He heads over to the kitchen, grabbing a gallon bucket.
He shrugs "I guess like anything?"
She screeches in pain, her hands turning into claws.
"Whatcha need that for?"
"Alright. Lemme get my measuring tape." She begins rummaging amid her toolbox.
Riotan moves to above her, holding her arms down and continuing the chant.
"Fish." He shrugs and hauls it outside.
He holds Clover in his hands like a burger.
She thrashes violently, baring sharp teeth as he body turns monstrous.
"What kind?"
She eventually retrieves the implement and begins measuring Clover carefully. "Make sure not to pinch her while you're holding her, alright?"
After a few more agonizing moments (14 psychic damage), the pain stops, and you're just left with a horrid nausea and pounding headache. "Good, first part seems to have worked." Rio remarks.
He chuckles "The kind I'm studying." He said.
"I know I know, I know how to hold cats!"
Suddenly, she is off like a bolt into the woods. Her form is watery, like it is unable to be held together by reality.
"And what kinds are those?"
"Okay, okay..." She takes the measurements and puts the tape away. "Shouldn't be too hard as long as I can get all the contours right..."
"Stroth! Get back here!" He starts chasing after her as fast as possible, which is pretty dang fast. "It won't work if you hold it up too long between stages!"
He sighs and gestures over to the creek as he is walking "These fish." He holds up little minnows with rainbow flecks on their bodies.
"Contours? On a cat?" He asks, confused.
She snarls at him something fierce before digging a hole and disappearing into it like a rat.
*Yes, the ritual worked! Welcome back to the living realm, brother!*
*On a more serious note, I could easily see a sort of 'magi-tech' system working well with the setting, where magic is most often channeled through fabrications of metal and electricity that combine the arcane with the industrial. Though, that's just a rough idea. What say you?*
*hm… I have to resist saying the power of friendship…*
*alright, hear me out, not too sure how good this idea is, but basically, there is this substance, the source of all magic, which is created when (insert something here, related to humans or emotions or something) and it’s made in very, very small amounts to the point it’s practically invisible. But it can, with certain machines, be collected and condensed into a useable, liquid form.*
*Ooh, I love both of those ideas! Perhaps industrial machines that run on (insert renamed Compound X from Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs), or magitech undead slaves working the fields, all sorts of horrible stuff, but the protagonist(s) are part of the group that benefit from it. One day (not at the start of the story), Good Guy(tm) finds a solution for more ethical magic, but is shut down by business owners, governments, and just about everyone when he tries to share his power source that does not rely on torture/fear/death.*
Omi is tending to a sick spruce on the outskirts of his domain
Saphuno is babysitting Lurei, Reese's son.
A muffled scream can be heard occasionally from the basement of the tavern.
Eito moves beside him silently to help.
Malafasa is flying overhead.
Mauric goes to investigate.
"What's wrong, little guy?..." he asks, frowning.
The pup plays with sticks and sand gleefully
In the corner, hidden behind ale barrels is the source of the sceaming
*i'm so sorry i missed this*
"Nothing. I simply saw no need to speak when silence sufficed."
Mala circles a little lower, now focusing her powerful vision on Saphuno.
Mauric takes out his glaive and slowly heads closer.
"Not you, friend. the plant..."
She brings the child closer, shielding him.
"Help me, p-please..." she wails out.
"Oh, I see."
Malafasa swoops down and lands in front of them, already visibly agitated. "No need to act like I'm some monster that'd just grab your kid and fly off, you know?"
*desc?* Mauric approaches slowly, lowering the weapon but not dropping it. "O-oh God... what happened?"
"Here..." he runs a finger over a leaf, and the plant seems to spring back to life. "Now, how are you doing, friend?"
"He is not my child... his mother cannot bear another loss." she lets him go, frowning. "I apologize, truly."
He sees the younger woman in the corner, covered in cuts and scrapes. She is short and lanky, with shoulder length black in loose curls. Her round lensed glasses are shattered nearby. In her hand is clutched a bloody scrap of gilded cloth "he took me here... said he'd pay me t-to..." she begins to sob.
"As well as permitted. To see you elevates my spirit." They smile at you.
"It's... not a big deal." She scratches at the back of her neck irritably.
"Hey hey. It's alright. You're safe." He avoids getting too close, but casts healing word. You regain 7 hit points of damage.
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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.
Omi is tending to a sick spruce on the outskirts of his domain
Saphuno is babysitting Lurei, Reese's son.
A muffled scream can be heard occasionally from the basement of the tavern.
Eito moves beside him silently to help.
Malafasa is flying overhead.
Mauric goes to investigate.
"What's wrong, little guy?..." he asks, frowning.
The pup plays with sticks and sand gleefully
In the corner, hidden behind ale barrels is the source of the sceaming
*i'm so sorry i missed this*
"Nothing. I simply saw no need to speak when silence sufficed."
Mala circles a little lower, now focusing her powerful vision on Saphuno.
Mauric takes out his glaive and slowly heads closer.
"Not you, friend. the plant..."
She brings the child closer, shielding him.
"Help me, p-please..." she wails out.
"Oh, I see."
Malafasa swoops down and lands in front of them, already visibly agitated. "No need to act like I'm some monster that'd just grab your kid and fly off, you know?"
*desc?* Mauric approaches slowly, lowering the weapon but not dropping it. "O-oh God... what happened?"
"Here..." he runs a finger over a leaf, and the plant seems to spring back to life. "Now, how are you doing, friend?"
"He is not my child... his mother cannot bear another loss." she lets him go, frowning. "I apologize, truly."
He sees the younger woman in the corner, covered in cuts and scrapes. She is short and lanky, with shoulder length black in loose curls. Her round lensed glasses are shattered nearby. In her hand is clutched a bloody scrap of gilded cloth "he took me here... said he'd pay me t-to..." she begins to sob.
"As well as permitted. To see you elevates my spirit." They smile at you.
"It's... not a big deal." She scratches at the back of her neck irritably.
"Hey hey. It's alright. You're safe." He avoids getting too close, but casts healing word. You regain 5 hit points of damage.
"Well, I am touched." he smiles, standing up. "would you like some tea? it's fresh."
"No, I can tell I upset you." the young one looks up at them, beaming with bright purple eyes. "His sister died shortly after birth, she was the runt... I swore I would protect her remaining children. My husband has the other one."
"O-okay..." her wrists are bound by rope, and her ankles. "P-please just help me."
"Certainly." They nod, standing as well.
"..." Malafasa looks down, then back up at Saphuno. "...I'm really sorry. I get... really mad sometimes, about a lot of things."
Mauric kneels beside her and begins sawing off the ropes with his glaive. "Who's 'he'?"
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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.
Omi is tending to a sick spruce on the outskirts of his domain
Saphuno is babysitting Lurei, Reese's son.
A muffled scream can be heard occasionally from the basement of the tavern.
Eito moves beside him silently to help.
Malafasa is flying overhead.
Mauric goes to investigate.
"What's wrong, little guy?..." he asks, frowning.
The pup plays with sticks and sand gleefully
In the corner, hidden behind ale barrels is the source of the sceaming
*i'm so sorry i missed this*
"Nothing. I simply saw no need to speak when silence sufficed."
Mala circles a little lower, now focusing her powerful vision on Saphuno.
Mauric takes out his glaive and slowly heads closer.
"Not you, friend. the plant..."
She brings the child closer, shielding him.
"Help me, p-please..." she wails out.
"Oh, I see."
Malafasa swoops down and lands in front of them, already visibly agitated. "No need to act like I'm some monster that'd just grab your kid and fly off, you know?"
*desc?* Mauric approaches slowly, lowering the weapon but not dropping it. "O-oh God... what happened?"
"Here..." he runs a finger over a leaf, and the plant seems to spring back to life. "Now, how are you doing, friend?"
"He is not my child... his mother cannot bear another loss." she lets him go, frowning. "I apologize, truly."
He sees the younger woman in the corner, covered in cuts and scrapes. She is short and lanky, with shoulder length black in loose curls. Her round lensed glasses are shattered nearby. In her hand is clutched a bloody scrap of gilded cloth "he took me here... said he'd pay me t-to..." she begins to sob.
"As well as permitted. To see you elevates my spirit." They smile at you.
"It's... not a big deal." She scratches at the back of her neck irritably.
"Hey hey. It's alright. You're safe." He avoids getting too close, but casts healing word. You regain 5 hit points of damage.
"Well, I am touched." he smiles, standing up. "would you like some tea? it's fresh."
"No, I can tell I upset you." the young one looks up at them, beaming with bright purple eyes. "His sister died shortly after birth, she was the runt... I swore I would protect her remaining children. My husband has the other one."
"O-okay..." her wrists are bound by rope, and her ankles. "P-please just help me."
"Certainly." They nod, standing as well.
"..." Malafasa looks down, then back up at Saphuno. "...I'm really sorry. I get... really mad sometimes, about a lot of things."
Mauric kneels beside her and begins sawing off the ropes with his glaive. "Who's 'he'?"
"Well, let's go then." he chirps, walking back to his house. He opens the door for them.
"The good thing is you're recognizing your mistakes." she smiles earnestly, age showing with wrinkles. "My name is Saphuno, and this is Lurei."
"I don't know his name... or his face... I only ahave this..." she hands him the gilded cloth scrap.
Eito enters reverently and takes a seat.
"...nice to meet you." She offers one of her hands to shake.
Mauric takes it and examines it. "Huh. We better go to the authorities if we can." He then continues removing the bindings.
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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.
Omi is tending to a sick spruce on the outskirts of his domain
Saphuno is babysitting Lurei, Reese's son.
A muffled scream can be heard occasionally from the basement of the tavern.
Eito moves beside him silently to help.
Malafasa is flying overhead.
Mauric goes to investigate.
"What's wrong, little guy?..." he asks, frowning.
The pup plays with sticks and sand gleefully
In the corner, hidden behind ale barrels is the source of the sceaming
*i'm so sorry i missed this*
"Nothing. I simply saw no need to speak when silence sufficed."
Mala circles a little lower, now focusing her powerful vision on Saphuno.
Mauric takes out his glaive and slowly heads closer.
"Not you, friend. the plant..."
She brings the child closer, shielding him.
"Help me, p-please..." she wails out.
"Oh, I see."
Malafasa swoops down and lands in front of them, already visibly agitated. "No need to act like I'm some monster that'd just grab your kid and fly off, you know?"
*desc?* Mauric approaches slowly, lowering the weapon but not dropping it. "O-oh God... what happened?"
"Here..." he runs a finger over a leaf, and the plant seems to spring back to life. "Now, how are you doing, friend?"
"He is not my child... his mother cannot bear another loss." she lets him go, frowning. "I apologize, truly."
He sees the younger woman in the corner, covered in cuts and scrapes. She is short and lanky, with shoulder length black in loose curls. Her round lensed glasses are shattered nearby. In her hand is clutched a bloody scrap of gilded cloth "he took me here... said he'd pay me t-to..." she begins to sob.
"As well as permitted. To see you elevates my spirit." They smile at you.
"It's... not a big deal." She scratches at the back of her neck irritably.
"Hey hey. It's alright. You're safe." He avoids getting too close, but casts healing word. You regain 5 hit points of damage.
"Well, I am touched." he smiles, standing up. "would you like some tea? it's fresh."
"No, I can tell I upset you." the young one looks up at them, beaming with bright purple eyes. "His sister died shortly after birth, she was the runt... I swore I would protect her remaining children. My husband has the other one."
"O-okay..." her wrists are bound by rope, and her ankles. "P-please just help me."
"Certainly." They nod, standing as well.
"..." Malafasa looks down, then back up at Saphuno. "...I'm really sorry. I get... really mad sometimes, about a lot of things."
Mauric kneels beside her and begins sawing off the ropes with his glaive. "Who's 'he'?"
"Well, let's go then." he chirps, walking back to his house. He opens the door for them.
"The good thing is you're recognizing your mistakes." she smiles earnestly, age showing with wrinkles. "My name is Saphuno, and this is Lurei."
"I don't know his name... or his face... I only ahave this..." she hands him the gilded cloth scrap.
Eito enters reverently and takes a seat.
"...nice to meet you." She offers one of her hands to shake.
Mauric takes it and examines it. "Huh. We better go to the authorities if we can." He then continues removing the bindings.
He shuts the door, and pads over to the fridge. he pours two glasses of sweet tea, handing them one and sitting across from them. "Eerily familiar." he chuckles
She takes it, smiling. "You too...And now you offer your name."
"N-no, you need to find... 'Mac' I think he said...."
"Mhm. I recall what happened last time we were in this scenario with staggering crispness of memory."
"Malafasa. Sorry. Didn't think it was that important, since I don't mean to bother you in the future."
"I don't know anyone named Mac... but can you give me the full context?" He pulls off the remaining ropes and helps her up.
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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.
He sighs and gestures over to the creek as he is walking "These fish." He holds up little minnows with rainbow flecks on their bodies.
"Contours? On a cat?" He asks, confused.
She snarls at him something fierce before digging a hole and disappearing into it like a rat.
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
*Ooh, I love both of those ideas! Perhaps industrial machines that run on (insert renamed Compound X from Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs), or magitech undead slaves working the fields, all sorts of horrible stuff, but the protagonist(s) are part of the group that benefit from it. One day (not at the start of the story), Good Guy(tm) finds a solution for more ethical magic, but is shut down by business owners, governments, and just about everyone when he tries to share his power source that does not rely on torture/fear/death.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Me thinks I'll write up a short story with him in it.*
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
*Cut for Omori and Mary-Anne*
"Nice to meet you as well!" She pauses a moment, thinking of something. "So, what brings you to Lord's Rest Inn?"
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)
"As well as permitted. To see you elevates my spirit." They smile at you.
"It's... not a big deal." She scratches at the back of her neck irritably.
"Hey hey. It's alright. You're safe." He avoids getting too close, but casts healing word. You regain 7 hit points of damage.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*that's it, I'm giving someone a gun. And I'm gonna cause trouble >:]*
*YEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Certainly." They nod, standing as well.
"..." Malafasa looks down, then back up at Saphuno. "...I'm really sorry. I get... really mad sometimes, about a lot of things."
Mauric kneels beside her and begins sawing off the ropes with his glaive. "Who's 'he'?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Eito enters reverently and takes a seat.
"...nice to meet you." She offers one of her hands to shake.
Mauric takes it and examines it. "Huh. We better go to the authorities if we can." He then continues removing the bindings.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Mhm. I recall what happened last time we were in this scenario with staggering crispness of memory."
"Malafasa. Sorry. Didn't think it was that important, since I don't mean to bother you in the future."
"I don't know anyone named Mac... but can you give me the full context?" He pulls off the remaining ropes and helps her 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.
*Im finally back if anyone wants to roleplay. I don’t have too much time, but I love yall too much not to try.”*
*sure*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Do you want anyone.*