#stinkbugfictive

Well. A certain Stoat often spoke in binary code just to fuck with me. Haha. ,,^^,, He did the same with the others too, but mainly me.

The Stunted Wolf used to speak to me in Runes and such, or at least... That's the closest I can think to put it in human languages. It was definitely much different than whatever Runes exist in this world?

I preferred to speak to everyone in a style of Runes too, though when possible I spoke through bones/bone carvings, difficult to explain. Or I'd write letters to everyone when possible.

The Game Master, he uh... Didn't speak. Unless he had to. He'd write letters or have The Prospector or The Angler speak for him. Partially due to anxiety but also partially because he just, hated talking.

Of course though we had a common language between us all, but we learned each other's mother tongue too out of... Respect, I suppose. Not the exact word I had in mind but it'll do /lh

I was definitely on the older side. In more human terms I'd have been around 60-70ish but due to me not exactly being human (and being a necromancer at that!) I was very healthy for my age and, well uh. If I died I kinda just, came back shortly after.

I was also the eldest of us four Scribes! In order of age, it was me, Leshy (around his 60s), Magnificus (late 50s, probably), and then P03 (a whopping 20ish years of age. Though keep in mind, he is a robot bfndnsjd)

Age didn't really effect any of us mentally or physically much. Except P03, who had to worry about rusting and software issues. We were all in good health though I suppose that's what happens when you're apart of a group of The Most Powerful Beings In Existence In Your World, right? /lh ,,^^,,