Theren is near the back corner writing on a sheet of paper. He occasionally scratches outs some words.
Blitz is investigating the woods.
Zdzislaw and Robert (the puppet) are walking with him.
You are waking through the woods when you hear a strange grunting filling the empty spaces of the air. You follow the sound until you come to a desolate, run-down house. Its barely keeping itself from falling into a pile of rubbish. It windows are missing, the walls are covered with dirt, mildew, and grime. The small front porch is caved in and splintered with rotting wood. The roof overhead is falling inwards. The grunting noise is coming from inside, just passed the rotting door frame
Theren is near the back corner writing on a sheet of paper. He occasionally scratches outs some words.
Blitz is investigating the woods.
Zdzislaw and Robert (the puppet) are walking with him.
You are waking through the woods when you hear a strange grunting filling the empty spaces of the air. You follow the sound until you come to a desolate, run-down house. Its barely keeping itself from falling into a pile of rubbish. It windows are missing, the walls are covered with dirt, mildew, and grime. The small front porch is caved in and splintered with rotting wood. The roof overhead is falling inwards. The grunting noise is coming from inside, just passed the rotting door frame
Blitz takes out his knife and approaches the door
As you wander inside, whether it be by curiosity or by stupidity, a large mass pile of shuddering flesh is suddenly in front of you. Its large bobbly head Peers at you as its mouth opens and closes as if it is breathing. You can see many rows of sharp in its mouth. Its skin is a sickening grey—brown-pink color, like rotten flesh. It has multitudes of arms, some large and muscular, others withered and small. Thick dirty skulls sit between the arms on its back, they peer at you with dead stares. It stares at you for a few seconds more beyond letting out a terrible shriek and rushing at you.
Theren is near the back corner writing on a sheet of paper. He occasionally scratches outs some words.
Blitz is investigating the woods.
Zdzislaw and Robert (the puppet) are walking with him.
You are waking through the woods when you hear a strange grunting filling the empty spaces of the air. You follow the sound until you come to a desolate, run-down house. Its barely keeping itself from falling into a pile of rubbish. It windows are missing, the walls are covered with dirt, mildew, and grime. The small front porch is caved in and splintered with rotting wood. The roof overhead is falling inwards. The grunting noise is coming from inside, just passed the rotting door frame
Blitz takes out his knife and approaches the door
As you wander inside, whether it be by curiosity or by stupidity, a large mass pile of shuddering flesh is suddenly in front of you. Its large bobbly head Peers at you as its mouth opens and closes as if it is breathing. You can see many rows of sharp in its mouth. Its skin is a sickening grey—brown-pink color, like rotten flesh. It has multitudes of arms, some large and muscular, others withered and small. Thick dirty skulls sit between the arms on its back, they peer at you with dead stares. It stares at you for a few seconds more beyond letting out a terrible shriek and rushing at you.
Theren is near the back corner writing on a sheet of paper. He occasionally scratches outs some words.
Blitz is investigating the woods.
Zdzislaw and Robert (the puppet) are walking with him.
You are waking through the woods when you hear a strange grunting filling the empty spaces of the air. You follow the sound until you come to a desolate, run-down house. Its barely keeping itself from falling into a pile of rubbish. It windows are missing, the walls are covered with dirt, mildew, and grime. The small front porch is caved in and splintered with rotting wood. The roof overhead is falling inwards. The grunting noise is coming from inside, just passed the rotting door frame
Blitz takes out his knife and approaches the door
As you wander inside, whether it be by curiosity or by stupidity, a large mass pile of shuddering flesh is suddenly in front of you. Its large bobbly head Peers at you as its mouth opens and closes as if it is breathing. You can see many rows of sharp in its mouth. Its skin is a sickening grey—brown-pink color, like rotten flesh. It has multitudes of arms, some large and muscular, others withered and small. Thick dirty skulls sit between the arms on its back, they peer at you with dead stares. It stares at you for a few seconds more beyond letting out a terrible shriek and rushing at you.
"Oh lord...." Blitz starts to run away.
It screeches violent and thrashes its head back and forth, not in a offensive way but in a defensive way.
Theren is near the back corner writing on a sheet of paper. He occasionally scratches outs some words.
Blitz is investigating the woods.
Zdzislaw and Robert (the puppet) are walking with him.
You are waking through the woods when you hear a strange grunting filling the empty spaces of the air. You follow the sound until you come to a desolate, run-down house. Its barely keeping itself from falling into a pile of rubbish. It windows are missing, the walls are covered with dirt, mildew, and grime. The small front porch is caved in and splintered with rotting wood. The roof overhead is falling inwards. The grunting noise is coming from inside, just passed the rotting door frame
Blitz takes out his knife and approaches the door
As you wander inside, whether it be by curiosity or by stupidity, a large mass pile of shuddering flesh is suddenly in front of you. Its large bobbly head Peers at you as its mouth opens and closes as if it is breathing. You can see many rows of sharp in its mouth. Its skin is a sickening grey—brown-pink color, like rotten flesh. It has multitudes of arms, some large and muscular, others withered and small. Thick dirty skulls sit between the arms on its back, they peer at you with dead stares. It stares at you for a few seconds more beyond letting out a terrible shriek and rushing at you.
"Oh lord...." Blitz starts to run away.
It screeches violent and thrashes its head back and forth, not in a offensive way but in a defensive way.
Zdzislaw interposes Robert between Blitz and the Dredge.
Theren is near the back corner writing on a sheet of paper. He occasionally scratches outs some words.
Blitz is investigating the woods.
Zdzislaw and Robert (the puppet) are walking with him.
You are waking through the woods when you hear a strange grunting filling the empty spaces of the air. You follow the sound until you come to a desolate, run-down house. Its barely keeping itself from falling into a pile of rubbish. It windows are missing, the walls are covered with dirt, mildew, and grime. The small front porch is caved in and splintered with rotting wood. The roof overhead is falling inwards. The grunting noise is coming from inside, just passed the rotting door frame
Blitz takes out his knife and approaches the door
As you wander inside, whether it be by curiosity or by stupidity, a large mass pile of shuddering flesh is suddenly in front of you. Its large bobbly head Peers at you as its mouth opens and closes as if it is breathing. You can see many rows of sharp in its mouth. Its skin is a sickening grey—brown-pink color, like rotten flesh. It has multitudes of arms, some large and muscular, others withered and small. Thick dirty skulls sit between the arms on its back, they peer at you with dead stares. It stares at you for a few seconds more beyond letting out a terrible shriek and rushing at you.
"Oh lord...." Blitz starts to run away.
It screeches violent and thrashes its head back and forth, not in a offensive way but in a defensive way.
Zdzislaw interposes Robert between Blitz and the Dredge.
It doesnt seem to come out of its home. its long arms thrash a bit.
Theren is near the back corner writing on a sheet of paper. He occasionally scratches outs some words.
Blitz is investigating the woods.
Zdzislaw and Robert (the puppet) are walking with him.
You are waking through the woods when you hear a strange grunting filling the empty spaces of the air. You follow the sound until you come to a desolate, run-down house. Its barely keeping itself from falling into a pile of rubbish. It windows are missing, the walls are covered with dirt, mildew, and grime. The small front porch is caved in and splintered with rotting wood. The roof overhead is falling inwards. The grunting noise is coming from inside, just passed the rotting door frame
Blitz takes out his knife and approaches the door
As you wander inside, whether it be by curiosity or by stupidity, a large mass pile of shuddering flesh is suddenly in front of you. Its large bobbly head Peers at you as its mouth opens and closes as if it is breathing. You can see many rows of sharp in its mouth. Its skin is a sickening grey—brown-pink color, like rotten flesh. It has multitudes of arms, some large and muscular, others withered and small. Thick dirty skulls sit between the arms on its back, they peer at you with dead stares. It stares at you for a few seconds more beyond letting out a terrible shriek and rushing at you.
"Oh lord...." Blitz starts to run away.
It screeches violent and thrashes its head back and forth, not in a offensive way but in a defensive way.
Zdzislaw interposes Robert between Blitz and the Dredge.
It doesnt seem to come out of its home. its long arms thrash a bit.
Blitz pulls out a lighter and a bottle of whiskey with a rag stuffed down the neck on the bottle. He then lights the rag on fire and throws it at the house.
Xan is inside, resting on one of rafters while smoking. His leg dangles off and waves in the air a bit.
<DBD Encounter>
-Survivor-
A Young man, around the age of 20-30 is sitting at the bar. His body is muscular but is tattooed in scars and bruises. His skin is fair, slightly tanned and slightly caked in sweat. His short brown hair is shaven around the sides and sticks up in the front. His amber-brown eyes dart around the room while sipping his ale. He is dressed in a comfortable outfit, a simple t-shirt, green jacket, beige slacks, and boots.
-Killer-
The woods are filled with howling screams from something that is far from human or animal. Animals seem to hide from sight, no birds or crickets make noise, it starts getting eerily quiet then the howling and screams start back up again.
Emmet looks up at him from the ground.
Xan looks down and smiles "Hey cowboy"
Emmet cranes his neck. "Cowboy?"
"Yep" he purred
"What's a cowboy?"
"Ugh, nevermind" he said and jumped down
"Okay, but what is a cowboy?"
"Like I said, forget it" he said and chuckled
"Fine. Want to grab a drink?"
"sure" he said and followed, leaning on Emmet
Emmet bears the weight and walks to the bar.
Xan sits down with a smile on his face
Emmet takes a seat next to him and orders a coffee.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Theren is near the back corner writing on a sheet of paper. He occasionally scratches outs some words.
Blitz is investigating the woods.
Zdzislaw and Robert (the puppet) are walking with him.
You are waking through the woods when you hear a strange grunting filling the empty spaces of the air. You follow the sound until you come to a desolate, run-down house. Its barely keeping itself from falling into a pile of rubbish. It windows are missing, the walls are covered with dirt, mildew, and grime. The small front porch is caved in and splintered with rotting wood. The roof overhead is falling inwards. The grunting noise is coming from inside, just passed the rotting door frame
Blitz takes out his knife and approaches the door
As you wander inside, whether it be by curiosity or by stupidity, a large mass pile of shuddering flesh is suddenly in front of you. Its large bobbly head Peers at you as its mouth opens and closes as if it is breathing. You can see many rows of sharp in its mouth. Its skin is a sickening grey—brown-pink color, like rotten flesh. It has multitudes of arms, some large and muscular, others withered and small. Thick dirty skulls sit between the arms on its back, they peer at you with dead stares. It stares at you for a few seconds more beyond letting out a terrible shriek and rushing at you.
"Oh lord...." Blitz starts to run away.
It screeches violent and thrashes its head back and forth, not in a offensive way but in a defensive way.
Zdzislaw interposes Robert between Blitz and the Dredge.
It doesnt seem to come out of its home. its long arms thrash a bit.
Blitz pulls out a lighter and a bottle of whiskey with a rag stuffed down the neck on the bottle. He then lights the rag on fire and throws it at the house.
Robert tries to grab the bottle before it hits the shack. Dex: 23
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Blitz takes out his knife and approaches the door
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As you wander inside, whether it be by curiosity or by stupidity, a large mass pile of shuddering flesh is suddenly in front of you. Its large bobbly head Peers at you as its mouth opens and closes as if it is breathing. You can see many rows of sharp in its mouth. Its skin is a sickening grey—brown-pink color, like rotten flesh. It has multitudes of arms, some large and muscular, others withered and small. Thick dirty skulls sit between the arms on its back, they peer at you with dead stares. It stares at you for a few seconds more beyond letting out a terrible shriek and rushing at you.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"You need sleep my friend" she said warmly
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Oh lord...." Blitz starts to run away.
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"My name is Zdzislaw Frantisek. I used to work for the Frantisek Carnival of Opulence. I got better, though."
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"Not really." Theren says while continuing to write.
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It screeches violent and thrashes its head back and forth, not in a offensive way but in a defensive way.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Interesting. Doctor Blitzen. Blitz for short. I used to work at Jaleshaw hospital."
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She rolls her eyes and sighs "Don't make me cast sleep on you"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Zdzislaw interposes Robert between Blitz and the Dredge.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"That sounds nice. Well, admittedly not really, but you were helping people, which is better than a lot of jobs."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It doesnt seem to come out of its home. its long arms thrash a bit.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"That would be insulting." Theren says while pointing his pencil at her.
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Blitz pulls out a lighter and a bottle of whiskey with a rag stuffed down the neck on the bottle. He then lights the rag on fire and throws it at the house.
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She chuckles and repeats herself "You need sleep"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Yes I was helping those who needed it."
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"Later. I'm finishing a letter."
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Emmet takes a seat next to him and orders a coffee.
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Robert tries to grab the bottle before it hits the shack. Dex: 23
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Breathgiver of the Strugels