Thirteen picks up the boneless and folds it neatly into a handkerchief-sized square. “I am known by most as Thirteen. And you can keep this, if you like.” He hands her the boneless. “Of course, one that’s just made from assembled strips of skin from disparate sources will necessarily be weaker than one that comes from the entire hide of a freshly-killed humanoid, but necromancy isn’t about killing. The magic of death need not be the magic of murder. Remember those words, and you will make a fine necromancer.” He smiles kindly at her.
She takes the boneless, putting it in her medical pouch for later and then writing down that quote "Hmm, so necromancy is a matter of recycling what has already been used for the better. I see..." She closes her notebook and puts away her pen "Thank you for the lesson professor Thirteen."
“Professor? Humbug. I’m not a Strixhaven employee anymore, and I only ever guest-lecture at the Hall of Concordance anymore. We needn’t be so formal.”
"It's the least I could do. After all, you are my professor." They put all their things away, eating mushrooms.
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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 picks up the boneless and folds it neatly into a handkerchief-sized square. “I am known by most as Thirteen. And you can keep this, if you like.” He hands her the boneless. “Of course, one that’s just made from assembled strips of skin from disparate sources will necessarily be weaker than one that comes from the entire hide of a freshly-killed humanoid, but necromancy isn’t about killing. The magic of death need not be the magic of murder. Remember those words, and you will make a fine necromancer.” He smiles kindly at her.
She takes the boneless, putting it in her medical pouch for later and then writing down that quote "Hmm, so necromancy is a matter of recycling what has already been used for the better. I see..." She closes her notebook and puts away her pen "Thank you for the lesson professor Thirteen."
“Professor? Humbug. I’m not a Strixhaven employee anymore, and I only ever guest-lecture at the Hall of Concordance anymore. We needn’t be so formal.”
"It's the least I could do. After all, you are my professor." They put all their things away, eating mushrooms.
“Well, thank you. What exactly are those fungi you keep eating?”
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This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Hey I'm back everybody, does anyone want to roleplay?*
*Sure! I'm going to be trying little tweaks of the Butcher here and there, so if his characterization changes that's why.*
*You wanna play Sparrow for this? I'm happy with whatever character you want, but I thought I might as well pick just in case.*
*Sure, I'm fine with playing anyone, I don't have any characters in my catalogue that I don't like to play. Seeing what small changes you've made will be interesting, considering how well made all of your characters are.*
*Cool! Thank you!*
*Also, I realized that I don't actually want to draw chainsaws all the time, so I'm trying to find a new weapon for the Butcher. A pigsplitter could be neat since not a lot of characters use those. I could also have him just use claws and teeth. My dad suggested a cane, but I have no idea how that fits in with anything about this guy.*
Cursebutcher is trying to sell high-quality meat for relatively cheap considering that it's basically a farmer's market. Not maybe people are buying despite him trying to be as friendly as possible.
*A cane would work well, like a Bloodborne type dealio.*
Sparrow is also buying groceries, but he doesn't really know what to buy considering he's been dead for a long time, and hasn't been very healthy in life. He occasionally looks at the Cursebutcher, but he isn't very concerned.
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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.'
A 1990’s Ranch Style Home. With white walls, clean windows, white plastic shutters, and a front lawn, overall it looks well maintained. The only part that isn't is the driveway heading up which is cracked and has grass growing from it. The inside has one bedroom, a kitchen that is connected to a living room, one bathroom, and a basement portion. Everything, from the furniture to the fixings, is well maintained and looks to be in the same style of era as the house. The basement is in stark contrast, however.
The basement stairs are rotted and dangerous to get down. The walls are made out of cement and have burn marks over it. In the corner of the room, there is a hole that has an undetermined depth.
The only living creature in the house, and only in the basement, is a teen boy. He is around the age of 18 it seems. He wears old pajamas that resemble those of an insane asylum from the same years as the house. Unlike the rest of the house and even the basement, he is caked in dirt, his hands bruised and cut up.
Thirteen picks up the boneless and folds it neatly into a handkerchief-sized square. “I am known by most as Thirteen. And you can keep this, if you like.” He hands her the boneless. “Of course, one that’s just made from assembled strips of skin from disparate sources will necessarily be weaker than one that comes from the entire hide of a freshly-killed humanoid, but necromancy isn’t about killing. The magic of death need not be the magic of murder. Remember those words, and you will make a fine necromancer.” He smiles kindly at her.
She takes the boneless, putting it in her medical pouch for later and then writing down that quote "Hmm, so necromancy is a matter of recycling what has already been used for the better. I see..." She closes her notebook and puts away her pen "Thank you for the lesson professor Thirteen."
“Professor? Humbug. I’m not a Strixhaven employee anymore, and I only ever guest-lecture at the Hall of Concordance anymore. We needn’t be so formal.”
"It's the least I could do. After all, you are my professor." They put all their things away, eating mushrooms.
“Well, thank you. What exactly are those fungi you keep eating?”
"I don't know, found them in the woods, started growing on me." She eats another.
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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.'
*Also, I realized that I don't actually want to draw chainsaws all the time, so I'm trying to find a new weapon for the Butcher. A pigsplitter could be neat since not a lot of characters use those. I could also have him just use claws and teeth. My dad suggested a cane, but I have no idea how that fits in with anything about this guy.*
Cursebutcher is trying to sell high-quality meat for relatively cheap considering that it's basically a farmer's market. Not maybe people are buying despite him trying to be as friendly as possible.
*A cane would work well, like a Bloodborne type dealio.*
Sparrow is also buying groceries, but he doesn't really know what to buy considering he's been dead for a long time, and hasn't been very healthy in life. He occasionally looks at the Cursebutcher, but he isn't very concerned.
*Maybe with a hooked head. That could be interesting. It could also be used as a grappling hook, and maybe it splits with enough force to say, launch him into the air. I could also give him a bad leg to go with it.*
Curse seems a bit sympathetic, given his similar postion. "You need any help?
(I am [gp] exhausted. hate standardized tests so much)
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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 picks up the boneless and folds it neatly into a handkerchief-sized square. “I am known by most as Thirteen. And you can keep this, if you like.” He hands her the boneless. “Of course, one that’s just made from assembled strips of skin from disparate sources will necessarily be weaker than one that comes from the entire hide of a freshly-killed humanoid, but necromancy isn’t about killing. The magic of death need not be the magic of murder. Remember those words, and you will make a fine necromancer.” He smiles kindly at her.
She takes the boneless, putting it in her medical pouch for later and then writing down that quote "Hmm, so necromancy is a matter of recycling what has already been used for the better. I see..." She closes her notebook and puts away her pen "Thank you for the lesson professor Thirteen."
“Professor? Humbug. I’m not a Strixhaven employee anymore, and I only ever guest-lecture at the Hall of Concordance anymore. We needn’t be so formal.”
"It's the least I could do. After all, you are my professor." They put all their things away, eating mushrooms.
“Well, thank you. What exactly are those fungi you keep eating?”
"I don't know, found them in the woods, started growing on me." She eats another.
“…they might not be safe then. Mind if I take one, just to check it out?” He summons a mage hand to hold it.
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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.
*Also, I realized that I don't actually want to draw chainsaws all the time, so I'm trying to find a new weapon for the Butcher. A pigsplitter could be neat since not a lot of characters use those. I could also have him just use claws and teeth. My dad suggested a cane, but I have no idea how that fits in with anything about this guy.*
Cursebutcher is trying to sell high-quality meat for relatively cheap considering that it's basically a farmer's market. Not maybe people are buying despite him trying to be as friendly as possible.
*A cane would work well, like a Bloodborne type dealio.*
Sparrow is also buying groceries, but he doesn't really know what to buy considering he's been dead for a long time, and hasn't been very healthy in life. He occasionally looks at the Cursebutcher, but he isn't very concerned.
*Maybe with a hooked head. That could be interesting. It could also be used as a grappling hook, and maybe it splits with enough force to say, launch him into the air. I could also give him a bad leg to go with it.*
Curse seems a bit sympathetic, given his similar postion. "You need any help?
*Giving him a bum leg would be a fun detail. A hook would also work with the whole horror aspect.*
He looks up, he's been looking confused at an avocado for the past few minutes "Huh? Sure thing pardner."
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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.'
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
“…they might not be safe then. Mind if I take one, just to check it out?” He summons a mage hand to hold it.
She picks one off herself again and hands it to the mage hand "Of course professor. I assume their safe, they seem to have given me druidic abilities."
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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.'
*Maybe with a hooked head. That could be interesting. It could also be used as a grappling hook, and maybe it splits with enough force to say, launch him into the air. I could also give him a bad leg to go with it.*
Curse seems a bit sympathetic, given his similar postion. "You need any help?
*Giving him a bum leg would be a fun detail. A hook would also work with the whole horror aspect.*
He looks up, he's been looking confused at an avocado for the past few minutes "Huh? Sure thing pardner."
Butcher nods. "So, what are you looking for? A healthy and delicious meal, I'm guessing?"
A young, pale human runs into the tavern, his face hidden by his cloak, a huge, rune-covered greatsword slung across his back, chasing after a large mastiff, clattering through several tables with a few hasty, "Sorry!"s.
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
He leads her to an ancient industrial freezer. This place seems to be from the Gilded Age of America, about the same time as the Victorian Age in the UK. The chiller is barely functional, not even cold enough to keep ice cream properly solid. He pulls out some bottles that likely once contained milk, now filled and splattered with gore. "I've got a stove if you prefer it hot."
She gratefully takes one of the bottles if it is offered. "No, I prefer cold. Thank you."
She can feel his visceral essence rubbing off on the bottle as it leaves his hand. "It's hard to keep it from coagulating, but there are enough chemicals and curses in this place that it hardly matters what reality or even unreality normally dictates."
It may have been apparent before, but now it's undeniable: this man embodies this carnage, the possession this power has over this land.
"What is real or not does tend to kill the fun of doing the impossible." She takes a sip from the blood. From the way the shadows seem to bend around her- how they part where she steps, how they darken upon meeting her gaze- it's readily apparent that she is the cold darkness incarnate. A personification of the absence of light itself- as paradoxical as a being born of the absence of something is.
"I sense we are of similar nature, though of different domains."
*You up for continuing this, Baalze?*
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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)
Traitor is pacing aimlessly about outside the Inn, internally plotting something.
KK is continuing her work on trying to create her new vessel.
(might have slow responses though. I am very mentally drained)
Isaac comes in to check on her progress
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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
“…they might not be safe then. Mind if I take one, just to check it out?” He summons a mage hand to hold it.
She picks one off herself again and hands it to the mage hand "Of course professor. I assume they’re safe, they seem to have given me druidic abilities."
“I- what?! You never mentioned that!” He looks surprised but chuckles. “Well then that simplifies things incredibly! I was under the impression you had no magical abilities to begin with, which is no real issue but would have taken up quite a bit of time. A spore druid like yourself is already well on the path to becoming a necromancer, arcane or not.”
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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.
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"It's the least I could do. After all, you are my professor." They put all their things away, eating mushrooms.
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.)
“Well, thank you. What exactly are those fungi you keep eating?”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*I have emerged from the bog to play my characters once more!*
Traitor is pacing aimlessly about outside the Inn, internally plotting something.
KK is continuing her work on trying to create her new vessel.
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)
*A cane would work well, like a Bloodborne type dealio.*
Sparrow is also buying groceries, but he doesn't really know what to buy considering he's been dead for a long time, and hasn't been very healthy in life. He occasionally looks at the Cursebutcher, but he isn't very concerned.
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.)
* OKAY. HERE IS AN IDEA-*
A 1990’s Ranch Style Home. With white walls, clean windows, white plastic shutters, and a front lawn, overall it looks well maintained. The only part that isn't is the driveway heading up which is cracked and has grass growing from it. The inside has one bedroom, a kitchen that is connected to a living room, one bathroom, and a basement portion. Everything, from the furniture to the fixings, is well maintained and looks to be in the same style of era as the house. The basement is in stark contrast, however.
The basement stairs are rotted and dangerous to get down. The walls are made out of cement and have burn marks over it. In the corner of the room, there is a hole that has an undetermined depth.
The only living creature in the house, and only in the basement, is a teen boy. He is around the age of 18 it seems. He wears old pajamas that resemble those of an insane asylum from the same years as the house. Unlike the rest of the house and even the basement, he is caked in dirt, his hands bruised and cut up.
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 don't know, found them in the woods, started growing on me." She eats another.
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.)
*I am putting way to much though into this house thing.*
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
*Maybe with a hooked head. That could be interesting. It could also be used as a grappling hook, and maybe it splits with enough force to say, launch him into the air. I could also give him a bad leg to go with it.*
Curse seems a bit sympathetic, given his similar postion. "You need any help?
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*What do you mean? It's a really cool idea, an incredible idea even.*
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.)
(I am [gp] exhausted. hate standardized tests so much)
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
“…they might not be safe then. Mind if I take one, just to check it out?” He summons a mage hand to hold it.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Giving him a bum leg would be a fun detail. A hook would also work with the whole horror aspect.*
He looks up, he's been looking confused at an avocado for the past few minutes "Huh? Sure thing pardner."
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.)
(anyone want to rp)
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
She picks one off herself again and hands it to the mage hand "Of course professor. I assume their safe, they seem to have given me druidic abilities."
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.)
*Sure!*
Traitor is pacing aimlessly about outside the Inn, internally plotting something.
KK is continuing her work on trying to create her new vessel.
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)
Butcher nods. "So, what are you looking for? A healthy and delicious meal, I'm guessing?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A young, pale human runs into the tavern, his face hidden by his cloak, a huge, rune-covered greatsword slung across his back, chasing after a large mastiff, clattering through several tables with a few hasty, "Sorry!"s.
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
*You up for continuing this, Baalze?*
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)
(might have slow responses though. I am very mentally drained)
Isaac comes in to check on her progress
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- what?! You never mentioned that!” He looks surprised but chuckles. “Well then that simplifies things incredibly! I was under the impression you had no magical abilities to begin with, which is no real issue but would have taken up quite a bit of time. A spore druid like yourself is already well on the path to becoming a necromancer, arcane or not.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.