A woman walks in with two great stone golems behind her. The golems are made out of white marble with iron veins through the stone that glitter like gems. The heads are shaped to resemble a helmed warrior, goldens eyes peeked out from the slits in the helms. They each had a diamond in the center of their chest that was shaped like a square. They both held great swords that were imbued with runes, the swords were made out of thick cut metal with marble handles.
The woman stood almost 7 feet tall. She had ivory-like skin that almost the color of the golems behind her, long raven-black wavy hair that ended at her lower back, amber eyes that were the color of tree sap with golden speckles in them, and delicate features like that of a doll. She was clothed in a white blouse that was soft to the touch and that had long sleeves like that of a kimono, a floor-length skirt that sweep across the floor like a ballgown, metal heeled boots that quietly made a metal "clink" each time that tapped across the floor, and a thin silver band around her neck.
She sat down at a table as the golem took either side of her like guards poised to kill anything that got near her. She ordered a tea and hot meal for the moment before resting her head on her hand and watching the room.
Vivian drops out of the cieling into the chair across her, "Hi there!"
The golem move to raise the swords before the woman holds up a hand and they stop. "Hello there" she said and smiled
"I like your statues," she say, ignoring that she could've been stabbed
"They are golems dear child" she said
"But they're stone?"
She nods "My name is Sarah Ultide. Great mechanic of the golden army. I have many centuries of lives under my belt."
"Golden army?" Her eyes light up, "I read story books about them!"
"Ah, so my achievements have been recorded in history!" she said with a grin "Ill tell you a secret dear if you promise to keep it and never tell a soul" she said and raised a delicate finger to her lips.
Vivian nods eagerly, "Promise!"
She leaned forward and whispered to her "My head is the only thing still alive, everything below that is made of metal, stone, and wood" she said and pulled back, smiling a bit.
"Wooooaaaahhh!" SHe says, clearly amazed
She puts her hands on either side of her head and lifts the head clean off of her neck where the silver band is. She giggles a bit "Half of me is a walking doll while the 5%, aka the head, is real"
Rusty dipped his head in thanks, moving over to the nearest window, cracking it open. "If you would, please look just down there on the road. It will be quite obvious what I want to show you.
If Ennard looks down, he'll see a large carriage made of black wood accented by white iron, pulled by two horses, one a light silver grey, similar to Rusty's hair, and the other a deep velvet black, looking like a living shadow almost. At just a glance, it is very clear that there is something magical about the carriage, for it has no windows, and the only door into it was the back door, and even that had no window, also being very hard to tell against the carriage. Currently it is open, with a blank wooden puppet about half the size of Rusty standing next to it, and a glance into it reveals that the inside is much, much larger than the outside, so that is most likely the magical feeling coming from it.
"I see. You enjoy carriages?"
"I suppose I should vocally elaborate a bit more. The implication I am providing with this is a home. On the inside is a house equivalent to a mansion, with a large kitchen and a larger dining hall. In my years, I have made many objects like that wooden figure there to serve as my staff, and they follow orders to the very last word. It is quite lonely there by myself, even with my staff. If someone were to come under my wing as an apprentice, they would be provided with a room based off of their wants and needs, and be allowed unlimited access to the kitchen, especially if they are skilled at cooking. They would also be allowed to bring in any guest, or any amount of guests, that they want. The only downside is that the magic requires no windows, and zero sight in or out, other than the door, so the only sources of lights would be candles or magical lights. The staff is allowed to come in and out, so sending messages would be as simple as talking to the nearest coat rack." After this little speech, Rusty smiles up at Ennard, letting the implications sink in. "So you see, my conditions for you to be my apprentice would not affect your lifestyle too much, other than tiny exceptions here and there, but those can be talked over in the moment they are happening."
"I see." It moves over to a drawer and pulls out a small, white object that looks like a cross between a potato and a human head.
"This is a False Hydra spawn. Bring it into your carriage and pulp it. Mark a rectangle about your size on a wall in its remains. Then, a door to my attic will appear at midnight. Then, I will serve as your apprentice, but under one condition: you will not use my appearance as a method of entertainment, weaponry, or otherwise."
Rusty dipped his head in thanks, moving over to the nearest window, cracking it open. "If you would, please look just down there on the road. It will be quite obvious what I want to show you.
If Ennard looks down, he'll see a large carriage made of black wood accented by white iron, pulled by two horses, one a light silver grey, similar to Rusty's hair, and the other a deep velvet black, looking like a living shadow almost. At just a glance, it is very clear that there is something magical about the carriage, for it has no windows, and the only door into it was the back door, and even that had no window, also being very hard to tell against the carriage. Currently it is open, with a blank wooden puppet about half the size of Rusty standing next to it, and a glance into it reveals that the inside is much, much larger than the outside, so that is most likely the magical feeling coming from it.
"I see. You enjoy carriages?"
"I suppose I should vocally elaborate a bit more. The implication I am providing with this is a home. On the inside is a house equivalent to a mansion, with a large kitchen and a larger dining hall. In my years, I have made many objects like that wooden figure there to serve as my staff, and they follow orders to the very last word. It is quite lonely there by myself, even with my staff. If someone were to come under my wing as an apprentice, they would be provided with a room based off of their wants and needs, and be allowed unlimited access to the kitchen, especially if they are skilled at cooking. They would also be allowed to bring in any guest, or any amount of guests, that they want. The only downside is that the magic requires no windows, and zero sight in or out, other than the door, so the only sources of lights would be candles or magical lights. The staff is allowed to come in and out, so sending messages would be as simple as talking to the nearest coat rack." After this little speech, Rusty smiles up at Ennard, letting the implications sink in. "So you see, my conditions for you to be my apprentice would not affect your lifestyle too much, other than tiny exceptions here and there, but those can be talked over in the moment they are happening."
"I see." It moves over to a drawer and pulls out a small, white object that looks like a cross between a potato and a human head.
"This is a False Hydra spawn. Bring it into your carriage and pulp it. Mark a rectangle about your size on a wall in its remains. Then, a door to my attic will appear at midnight. Then, I will serve as your apprentice, but under one condition: you will not use my appearance as a method of entertainment, weaponry, or otherwise."
Rusty nodded. "That was never the plan anyways, dear apprentice." He accepted the False Hydra spawn and tucked it safely into his coat. "I look forward to our future lessons."
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Rusty dipped his head in thanks, moving over to the nearest window, cracking it open. "If you would, please look just down there on the road. It will be quite obvious what I want to show you.
If Ennard looks down, he'll see a large carriage made of black wood accented by white iron, pulled by two horses, one a light silver grey, similar to Rusty's hair, and the other a deep velvet black, looking like a living shadow almost. At just a glance, it is very clear that there is something magical about the carriage, for it has no windows, and the only door into it was the back door, and even that had no window, also being very hard to tell against the carriage. Currently it is open, with a blank wooden puppet about half the size of Rusty standing next to it, and a glance into it reveals that the inside is much, much larger than the outside, so that is most likely the magical feeling coming from it.
"I see. You enjoy carriages?"
"I suppose I should vocally elaborate a bit more. The implication I am providing with this is a home. On the inside is a house equivalent to a mansion, with a large kitchen and a larger dining hall. In my years, I have made many objects like that wooden figure there to serve as my staff, and they follow orders to the very last word. It is quite lonely there by myself, even with my staff. If someone were to come under my wing as an apprentice, they would be provided with a room based off of their wants and needs, and be allowed unlimited access to the kitchen, especially if they are skilled at cooking. They would also be allowed to bring in any guest, or any amount of guests, that they want. The only downside is that the magic requires no windows, and zero sight in or out, other than the door, so the only sources of lights would be candles or magical lights. The staff is allowed to come in and out, so sending messages would be as simple as talking to the nearest coat rack." After this little speech, Rusty smiles up at Ennard, letting the implications sink in. "So you see, my conditions for you to be my apprentice would not affect your lifestyle too much, other than tiny exceptions here and there, but those can be talked over in the moment they are happening."
"I see." It moves over to a drawer and pulls out a small, white object that looks like a cross between a potato and a human head.
"This is a False Hydra spawn. Bring it into your carriage and pulp it. Mark a rectangle about your size on a wall in its remains. Then, a door to my attic will appear at midnight. Then, I will serve as your apprentice, but under one condition: you will not use my appearance as a method of entertainment, weaponry, or otherwise."
Rusty nodded. "That was never the plan anyways, dear apprentice." He accepted the False Hydra spawn and tucked it safely into his coat. "I look forward to our future lessons."
"As do I."
*Now E is even more like a horror campaign villain. Imagine this: a toymaker comes to town, and the children start disappearing for hours at a time. Then, everyone finds out that a monster has been luring them into the toymaker's carriage for an unknown reason.*
Rusty dipped his head in thanks, moving over to the nearest window, cracking it open. "If you would, please look just down there on the road. It will be quite obvious what I want to show you.
If Ennard looks down, he'll see a large carriage made of black wood accented by white iron, pulled by two horses, one a light silver grey, similar to Rusty's hair, and the other a deep velvet black, looking like a living shadow almost. At just a glance, it is very clear that there is something magical about the carriage, for it has no windows, and the only door into it was the back door, and even that had no window, also being very hard to tell against the carriage. Currently it is open, with a blank wooden puppet about half the size of Rusty standing next to it, and a glance into it reveals that the inside is much, much larger than the outside, so that is most likely the magical feeling coming from it.
"I see. You enjoy carriages?"
"I suppose I should vocally elaborate a bit more. The implication I am providing with this is a home. On the inside is a house equivalent to a mansion, with a large kitchen and a larger dining hall. In my years, I have made many objects like that wooden figure there to serve as my staff, and they follow orders to the very last word. It is quite lonely there by myself, even with my staff. If someone were to come under my wing as an apprentice, they would be provided with a room based off of their wants and needs, and be allowed unlimited access to the kitchen, especially if they are skilled at cooking. They would also be allowed to bring in any guest, or any amount of guests, that they want. The only downside is that the magic requires no windows, and zero sight in or out, other than the door, so the only sources of lights would be candles or magical lights. The staff is allowed to come in and out, so sending messages would be as simple as talking to the nearest coat rack." After this little speech, Rusty smiles up at Ennard, letting the implications sink in. "So you see, my conditions for you to be my apprentice would not affect your lifestyle too much, other than tiny exceptions here and there, but those can be talked over in the moment they are happening."
"I see." It moves over to a drawer and pulls out a small, white object that looks like a cross between a potato and a human head.
"This is a False Hydra spawn. Bring it into your carriage and pulp it. Mark a rectangle about your size on a wall in its remains. Then, a door to my attic will appear at midnight. Then, I will serve as your apprentice, but under one condition: you will not use my appearance as a method of entertainment, weaponry, or otherwise."
Rusty nodded. "That was never the plan anyways, dear apprentice." He accepted the False Hydra spawn and tucked it safely into his coat. "I look forward to our future lessons."
"As do I."
*Now E is even more like a horror campaign villain. Imagine this: a toymaker comes to town, and the children start disappearing for hours at a time. Then, everyone finds out that a monster has been luring them into the toymaker's carriage for an unknown reason.*
Rusty smiled and ate the rest of his chicken, bone and all, then left the room.
*Lol, Rusty really isn't any better. He's more or less just a physically humanized version of E. That's what made me think about Rusty, and as such, remaking him. The only major difference would probably be that Rusty really is good-meaning, really deep inside.*
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*I'm probably gonna intro a normal character next. Also, my brother just told me that if E and Rusty got one more member, they'd basically be a coven of hags.*
*I'm probably gonna intro a normal character next. Also, my brother just told me that if E and Rusty got one more member, they'd basically be a coven of hags.*
*Pffffft*
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"Thats so cool!"
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*Welp, guess i wait until tommorrow to finish my stuff :p* *Three day intro, new record!*
*Bye lawrence! Have a good day!*
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Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
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"I see." It moves over to a drawer and pulls out a small, white object that looks like a cross between a potato and a human head.
"This is a False Hydra spawn. Bring it into your carriage and pulp it. Mark a rectangle about your size on a wall in its remains. Then, a door to my attic will appear at midnight. Then, I will serve as your apprentice, but under one condition: you will not use my appearance as a method of entertainment, weaponry, or otherwise."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Rusty nodded. "That was never the plan anyways, dear apprentice." He accepted the False Hydra spawn and tucked it safely into his coat. "I look forward to our future lessons."
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"As do I."
*Now E is even more like a horror campaign villain. Imagine this: a toymaker comes to town, and the children start disappearing for hours at a time. Then, everyone finds out that a monster has been luring them into the toymaker's carriage for an unknown reason.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Soooo, characters*
Jason is upstairs
Vivian is chilling downstairs with lawrences new character but can be led away elsewhere
-Literally pick anyone you want-
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Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
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Rusty smiled and ate the rest of his chicken, bone and all, then left the room.
*Lol, Rusty really isn't any better. He's more or less just a physically humanized version of E. That's what made me think about Rusty, and as such, remaking him. The only major difference would probably be that Rusty really is good-meaning, really deep inside.*
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I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*>:)*
Rusty walks by, humming 'The Hanging Tree' happily.
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"Roscoe" is digging a hole in the yard.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Did everyone leave?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'm still here, just remaking yet another character.*
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*Oh, okay. It's just that it happened before that everyone somehow left at the same time.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*That's sorta a common thing. Everyone tends to get off when they see others leaving.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*Understandable. Also, I just realized that Kinsley is pretty much always gonna know whenever I introduce a new character.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'm probably gonna intro a normal character next. Also, my brother just told me that if E and Rusty got one more member, they'd basically be a coven of hags.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Jason starts following him, "Hello there friend."
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Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*Pffffft*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*Headin off for today*
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*Bye, 0verkill!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Awww, and i just got back [sorta fake sad face]*
*See ya dude! Have a good day!*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND