"It's alright. Could I talk with your superiors then?" He doesn't seem at all bothered. Completely in control of the situation, at least in his own eyes.
They look more nervous and shake their heads "We are sorry sir.. we cannot divulge that information either.." It says, wringing it's hands "I am very very sorry."
He chuckles. "I assume I need not introduce myself, but I notice none of you have either asked me to or offered to introduce yourselves. Let's be civil, friends! I am Boris Oraq, the Dyscharist, Prince of the Demon Pit and CEO of Third Seal."
She rolls her eyes "Perhaps. If so, they need to take a chill pill."
He starts making his way back towards the tavern "seems like most of the time they stay in the forest so it could just be guarding something"
"You know them?" Her teeth get sharp somehow, her eye glowing.
"I meant the drones. I don't know who controls them"
She narrows her eyes, the pupils becoming slits.
"what?"
"They have stayed out of my way so i don't know much about them"
She grumbles and rubs her temples "Unfair."
He heads inside and pulls some metal out of his bag "guess i'm not a person of interest to them"
"Not yet." She huffs
He bends the metal into the shape of rose petals "I hope it stays that way"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Out in the distance, the field next the village is sparkling. Some with true sight can see this sparkling aura is not one of magic but one of spiritual nature. Many spirits congregating here, lost and alone. As if on que, four leather clad figures ride down the hill on the adjacent side. They ride upon the backs of mechanical horses made of steel that are powered by some sort of black smoke. They wear large, wide brimmed cowboys hats fitted with bone pieces. They each wear a mask that covers their face. An owl carved crudely from bone, a snarling demon looking one with goggles over the eyes, one faceless black mask with no eyeholes made of stone, the biggest of the bunch wears a burlap sack that has tiny burnt out eyeholes and smile drawn on with charcoal. The throw lassos made of metal at the spirit's, somehow able to grip the souls and bring them down. They jump off their horses and produce a branding iron that they lay on the skins of the spirits. The spirits howl and thrash then suddenly disappear into the enteral mists.
-other characters-
Kazekiri is sharpening her nails while sitting on top of the water over by the lake.
Scott is with Tycho, watching him read.
Stroth is being an arse.
*oooooooooooo, nice!*
Tycho hums, on a page about 'mirror spirits' which are a subtype of demons
He raises a brow "What are those?"
"Mirror spirits." He looks over, "Ok, simple explanation rather than the long one. You know changelings? They're a subtype of fey."
"Ohhhhh." He said, blinking.
"And mirror spirits are to demons what changeligns are to fey."
"That's... Confusing.." he mutters and lights a cigarette.
Tycho nods, taking the cigarette away after a moment,
"It's alright. Could I talk with your superiors then?" He doesn't seem at all bothered. Completely in control of the situation, at least in his own eyes.
They look more nervous and shake their heads "We are sorry sir.. we cannot divulge that information either.." It says, wringing it's hands "I am very very sorry."
He chuckles. "I assume I need not introduce myself, but I notice none of you have either asked me to or offered to introduce yourselves. Let's be civil, friends! I am Boris Oraq, the Dyscharist, Prince of the Demon Pit and CEO of Third Seal."
"Oh, um.. we do not have names." They said "We are simple 'Soul Ranchers' " it explains.
Out in the distance, the field next the village is sparkling. Some with true sight can see this sparkling aura is not one of magic but one of spiritual nature. Many spirits congregating here, lost and alone. As if on que, four leather clad figures ride down the hill on the adjacent side. They ride upon the backs of mechanical horses made of steel that are powered by some sort of black smoke. They wear large, wide brimmed cowboys hats fitted with bone pieces. They each wear a mask that covers their face. An owl carved crudely from bone, a snarling demon looking one with goggles over the eyes, one faceless black mask with no eyeholes made of stone, the biggest of the bunch wears a burlap sack that has tiny burnt out eyeholes and smile drawn on with charcoal. The throw lassos made of metal at the spirit's, somehow able to grip the souls and bring them down. They jump off their horses and produce a branding iron that they lay on the skins of the spirits. The spirits howl and thrash then suddenly disappear into the enteral mists.
-other characters-
Kazekiri is sharpening her nails while sitting on top of the water over by the lake.
Scott is with Tycho, watching him read.
Stroth is being an arse.
*oooooooooooo, nice!*
Tycho hums, on a page about 'mirror spirits' which are a subtype of demons
He raises a brow "What are those?"
"Mirror spirits." He looks over, "Ok, simple explanation rather than the long one. You know changelings? They're a subtype of fey."
"Ohhhhh." He said, blinking.
"And mirror spirits are to demons what changeligns are to fey."
"That's... Confusing.." he mutters and lights a cigarette.
Tycho nods, taking the cigarette away after a moment,
She rolls her eyes "Perhaps. If so, they need to take a chill pill."
He starts making his way back towards the tavern "seems like most of the time they stay in the forest so it could just be guarding something"
"You know them?" Her teeth get sharp somehow, her eye glowing.
"I meant the drones. I don't know who controls them"
She narrows her eyes, the pupils becoming slits.
"what?"
"They have stayed out of my way so i don't know much about them"
She grumbles and rubs her temples "Unfair."
He heads inside and pulls some metal out of his bag "guess i'm not a person of interest to them"
"Not yet." She huffs
He bends the metal into the shape of rose petals "I hope it stays that way"
She rolls her eyes again "Don't worry, you seem too boring for that '
"That's a bit rude"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Thirteen is in an armchair, sipping tea and petting his cat.
Mauric is monologuing to himself on the roof, seemingly psyching himself up to something.
Klei is pretty infected by now.
Jax, smelling tea, approaches the arm chair. He is not wearing his armor, just in street clothes. "Oooh what's that? Maybe oolong?"
“Kalinatos, actually. Up until recently, it was only found on Krynn, but mercanes have distributed them around the Prime Material. Thankfully too, since this is my favorite blend.” He responds. His undead tortoiseshell cat, Caramel, peers up at Jax with her glowing orange eyes.
Jax nods as Thirteen speaks, his ears perked up with interest. he offers a paw to Caramel for her to smell, showing her he's friendly.
"I've never even heard of that blend, actually."
“Well like I said, it’s just barely begun to emerge from its native Wildspace system.” Caramel rubs her face against Jax’s hand.
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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 rolls her eyes "Perhaps. If so, they need to take a chill pill."
He starts making his way back towards the tavern "seems like most of the time they stay in the forest so it could just be guarding something"
"You know them?" Her teeth get sharp somehow, her eye glowing.
"I meant the drones. I don't know who controls them"
She narrows her eyes, the pupils becoming slits.
"what?"
"They have stayed out of my way so i don't know much about them"
She grumbles and rubs her temples "Unfair."
He heads inside and pulls some metal out of his bag "guess i'm not a person of interest to them"
"Not yet." She huffs
He bends the metal into the shape of rose petals "I hope it stays that way"
She rolls her eyes again "Don't worry, you seem too boring for that '
"That's a bit rude"
"Get used to it." She grumbles and adjusts her cufflinks
"you wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something?"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
“And you’re the ones with that job? Cool. I can do that without a fancy brand though.” She takes out her pick. “It’s called killing.”
“Drugs? Nah. I spent thousands on a bag of the illegitimate child of mace, cocaine, and the sins of mankind. Then I tried to throw it at the guy who sold it to me, but it went back on me. Shoulda gone with my original strategy and baked it into bread that I’d hand out to homeless people.”
They wave their hands, as if signalling her to stop "No, the spirits are lost. We send them back to the afterlife with the brand." They said, nervously wringing their hands.
She blinks and cackles "That's an idea of I ever heard of one." She sits down besides him and leans her head back.
“Oh. How do they get lost?”
Riotan is slowly regaining sight and control over his appendages. “I have better ideas. Like finding really small and young worlds in the Material Plane and convincing the first denizens of these worlds to sin. Works like a charm.”
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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.
“And you’re the ones with that job? Cool. I can do that without a fancy brand though.” She takes out her pick. “It’s called killing.”
“Drugs? Nah. I spent thousands on a bag of the illegitimate child of mace, cocaine, and the sins of mankind. Then I tried to throw it at the guy who sold it to me, but it went back on me. Shoulda gone with my original strategy and baked it into bread that I’d hand out to homeless people.”
They wave their hands, as if signalling her to stop "No, the spirits are lost. We send them back to the afterlife with the brand." They said, nervously wringing their hands.
She blinks and cackles "That's an idea of I ever heard of one." She sits down besides him and leans her head back.
“Oh. How do they get lost?”
Riotan is slowly regaining sight and control over his appendages. “I have better ideas. Like finding really small and young worlds in the Material Plane and convincing the first denizens of these worlds to sin. Works like a charm.”
"Heck if we know." It shrugs and points to it's weapons "but these tangle em and send em back."
She grins brightly, her teeth showing "Oh I adore your thinking. Think about it, churches in your name just for them to realize you are their ruin."
Out in the distance, the field next the village is sparkling. Some with true sight can see this sparkling aura is not one of magic but one of spiritual nature. Many spirits congregating here, lost and alone. As if on que, four leather clad figures ride down the hill on the adjacent side. They ride upon the backs of mechanical horses made of steel that are powered by some sort of black smoke. They wear large, wide brimmed cowboys hats fitted with bone pieces. They each wear a mask that covers their face. An owl carved crudely from bone, a snarling demon looking one with goggles over the eyes, one faceless black mask with no eyeholes made of stone, the biggest of the bunch wears a burlap sack that has tiny burnt out eyeholes and smile drawn on with charcoal. The throw lassos made of metal at the spirit's, somehow able to grip the souls and bring them down. They jump off their horses and produce a branding iron that they lay on the skins of the spirits. The spirits howl and thrash then suddenly disappear into the enteral mists.
-other characters-
Kazekiri is sharpening her nails while sitting on top of the water over by the lake.
Scott is with Tycho, watching him read.
Stroth is being an arse.
*oooooooooooo, nice!*
Tycho hums, on a page about 'mirror spirits' which are a subtype of demons
He raises a brow "What are those?"
"Mirror spirits." He looks over, "Ok, simple explanation rather than the long one. You know changelings? They're a subtype of fey."
"Ohhhhh." He said, blinking.
"And mirror spirits are to demons what changeligns are to fey."
"That's... Confusing.." he mutters and lights a cigarette.
Tycho nods, taking the cigarette away after a moment,
He hissed "Hey!"
"No smoking" he says with a smirk
Scott rolls his eyes, grumbling
Tycho hums, outting out the cigarette on his horn as he flips to the next page
Thirteen is in an armchair, sipping tea and petting his cat.
Mauric is monologuing to himself on the roof, seemingly psyching himself up to something.
Klei is pretty infected by now.
Jax, smelling tea, approaches the arm chair. He is not wearing his armor, just in street clothes. "Oooh what's that? Maybe oolong?"
“Kalinatos, actually. Up until recently, it was only found on Krynn, but mercanes have distributed them around the Prime Material. Thankfully too, since this is my favorite blend.” He responds. His undead tortoiseshell cat, Caramel, peers up at Jax with her glowing orange eyes.
Jax nods as Thirteen speaks, his ears perked up with interest. he offers a paw to Caramel for her to smell, showing her he's friendly.
"I've never even heard of that blend, actually."
“Well like I said, it’s just barely begun to emerge from its native Wildspace system.” Caramel rubs her face against Jax’s hand.
Jax smiles down at Caramel, petting her gently. "Well, might I buy some off of you? I quite like tea, as well."
Thirteen opens his palm, conjuring a small packet of the stuff. “Oh, you don’t need to pay me.”
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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.
He chuckles. "I assume I need not introduce myself, but I notice none of you have either asked me to or offered to introduce yourselves. Let's be civil, friends! I am Boris Oraq, the Dyscharist, Prince of the Demon Pit and CEO of Third Seal."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He bends the metal into the shape of rose petals "I hope it stays that way"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"No smoking" he says with a smirk
"Oh, um.. we do not have names." They said "We are simple 'Soul Ranchers' " it explains.
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 rolls her eyes again "Don't worry, you seem too boring for that '
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
Scott rolls his eyes, grumbling
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's a bit rude"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Mary smiles, patting her back lightly, "Alright then"
“Well like I said, it’s just barely begun to emerge from its native Wildspace system.” Caramel rubs her face against Jax’s hand.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Get used to it." She grumbles and adjusts her cufflinks
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 wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something?"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
“Oh. How do they get lost?”
Riotan is slowly regaining sight and control over his appendages. “I have better ideas. Like finding really small and young worlds in the Material Plane and convincing the first denizens of these worlds to sin. Works like a charm.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Apparently." She said and sat down
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
"Heck if we know." It shrugs and points to it's weapons "but these tangle em and send em back."
She grins brightly, her teeth showing "Oh I adore your thinking. Think about it, churches in your name just for them to realize you are their ruin."
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
Tycho hums, outting out the cigarette on his horn as he flips to the next page
Thirteen opens his palm, conjuring a small packet of the stuff. “Oh, you don’t need to pay me.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Hmmm, well i could do stuff, but i definately can't stay overnight"