Gardevoiran

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Magdalene fell into your lap as she continued looking out the window. "Everything he said was true. He was the best dad I could ask for."

You see Magdalene shift around a bit before she sits back up, kicking off her bandages on her foot as she attempts to stand. She almost collapsed on her foot, but she did finally manage to keep her footing as she looks at you. "C-can you help me go outside. The sun always cheers me up."

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You reenter Brock's home, only to find Magdalene alone in the bed you found her in, hugging her legs and looking out towards the window. As soon as she hears your steps, she looks towards you with an bit of a saddened expression. Her voice tells you a different story however.

"... is he happy?"

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"We all have a time to move on, Tobias. Some of us prolong it, some of us hasten it, but there's a select few people who know when it's time for them to go." Aithwale turns to face you before he continues. "You didn't choose the wrong choice Tobias. My time was nearing, and I was ready to see what the afterlife held for me."

The grungy man stands up, holding the girl close to his chest, as he began to walk back into the woods. The wreckage began to fade away as you see two large gates open behind Aithwale. Beyond the gates is an impossibly dense line of trees, purple-tinted wildlife grazing beyond it with the occasional werebear roar echoing beyond the fence.

"Take care of my daughter. She better not show up here before you, if you know what's good for you."

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"I didn't leave hell. I found my own little slice of heaven in it." The old man smiles as he sees the grungy man reach into the carriage, only to pull out a small child, seemingly that of a gnomic origin. Her hair was orange and bright in the obscuring mist, shining against the fire of the burning carriage wheel off to the side.

"That girl. That girl had gone through so much pain before she could even talk, let alone stand on her feet." The old man beside you places his hand on your shoulder. "I could've taken her out of this world right there, but as savage as this old bear was, I decided to do something else."

The grungy man began rummaging through the wreckage, only to pull out of the rubble and broken boards a small picture frame. You can barely see the words in the mist, but you can tell it was a family. A short dad, likely a gnome. A rather tall mother, likely a human. Then the little girl.

"... some of us aren't in hell for our deeds," the old man grumbles. "Some of us are meant to guide others out of it."

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"... him," the man calmly says as he points to a much more grungy and raggedy man with black hair, yet still clearly built, approaching the carriage crash. He walked slightly hunched, unlike the man that's standing beside you, and you can clearly tell he's been through a lot. The scars on his body were rather fresh, while the man beside you had fair skin.

"This was the day I'd never thought I'd have. The day where my life would change." The man beside you talks as a small tear rolls down his face. "In all of my time on this great world, I never understood how I managed to overcome my savage instincts on this one day."

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You step outside the door, only to find yourself at the sight of a carriage crash, a baby's crying softly piercing your eardrums. Standing in front of you is an old man. Shaggy, but short white hair decorating his head. A large, but well trimmed white beard decorates his face, and it's very clear from his absent shirt that he's quite brawny and built.

His eyes turn to face you as they meet yours.

"... quite the restless soul, aren't we?" the man addresses you before he turns back to face the carriage crash, smiling as if it was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

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Instead of being a normie and saying "RETCON", give us some background on Master Baiter / Troll.

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"Problem with that, though. You've already made a deal with Death, when you picked up my book. Making another deal is nigh-impossible."

"Skeleton's right. You'd needa series of runes 'n summonin' circles to properly do so, 'n we don't got that time."

Above Magdalene and Aithwale floated a blue clock, the hands quickly spinning around the face as your first minute has been used. You're unaware of the circumstances that will occur when the clock finishes ticking away, but you get the feeling that you might not want to know.

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You must be confident in your answer, Skinner. Death's voice boomed through the room as Brock and Westley begin to speak.

"... Aithwale is the more apt choice, what with him being a bear and a man of incredible strength."

"Y'sure it could be the bear though? Jen's an actual knight, to be frank. I'd say it's you, Brock, but we already know you can't make another deal."

"I know, that's why I'm going over the options..."

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Death shrugs as she appears in front of you. She had always been standing there, at least she had been from your memory. Brock was beside Westley in the hallway as Death began to speak to you directly.

Magdalene is alive, but only for a few minutes at best. I am here to take her soul into the ether. If you really wish to keep her here, I do make bargains. Specifically, there is quite the old soul here that I desire to make my knight and pet. Let's see if you can figure it out.

You have... four minutes, Skinner. Figure out who it is, and I'll be willing to give you the deal.

With that, Death vanishes, but the time is still halted. Brock and Westley stand behind you, both kind of indifferent to the situation.