Almost immediately, the entity appears. A spindly being rushing through the shadows, golden eyes wide as it drags its bone hook behind it, its free hand grasping desperately as it mimics the voices of crying babies, begging for attention. The light hits it here and there, revealing stitches and sticks and stuffing. For what was described, this thing is being incredibly reckless.
The three goats turn and stare at it, unblinking.
The construct grabs all the goats and pulls them close, falling into a couch to examine them all. It delicately runs a clawed glove along the pentagrams. It makes a hissing noise, but it doesn't sound aggressive. It pulls them even closer, into a big hug as a loud clunking, clicking noise can be heard from inside its skull. "Nothing to fear, nothing to fear, nothing to fear, nothing to fear..." It whispers to itself in the voice of a terrified man, the sounds of footsteps and crunching leaves coming along with it, as though it were a recording instead of mimicry.
She just shakes her head, chuckling “Ya don’t have ta, but looks like that don’t matter ta ya, I’ll just add it ta the list.”
He immediately understands the situation and begins sprinting towards shade, the air booming with how quickly he moves.
“Hop into new bodies? Maybe, sometimes, other times I do remake them I suppose. All a part of the magic trick, and I believe you know what they say about magician’s secrets.”
"I like helping." He shrugs "Makes me feel useful."
The man gasps for breath, choking on blood and throwing it up. "I told ye gobshite! Just leave me alone!"
"Unfortunately so." It chuckles as a shadowy figure forms in the seat across from him.
“Yer useful regardless. Yer nothin’ but good husband material ain’t ya?” She chuckles.
He looks down at them “You could have told me you were a vampire.” He calmly states leaning down “Would hitting me make you feel better?”
He looks to the shadowy figure for a moment, before pulling down his cloak, the stitches matching the first body.
Almost immediately, the entity appears. A spindly being rushing through the shadows, golden eyes wide as it drags its bone hook behind it, its free hand grasping desperately as it mimics the voices of crying babies, begging for attention. The light hits it here and there, revealing stitches and sticks and stuffing. For what was described, this thing is being incredibly reckless.
The three goats turn and stare at it, unblinking.
The construct grabs all the goats and pulls them close, falling into a couch to examine them all. It delicately runs a clawed glove along the pentagrams. It makes a hissing noise, but it doesn't sound aggressive. It pulls them even closer, into a big hug as a loud clunking, clicking noise can be heard from inside its skull. "Nothing to fear, nothing to fear, nothing to fear, nothing to fear..." It whispers to itself in the voice of a terrified man, the sounds of footsteps and crunching leaves coming along with it, as though it were a recording instead of mimicry.
The goats begins to melt with each other until Donn is back to normal. He sniffs them all over "Are you alright?" He asks, his tone soft.
She just shakes her head, chuckling “Ya don’t have ta, but looks like that don’t matter ta ya, I’ll just add it ta the list.”
He immediately understands the situation and begins sprinting towards shade, the air booming with how quickly he moves.
“Hop into new bodies? Maybe, sometimes, other times I do remake them I suppose. All a part of the magic trick, and I believe you know what they say about magician’s secrets.”
"I like helping." He shrugs "Makes me feel useful."
The man gasps for breath, choking on blood and throwing it up. "I told ye gobshite! Just leave me alone!"
"Unfortunately so." It chuckles as a shadowy figure forms in the seat across from him.
“Yer useful regardless. Yer nothin’ but good husband material ain’t ya?” She chuckles.
He looks down at them “You could have told me you were a vampire.” He calmly states leaning down “Would hitting me make you feel better?”
He looks to the shadowy figure for a moment, before pulling down his cloak, the stitches matching the first body.
"I suppose. No women not men have asked me or courted me before so I did not think I was." He says, turning to her.
"No... I don't like hurting folks.." he grumbles, standing up and wiping his mouth.
She just shakes her head, chuckling “Ya don’t have ta, but looks like that don’t matter ta ya, I’ll just add it ta the list.”
He immediately understands the situation and begins sprinting towards shade, the air booming with how quickly he moves.
“Hop into new bodies? Maybe, sometimes, other times I do remake them I suppose. All a part of the magic trick, and I believe you know what they say about magician’s secrets.”
"I like helping." He shrugs "Makes me feel useful."
The man gasps for breath, choking on blood and throwing it up. "I told ye gobshite! Just leave me alone!"
"Unfortunately so." It chuckles as a shadowy figure forms in the seat across from him.
“Yer useful regardless. Yer nothin’ but good husband material ain’t ya?” She chuckles.
He looks down at them “You could have told me you were a vampire.” He calmly states leaning down “Would hitting me make you feel better?”
He looks to the shadowy figure for a moment, before pulling down his cloak, the stitches matching the first body.
"I suppose. No women not men have asked me or courted me before so I did not think I was." He says, turning to her.
"No... I don't like hurting folks.." he grumbles, standing up and wiping his mouth.
"Interesting... Quite a creature you are hm?"
Once everything is cleaned she continues cooking “That’s just cause they ain’t see it befer now.” She says “How do ya know Stroth?”
He crosses his arms, moving back to his full height “Then why are you hiding away?”
“I would say ‘creature’ is inaccurate.” Somehow the smile is still on his face, now made from stitches.
The construct grabs all the goats and pulls them close, falling into a couch to examine them all. It delicately runs a clawed glove along the pentagrams. It makes a hissing noise, but it doesn't sound aggressive. It pulls them even closer, into a big hug as a loud clunking, clicking noise can be heard from inside its skull. "Nothing to fear, nothing to fear, nothing to fear, nothing to fear..." It whispers to itself in the voice of a terrified man, the sounds of footsteps and crunching leaves coming along with it, as though it were a recording instead of mimicry.
The goats begins to melt with each other until Donn is back to normal. He sniffs them all over "Are you alright?" He asks, his tone soft.
It smells like Egregore's meals. It smells like Egregore. It smells like blood, sweat, and tears. It looks him over, eyes leaking black fluid. It takes his hand, staring at his wedding ring in recognition and adoration, before pressing Donn's hand to its skull. This thing, for all the horror stories, seems downright fragile. Pitiful in a way. For a being of its status, it is rather short, only around 7 or 8 feet tall, and very thin. Like it was diminished somehow.
She just shakes her head, chuckling “Ya don’t have ta, but looks like that don’t matter ta ya, I’ll just add it ta the list.”
He immediately understands the situation and begins sprinting towards shade, the air booming with how quickly he moves.
“Hop into new bodies? Maybe, sometimes, other times I do remake them I suppose. All a part of the magic trick, and I believe you know what they say about magician’s secrets.”
"I like helping." He shrugs "Makes me feel useful."
The man gasps for breath, choking on blood and throwing it up. "I told ye gobshite! Just leave me alone!"
"Unfortunately so." It chuckles as a shadowy figure forms in the seat across from him.
“Yer useful regardless. Yer nothin’ but good husband material ain’t ya?” She chuckles.
He looks down at them “You could have told me you were a vampire.” He calmly states leaning down “Would hitting me make you feel better?”
He looks to the shadowy figure for a moment, before pulling down his cloak, the stitches matching the first body.
"I suppose. No women not men have asked me or courted me before so I did not think I was." He says, turning to her.
"No... I don't like hurting folks.." he grumbles, standing up and wiping his mouth.
"Interesting... Quite a creature you are hm?"
Once everything is cleaned she continues cooking “That’s just cause they ain’t see it befer now.” She says “How do ya know Stroth?”
He crosses his arms, moving back to his full height “Then why are you hiding away?”
“I would say ‘creature’ is inaccurate.” Somehow the smile is still on his face, now made from stitches.
"Me and her worked together for awhile. She was my mentor for awhile while I was learning magic." He explained.
"So I don't hurt people." He said, grumbling "so I don't hurt everyone..."
"Ah, all folks all are creatures, just like animals."
The construct grabs all the goats and pulls them close, falling into a couch to examine them all. It delicately runs a clawed glove along the pentagrams. It makes a hissing noise, but it doesn't sound aggressive. It pulls them even closer, into a big hug as a loud clunking, clicking noise can be heard from inside its skull. "Nothing to fear, nothing to fear, nothing to fear, nothing to fear..." It whispers to itself in the voice of a terrified man, the sounds of footsteps and crunching leaves coming along with it, as though it were a recording instead of mimicry.
The goats begins to melt with each other until Donn is back to normal. He sniffs them all over "Are you alright?" He asks, his tone soft.
It smells like Egregore's meals. It smells like Egregore. It smells like blood, sweat, and tears. It looks him over, eyes leaking black fluid. It takes his hand, staring at his wedding ring in recognition and adoration, before pressing Donn's hand to its skull. This thing, for all the horror stories, seems downright fragile. Pitiful in a way. For a being of its status, it is rather short, only around 7 or 8 feet tall, and very thin. Like it was diminished somehow.
He blinks ".. I know you.." he said gently, holding him close. "What happened dear.. what happened?" He asked.
She nods along with them, rather interested “You an’ that wild cracker? Tell me more ‘bout that magic ya know, if ya don’t mind.”
He sighs, raising an eyebrow “If you don’t want to hurt people, I’ll help. I’ve been… struggling with violent urges for long enough to be of some assistance.”
He nods along with them “Though I don’t think I’m that easily classified, I won’t waste the time to argue.”
She nods along with them, rather interested “You an’ that wild cracker? Tell me more ‘bout that magic ya know, if ya don’t mind.”
He sighs, raising an eyebrow “If you don’t want to hurt people, I’ll help. I’ve been… struggling with violent urges for long enough to be of some assistance.”
He nods along with them “Though I don’t think I’m that easily classified, I won’t waste the time to argue.”
"Well I mostly study Abjuration magic which is like.. protection magic." He explains.
"It's more like.. as me kind.. I need to eat but I can't handle hurting people in order to do that." He says, his accent thick.
It smells like Egregore's meals. It smells like Egregore. It smells like blood, sweat, and tears. It looks him over, eyes leaking black fluid. It takes his hand, staring at his wedding ring in recognition and adoration, before pressing Donn's hand to its skull. This thing, for all the horror stories, seems downright fragile. Pitiful in a way. For a being of its status, it is rather short, only around 7 or 8 feet tall, and very thin. Like it was diminished somehow.
He blinks ".. I know you.." he said gently, holding him close. "What happened dear.. what happened?" He asked.
It wheezes. Then it speaks in its own voice, deep and deeply familiar. "I... don't know. I remember you. I love you." It kisses Donn on the nose. After a second, it starts plastering his face with kisses, only stopping when it seems exhausted, which admittedly doesn't take super long. It rests its head on Donn's shoulder.
As she looks around, something big drops in front of her into a crouch, but even hunkered down like this it's about her height. It doesn't come out of the darkness fully, content to stare at her with its golden eyes. It is rail thin, with twisting antlers coming out of its deer skull-like head. Its black fur makes it hard to see in the shadows, but it creeps forward into the light a little bit to hold out a clawed hand. It has... stitches on it, like you would see on a glove. "There is a light for the lost and the meek... Sorrow and fear are easily forgotten..."
It chuckles once more. "I could tell you, you know. Not that it'll make a difference in what's about to happen."
"I don't... I don't want to hurt anyone."
She takes a step back into the dark, seemingly fading into the shadows save for her own yellow eyes that look back at it. "I- I'm not lost. I am simply wandering." She replies nervously.
Suddenly she seems far more serious. "You can? Who is it? Even if it can't stop what will happen now, it may prevent more harm in the future."
The flower is silent for a while longer. "Neither do I." it rasps. "I carry no contempt, no malice towards anyone of this world... I do not wish them pain either. It wouldn't be a painful end to this realm... a chill for less than a day, and it's all over..." It pauses a second. "...But, if you truly do not want to take the Sun of this world, but another... then I am willing to compromise."
It coughs and hacks. It suddenly speaks in a woman's voice. "We're coming apart at the seams!" Then a man's. "Are you scared, kid? ...I am too." "I'm lost.. lost in the woods... and it's after me!" "My baby! My baby! Have you seen my baby?!" "I... can't breathe!" A thousand voices, all crying out as the thing lurches forward, its hook thumping into the ground before it.
"Hmmm... Really? If you can promise me that you'll pursue this lead until it's logical conclusion, I'll tell you."
Felix nods vigorously. "I want to take the sun of an uninhabited system. People may be evil a lot of the time, but they have the potential to be good. I was just a normal guy once too."
*Apologies for the delay*
Omori retreats a bit more into the dark, her eyes now the only part visible. "Why are you here? What do you want?"
"I promise I'll see this to its end. Was planning on doing so anyway." She responds, a determined look on her face.
"...Very well, then we shall. I suppose this realm isn't deserving of an end- however merciful- just yet."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
It smells like Egregore's meals. It smells like Egregore. It smells like blood, sweat, and tears. It looks him over, eyes leaking black fluid. It takes his hand, staring at his wedding ring in recognition and adoration, before pressing Donn's hand to its skull. This thing, for all the horror stories, seems downright fragile. Pitiful in a way. For a being of its status, it is rather short, only around 7 or 8 feet tall, and very thin. Like it was diminished somehow.
He blinks ".. I know you.." he said gently, holding him close. "What happened dear.. what happened?" He asked.
It wheezes. Then it speaks in its own voice, deep and deeply familiar. "I... don't know. I remember you. I love you." It kisses Donn on the nose. After a second, it starts plastering his face with kisses, only stopping when it seems exhausted, which admittedly doesn't take super long. It rests its head on Donn's shoulder.
Donn checks Egregore over gently, making mental notes of scars, stitches, wounds and then such. He gently kissed his forehead "You remember me.. that's is good." He said, kissing his nose "It's okay.. it's okay. I will figure out what has happened dear."
She nods along with them, rather interested “You an’ that wild cracker? Tell me more ‘bout that magic ya know, if ya don’t mind.”
He sighs, raising an eyebrow “If you don’t want to hurt people, I’ll help. I’ve been… struggling with violent urges for long enough to be of some assistance.”
He nods along with them “Though I don’t think I’m that easily classified, I won’t waste the time to argue.”
"Well I mostly study Abjuration magic which is like.. protection magic." He explains.
"It's more like.. as me kind.. I need to eat but I can't handle hurting people in order to do that." He says, his accent thick.
"Everyone is. Every single person.."
She nods, curious “Protection magic?” The food beginning to come together, the smell filling the cave.
“I understand that, and I can help with that as well. If you had enough strength I would suggest you feed on me, but you likely done. I can bring you food on occasion, with enough blood.”
He sighs “Well, it seems I’ve forgot to introduce myself. Most people know me… well most people don’t know me, but those who do know me as the smiling salesman.”
Thirteen is replacing some of the old protective glyphs over the inn with new ones.
Mauric is starting his shift at Samaritan's restaurant.
Loriche is out foraging for firewood, having set up a small fence composed of sharpened metal poles around her campsite to protect it while she's away.
Riotan is binding a tome with snakeskin, hoping that it can serve as a Book of Shadows for any future warlocks of his.
Eito is training with their shortsword, cutting down illusions of light in the deep woods.
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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.
She nods along with them, rather interested “You an’ that wild cracker? Tell me more ‘bout that magic ya know, if ya don’t mind.”
He sighs, raising an eyebrow “If you don’t want to hurt people, I’ll help. I’ve been… struggling with violent urges for long enough to be of some assistance.”
He nods along with them “Though I don’t think I’m that easily classified, I won’t waste the time to argue.”
"Well I mostly study Abjuration magic which is like.. protection magic." He explains.
"It's more like.. as me kind.. I need to eat but I can't handle hurting people in order to do that." He says, his accent thick.
"Everyone is. Every single person.."
She nods, curious “Protection magic?” The food beginning to come together, the smell filling the cave.
“I understand that, and I can help with that as well. If you had enough strength I would suggest you feed on me, but you likely done. I can bring you food on occasion, with enough blood.”
He sighs “Well, it seems I’ve forgot to introduce myself. Most people know me… well most people don’t know me, but those who do know me as the smiling salesman.”
He nods "Like shields and armor and such." He explains "I make magic that protects people."
"No.. no, I won't feed on you. I won't feed on anything. I know it would hurt them, I know that it would seep into my mind and hurt me forever knowing that I hurt someone." He rambles.
"You can call me Gabriel." It says, chuckling "A pleasure to serve you."
Thirteen is replacing some of the old protective glyphs over the inn with new ones.
Mauric is starting his shift at Samaritan's restaurant.
Loriche is out foraging for firewood, having set up a small fence composed of sharpened metal poles around her campsite to protect it while she's away.
Riotan is binding a tome with snakeskin, hoping that it can serve as a Book of Shadows for any future warlocks of his.
Eito is training with their shortsword, cutting down illusions of light in the deep woods.
Thirteen can smell the scent of decay coming from.. somewhere outside.
Home is in the camp, trying to busy himself with cleaning.
Samaritan keeps an eye on him, beside him, Anna sits on the ground. She is totally not thinking of killing Samaritan and Samaritan is totally not thinking about killing her.
She nods along with them, rather interested “You an’ that wild cracker? Tell me more ‘bout that magic ya know, if ya don’t mind.”
He sighs, raising an eyebrow “If you don’t want to hurt people, I’ll help. I’ve been… struggling with violent urges for long enough to be of some assistance.”
He nods along with them “Though I don’t think I’m that easily classified, I won’t waste the time to argue.”
"Well I mostly study Abjuration magic which is like.. protection magic." He explains.
"It's more like.. as me kind.. I need to eat but I can't handle hurting people in order to do that." He says, his accent thick.
"Everyone is. Every single person.."
She nods, curious “Protection magic?” The food beginning to come together, the smell filling the cave.
“I understand that, and I can help with that as well. If you had enough strength I would suggest you feed on me, but you likely done. I can bring you food on occasion, with enough blood.”
He sighs “Well, it seems I’ve forgot to introduce myself. Most people know me… well most people don’t know me, but those who do know me as the smiling salesman.”
He nods "Like shields and armor and such." He explains "I make magic that protects people."
"No.. no, I won't feed on you. I won't feed on anything. I know it would hurt them, I know that it would seep into my mind and hurt me forever knowing that I hurt someone." He rambles.
"You can call me Gabriel." It says, chuckling "A pleasure to serve you."
“Hmm, that’s real interestin’, I don’t really stick ta one kind o’ magic. You’ve got ta be real talented if Stroth taught ya.” She pours them a bowl, sitting next to them.
“You wouldn’t be hurting me, you would be letting me help you. Either way, I can bring you something to eat, guilt free.” He says, rolling his shoulders “You wouldn’t be hurting anyone at all.”
“Serve me? You have such an interesting choice of words.” He reaches into his backpack, his lanky arms snapping unnaturally, pulling out a constantly shifting pastel mask.
She nods along with them, rather interested “You an’ that wild cracker? Tell me more ‘bout that magic ya know, if ya don’t mind.”
He sighs, raising an eyebrow “If you don’t want to hurt people, I’ll help. I’ve been… struggling with violent urges for long enough to be of some assistance.”
He nods along with them “Though I don’t think I’m that easily classified, I won’t waste the time to argue.”
"Well I mostly study Abjuration magic which is like.. protection magic." He explains.
"It's more like.. as me kind.. I need to eat but I can't handle hurting people in order to do that." He says, his accent thick.
"Everyone is. Every single person.."
She nods, curious “Protection magic?” The food beginning to come together, the smell filling the cave.
“I understand that, and I can help with that as well. If you had enough strength I would suggest you feed on me, but you likely done. I can bring you food on occasion, with enough blood.”
He sighs “Well, it seems I’ve forgot to introduce myself. Most people know me… well most people don’t know me, but those who do know me as the smiling salesman.”
He nods "Like shields and armor and such." He explains "I make magic that protects people."
"No.. no, I won't feed on you. I won't feed on anything. I know it would hurt them, I know that it would seep into my mind and hurt me forever knowing that I hurt someone." He rambles.
"You can call me Gabriel." It says, chuckling "A pleasure to serve you."
“Hmm, that’s real interestin’, I don’t really stick ta one kind o’ magic. You’ve got ta be real talented if Stroth taught ya.” She pours them a bowl, sitting next to them.
“You wouldn’t be hurting me, you would be letting me help you. Either way, I can bring you something to eat, guilt free.” He says, rolling his shoulders “You wouldn’t be hurting anyone at all.”
“Serve me? You have such an interesting choice of words.” He reaches into his backpack, his lanky arms snapping unnaturally, pulling out a constantly shifting pastel mask.
"Not talented really.. more so learning still." He shrugs, chuckling.
"I can't eat. I can't!' he says, pacing "it's still taking someone's blood!"
"It's an interesting choice of words because it's true."
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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
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(hi wendo)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
The construct grabs all the goats and pulls them close, falling into a couch to examine them all. It delicately runs a clawed glove along the pentagrams. It makes a hissing noise, but it doesn't sound aggressive. It pulls them even closer, into a big hug as a loud clunking, clicking noise can be heard from inside its skull. "Nothing to fear, nothing to fear, nothing to fear, nothing to fear..." It whispers to itself in the voice of a terrified man, the sounds of footsteps and crunching leaves coming along with it, as though it were a recording instead of mimicry.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Yer useful regardless. Yer nothin’ but good husband material ain’t ya?” She chuckles.
He looks down at them “You could have told me you were a vampire.” He calmly states leaning down “Would hitting me make you feel better?”
He looks to the shadowy figure for a moment, before pulling down his cloak, the stitches matching the first body.
The goats begins to melt with each other until Donn is back to normal. He sniffs them all over "Are you alright?" He asks, his tone soft.
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 suppose. No women not men have asked me or courted me before so I did not think I was." He says, turning to her.
"No... I don't like hurting folks.." he grumbles, standing up and wiping his mouth.
"Interesting... Quite a creature you are hm?"
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
Once everything is cleaned she continues cooking “That’s just cause they ain’t see it befer now.” She says “How do ya know Stroth?”
He crosses his arms, moving back to his full height “Then why are you hiding away?”
“I would say ‘creature’ is inaccurate.” Somehow the smile is still on his face, now made from stitches.
It smells like Egregore's meals. It smells like Egregore. It smells like blood, sweat, and tears. It looks him over, eyes leaking black fluid. It takes his hand, staring at his wedding ring in recognition and adoration, before pressing Donn's hand to its skull. This thing, for all the horror stories, seems downright fragile. Pitiful in a way. For a being of its status, it is rather short, only around 7 or 8 feet tall, and very thin. Like it was diminished somehow.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Me and her worked together for awhile. She was my mentor for awhile while I was learning magic." He explained.
"So I don't hurt people." He said, grumbling "so I don't hurt everyone..."
"Ah, all folks all are creatures, just like animals."
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 blinks ".. I know you.." he said gently, holding him close. "What happened dear.. what happened?" He asked.
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
*Cut for Wendi.*
She nods along with them, rather interested “You an’ that wild cracker? Tell me more ‘bout that magic ya know, if ya don’t mind.”
He sighs, raising an eyebrow “If you don’t want to hurt people, I’ll help. I’ve been… struggling with violent urges for long enough to be of some assistance.”
He nods along with them “Though I don’t think I’m that easily classified, I won’t waste the time to argue.”
"Well I mostly study Abjuration magic which is like.. protection magic." He explains.
"It's more like.. as me kind.. I need to eat but I can't handle hurting people in order to do that." He says, his accent thick.
"Everyone is. Every single person.."
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
It wheezes. Then it speaks in its own voice, deep and deeply familiar. "I... don't know. I remember you. I love you." It kisses Donn on the nose. After a second, it starts plastering his face with kisses, only stopping when it seems exhausted, which admittedly doesn't take super long. It rests its head on Donn's shoulder.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Apologies for the delay*
Omori retreats a bit more into the dark, her eyes now the only part visible. "Why are you here? What do you want?"
"I promise I'll see this to its end. Was planning on doing so anyway." She responds, a determined look on her face.
"...Very well, then we shall. I suppose this realm isn't deserving of an end- however merciful- just yet."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Donn checks Egregore over gently, making mental notes of scars, stitches, wounds and then such. He gently kissed his forehead "You remember me.. that's is good." He said, kissing his nose "It's okay.. it's okay. I will figure out what has happened dear."
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 nods, curious “Protection magic?” The food beginning to come together, the smell filling the cave.
“I understand that, and I can help with that as well. If you had enough strength I would suggest you feed on me, but you likely done. I can bring you food on occasion, with enough blood.”
He sighs “Well, it seems I’ve forgot to introduce myself. Most people know me… well most people don’t know me, but those who do know me as the smiling salesman.”
Thirteen is replacing some of the old protective glyphs over the inn with new ones.
Mauric is starting his shift at Samaritan's restaurant.
Loriche is out foraging for firewood, having set up a small fence composed of sharpened metal poles around her campsite to protect it while she's away.
Riotan is binding a tome with snakeskin, hoping that it can serve as a Book of Shadows for any future warlocks of his.
Eito is training with their shortsword, cutting down illusions of light in the deep woods.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He nods "Like shields and armor and such." He explains "I make magic that protects people."
"No.. no, I won't feed on you. I won't feed on anything. I know it would hurt them, I know that it would seep into my mind and hurt me forever knowing that I hurt someone." He rambles.
"You can call me Gabriel." It says, chuckling "A pleasure to serve 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
Thirteen can smell the scent of decay coming from.. somewhere outside.
Home is in the camp, trying to busy himself with cleaning.
Samaritan keeps an eye on him, beside him, Anna sits on the ground. She is totally not thinking of killing Samaritan and Samaritan is totally not thinking about killing her.
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
“Hmm, that’s real interestin’, I don’t really stick ta one kind o’ magic. You’ve got ta be real talented if Stroth taught ya.” She pours them a bowl, sitting next to them.
“You wouldn’t be hurting me, you would be letting me help you. Either way, I can bring you something to eat, guilt free.” He says, rolling his shoulders “You wouldn’t be hurting anyone at all.”
“Serve me? You have such an interesting choice of words.” He reaches into his backpack, his lanky arms snapping unnaturally, pulling out a constantly shifting pastel mask.
"Not talented really.. more so learning still." He shrugs, chuckling.
"I can't eat. I can't!' he says, pacing "it's still taking someone's blood!"
"It's an interesting choice of words because it's true."
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