He nods. "Real shame. They were well-crafted and animated. That's why I assumed they were hostile. Ghost parades, as we call them where I'm from, typically have cheaper shambling droves."
“Oh? What of? Surely not zombie clots.”
"They typically just grab whatever imprisoned or experimental undead they have on hand and drag them around town in chains. When they do take the effort to make special ones, they're rarely anything other than basic zombies and scarecrows."
“Have they no pride?” He murmurs, shaking his head. “Fear not, I am a far more elegant deathmage. The Cycle is a beautiful phenomenon and deserves to be celebrated with due artistry.”
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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.
Thirteen is leading a macabre parade of his many slinking and shambling undead out of the woods and toward town. He looks oddly sinister, almost like the wicked necromancers that are so often reviled in folklore.
Mauric is lying on his back on the roof, his tail occasionally flipping back and forth wearily, gazing up at the stars.
Loriche is attempting to melt down all the random rocks she’s gathered at her camp, and large plumes of foul dark green smoke are curling up from the cauldron.
Riotan is beating large numbers of rats to death in an alley and shoveling them into his gullet. He’s let the beast out a bit, it seems.
Klei is trying to move stolen goods.
Isaac heads out towards the horde with his crossbow in hand
Thirteen spots him and halts the procession. “What is it, my dear lad?”
he gestures towards the undead with disgust "those things look like they're headed towards town. might as well pick some of them off before they get there"
“I’m leading them. It’s just a parade for the holiday. Don’t worry, they’re all completely under my control and I’ll bury them again the moment I get past the borders of town.”
He looks briefly confused before realizing "I completely forgot All Hallows was tonight"
“Yes, and the people of this town should see that not everything that seems evil is dangerous to them.” He gestures to the many shadows, skeletons, zombies, scarecrows, and ghouls. “Harmless, the lot of them, and quite endearing in a way.”
"i've seen what they can do to a town in a night"
“Yes but you can just simply-” He snaps his fingers and all of the undead collapse or dissipate. “-turn them off. Oh, and on.” He snaps his fingers again, and they all resume their 'positions.
"It gives me the chills either way. Keep your dead in line, necromancer" he spits out that last word
“Sir, I am a member of a noble, if occasionally misguided school and creed. Necromancers may wield powers that unenlightened societies deem villainous, but everything has the potential to help and enhance the knowledge of this world. To paraphrase Norton Juster, ‘Whenever you gain knowledge, the whole world grows a little bit richer.’ So does it really matter what kind of knowledge it may be?”
"it does, but i have learned not to ask those kinds of questions"
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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 don’t mind rp with any of yours nor any of mine, almost all my characters will have a costume for Halloween though. Just for flavor.*
*Baalze? Anyone?*
*…i’m here*
*Do you want to rp with me or are you just here so I’m not alone?*
*both :)*
*Who would you like then good friend?*
*uhhh Crusader*
*Crusader granted.*
The Crusader isn’t taking part, thinking back to when his son would go around the village, getting at least one piece of candy from the poor yet generous people there.
Riotan sits next to him. “Painful memories, eh?” He inquires.
He looks to Riotan and then to the night sky “Painful might be the right word. Maybe.”
“Traumatic? Regretful? Maybe even… happy?”
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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.
"They typically just grab whatever imprisoned or experimental undead they have on hand and drag them around town in chains. When they do take the effort to make special ones, they're rarely anything other than basic zombies and scarecrows."
“Have they no pride?” He murmurs, shaking his head. “Fear not, I am a far more elegant deathmage. The Cycle is a beautiful phenomenon and deserves to be celebrated with due artistry.”
"Sweet sentiment. Most spirit callers when I was alive were pretty utilitarian. Probably because you needed a license to practice on anything larger than a dog."
*I don’t mind rp with any of yours nor any of mine, almost all my characters will have a costume for Halloween though. Just for flavor.*
*Baalze? Anyone?*
*…i’m here*
*Do you want to rp with me or are you just here so I’m not alone?*
*both :)*
*Who would you like then good friend?*
*uhhh Crusader*
*Crusader granted.*
The Crusader isn’t taking part, thinking back to when his son would go around the village, getting at least one piece of candy from the poor yet generous people there.
Riotan sits next to him. “Painful memories, eh?” He inquires.
He looks to Riotan and then to the night sky “Painful might be the right word. Maybe.”
“Traumatic? Regretful? Maybe even… happy?”
“Depends on the day. Today… regret.” He looks to the ground, taking his helmet off, “I’m just not sure I made the right choice.”
"They typically just grab whatever imprisoned or experimental undead they have on hand and drag them around town in chains. When they do take the effort to make special ones, they're rarely anything other than basic zombies and scarecrows."
“Have they no pride?” He murmurs, shaking his head. “Fear not, I am a far more elegant deathmage. The Cycle is a beautiful phenomenon and deserves to be celebrated with due artistry.”
"Sweet sentiment. Most spirit callers when I was alive were pretty utilitarian. Probably because you needed a license to practice on anything larger than a dog."
“Bureaucracy is the bane of the magus, as they say. When was this exactly? And where?”
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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.
*pffft, wat-*
*i will, super excited :D*
“Have they no pride?” He murmurs, shaking his head. “Fear not, I am a far more elegant deathmage. The Cycle is a beautiful phenomenon and deserves to be celebrated with due artistry.”
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 looks to Barbeau with a smile “Most do don’t they, but I’d think myself good enough with a gun not to kill nobody.”
He takes the candy, smiling wide, revealing his incredibly sharp vampire teeth. He nods as a thank you.
He looks to his hands full “Do you have a bag I could use? Oh and hi! I’m Gon Freecss!”
"I can see where you get your looks from" He smiles, taking a moment to spin her in time with the song, "They seem to be having fun"
"it does, but i have learned not to ask those kinds of questions"
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
“Traumatic? Regretful? Maybe even… happy?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Sweet sentiment. Most spirit callers when I was alive were pretty utilitarian. Probably because you needed a license to practice on anything larger than a dog."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*luna cut*
“How so?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Depends on the day. Today… regret.” He looks to the ground, taking his helmet off, “I’m just not sure I made the right choice.”
*Dang, I think I gotta go now. I was having fun.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Bureaucracy is the bane of the magus, as they say. When was this exactly? And where?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Later man, tomorrow is always another chance.*
*sorry but i gotta sign off*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Wait, I've got 30 more minutes.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"True~" He chuckles, enjoying the sound of her giggle
He shrugs. "Can't argue with that statement."
Felix nods back respectfully.
"Hi, I'm Cursebutcher." He reaches behind his chair and grabs the candy bag he filled the bowl with. It's still half-full. "You think this will work?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*YES!!!*