A bald man and some smoke

[senor_tortuga 692]

 

((Disclaimer: Don’t vape))

 

A bald man would shuffle along the brush, he would be clad in nothing but a sash and a loosely tied loincloth. He would move around the area with a vague familiarity, the spiraling bone pillars would litter the landscape and great pits of gas would beckon to all who gather. Far in the distance would be two grand bones, from some sort of ancient beast, larger than a mountain, one of old lore and folk tales. Between the portal would be a spiraling mess of ‘energy’ or some conjuration.

 

The bald man would near one of the pits, he would stare into the depths of it with an transfixed glare, he would watch the smoke swirl up in plumes of green majesty. Soon the man’s old addictions would come back to plague him, the countless years of smoking green under the orcs and the recreational quartz he did with Rhova. He would give in.

 

The bald man would descend down into the pit, he would hold onto the side and near the depths. Just. To. Get. A. S N I F F. The man would feel the gas upon his skin, and suddenly he would plunge his face into the gas, with a wide smile he would take it all in. Soon after he would withdraw a Lhindir made fidget spinner from his loincloth, he would spin it as he vaped the plumes of green smoke. The mans bald head would shine a brilliant light under the ever illuminating sun as he did so, giving him the appearance of a high af bald warrior. Though the fun would not last for long, the bald man would climb out of the pit to continue his day.

((If you were wondering what Tajo has been up to))

[senor_tortuga 692]

3 minutes ago, Final said:

 

"͚̍̂ͥ͠H̳͖̟̥͂eͅ'͍̣̗̫̝s̹͕͇ ̝̠ͤ̉̏̂͟m̆̏͝u̩͎̪͑ͮc̤͎̃̔̋̀h͔͈̝͗ͤ̋͑ͧ̋͢ ̶̰͓͖͚̱ͦͫ͂̾͐̓ẗ͓͔̯͍̄̅̄ͩ͛͛́ő̭͇͕̮̦̐̑̌̈́͊ǒ̘͖̄ ̘̞͎̪͇ͮŵ̴͕̟̭e̡̲͖̩͎͙̖̐ͤ̉̓a͓̖̦̤̟̍̎ͯͦͅk̹̘̍ ̺̖̟̒̓̔ͭ̚ṫ̢̠̆ͩơ̍ ͆͑̂̿ͮb̼̤̠ͩ̔̌ę͉̲̼̠̯̃ͪ ̤̜̮̬ͮ̑͛aͧ̽̂ ̼̹̘̥C̷̦̦̤̞͙̖̩̆̓́̓ḩ̤̹͓̘̮̮͔ͯ̅͋͋̐a̶͈̲̮̝̯̮ͫͥͧ̏m̡̞̟͚ͪ̆̑͆ͭ͑̄p̮̟̲̲̻ͭ̂̌ͩͬi̺̗͔͚̙͌͢ͅo̶̪͇̩̘͎̜̟͒n̵̰̘.̷̞̪̱͌̑̋"̵̱͑̉͊̇ ̟̤̯̽ͯ͑ͥ̏̍ͧ͘

̮͔͔̥̞̗͕ͮ̎͂"̱̙͕͖̖̤ͨ͗ͦͭͥͦI̩̮̪̤̱͍̿ͧ̌͑̀n̶̩̩͕͔̙ͅd͈͖ͪ̕e̚͏͈̻͖̠̞̥e̲͈̣͓͂͒d͙͖̈ͩ͊ͭ͗̊́.̡̫̜̬̮ͥ͛̉̎ͥͅ.̲̭͇̱͑̏̊̓ ̢͎̭̖͖͚̈́ͨ̊̊̆̾̃H̻̻̤̣̫͉͓ͭ͆͡e̯̲͞ ̸̼͚̺̱̹̤͆ͣ̒̇ͅd͔̝̽ͮ̈́̇̄o̗͔̘ͭͪ̏̉͡ȩ͉̠̪̤ͫͨ͋ͪ͂̿ͤs͉͕̳̦͕͔͒ͮ̀͠n͚̯͓̺̰̠͖͑̉͋͟'̧͇͙̺̟̤̣̓ͬ̈́ͤͮͅt̹͓͑̽̑̆̾ͭ̉ ̣͙̬̒t̷ͦ̈a͚̼̥̜̣̅k̲̠̰̰̬͖̯ͭ̓̀̆̽ͣ̚͠e͇̯̞ͯ͋͛͂ͤͅ ͙̮̹̝̑̈́̄̇a̫̥ͧn̦ͦͨ̇y̶̤͕͇̐ͬ͐̈́̏ ̦̫͈͔̌̔͐̏ō̟̱͍̗͍̟̟ͮ͢f̈̈͌̔́ ̘̜̦̰͒ͯ̄t̳̿͑ͤ̈́͆̒̒͝h̽ͧ̃͗͜i̪̳̣̬̮̽ş̦̜͕̫̦̪̟ͨͥ̓̔͐ ̪̠ͬ́ṣ͓̥̦̙͉̬̈́e҉͎̰͉̱͇r͇̩͉̝̱̄ͤ̇͒́i̯̪͙̺̘͖̾͌ͬo̻͉̩͚̰͌͆̀̏̒̋u̿ͬ̃҉̝͉s̞͓͔̼ͬ͑̾͑ͨ̄̅̀ḷ͍͈̥̩̙̾͋̂͢ͅý̓̈́҉͓ͅ.̮̣͂͌ ̱̫̙̻̟̜̰̈́̌͛ͥ̅T̶̃ͦ̍̋͋̇h̠̤̬͖̭̻̰͢e̡̠̹͙͖ ̩͉̯̹̓͛̽̎a̽̆̈́ͣ҉̘͖̟͉̯ͅpͪ̒̒̅̚҉͔͈͖͖̲̮p͈̘̯͕͐̈́ͅl͍̥̮͔̦̹͖ͫͩ̿e͔͔ͩ̿͒̈ ͕̯͍͐ͤ̾̽̎t͔̤̹͚̒̈̈́͋ͤͧ͆r̲̟͎̹ͩ͑͋̍̓́e͓̬̰̹̰͑̌ͬͨͨ͜ẽ͓̱̩̞̦̯̩ͤ̔ͭ͐ͦ̐ w͕̠̙̯͖̼͔̌̈́̓̆ͨ͛̓͜a̹̪̼̼̼͉̘̾͆͑̽̓͗̏͢s͈̝͕̈́̐ͭ̏̑̈ ͋̕w̠̘̘͚̋͐ͤr̄̅͌o̻̰͔̣͉̳͇ͣ̓͊ͦͣn̢̠͕̻̪̩̖̠ͦ́g̶̲ͪ,̨̰͒ͧ͐͋ͫ̓̈ ͙̺̜̤̈́f̜̩̹̩̪͇ͨ̃͐́o͍̟̪̩ͪͨͫͩͥͦ́ř̝͖̠͙̟̥ͫ ̘̂ͮo̐̂ͩ̉̉̔̈́̀n̹͈̽c̺̻̘͈̰̗͌̾̀̇e̱͈̞͍͈̼̘̔̓͗.̦̼͗ͪ̌ͯ́͗"̞̜̰̻̇̋ͬ̄
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̙̗͔̹̖̤͋ͥ͟"̵̻̗̣̜̰̻͍Ḥ̭̟̙̰̮̎̇̽̑̚e̞ ̷͖̬̗̯̈́ͭͯ̓͂̓̏h̸̳̝ͣ̋͒̐ͦa͔̫̎́̿̎͜s̻̮ͭ́̃ͪ͗͆͑n̪ͦ͆͌ͨ̐'̏҉̲ț̵̘ ̔͂ͬ̑e̸̘̜̖͇̖̥̋ͥ͊̍v̎ͪ͝e̳͌ͦͫ̆͂ͦn͊̋̃ ̘̩̎̋̓͋ͪ̋c̬̹̉̓̎͋̂͊̐o͐͑͒̿͆l̛͚̝͈̬ͤl̿ͩ̈҉̜e̵̫c̭͈̱̲̫̲̱̋̽ͥ̌̀ţ͚͇͔̥̲̭̇ͮ͌e̤͙͚̪͈̭̓͛͞ď̢̻ͧ̔͂ ̡̘̭͙̠̫̤̙ͦͭ͗ṯ̮ͨͫ̇ͦ̀̈͛͡h̹̫̤̪̼̞͢ě̬̱̹̄̓̽͗̈ ̥̺͔̬ͫ̽͋ͥ̃͡b͈̾̊͋͛͗ọ̰̟̹͕͎̪o̲ͮ̈́ͫ́k̡̲̭̙̪̅͊̄s̷͍̣͔̅̔̌ͮ̃̊ͬ.̳̣̹͉̒ͨ͂̉.̸͈̪͈̤͖̅ͅ ͇̣͓̤͑̔̔́Y̵͎̱̪ͮͭ̽ͮ̑͛e̪͚̯͙͈͗͆ͥ̑̚ṯ̪͓̺̬̮͙̓̒͗̊ͪ͟ ̹̯̳͓͉͔ͬͫ̃ͬͣh͎ͣͤ̔̇ͤͬͅe ̵̘̹̬ͅẃ̨͓̪̟́͂̊i͖̖͎͒̇͐s̘͗̇̚h̟̦̣̘͐́̆e̫͒̈́̑ͤ̂ͤ͊s̴̺̼̙̣̯̊ͅ ̴̦̮͙̬̙̈́ͨ̒͐͋̅̌t̺̭̟̭͖͇ö̖̙̟͉͍̜́ͯ̿̚ ̲̯̬̩̭̮̼͊ͥͩ̿ͩ̒̑͠b̭͉̲̬͓͛̆̈́ͫe͌̆̈́̈́̉ͬ͛cͦ̓͗̈̎҉̥̺̤̥o͆̊̇̆͊҉̯m͊̄ͬ̑̐ͥ҉̟̭e̞̘͉͗̅̍ͫ̚͘ ͈ͯ͑̑̄ͪ̓͐͟o̯̯̤͂̓̍̃n̹͇̦͚͎͂̔͂ͮ̚ẹ͌͡ ̬̭̱̍̇ŏ̧͎͔͚͔͂̚f͆ͤͫ̋̉̂̌͏̥̬͈͖̣̠̜ ̂͆ͦ҉͇̪̘͎̱̖͇u̷͓͕̱̳͇̅̉ͬ͌ͯͮṣ̮̈́̋̂̓́.͓̟̂͒ͧͨͨ͋ͫ̕.̼̬̪͍̽ͣ̄ͬ̐͋̏"̴̞̑͐̂̋́̇ ̜̝͕̟̟́̍̊ͩͧͅ
 

He hears a collection of voices speak in what appears to be gibberish. An interference. White noise makes the speech extremely difficult to interpret.

 

The voices are distant and faint, yet oddly familiar to the ear. Perhaps you heard them in a far-off dream, or a faraway memory?

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The bald man would scribble down some notes in his tome on a few words he caught from the voices. 

Weak.

Champion.

Apple.

Wrong.

Books.

The man would get the meaning of the scolding, they would remind him of his old mentor, back when he was a dedicant of the order when he was once told.

"Tajo whatever you do I am responsible for it, now act like it."

[mitto 2312]

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