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"Yes, I Nerima!" She reaches into her cloak and pulls out a piece of paper with a drawing of a shadowy figure, with what appears to be a human skull for a head. "Z'rika!"
"What is Z'rika?"
"Z'rika is Z'rika!"
"How do you know them?"
"Z'rika raised me!" She looks at the drawing fondly.
"Where is Z'rika now?"
"Around."
"Do you know anyone else?"
She pulls out a quasit. "Jig!"
"A demon?" Sarana looks slightly repulsed.
The quasit speaks in abyssal: "What's wrong, never seen someone as handsome as me?"
"I would have used hideous. And sadly, you're nowhere near the top of the list."
He made a croaking sound. "You're just jealous you don't look this good."
"This Jig!" Nerima also spoke in abyssal.
Idiot. You're the third lowest ranking of demon.
"I can see that!"
Whatever, I don't need to prove myself to the likes of you.
"He my..." She thinks for a moment. "Fami-liar? Familiar!"
More like you're unable to.
"Did Z'rika give him to you?"
"Yes!" She puts Jig away, but as he was put away, he held up a tiny middle finger.
Sarana gives a sickeningly sweet smile in return. "Is Z'rika a demon?"
"Z'rika is Z'rika! I say this already!" She was sounding annoyed again.
"That makes sense."
"Of course! Z'rika is Z'rika. Z'rika not anything else!"
"Could I meet Z'rika?"
"I no know. Z'rika?" She waits for a moment, before focusing back on Sarana. "He no want meet you now."
"That's okay."
Nerima pulls out some bones and starts fiddling with them.
"Do you eat?"
"Yes, I hungry." Her stomach rumbles a bit.
"What do you eat?"
"Food."
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"Yes, I Nerima!" She reaches into her cloak and pulls out a piece of paper with a drawing of a shadowy figure, with what appears to be a human skull for a head. "Z'rika!"
"What is Z'rika?"
"Z'rika is Z'rika!"
"How do you know them?"
"Z'rika raised me!" She looks at the drawing fondly.
"Where is Z'rika now?"
"Around."
"Do you know anyone else?"
She pulls out a quasit. "Jig!"
"A demon?" Sarana looks slightly repulsed.
The quasit speaks in abyssal: "What's wrong, never seen someone as handsome as me?"
"I would have used hideous. And sadly, you're nowhere near the top of the list."
He made a croaking sound. "You're just jealous you don't look this good."
"This Jig!" Nerima also spoke in abyssal.
Idiot. You're the third lowest ranking of demon.
"I can see that!"
Whatever, I don't need to prove myself to the likes of you.
"He my..." She thinks for a moment. "Fami-liar? Familiar!"
More like you're unable to.
"Did Z'rika give him to you?"
"Yes!" She puts Jig away, but as he was put away, he held up a tiny middle finger.
Sarana gives a sickeningly sweet smile in return. "Is Z'rika a demon?"
"Z'rika is Z'rika! I say this already!" She was sounding annoyed again.
"That makes sense."
"Of course! Z'rika is Z'rika. Z'rika not anything else!"
"Could I meet Z'rika?"
"I no know. Z'rika?" She waits for a moment, before focusing back on Sarana. "He no want meet you now."
"That's okay."
Nerima pulls out some bones and starts fiddling with them.
"Do you eat?"
"Yes, I hungry." Her stomach rumbles a bit.
"What do you eat?"
"Food."
Sarana orders some roasted chicken.
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Ettor hears the occasional step and crack of twigs, but thing massively out of the ordinary for a forest - it could simply be a fox or similar.
To be safe, he casts invisibility on himself.
The noises get quieter if he moves away from where he originally heard them.
He circles back to where he heard the noises, being careful to not make any himself.
Stealth: 21
Make a perception check.
13
He sees a set of recent, humanoid footprints, but nothing else.
He follows the footprints out of curiosity.
They lead for quite some distance, along several seemingly pointless twists and turns, before reaching a small clearing and stopping. What does Ettor do?
He stretches before yelling out. "Hey! Anybody there?" He becomes visible again.
No response.
He waits a moment, if there is still no response, he levitates a bit ways up to see the whole clearing.
Perception: 27
It’s fast, and he almost misses it, but the air blurs in front of where he was, as some kind of illusion compensates for his change in position.
He sighs. "I wasn't planning on doing so much magic this morning." He misty steps to the other side of the clearing.
As he does so, as he’s expecting it, a small tent and fire pit become visible for a split second.
"Alright, now I'm getting somewhere." He walks to the area he saw the tent and fire pit.
The illusion flickers and disappears. A staff with a tattered cloak on it is stuck in the ground outside the tent, and there’s glowing embers in the fire pit. The tent is made of layers of animal hide.
Ettor hears the occasional step and crack of twigs, but thing massively out of the ordinary for a forest - it could simply be a fox or similar.
To be safe, he casts invisibility on himself.
The noises get quieter if he moves away from where he originally heard them.
He circles back to where he heard the noises, being careful to not make any himself.
Stealth: 21
Make a perception check.
13
He sees a set of recent, humanoid footprints, but nothing else.
He follows the footprints out of curiosity.
They lead for quite some distance, along several seemingly pointless twists and turns, before reaching a small clearing and stopping. What does Ettor do?
He stretches before yelling out. "Hey! Anybody there?" He becomes visible again.
No response.
He waits a moment, if there is still no response, he levitates a bit ways up to see the whole clearing.
Perception: 27
It’s fast, and he almost misses it, but the air blurs in front of where he was, as some kind of illusion compensates for his change in position.
He sighs. "I wasn't planning on doing so much magic this morning." He misty steps to the other side of the clearing.
As he does so, as he’s expecting it, a small tent and fire pit become visible for a split second.
"Alright, now I'm getting somewhere." He walks to the area he saw the tent and fire pit.
The illusion flickers and disappears. A staff with a tattered cloak on it is stuck in the ground outside the tent, and there’s glowing embers in the fire pit. The tent is made of layers of animal hide.
He goes over to the tent first, and looks inside.
Perception if needed: 18
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"Yes, I Nerima!" She reaches into her cloak and pulls out a piece of paper with a drawing of a shadowy figure, with what appears to be a human skull for a head. "Z'rika!"
"What is Z'rika?"
"Z'rika is Z'rika!"
"How do you know them?"
"Z'rika raised me!" She looks at the drawing fondly.
"Where is Z'rika now?"
"Around."
"Do you know anyone else?"
She pulls out a quasit. "Jig!"
"A demon?" Sarana looks slightly repulsed.
The quasit speaks in abyssal: "What's wrong, never seen someone as handsome as me?"
"I would have used hideous. And sadly, you're nowhere near the top of the list."
He made a croaking sound. "You're just jealous you don't look this good."
"This Jig!" Nerima also spoke in abyssal.
Idiot. You're the third lowest ranking of demon.
"I can see that!"
Whatever, I don't need to prove myself to the likes of you.
"He my..." She thinks for a moment. "Fami-liar? Familiar!"
More like you're unable to.
"Did Z'rika give him to you?"
"Yes!" She puts Jig away, but as he was put away, he held up a tiny middle finger.
Sarana gives a sickeningly sweet smile in return. "Is Z'rika a demon?"
"Z'rika is Z'rika! I say this already!" She was sounding annoyed again.
"That makes sense."
"Of course! Z'rika is Z'rika. Z'rika not anything else!"
"Could I meet Z'rika?"
"I no know. Z'rika?" She waits for a moment, before focusing back on Sarana. "He no want meet you now."
"That's okay."
Nerima pulls out some bones and starts fiddling with them.
"Do you eat?"
"Yes, I hungry." Her stomach rumbles a bit.
"What do you eat?"
"Food."
Sarana orders some roasted chicken.
Nerima sniffs at it a bit before pulling off a leg and biting into it.
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Ettor hears the occasional step and crack of twigs, but thing massively out of the ordinary for a forest - it could simply be a fox or similar.
To be safe, he casts invisibility on himself.
The noises get quieter if he moves away from where he originally heard them.
He circles back to where he heard the noises, being careful to not make any himself.
Stealth: 21
Make a perception check.
13
He sees a set of recent, humanoid footprints, but nothing else.
He follows the footprints out of curiosity.
They lead for quite some distance, along several seemingly pointless twists and turns, before reaching a small clearing and stopping. What does Ettor do?
He stretches before yelling out. "Hey! Anybody there?" He becomes visible again.
No response.
He waits a moment, if there is still no response, he levitates a bit ways up to see the whole clearing.
Perception: 27
It’s fast, and he almost misses it, but the air blurs in front of where he was, as some kind of illusion compensates for his change in position.
He sighs. "I wasn't planning on doing so much magic this morning." He misty steps to the other side of the clearing.
As he does so, as he’s expecting it, a small tent and fire pit become visible for a split second.
"Alright, now I'm getting somewhere." He walks to the area he saw the tent and fire pit.
The illusion flickers and disappears. A staff with a tattered cloak on it is stuck in the ground outside the tent, and there’s glowing embers in the fire pit. The tent is made of layers of animal hide.
He goes over to the tent first, and looks inside.
Perception if needed: 17
There’s no-one in it. A bedroll and a pack of food is arranged neatly in the small space, and it’s warmer than outside.
"Yes." Lazarus thinks for a second. "Do you think I can shape shift?"
"No. I'm getting out of this place, before I'm Taken. Everyone else should, too."
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"Yes, I Nerima!" She reaches into her cloak and pulls out a piece of paper with a drawing of a shadowy figure, with what appears to be a human skull for a head. "Z'rika!"
"What is Z'rika?"
"Z'rika is Z'rika!"
"How do you know them?"
"Z'rika raised me!" She looks at the drawing fondly.
"Where is Z'rika now?"
"Around."
"Do you know anyone else?"
She pulls out a quasit. "Jig!"
"A demon?" Sarana looks slightly repulsed.
The quasit speaks in abyssal: "What's wrong, never seen someone as handsome as me?"
"I would have used hideous. And sadly, you're nowhere near the top of the list."
He made a croaking sound. "You're just jealous you don't look this good."
"This Jig!" Nerima also spoke in abyssal.
Idiot. You're the third lowest ranking of demon.
"I can see that!"
Whatever, I don't need to prove myself to the likes of you.
"He my..." She thinks for a moment. "Fami-liar? Familiar!"
More like you're unable to.
"Did Z'rika give him to you?"
"Yes!" She puts Jig away, but as he was put away, he held up a tiny middle finger.
Sarana gives a sickeningly sweet smile in return. "Is Z'rika a demon?"
"Z'rika is Z'rika! I say this already!" She was sounding annoyed again.
"That makes sense."
"Of course! Z'rika is Z'rika. Z'rika not anything else!"
"Could I meet Z'rika?"
"I no know. Z'rika?" She waits for a moment, before focusing back on Sarana. "He no want meet you now."
"That's okay."
Nerima pulls out some bones and starts fiddling with them.
"Do you eat?"
"Yes, I hungry." Her stomach rumbles a bit.
"What do you eat?"
"Food."
Sarana orders some roasted chicken.
Nerima sniffs at it a bit before pulling off a leg and biting into it.
"Do you like it?"
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Ettor hears the occasional step and crack of twigs, but thing massively out of the ordinary for a forest - it could simply be a fox or similar.
To be safe, he casts invisibility on himself.
The noises get quieter if he moves away from where he originally heard them.
He circles back to where he heard the noises, being careful to not make any himself.
Stealth: 21
Make a perception check.
13
He sees a set of recent, humanoid footprints, but nothing else.
He follows the footprints out of curiosity.
They lead for quite some distance, along several seemingly pointless twists and turns, before reaching a small clearing and stopping. What does Ettor do?
He stretches before yelling out. "Hey! Anybody there?" He becomes visible again.
No response.
He waits a moment, if there is still no response, he levitates a bit ways up to see the whole clearing.
Perception: 27
It’s fast, and he almost misses it, but the air blurs in front of where he was, as some kind of illusion compensates for his change in position.
He sighs. "I wasn't planning on doing so much magic this morning." He misty steps to the other side of the clearing.
As he does so, as he’s expecting it, a small tent and fire pit become visible for a split second.
"Alright, now I'm getting somewhere." He walks to the area he saw the tent and fire pit.
The illusion flickers and disappears. A staff with a tattered cloak on it is stuck in the ground outside the tent, and there’s glowing embers in the fire pit. The tent is made of layers of animal hide.
He goes over to the tent first, and looks inside.
Perception if needed: 17
There’s no-one in it. A bedroll and a pack of food is arranged neatly in the small space, and it’s warmer than outside.
He shrugs and inspects the staff with the cloak on it.
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"Yes, I Nerima!" She reaches into her cloak and pulls out a piece of paper with a drawing of a shadowy figure, with what appears to be a human skull for a head. "Z'rika!"
"What is Z'rika?"
"Z'rika is Z'rika!"
"How do you know them?"
"Z'rika raised me!" She looks at the drawing fondly.
"Where is Z'rika now?"
"Around."
"Do you know anyone else?"
She pulls out a quasit. "Jig!"
"A demon?" Sarana looks slightly repulsed.
The quasit speaks in abyssal: "What's wrong, never seen someone as handsome as me?"
"I would have used hideous. And sadly, you're nowhere near the top of the list."
He made a croaking sound. "You're just jealous you don't look this good."
"This Jig!" Nerima also spoke in abyssal.
Idiot. You're the third lowest ranking of demon.
"I can see that!"
Whatever, I don't need to prove myself to the likes of you.
"He my..." She thinks for a moment. "Fami-liar? Familiar!"
More like you're unable to.
"Did Z'rika give him to you?"
"Yes!" She puts Jig away, but as he was put away, he held up a tiny middle finger.
Sarana gives a sickeningly sweet smile in return. "Is Z'rika a demon?"
"Z'rika is Z'rika! I say this already!" She was sounding annoyed again.
"That makes sense."
"Of course! Z'rika is Z'rika. Z'rika not anything else!"
"Could I meet Z'rika?"
"I no know. Z'rika?" She waits for a moment, before focusing back on Sarana. "He no want meet you now."
"That's okay."
Nerima pulls out some bones and starts fiddling with them.
"Do you eat?"
"Yes, I hungry." Her stomach rumbles a bit.
"What do you eat?"
"Food."
Sarana orders some roasted chicken.
Nerima sniffs at it a bit before pulling off a leg and biting into it.
"Do you like it?"
"Different, but good!"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Ettor hears the occasional step and crack of twigs, but thing massively out of the ordinary for a forest - it could simply be a fox or similar.
To be safe, he casts invisibility on himself.
The noises get quieter if he moves away from where he originally heard them.
He circles back to where he heard the noises, being careful to not make any himself.
Stealth: 21
Make a perception check.
13
He sees a set of recent, humanoid footprints, but nothing else.
He follows the footprints out of curiosity.
They lead for quite some distance, along several seemingly pointless twists and turns, before reaching a small clearing and stopping. What does Ettor do?
He stretches before yelling out. "Hey! Anybody there?" He becomes visible again.
No response.
He waits a moment, if there is still no response, he levitates a bit ways up to see the whole clearing.
Perception: 27
It’s fast, and he almost misses it, but the air blurs in front of where he was, as some kind of illusion compensates for his change in position.
He sighs. "I wasn't planning on doing so much magic this morning." He misty steps to the other side of the clearing.
As he does so, as he’s expecting it, a small tent and fire pit become visible for a split second.
"Alright, now I'm getting somewhere." He walks to the area he saw the tent and fire pit.
The illusion flickers and disappears. A staff with a tattered cloak on it is stuck in the ground outside the tent, and there’s glowing embers in the fire pit. The tent is made of layers of animal hide.
He goes over to the tent first, and looks inside.
Perception if needed: 17
There’s no-one in it. A bedroll and a pack of food is arranged neatly in the small space, and it’s warmer than outside.
He shrugs and inspects the staff with the cloak on it.
A hoarse voice speaks behind him. “I wouldn’t touch that.”
"Yes, I Nerima!" She reaches into her cloak and pulls out a piece of paper with a drawing of a shadowy figure, with what appears to be a human skull for a head. "Z'rika!"
"What is Z'rika?"
"Z'rika is Z'rika!"
"How do you know them?"
"Z'rika raised me!" She looks at the drawing fondly.
"Where is Z'rika now?"
"Around."
"Do you know anyone else?"
She pulls out a quasit. "Jig!"
"A demon?" Sarana looks slightly repulsed.
The quasit speaks in abyssal: "What's wrong, never seen someone as handsome as me?"
"I would have used hideous. And sadly, you're nowhere near the top of the list."
He made a croaking sound. "You're just jealous you don't look this good."
"This Jig!" Nerima also spoke in abyssal.
Idiot. You're the third lowest ranking of demon.
"I can see that!"
Whatever, I don't need to prove myself to the likes of you.
"He my..." She thinks for a moment. "Fami-liar? Familiar!"
More like you're unable to.
"Did Z'rika give him to you?"
"Yes!" She puts Jig away, but as he was put away, he held up a tiny middle finger.
Sarana gives a sickeningly sweet smile in return. "Is Z'rika a demon?"
"Z'rika is Z'rika! I say this already!" She was sounding annoyed again.
"That makes sense."
"Of course! Z'rika is Z'rika. Z'rika not anything else!"
"Could I meet Z'rika?"
"I no know. Z'rika?" She waits for a moment, before focusing back on Sarana. "He no want meet you now."
"That's okay."
Nerima pulls out some bones and starts fiddling with them.
"Do you eat?"
"Yes, I hungry." Her stomach rumbles a bit.
"What do you eat?"
"Food."
Sarana orders some roasted chicken.
Nerima sniffs at it a bit before pulling off a leg and biting into it.
"Do you like it?"
"Different, but good!"
Sarana smiles. "That's good."
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Ettor hears the occasional step and crack of twigs, but thing massively out of the ordinary for a forest - it could simply be a fox or similar.
To be safe, he casts invisibility on himself.
The noises get quieter if he moves away from where he originally heard them.
He circles back to where he heard the noises, being careful to not make any himself.
Stealth: 21
Make a perception check.
13
He sees a set of recent, humanoid footprints, but nothing else.
He follows the footprints out of curiosity.
They lead for quite some distance, along several seemingly pointless twists and turns, before reaching a small clearing and stopping. What does Ettor do?
He stretches before yelling out. "Hey! Anybody there?" He becomes visible again.
No response.
He waits a moment, if there is still no response, he levitates a bit ways up to see the whole clearing.
Perception: 27
It’s fast, and he almost misses it, but the air blurs in front of where he was, as some kind of illusion compensates for his change in position.
He sighs. "I wasn't planning on doing so much magic this morning." He misty steps to the other side of the clearing.
As he does so, as he’s expecting it, a small tent and fire pit become visible for a split second.
"Alright, now I'm getting somewhere." He walks to the area he saw the tent and fire pit.
The illusion flickers and disappears. A staff with a tattered cloak on it is stuck in the ground outside the tent, and there’s glowing embers in the fire pit. The tent is made of layers of animal hide.
He goes over to the tent first, and looks inside.
Perception if needed: 17
There’s no-one in it. A bedroll and a pack of food is arranged neatly in the small space, and it’s warmer than outside.
He shrugs and inspects the staff with the cloak on it.
A hoarse voice speaks behind him. “I wouldn’t touch that.”
He looks back. "How come? Not like it'll kill me, at least, not permanently."
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"Yes." Lazarus thinks for a second. "Do you think I can shape shift?"
"No. I'm getting out of this place, before I'm Taken. Everyone else should, too."
Lazarus drinks a vial of blood, turns into a greater vampire, and shapeshifter into mist
Wraith-6 hurdles over the bar and takes cover behind it, pointing their blaster back and forth at the mist.
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"You again? You're one with pinkeye, right?"
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"Food."
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I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Sarana orders some roasted chicken.
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The illusion flickers and disappears. A staff with a tattered cloak on it is stuck in the ground outside the tent, and there’s glowing embers in the fire pit. The tent is made of layers of animal hide.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"Yes." Lazarus thinks for a second. "Do you think I can shape shift?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He goes over to the tent first, and looks inside.
Perception if needed: 18
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Nerima sniffs at it a bit before pulling off a leg and biting into it.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
There’s no-one in it. A bedroll and a pack of food is arranged neatly in the small space, and it’s warmer than outside.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"No. I'm getting out of this place, before I'm Taken. Everyone else should, too."
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"So what is your name?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Do you like it?"
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
Lazarus drinks a vial of blood, turns into a greater vampire, and shapeshifter into mist
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He shrugs and inspects the staff with the cloak on it.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
“I’m sure..”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"Different, but good!"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
A hoarse voice speaks behind him. “I wouldn’t touch that.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
Sarana smiles. "That's good."
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He looks back. "How come? Not like it'll kill me, at least, not permanently."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"So what is your name?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Wraith-6 hurdles over the bar and takes cover behind it, pointing their blaster back and forth at the mist.
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