*Erm...so...I'm back...I, ah, got injured tho and bled on my crime scene sketch...*
*oh dear what happened, are you okay?*
*my idiotic team member decided that letting go of the tape measurer end from 16 ft away was a great idea and the sharp end slammed into my knuckle.*
*I'ma be honest, I would have done the exact same thing for the sake of just doing it. Sorry it happened though, did you clean the wound? Bandage it up?*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Thirteen is magically assembling the skin pieces with Paracelsus, arranging them in the shape of the lesser necrotic glyph.
It's much more Thirteen than Paracelsus, more them watching and learning, writing notes as well as making highly detailed drawings.
“Now, the fact that the skin animates is due to three important factors. The most important is the way in which the sample’s “donor” passed. If it was a painful or humiliating death, it is much more likely to have a lingering and persistent bit of life about it. The residual magic of the mending spell also proves helpful, and the glyph channels energy from the Negative Plane. These are the elements that lead to the easy artificial animation of a boneless.” He tells her as he seals the pieces together into a blanketlike shape.
She writes it all down as quickly as she can, refined writing for every word he said " So its some kind of vengeful spirit principle that allows that life force to persist and be harnessed by the glyphs and Mending spell?" She writes down her own question, illustrating the glyph "And when you say boneless do you mean animated skeletons like those found in crypts made by necromancers or something else?"
“The mending spell merely helps more effectively seal any remaining animating essence inside the skin, and the lesser necrotic glyph being formed by the seams provides constant energy to the spirit, such that it may act and be powered as though it lived, essentially replacing the supportive function of the missing rest of the soul. And ‘boneless’ is the name for what we’re making here, since it, well… lacks bones.”
She nods "Hmm a practical name. So it is more meant to empower what is already there than prove a sort of outside energy source. I don't have the sort of magical power you have access to, but I can see how this is done."
“At the moment you may not, but wizardry is astonishingly mundane compared to things like the magic of druids or warlocks. It’s less so ‘channeling’ and far more ‘commanding’. By speaking to the universe through the correct lexicon, you may achieve hitherto-unthinkably powerful acts of magic. All that is required is patience, study, and maybe a little luck.”
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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.
*Erm...so...I'm back...I, ah, got injured tho and bled on my crime scene sketch...*
*oh dear what happened, are you okay?*
*my idiotic team member decided that letting go of the tape measurer end from 16 ft away was a great idea and the sharp end slammed into my knuckle.*
*I'ma be honest, I would have done the exact same thing for the sake of just doing it. Sorry it happened though, did you clean the wound? Bandage it up?*
*Yeah, I have two bandaids and tried to tourniquet it cuz it needs to stop bleeding. But you shouldn't do that, seeing as you could hurt someone*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Erm...so...I'm back...I, ah, got injured tho and bled on my crime scene sketch...*
*oh dear what happened, are you okay?*
*my idiotic team member decided that letting go of the tape measurer end from 16 ft away was a great idea and the sharp end slammed into my knuckle.*
*I'ma be honest, I would have done the exact same thing for the sake of just doing it. Sorry it happened though, did you clean the wound? Bandage it up?*
*Yeah, I have two bandaids and tried to tourniquet it cuz it needs to stop bleeding. But you shouldn't do that, seeing as you could hurt someone*
*I know not to do that now! At least the wound isn't that bad right? Thank goodness things weren't worse.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He gives her a little kiss "That sure ain't good then. They probably won't find this camp for a bit, but they sure as [gp] know I'm nearby, and wont stop til they find me."
Stroth hisses and jumps down, beginning to summon stone pillars around the camp.
He stands up, just putting his hands in his hips and watching "What are ya doin' there?"
"Setting up Warding Glyphs just in case of emergency around your camp.. They should keep anything out." She sighs, running a hand through her hair.
He takes his hat off and gets up, hugging her from behind "You really are amazin' aren't ya. He holds her tight, looking to the wards "I wouldn't have thought of anythin' half this good.""
Her ears turn red as she laughs a bit "I am not amazing.." She rolls her eyes "I don't want to let you get hurt."
Thirteen is magically assembling the skin pieces with Paracelsus, arranging them in the shape of the lesser necrotic glyph.
It's much more Thirteen than Paracelsus, more them watching and learning, writing notes as well as making highly detailed drawings.
“Now, the fact that the skin animates is due to three important factors. The most important is the way in which the sample’s “donor” passed. If it was a painful or humiliating death, it is much more likely to have a lingering and persistent bit of life about it. The residual magic of the mending spell also proves helpful, and the glyph channels energy from the Negative Plane. These are the elements that lead to the easy artificial animation of a boneless.” He tells her as he seals the pieces together into a blanketlike shape.
She writes it all down as quickly as she can, refined writing for every word he said " So its some kind of vengeful spirit principle that allows that life force to persist and be harnessed by the glyphs and Mending spell?" She writes down her own question, illustrating the glyph "And when you say boneless do you mean animated skeletons like those found in crypts made by necromancers or something else?"
“The mending spell merely helps more effectively seal any remaining animating essence inside the skin, and the lesser necrotic glyph being formed by the seams provides constant energy to the spirit, such that it may act and be powered as though it lived, essentially replacing the supportive function of the missing rest of the soul. And ‘boneless’ is the name for what we’re making here, since it, well… lacks bones.”
She nods "Hmm a practical name. So it is more meant to empower what is already there than prove a sort of outside energy source. I don't have the sort of magical power you have access to, but I can see how this is done."
“At the moment you may not, but wizardry is astonishingly mundane compared to things like the magic of druids or warlocks. It’s less so ‘channeling’ and far more ‘commanding’. By speaking to the universe through the correct lexicon, you may achieve hitherto-unthinkably powerful acts of magic. All that is required is patience, study, and maybe a little luck.”
She nods along, writing all of that down, muttering to herself "Hmm, interesting." She takes one of the mushrooms that grew off her body, opening a piece of the mask, revealing dark chocolate skin as she eats the mushroom, before putting the mask back on.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Erm...so...I'm back...I, ah, got injured tho and bled on my crime scene sketch...*
*oh dear what happened, are you okay?*
*my idiotic team member decided that letting go of the tape measurer end from 16 ft away was a great idea and the sharp end slammed into my knuckle.*
*I'ma be honest, I would have done the exact same thing for the sake of just doing it. Sorry it happened though, did you clean the wound? Bandage it up?*
*Yeah, I have two bandaids and tried to tourniquet it cuz it needs to stop bleeding. But you shouldn't do that, seeing as you could hurt someone*
*I know not to do that now! At least the wound isn't that bad right? Thank goodness things weren't worse.*
*Ah, funny thing. Its bleeding badly under the band-aid*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He gives her a little kiss "That sure ain't good then. They probably won't find this camp for a bit, but they sure as [gp] know I'm nearby, and wont stop til they find me."
Stroth hisses and jumps down, beginning to summon stone pillars around the camp.
He stands up, just putting his hands in his hips and watching "What are ya doin' there?"
"Setting up Warding Glyphs just in case of emergency around your camp.. They should keep anything out." She sighs, running a hand through her hair.
He takes his hat off and gets up, hugging her from behind "You really are amazin' aren't ya. He holds her tight, looking to the wards "I wouldn't have thought of anythin' half this good.""
Her ears turn red as she laughs a bit "I am not amazing.." She rolls her eyes "I don't want to let you get hurt."
He smiles at her laughter, music to his ears "You really are, no matter what you think. The best I could have done is ropes and bells."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Erm...so...I'm back...I, ah, got injured tho and bled on my crime scene sketch...*
*oh dear what happened, are you okay?*
*my idiotic team member decided that letting go of the tape measurer end from 16 ft away was a great idea and the sharp end slammed into my knuckle.*
*I'ma be honest, I would have done the exact same thing for the sake of just doing it. Sorry it happened though, did you clean the wound? Bandage it up?*
*Yeah, I have two bandaids and tried to tourniquet it cuz it needs to stop bleeding. But you shouldn't do that, seeing as you could hurt someone*
*I know not to do that now! At least the wound isn't that bad right? Thank goodness things weren't worse.*
*Ah, funny thing. Its bleeding badly under the band-aid*
*At least something is taking up most of the blood. Trying to see the bright side here.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He gives her a little kiss "That sure ain't good then. They probably won't find this camp for a bit, but they sure as [gp] know I'm nearby, and wont stop til they find me."
Stroth hisses and jumps down, beginning to summon stone pillars around the camp.
He stands up, just putting his hands in his hips and watching "What are ya doin' there?"
"Setting up Warding Glyphs just in case of emergency around your camp.. They should keep anything out." She sighs, running a hand through her hair.
He takes his hat off and gets up, hugging her from behind "You really are amazin' aren't ya. He holds her tight, looking to the wards "I wouldn't have thought of anythin' half this good.""
Her ears turn red as she laughs a bit "I am not amazing.." She rolls her eyes "I don't want to let you get hurt."
He smiles at her laughter, music to his ears "You really are, no matter what you think. The best I could have done is ropes and bells."
She makes a numerous amount of noises consistent with a hiss, getting flustered and grinning madly "I can teach you some basic spells if you want."
Thirteen is magically assembling the skin pieces with Paracelsus, arranging them in the shape of the lesser necrotic glyph.
It's much more Thirteen than Paracelsus, more them watching and learning, writing notes as well as making highly detailed drawings.
“Now, the fact that the skin animates is due to three important factors. The most important is the way in which the sample’s “donor” passed. If it was a painful or humiliating death, it is much more likely to have a lingering and persistent bit of life about it. The residual magic of the mending spell also proves helpful, and the glyph channels energy from the Negative Plane. These are the elements that lead to the easy artificial animation of a boneless.” He tells her as he seals the pieces together into a blanketlike shape.
She writes it all down as quickly as she can, refined writing for every word he said " So its some kind of vengeful spirit principle that allows that life force to persist and be harnessed by the glyphs and Mending spell?" She writes down her own question, illustrating the glyph "And when you say boneless do you mean animated skeletons like those found in crypts made by necromancers or something else?"
“The mending spell merely helps more effectively seal any remaining animating essence inside the skin, and the lesser necrotic glyph being formed by the seams provides constant energy to the spirit, such that it may act and be powered as though it lived, essentially replacing the supportive function of the missing rest of the soul. And ‘boneless’ is the name for what we’re making here, since it, well… lacks bones.”
She nods "Hmm a practical name. So it is more meant to empower what is already there than prove a sort of outside energy source. I don't have the sort of magical power you have access to, but I can see how this is done."
“At the moment you may not, but wizardry is astonishingly mundane compared to things like the magic of druids or warlocks. It’s less so ‘channeling’ and far more ‘commanding’. By speaking to the universe through the correct lexicon, you may achieve hitherto-unthinkably powerful acts of magic. All that is required is patience, study, and maybe a little luck.”
She nods along, writing all of that down, muttering to herself "Hmm, interesting." She takes one of the mushrooms that grew off her body, opening a piece of the mask, revealing dark chocolate skin as she eats the mushroom, before putting the mask back on.
“Now see how those factors, along with a light spell to stimulate the latent spirit-” He presses a finger to the center of the necrotic glyph, and the carpet of dead skin begins to undulate feebly. “-create something beyond life itself.”
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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.
*my idiotic team member decided that letting go of the tape measurer end from 16 ft away was a great idea and the sharp end slammed into my knuckle.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I'ma be honest, I would have done the exact same thing for the sake of just doing it. Sorry it happened though, did you clean the wound? Bandage it up?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“At the moment you may not, but wizardry is astonishingly mundane compared to things like the magic of druids or warlocks. It’s less so ‘channeling’ and far more ‘commanding’. By speaking to the universe through the correct lexicon, you may achieve hitherto-unthinkably powerful acts of magic. All that is required is patience, study, and maybe a little luck.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Yeah, I have two bandaids and tried to tourniquet it cuz it needs to stop bleeding. But you shouldn't do that, seeing as you could hurt someone*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*That sounds rough. Did you get the injury fixed up?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*yeah..*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I know not to do that now! At least the wound isn't that bad right? Thank goodness things weren't worse.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*heal well, my friend. there’s nothing more annoying than getting perforated.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Her ears turn red as she laughs a bit "I am not amazing.." She rolls her eyes "I don't want to let you get hurt."
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 along, writing all of that down, muttering to herself "Hmm, interesting." She takes one of the mushrooms that grew off her body, opening a piece of the mask, revealing dark chocolate skin as she eats the mushroom, before putting the mask back on.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Ah, funny thing. Its bleeding badly under the band-aid*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*It hurts, badly*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He smiles at her laughter, music to his ears "You really are, no matter what you think. The best I could have done is ropes and bells."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*At least something is taking up most of the blood. Trying to see the bright side here.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She makes a numerous amount of noises consistent with a hiss, getting flustered and grinning madly "I can teach you some basic spells if you want."
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
*[hug]*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Anyways, updates for now*
The Hand Of God members are in their hideout relaxing after the fight.
Theren is sitting in the library unconscious in a summoning circle.
Phoenix is in the woods, dressed in his military fatigues. His rifle is in hand with a silencer on it as he hunts down some mercenaries.
-open slots for y'all to nab whoever-
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Now see how those factors, along with a light spell to stimulate the latent spirit-” He presses a finger to the center of the necrotic glyph, and the carpet of dead skin begins to undulate feebly. “-create something beyond life itself.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Riotan wanders in, looking around morosely, attracted by the arcane energies.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Good morning scrimblo*