"I guessed correctly. What's your go-to spell? Create Undead, Danse Macabre?" It dips a claw in Ink and begins to write on a piece of parchment. "What about Colossus Grotesque? That's a fun one."
"I uh... got it myself. I had to go to this old cave system filled with monsters. It was so deep down that the gravity nearly squished me. It might have been close to Hell, 'cause it was really hot too."
"Heh. Evil is not our goal. It may be yours, but we don't have the liberty of not caring about anyone. We had a family once. Children. But the mortals took thosr away from us. So we're going to cure their mortality. Their morality. Their cruelty. But first, they must learn the depths of their foolishness."
“Probably Create Undead.” He answers after thinking for a second.
“You did that for me???” Mauric hugs him even tighter. “You didn’t have to do that!!! You’re crazy, man!”
“Well while you’re ‘curing them’ or whatever, you can let me reign in sin and debauchery. I wanna show that little [gp] Graz’zt that he’s not the only one who can get things done.”
"I know some ways to alter that spell. Ever heard of a Spell Catalyst? Small, sacrificial objects to supplement a spell's material components. Most think creating Shadows, Ghosts, Wraiths, and even Skull Lords are difficult. But all you need is the right reagents."
"I know. But I wanted to get you something really cool! You're one of my best friends, so you deserve the best!"
"Feel free. Kill, eat, ****, pillage. Not my problem. I despise Mortalkind, and I assure you whatever you've done, I've seen it and have possible done it myself before. But nowadays I'm a lot lazier." It lays its head on his lap.
"I guessed correctly. What's your go-to spell? Create Undead, Danse Macabre?" It dips a claw in Ink and begins to write on a piece of parchment. "What about Colossus Grotesque? That's a fun one."
"I uh... got it myself. I had to go to this old cave system filled with monsters. It was so deep down that the gravity nearly squished me. It might have been close to Hell, 'cause it was really hot too."
"Heh. Evil is not our goal. It may be yours, but we don't have the liberty of not caring about anyone. We had a family once. Children. But the mortals took thosr away from us. So we're going to cure their mortality. Their morality. Their cruelty. But first, they must learn the depths of their foolishness."
“Probably Create Undead.” He answers after thinking for a second.
“You did that for me???” Mauric hugs him even tighter. “You didn’t have to do that!!! You’re crazy, man!”
“Well while you’re ‘curing them’ or whatever, you can let me reign in sin and debauchery. I wanna show that little [gp] Graz’zt that he’s not the only one who can get things done.”
"I know some ways to alter that spell. Ever heard of a Spell Catalyst? Small, sacrificial objects to supplement a spell's material components. Most think creating Shadows, Ghosts, Wraiths, and even Skull Lords are difficult. But all you need is the right reagents."
"I know. But I wanted to get you something really cool! You're one of my best friends, so you deserve the best!"
"Feel free. Kill, eat, ****, pillage. Not my problem. I despise Mortalkind, and I assure you whatever you've done, I've seen it and have possible done it myself before. But nowadays I'm a lot lazier." It lays its head on his lap.
“Ah. I do create plenty of shadows… their intangible nature makes them easy to use in bulk.”
“Thank you so much. I got you something nice, but nowhere near as amazing as this.”
*did you mean the f word or the r word?*
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I know some ways to alter that spell. Ever heard of a Spell Catalyst? Small, sacrificial objects to supplement a spell's material components. Most think creating Shadows, Ghosts, Wraiths, and even Skull Lords are difficult. But all you need is the right reagents."
"I know. But I wanted to get you something really cool! You're one of my best friends, so you deserve the best!"
"Feel free. Kill, eat, ****, pillage. Not my problem. I despise Mortalkind, and I assure you whatever you've done, I've seen it and have possible done it myself before. But nowadays I'm a lot lazier." It lays its head on his lap.
“Ah. I do create plenty of shadows… their intangible nature makes them easy to use in bulk.”
“Thank you so much. I got you something nice, but nowhere near as amazing as this.”
*did you mean the f word or the r word?*
"Interesting. They are some of the most dangerous that I've found, especially given their propensity to reproduce. Although I will say they aren't good for utility. I personally prefer creating demons to using undead, but necromancy is an under-utilized craft, and can easily be a beautiful one."
"Honestly? I'm happy you chose to get me anything at all. Even a pair of nice socks would be better than what I got most Christmases."
*Would Riotan care? But it was the R word. I'll actually not use that word in the future, though. It's a nasty one, and I wasn't thinking about how I could potentially trigger anyone here.*
"I know some ways to alter that spell. Ever heard of a Spell Catalyst? Small, sacrificial objects to supplement a spell's material components. Most think creating Shadows, Ghosts, Wraiths, and even Skull Lords are difficult. But all you need is the right reagents."
"I know. But I wanted to get you something really cool! You're one of my best friends, so you deserve the best!"
"Feel free. Kill, eat, ****, pillage. Not my problem. I despise Mortalkind, and I assure you whatever you've done, I've seen it and have possible done it myself before. But nowadays I'm a lot lazier." It lays its head on his lap.
“Ah. I do create plenty of shadows… their intangible nature makes them easy to use in bulk.”
“Thank you so much. I got you something nice, but nowhere near as amazing as this.”
*did you mean the f word or the r word?*
"Interesting. They are some of the most dangerous that I've found, especially given their propensity to reproduce. Although I will say they aren't good for utility. I personally prefer creating demons to using undead, but necromancy is an under-utilized craft, and can easily be a beautiful one."
"Honestly? I'm happy you chose to get me anything at all. Even a pair of nice socks would be better than what I got most Christmases."
*Would Riotan care? But it was the R word. I'll actually not use that word in the future, though. It's a nasty one, and I wasn't thinking about how I could potentially trigger anyone here.*
“Oh, most certainly. Necromancy harnesses the most fundamental energies of all the multiverse!”
Mauric takes out a gift bag and hands it to him. “A nice pair of socks is always great, but I tend to wear open toed shoes ‘cause of the claws.”
*…yeah, he would care. He never sexually assaults anyone, and violently murdered Anna’s would-be abuser. Even Evil Has Standards. He’s a hedonist, but that doesn’t make him entirely boundless.*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Samaritan is outside, preparing what appears to be a huge feast. He has already set out brussel sprouts with bacon, a whole roast boar, three roast chickens, steamed broccoli, roast broccoli, mashed potatoes, a rack of lamb ribs, ground owlbear lasagna, stuffed cheese tortellini, stuffed shells, baked oysters, raw mollusk, baked possum heads, fired spiders, chocolate and cherry pie, Button Mushroom bites, and chocolate lava cakes.
It looks like anyone is welcome to join in the Christmas meal.
In Samaritan's office, something lurks in the shadows. A long claw, so deep blue it looks like it's made of tar, reaches out of the shadows and places a present from Felix on the desk. "Your wish is our command, small friend..."
And just like that, the security system in Samaritan's office goes off. He is suddenly teleported there, knife in hand "Who the hell is in here?!?" He bellows.
The thing in the shadows flows like water, twitching and shaking unnaturally. "Would you believe me if I said I was a distant universe's embodiment of ultimate evil who is currently playing Santa?"
His entire body erupts into fiery flames, a black-boned skeleton with three heads staring back at him "I don't care. No one is allowed back here."
Samaritan is outside, preparing what appears to be a huge feast. He has already set out brussel sprouts with bacon, a whole roast boar, three roast chickens, steamed broccoli, roast broccoli, mashed potatoes, a rack of lamb ribs, ground owlbear lasagna, stuffed cheese tortellini, stuffed shells, baked oysters, raw mollusk, baked possum heads, fired spiders, chocolate and cherry pie, Button Mushroom bites, and chocolate lava cakes.
It looks like anyone is welcome to join in the Christmas meal.
Riotan pulls up energetically. “Can I help?”
Samaritan looks down at him "You can help by eating.'
“You sure? I wanna be useful!”
"You are useful." He kisses the top of his head.
“Awww…” Rio kisses him back and sits down.
Samaritan sets a plate of conger eels and freshwater eels in front of him. Their still writhing about on the plate.
Samaritan is outside, preparing what appears to be a huge feast. He has already set out brussel sprouts with bacon, a whole roast boar, three roast chickens, steamed broccoli, roast broccoli, mashed potatoes, a rack of lamb ribs, ground owlbear lasagna, stuffed cheese tortellini, stuffed shells, baked oysters, raw mollusk, baked possum heads, fired spiders, chocolate and cherry pie, Button Mushroom bites, and chocolate lava cakes.
It looks like anyone is welcome to join in the Christmas meal.
Riotan pulls up energetically. “Can I help?”
Samaritan looks down at him "You can help by eating.'
“You sure? I wanna be useful!”
"You are useful." He kisses the top of his head.
“Awww…” Rio kisses him back and sits down.
Samaritan sets a plate of conger eels and freshwater eels in front of him. They’re still writhing about on the plate.
“Thank you so much!!!~” He grins widely and begins devouring the critters with relish.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The thing in the shadows flows like water, twitching and shaking unnaturally. "Would you believe me if I said I was a distant universe's embodiment of ultimate evil who is currently playing Santa?"
His entire body erupts into fiery flames, a black-boned skeleton with three heads staring back at him "I don't care. No one is allowed back here."
"You did ask. I was just delivering a present by Felix's request. Hope you enjoy, friend." Is slithers back into the darkness.
The guilt house, from the looks of it, has fallen into disrepair due to Home breaking free. Home, currently, is having a bit of a an issue adjusting to the reality that he is free and has taken up sitting in the tavern basement because that is all he has ever known. He refuses to take off the mental hospital clothing he has on for years, despite it now growing more dirty by the second.
Samaritan is outside, preparing what appears to be a huge feast. He has already set out brussel sprouts with bacon, a whole roast boar, three roast chickens, steamed broccoli, roast broccoli, mashed potatoes, a rack of lamb ribs, ground owlbear lasagna, stuffed cheese tortellini, stuffed shells, baked oysters, raw mollusk, baked possum heads, fired spiders, chocolate and cherry pie, Button Mushroom bites, and chocolate lava cakes.
It looks like anyone is welcome to join in the Christmas meal.
Riotan pulls up energetically. “Can I help?”
Samaritan looks down at him "You can help by eating.'
“You sure? I wanna be useful!”
"You are useful." He kisses the top of his head.
“Awww…” Rio kisses him back and sits down.
Samaritan sets a plate of conger eels and freshwater eels in front of him. They’re still writhing about on the plate.
“Thank you so much!!!~” He grins widely and begins devouring the critters with relish.
"I know you like them a lot." He said "If you ever want a variety, I go catch some for you."
The guilt house, from the looks of it, has fallen into disrepair due to Home breaking free. Home, currently, is having a bit of a an issue adjusting to the reality that he is free and has taken up sitting in the tavern basement because that is all he has ever known. He refuses to take off the mental hospital clothing he has on for years, despite it now growing more dirty by the second.
Loriche is making him some traditional minotaur-style garments, along with minor built-in armor.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The thing in the shadows flows like water, twitching and shaking unnaturally. "Would you believe me if I said I was a distant universe's embodiment of ultimate evil who is currently playing Santa?"
His entire body erupts into fiery flames, a black-boned skeleton with three heads staring back at him "I don't care. No one is allowed back here."
"You did ask. I was just delivering a present by Felix's request. Hope you enjoy, friend." Is slithers back into the darkness.
Samaritan grunts and picks it up. He carefully unwraps it in case it isn't exactly from Felix.
The guilt house, from the looks of it, has fallen into disrepair due to Home breaking free. Home, currently, is having a bit of a an issue adjusting to the reality that he is free and has taken up sitting in the tavern basement because that is all he has ever known. He refuses to take off the mental hospital clothing he has on for years, despite it now growing more dirty by the second.
Loriche is making him some traditional minotaur-style garments, along with minor built-in armor.
He watches her from where he sits, knees to his chest.
Samaritan is outside, preparing what appears to be a huge feast. He has already set out brussel sprouts with bacon, a whole roast boar, three roast chickens, steamed broccoli, roast broccoli, mashed potatoes, a rack of lamb ribs, ground owlbear lasagna, stuffed cheese tortellini, stuffed shells, baked oysters, raw mollusk, baked possum heads, fired spiders, chocolate and cherry pie, Button Mushroom bites, and chocolate lava cakes.
It looks like anyone is welcome to join in the Christmas meal.
Riotan pulls up energetically. “Can I help?”
Samaritan looks down at him "You can help by eating.'
“You sure? I wanna be useful!”
"You are useful." He kisses the top of his head.
“Awww…” Rio kisses him back and sits down.
Samaritan sets a plate of conger eels and freshwater eels in front of him. They’re still writhing about on the plate.
“Thank you so much!!!~” He grins widely and begins devouring the critters with relish.
"I know you like them a lot." He said "If you ever want a variety, I go catch some for you."
“You’re so sweet, but I can catch them myself. Thanks for offering though.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Interesting. They are some of the most dangerous that I've found, especially given their propensity to reproduce. Although I will say they aren't good for utility. I personally prefer creating demons to using undead, but necromancy is an under-utilized craft, and can easily be a beautiful one."
"Honestly? I'm happy you chose to get me anything at all. Even a pair of nice socks would be better than what I got most Christmases."
*Would Riotan care? But it was the R word. I'll actually not use that word in the future, though. It's a nasty one, and I wasn't thinking about how I could potentially trigger anyone here.*
“Oh, most certainly. Necromancy harnesses the most fundamental energies of all the multiverse!”
Mauric takes out a gift bag and hands it to him. “A nice pair of socks is always great, but I tend to wear open toed shoes ‘cause of the claws.”
*…yeah, he would care. He never sexually assaults anyone, and violently murdered Anna’s would-be abuser. Even Evil Has Standards. He’s a hedonist, but that doesn’t make him entirely boundless.*
"True. Have you tried inverted necromancy before? The creation of living beings? Harder to control, but a worthwhile effort for some people. It's different from most conjuration in that you create instead of summoning. Some people call it biomancy, but I think that's categorization for its own sake."
"Yeah, makes sense. I usually wear snow geta." Felix opens it.
*The Abyss hasn't done it either. Actually, it would probably find mortal procreation utterly disgusting now that I think about it. I was wondering how I would deal with that issue morally, given that this is supposed to be an amoral enabler, but I think that would be a line too far.*
Samaritan is outside, preparing what appears to be a huge feast. He has already set out brussel sprouts with bacon, a whole roast boar, three roast chickens, steamed broccoli, roast broccoli, mashed potatoes, a rack of lamb ribs, ground owlbear lasagna, stuffed cheese tortellini, stuffed shells, baked oysters, raw mollusk, baked possum heads, fired spiders, chocolate and cherry pie, Button Mushroom bites, and chocolate lava cakes.
It looks like anyone is welcome to join in the Christmas meal.
Riotan pulls up energetically. “Can I help?”
Samaritan looks down at him "You can help by eating.'
“You sure? I wanna be useful!”
"You are useful." He kisses the top of his head.
“Awww…” Rio kisses him back and sits down.
Samaritan sets a plate of conger eels and freshwater eels in front of him. They’re still writhing about on the plate.
“Thank you so much!!!~” He grins widely and begins devouring the critters with relish.
"I know you like them a lot." He said "If you ever want a variety, I go catch some for you."
“You’re so sweet, but I can catch them myself. Thanks for offering though.”
He nods "As you wish."
He looks around for a moment, as if looking for someone, before taking off his mask. The two heads on either side of his middle one disappear into ash. He has inky black skin, it could rival the darkness in caverns below. His eyes are pure white like snow. He has short blonde hair that is cut into a military style. He ruffles his hair and sighs "Been awhile.."
The guilt house, from the looks of it, has fallen into disrepair due to Home breaking free. Home, currently, is having a bit of a an issue adjusting to the reality that he is free and has taken up sitting in the tavern basement because that is all he has ever known. He refuses to take off the mental hospital clothing he has on for years, despite it now growing more dirty by the second.
Loriche is making him some traditional minotaur-style garments, along with minor built-in armor.
He watches her from where he sits, knees to his chest.
She goes over to him and sets down a coarse yet cozy wool tunic and undershirt along with leggings and undergarments. The external garments contain light armor plates along the sleeves and front. “Don’t feel the need to cover up or anything; you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The thing in the shadows flows like water, twitching and shaking unnaturally. "Would you believe me if I said I was a distant universe's embodiment of ultimate evil who is currently playing Santa?"
His entire body erupts into fiery flames, a black-boned skeleton with three heads staring back at him "I don't care. No one is allowed back here."
"You did ask. I was just delivering a present by Felix's request. Hope you enjoy, friend." Is slithers back into the darkness.
Samaritan grunts and picks it up. He carefully unwraps it in case it isn't exactly from Felix.
It is a set of tie-bars shaped like skeletal snakes with black gemstones for eyes. There is a certificate of authenticity, explaining that they are made from Grade-A cold-worked Snailsteel and "black salt-diamonds," whatever those are. "Reminded me of you and Rio," says the note in Felix's handwriting. "Merry Christmas!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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"I know some ways to alter that spell. Ever heard of a Spell Catalyst? Small, sacrificial objects to supplement a spell's material components. Most think creating Shadows, Ghosts, Wraiths, and even Skull Lords are difficult. But all you need is the right reagents."
"I know. But I wanted to get you something really cool! You're one of my best friends, so you deserve the best!"
"Feel free. Kill, eat, ****, pillage. Not my problem. I despise Mortalkind, and I assure you whatever you've done, I've seen it and have possible done it myself before. But nowadays I'm a lot lazier." It lays its head on his lap.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Ah. I do create plenty of shadows… their intangible nature makes them easy to use in bulk.”
“Thank you so much. I got you something nice, but nowhere near as amazing as this.”
*did you mean the f word or the r word?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*There's a mask with the wonderful property of allowing you to set yourself on fire!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*oh, i can do that without a mask. You Gen Alpha liberals, always needing help*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Interesting. They are some of the most dangerous that I've found, especially given their propensity to reproduce. Although I will say they aren't good for utility. I personally prefer creating demons to using undead, but necromancy is an under-utilized craft, and can easily be a beautiful one."
"Honestly? I'm happy you chose to get me anything at all. Even a pair of nice socks would be better than what I got most Christmases."
*Would Riotan care? But it was the R word. I'll actually not use that word in the future, though. It's a nasty one, and I wasn't thinking about how I could potentially trigger anyone here.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Oh, most certainly. Necromancy harnesses the most fundamental energies of all the multiverse!”
Mauric takes out a gift bag and hands it to him. “A nice pair of socks is always great, but I tend to wear open toed shoes ‘cause of the claws.”
*…yeah, he would care. He never sexually assaults anyone, and violently murdered Anna’s would-be abuser. Even Evil Has Standards. He’s a hedonist, but that doesn’t make him entirely boundless.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
His entire body erupts into fiery flames, a black-boned skeleton with three heads staring back at him "I don't care. No one is allowed back here."
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
Samaritan sets a plate of conger eels and freshwater eels in front of him. Their still writhing about on the plate.
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
“Thank you so much!!!~” He grins widely and begins devouring the critters with relish.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"You did ask. I was just delivering a present by Felix's request. Hope you enjoy, friend." Is slithers back into the darkness.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Speaking of. CHRISTMAS HIJINKS!*.
The guilt house, from the looks of it, has fallen into disrepair due to Home breaking free. Home, currently, is having a bit of a an issue adjusting to the reality that he is free and has taken up sitting in the tavern basement because that is all he has ever known. He refuses to take off the mental hospital clothing he has on for years, despite it now growing more dirty by the second.
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
"I know you like them a lot." He said "If you ever want a variety, I go catch some for 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
Loriche is making him some traditional minotaur-style garments, along with minor built-in armor.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Samaritan grunts and picks it up. He carefully unwraps it in case it isn't exactly from Felix.
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
He watches her from where he sits, knees to his chest.
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’re so sweet, but I can catch them myself. Thanks for offering though.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"True. Have you tried inverted necromancy before? The creation of living beings? Harder to control, but a worthwhile effort for some people. It's different from most conjuration in that you create instead of summoning. Some people call it biomancy, but I think that's categorization for its own sake."
"Yeah, makes sense. I usually wear snow geta." Felix opens it.
*The Abyss hasn't done it either. Actually, it would probably find mortal procreation utterly disgusting now that I think about it. I was wondering how I would deal with that issue morally, given that this is supposed to be an amoral enabler, but I think that would be a line too far.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He nods "As you wish."
He looks around for a moment, as if looking for someone, before taking off his mask. The two heads on either side of his middle one disappear into ash. He has inky black skin, it could rival the darkness in caverns below. His eyes are pure white like snow. He has short blonde hair that is cut into a military style. He ruffles his hair and sighs "Been awhile.."
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
She goes over to him and sets down a coarse yet cozy wool tunic and undershirt along with leggings and undergarments. The external garments contain light armor plates along the sleeves and front. “Don’t feel the need to cover up or anything; you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
It is a set of tie-bars shaped like skeletal snakes with black gemstones for eyes. There is a certificate of authenticity, explaining that they are made from Grade-A cold-worked Snailsteel and "black salt-diamonds," whatever those are. "Reminded me of you and Rio," says the note in Felix's handwriting. "Merry Christmas!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels