Fair enough. What’s that device you carry? Their tail flicks toward the camera.
“Ohh. Okay…” She gets to her feet and begins carefully stepping over and around the minotaur bodies, her eyes shut tightly so as to not have to see the faces of her old siblings-at-arms.
"My camera? It takes pictures." he holds it out to them.
Home watches, leaning in the doorway.
Who does it take them from?
She continues down the hall, not sure what will happen as she gets closer to the exit.
"It doesn't take them from people. A photo is a picture of a person, object, or scene that is created by a camera using light-sensitive material."
The door is still opened. Home tilts his head "So what were they to you?"
…ah.
“Family.” She sighs.
"Confusing?" He asks, tilting his head.
"Ooooh, I feel that." He chuckles.
Very.
“Do you?” She asks, her voice softer than normal. “If you’re still living, I don’t think you do.”
"Sorry about that." He winces, embarrassed.
"Yeah... You're probably right." He shrugs lightly. A sudden noise comes from behind him in the basement. He turns his head a bit, not saying anything the turns back to her, smiling.
The Seer and The Traitor are both outside the Inn, and they're fighting. Traitor turns invisible often to avoid the Seer's spells, and the Seer in turn keeps dodging and parrying whatever the Traitor throws at her. Neither one is gaining any ground, though it's clear that Traitor is growing more weary as time goes on.
The Tarnished steps in. All spells are instantly shattered. "ENOUGH!" he roars, slamming his sword into the dirt.
The Seer looks over at the Tarnished for a moment, which is just enough for Traitor to finally land a flurry of claws that tears off pieces of desiccated flesh. The two remain locked blade-and-claw in combat, though Seer seems to be enjoying it a lot more than Traitor.
The Tarnished grabs both of them and yanks them apart. "I said enough." he snarls.
Intimidation: 18
The Seer seems unfazed, but the Traitor briefly backs down, staring daggers back at the other two.
"Oh, no- I'm just getting started. Besides, it was getting a little chummy around here." The Seer grins smugly back at Traitor, who only growls something under her breath in response.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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The Seer and The Traitor are both outside the Inn, and they're fighting. Traitor turns invisible often to avoid the Seer's spells, and the Seer in turn keeps dodging and parrying whatever the Traitor throws at her. Neither one is gaining any ground, though it's clear that Traitor is growing more weary as time goes on.
The Tarnished steps in. All spells are instantly shattered. "ENOUGH!" he roars, slamming his sword into the dirt.
The Seer looks over at the Tarnished for a moment, which is just enough for Traitor to finally land a flurry of claws that tears off pieces of desiccated flesh. The two remain locked blade-and-claw in combat, though Seer seems to be enjoying it a lot more than Traitor.
The Tarnished grabs both of them and yanks them apart. "I said enough." he snarls.
Intimidation: 18
The Seer seems unfazed, but the Traitor briefly backs down, staring daggers back at the other two.
"Oh, no- I'm just getting started. Besides, it was getting a little chummy around here." The Seer grins smugly back at Traitor, who only growls something under her breath in response.
The Tarnished's glare focuses on the Seer, his eyes glowing a bright orange. "Stand down or I will cut you down where you stand." he snarls.
Intimidation: 22
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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 sees Theren and Leo side by side, pierced by black rods through their hearts. Phoenix and Nick killed with arrows and swords.
"I do not care about that nonsense. sinners need to be cleansed."
Thirteen’s mouth falls open vacantly, lost in the vision.
“Oh you’re one of those fire and brimstone-type guys? I bet it’s gotta hurt to know that sinners can advance and achieve godly power through further cruelties once they die, then.”
The vision end, throwing him back into reality, not before seeing the Nameless God's smiling face.
"And i'll cleanse them then as well."
“W-well… that didn’t work as hoped…” He gasps, blinking rapidly to try and clear the hideous visage from his sight.
“Gooooooood luck then…” He responds in a singsong voice, looking up at the sky, his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah...you saw them too...didn't you...?"
"Are you implying something, son?"
“I believe I did… hopefully it was no more than a vision of twisted ambitions, and not a twisted future… though I can’t imagine what it could want with the others I saw…”
“Usually I am, but not right now…”
*oh btw what time of day did you want to do Nick and Mauric’s wedding*
"Probably wants us all dead mate." he says simply.
Father Yosef narrows his eyes.
*We could start it now*
*i may have to leave soon so idk if that’d work*
“But why them specifically…?” He muses. “Regardless… we need to get to the bottom of this interference. The Nameless God could well be holding the souls of your friends hostage.”
Riotan’s grin widens, exposing his fang sheaths.
*ok. We could postpone until 1ish CST?*
"Or just not allowing contact." Theren says, looking over at his two short swords.
'fangs...interesting..."
*Actually I can indeed do it now, I mistook a later date for today*
“Aye. I don’t think either of us have the proper kind of magic to work around that, so we might need to find a cleric or, in some cases, a bard.”
”Oh that’s not even the half of it.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
“What god is petty enough to not want one guy talking to his dead buddies?”
He nods “Cool, nice to meet ya by the way. Name’s Tyler.”
He shakes his head “An interesting state of mind.”
"Yeah. He is."
"Leo." he says, picking up the motor and walking over to a huge bronze dragon. As he installs the motor he says, "And your talking about Nick and Maurics wedding, yeah?"
"It's simple."
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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.
The Seer and The Traitor are both outside the Inn, and they're fighting. Traitor turns invisible often to avoid the Seer's spells, and the Seer in turn keeps dodging and parrying whatever the Traitor throws at her. Neither one is gaining any ground, though it's clear that Traitor is growing more weary as time goes on.
The Tarnished steps in. All spells are instantly shattered. "ENOUGH!" he roars, slamming his sword into the dirt.
The Seer looks over at the Tarnished for a moment, which is just enough for Traitor to finally land a flurry of claws that tears off pieces of desiccated flesh. The two remain locked blade-and-claw in combat, though Seer seems to be enjoying it a lot more than Traitor.
The Tarnished grabs both of them and yanks them apart. "I said enough." he snarls.
Intimidation: 18
The Seer seems unfazed, but the Traitor briefly backs down, staring daggers back at the other two.
"Oh, no- I'm just getting started. Besides, it was getting a little chummy around here." The Seer grins smugly back at Traitor, who only growls something under her breath in response.
The Tarnished's glare focuses on the Seer, his eyes glowing a bright orange. "Stand down or I will cut you down where you stand." he snarls.
Intimidation: 27
"Awww, how quaint. You really think-" She is interrupted by another attack from Traitor, leaving deep gashes in their rotting face.
"Maybe if you stopped gloating about how strong you are, you'd actually be winning right now." Traitor quips back, a feral glee in their light 'eyes'.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*If the Nick & Mauric wedding is happening now, you’ve got to know the Celestial gym bro is dating, anyway, time for things to get really sad ig.*
*Wdym sad?*
*Isnt Nick finna die soon anyway?*
*yeah, in like, 5ish months. But I might retcon that and just have everyone live happily ever after*
*I would like it to the retconned, Mauric deserves a happily ever after, but if he does die, that five month build up will be very sad.*
*I think either path works fine. It’s your choice Theren, and I am comfortable playing the version of Mauric that results from whichever fate you choose.*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"It's not working. I'm being blocked by a god."
"Not too long. Just finished actually."
"Some things cannot be saved."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Sorry about that." He winces, embarrassed.
"Yeah... You're probably right." He shrugs lightly. A sudden noise comes from behind him in the basement. He turns his head a bit, not saying anything the turns back to her, smiling.
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
The Seer seems unfazed, but the Traitor briefly backs down, staring daggers back at the other two.
"Oh, no- I'm just getting started. Besides, it was getting a little chummy around here." The Seer grins smugly back at Traitor, who only growls something under her breath in response.
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)
*Time to DIY body disposal.*
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
*Isnt Nick finna die soon anyway?*
The Tarnished's glare focuses on the Seer, his eyes glowing a bright orange. "Stand down or I will cut you down where you stand." he snarls.
Intimidation: 22
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*yeah, in like, 5ish months. But I might retcon that and just have everyone live happily ever after*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“What god is petty enough to not want one guy talking to his dead buddies?”
He nods “Cool, nice to meet ya by the way. Name’s Tyler.”
He shakes his head “An interesting state of mind.”
*I just wanted to pop in for a second to say hi.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Actually I can indeed do it now, I mistook a later date for today*
“Aye. I don’t think either of us have the proper kind of magic to work around that, so we might need to find a cleric or, in some cases, a bard.”
”Oh that’s not even the half of it.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*I would like it to the retconned, Mauric deserves a happily ever after, but if he does die, that five month build up will be very sad.*
*Hi.*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Time for you to learn how to DIY body disposal.*
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
"Yeah. He is."
"Leo." he says, picking up the motor and walking over to a huge bronze dragon. As he installs the motor he says, "And your talking about Nick and Maurics wedding, yeah?"
"It's simple."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Baalze I am just incredibly sorry I left yesterday. I was very sick.*
(hi Baal)
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"Awww, how quaint. You really think-" She is interrupted by another attack from Traitor, leaving deep gashes in their rotting face.
"Maybe if you stopped gloating about how strong you are, you'd actually be winning right now." Traitor quips back, a feral glee in their light 'eyes'.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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*Alrighty. Should we postpone these characters and focus on the wedding?*
"maybe." Theren says. "Or I could solve it my way..."
"Really now?"
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This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I think either path works fine. It’s your choice Theren, and I am comfortable playing the version of Mauric that results from whichever fate you choose.*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
(why do people need to learn DIY body disposal?)
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