(Is the random stranger made up or was he already RPed before?)
(Literally just a random person walking down the street, he starts to tail inconspiciously.)
The person seems to be walking towards a church
Matthew continues to tail at a distance, following them into said church moments after they enter.
The random stranger takes off his outside clothes, it seems to be a priest who just got some food for the church
The Priest turns around and looks at Matthew
“What is it my son?”
Thomas raises an eyebrow
Seems I’m not alone.
Thomas enters the doorway and continues cautiously, ready to fight if he has to.
@Monkke
Hal keeps silent. His body won’t stop shivering
@Limitseeker
“Hm? Sure. It will cost you extra to use the clay disks.”
The staff says. He wonders what he should get for dinner.
@Monkke
The old woman eyes widen. She doesn’t say a word.
@Agentboin
The hallway is carpeted by a soft velvet. It’s larger than he thought; big enough to be mistaken as a luxurious hotel’s passage way. The decorations that adorn the wall look expensive albeit dusty.
“Like you, young girl. Would you mind listening to a story?”
Old Silva takes another sip from his cup and sighes
“Once there was a man who fell in love with a bright young girl. They danced merrily under the silver moon every night, yet one night, the man accidentally stepped upon the woman’s beloved butterfly.”
“The man apologised, and weeped and apologised. The woman grieved, yet no amount of apologise can soothe her shriveling heart. The man left guiltily, went to punish himself.”
“Yet the man departure saddened the woman more so. She died of uncontrollable grief, leaving the man all alone.”
@Fadeblade @Simon
Marcus has a life in front of him. No sign of death.
eh, it was alright
despite his beest efforts, tears start streaming down his face
its good to see yah, man
“The man regretted, but none he did would return his beloved back alive. Time never returned, never waited. When a moment passes, so it be.”
He stops to take a breath.
“Ah, time is a fickle thing. For dryads, what are seconds but naught? Yet for the humans, they hold time dearly, counting them to miliseconds.”
Old Silva rambles off his story.