Julian is sitting on the steps of his trailer, having a bit of dinner which consists of mashed potatoes, fried chicken, and beans.
Stroth is sitting inside, looking over spellbook and deciding which spells to get rid of and replace.
Krist is humming while sitting on front of a bonfire, a pipe in his mouth. The grandfatherly figure seem to be making s'mores.
Alix is sitting by the fire, curled up in a chair. A blanket around his shoulders as he thumbs through a book.
Allison is at the bar, researching ways to safely dispose of magical items without harming who they are cursed to.
Igor is crying quietly, wondering why his mother sent him here of all places instead of the farm where he should be.
Scott is sitting at the bar, drinking some tea to try and get himself to sleep.
*Do you want to deal with any of mine?*
*Any character you want.*
*But I want you to piiiiick! (Tantrums)*
*Please!!!!*
*I KNOW BUT I FEEL BAD IF I DO. ITS LIKE IM TAKING AWAY FREE WILL-*
*I don’t want to have free will!!!! IT’S HARD TO MAKE CHOICES AND STUFF!*
*I know buddy, I know it is..*
*So could you do me a solid just this once and pick?*
*Okay okay..*
Scott is looking for Dracula, angry as all hell.
Stroth is most likely making out with Sparrow somewhere.
*Thank you.*
Dracula is playing another video game alone in the tavern, drinking a juice box full of blood.
Sparrow is making out with Stroth at his camp, leaning against a tree as they do so.
He storms up to him and narrows his eyes "Don't ever.. ever do that again." She snarls. The tavern flickers like a lightbulb is dying.
Stroth grins and pulls away "Taste like cornbread and the undead." She giggles.
He sips his juice box full of blood “You couldn’t stop me if I wanted to, but sure.” He looks back to his GBA “Wanna play Fire Emblem?”
He’s got a grin of his own “Not exactly a taste I don’t like.” He’s taken off his gloves, and she sees the symbols are part of his hands, and not just the gloves.
"No! I don't want to play videos game, I don't want to play a part in this life anymore!" He yells.
She kisses his hands, each brand and mark and scar.
“You mean with me? Or are you venting into something bigger here, because I could try to kill you if you want.”
There are a lot of them, each telling a story of the suffering Sparrow has had to endure. Once she’s done, he kisses her.
Julian is sitting on the steps of his trailer, having a bit of dinner which consists of mashed potatoes, fried chicken, and beans.
Stroth is sitting inside, looking over spellbook and deciding which spells to get rid of and replace.
Krist is humming while sitting on front of a bonfire, a pipe in his mouth. The grandfatherly figure seem to be making s'mores.
Alix is sitting by the fire, curled up in a chair. A blanket around his shoulders as he thumbs through a book.
Allison is at the bar, researching ways to safely dispose of magical items without harming who they are cursed to.
Igor is crying quietly, wondering why his mother sent him here of all places instead of the farm where he should be.
Scott is sitting at the bar, drinking some tea to try and get himself to sleep.
*Do you want to deal with any of mine?*
*Any character you want.*
*But I want you to piiiiick! (Tantrums)*
*Please!!!!*
*I KNOW BUT I FEEL BAD IF I DO. ITS LIKE IM TAKING AWAY FREE WILL-*
*I don’t want to have free will!!!! IT’S HARD TO MAKE CHOICES AND STUFF!*
*I know buddy, I know it is..*
*So could you do me a solid just this once and pick?*
*Okay okay..*
Scott is looking for Dracula, angry as all hell.
Stroth is most likely making out with Sparrow somewhere.
*Thank you.*
Dracula is playing another video game alone in the tavern, drinking a juice box full of blood.
Sparrow is making out with Stroth at his camp, leaning against a tree as they do so.
He storms up to him and narrows his eyes "Don't ever.. ever do that again." She snarls. The tavern flickers like a lightbulb is dying.
Stroth grins and pulls away "Taste like cornbread and the undead." She giggles.
He sips his juice box full of blood “You couldn’t stop me if I wanted to, but sure.” He looks back to his GBA “Wanna play Fire Emblem?”
He’s got a grin of his own “Not exactly a taste I don’t like.” He’s taken off his gloves, and she sees the symbols are part of his hands, and not just the gloves.
"No! I don't want to play videos game, I don't want to play a part in this life anymore!" He yells.
She kisses his hands, each brand and mark and scar.
“You mean with me? Or are you venting into something bigger here, because I could try to kill you if you want.”
There are a lot of them, each telling a story of the suffering Sparrow has had to endure. Once she’s done, he kisses her.
"Well, I'd offer you a job, but I just explained just how pointless that would be." He rubs his face with his hands. "It's a real shame too. I used to be able to just buy hair from barbershops that happened to be sympathetic or desperate enough. Usually the latter. Now I have to go and hunt for my meals. I just can't take no pleasure in killing."
"Understandable." He nods, leaning forward, elbows on his knees "Why not job hunt man?"
"I have a bit of a reputation. I assume it's where my title came from. And for complicated reasons, I can't move away just yet. So at least for now, I'm living in the old abattoir. No ventilation, filled with vermin, smells of blood and broken fingers all the time. I can't even keep the pigs in there."
"Yeah.. well more so Khemet who also controls me.."
"And Khmet is...?"
"God of Chaos or some (GP)"
he sighs "great..."
"Unfortunately, I know..." He says
"I could look into ways to get people to sleep but none of the methods I could do would be pleasant"
"Thirteen has tried, Tycho has tried... Magic doesn't work.."
"nevermind then"
"You want to try hitting me with a shovel?"
"do you want to risk brain damage?"
"Yes, if it means I sleep."
"I can try it I guess"
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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
"Well, I'd offer you a job, but I just explained just how pointless that would be." He rubs his face with his hands. "It's a real shame too. I used to be able to just buy hair from barbershops that happened to be sympathetic or desperate enough. Usually the latter. Now I have to go and hunt for my meals. I just can't take no pleasure in killing."
"Understandable." He nods, leaning forward, elbows on his knees "Why not job hunt man?"
"I have a bit of a reputation. I assume it's where my title came from. And for complicated reasons, I can't move away just yet. So at least for now, I'm living in the old abattoir. No ventilation, filled with vermin, smells of blood and broken fingers all the time. I can't even keep the pigs in there."
He nods "Once again man, understandable." He sets the plate aside "Having a title and all that, it's tough, I feel for ya."
"Yeah.. well more so Khemet who also controls me.."
"And Khmet is...?"
"God of Chaos or some (GP)"
he sighs "great..."
"Unfortunately, I know..." He says
"I could look into ways to get people to sleep but none of the methods I could do would be pleasant"
"Thirteen has tried, Tycho has tried... Magic doesn't work.."
"nevermind then"
"You want to try hitting me with a shovel?"
"do you want to risk brain damage?"
"Yes, if it means I sleep."
"I can try it I guess"
"Thank you." He sighs
"you really want to do this?"
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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
Some of the forest around where the Fell Manor once stood is dying, the plant life withering and turning grey. The corruption doesn't cover a large area, but it does seem to slowly yet steadily be spreading.
Traitor is once again sharpening her talons, preparing for battle.
KK is stitching together parts of other (thankfully inanimate) mannequins to try and visualize some of her designs for her ultimate goal.
Isaac knocks on the door
After a few seconds of what sounds like many, many locking mechanisms being unlocked, the door opens and KK greets him. "Oh, hi there! What brings you to my studio?"
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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)
Some of the forest around where the Fell Manor once stood is dying, the plant life withering and turning grey. The corruption doesn't cover a large area, but it does seem to slowly yet steadily be spreading.
Traitor is once again sharpening her talons, preparing for battle.
KK is stitching together parts of other (thankfully inanimate) mannequins to try and visualize some of her designs for her ultimate goal.
Isaac knocks on the door
After a few seconds of what sounds like many, many locking mechanisms being unlocked, the door opens and KK greets him. "Oh, hi there! What brings you to my studio?"
(sorry for missing this)
"Was just checking in to see how you're doing"
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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
"I have a bit of a reputation. I assume it's where my title came from. And for complicated reasons, I can't move away just yet. So at least for now, I'm living in the old abattoir. No ventilation, filled with vermin, smells of blood and broken fingers all the time. I can't even keep the pigs in there."
He nods "Once again man, understandable." He sets the plate aside "Having a title and all that, it's tough, I feel for ya."
The young man slowly stands up and hefts his saw. "In the event of an intrusion, remember me. Not vouching for you legally, but if something attacks you I'd be happy to cut it up for you. You are an easy-looking target after all, and I'm sure the local monsters would love to take a bite."
Some of the forest around where the Fell Manor once stood is dying, the plant life withering and turning grey. The corruption doesn't cover a large area, but it does seem to slowly yet steadily be spreading.
Traitor is once again sharpening her talons, preparing for battle.
KK is stitching together parts of other (thankfully inanimate) mannequins to try and visualize some of her designs for her ultimate goal.
Isaac knocks on the door
After a few seconds of what sounds like many, many locking mechanisms being unlocked, the door opens and KK greets him. "Oh, hi there! What brings you to my studio?"
(sorry for missing this)
"Was just checking in to see how you're doing"
*It's all good, friend :)*
"I'm doing alright. Working on a big project right now. Wanna see it?"
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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)
Some of the forest around where the Fell Manor once stood is dying, the plant life withering and turning grey. The corruption doesn't cover a large area, but it does seem to slowly yet steadily be spreading.
Traitor is once again sharpening her talons, preparing for battle.
KK is stitching together parts of other (thankfully inanimate) mannequins to try and visualize some of her designs for her ultimate goal.
At some point, around the abandoned Sinclair Slaughterhouse, the blight fails to take hold. The area seems to have its own corruption, and a much more visceral one at that. It's like the ground itself is possessed.
“You mean with me? Or are you venting into something bigger here, because I could try to kill you if you want.”
There are a lot of them, each telling a story of the suffering Sparrow has had to endure. Once she’s done, he kisses her.
"Yes, if it means I 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
"No no.. not that that." He muttered.
She grins and kisses back happily.
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'm good at that" He teases, taking the cigar for a moment and taking his own drag
"Its nice to meet you too"
"What is noble?"
"Yeah, luckily you can relax." He rolls his eyes.
"What.. is this place?" He asks.
"It's good of you to only attack when they do."
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 have a bit of a reputation. I assume it's where my title came from. And for complicated reasons, I can't move away just yet. So at least for now, I'm living in the old abattoir. No ventilation, filled with vermin, smells of blood and broken fingers all the time. I can't even keep the pigs in there."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I can try it I guess"
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
“Well if you want to talk about it we can while I play Fire Emblem.”
After a while he pulls back “You’re the best choice I’ve ever made.”
He nods "Once again man, understandable." He sets the plate aside "Having a title and all that, it's tough, I feel for ya."
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." He sighs
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 sighs, a running a hand through his hair "You aren't worth talking to."
"Heh, as you are to me." She messes with his hair playfully.
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 really want to do this?"
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
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)
(sorry for missing this)
"Was just checking in to see how you're doing"
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
The young man slowly stands up and hefts his saw. "In the event of an intrusion, remember me. Not vouching for you legally, but if something attacks you I'd be happy to cut it up for you. You are an easy-looking target after all, and I'm sure the local monsters would love to take a bite."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He sighs “I know, a few years ago I would have been better, well centuries is more accurate.”
He runs his fingers through hers “Then I’ll never even consider dying, I wouldn’t want to leave you. Ever.”
*It's all good, friend :)*
"I'm doing alright. Working on a big project right now. Wanna see it?"
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)
*Hey you lot, I'm tired. I'm heading to bed.*
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
At some point, around the abandoned Sinclair Slaughterhouse, the blight fails to take hold. The area seems to have its own corruption, and a much more visceral one at that. It's like the ground itself is possessed.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Night, Wendi!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels