gellert is a wolf, owl and frog shapeshifter. Would it make sense for him to 'inherit' notable traits from those animals (enhanced smell/hearing, improbable head-turning and whatever frogs has going for them)?
Oh lord, so much conversation 😨 *tries to catch up*
Edit: caught up easier than I thought I might. But I'm sorry my two are just kind of there
and whatever frogs has going for them)?