Cerius chuckles. "Pretty much everything is exciting once you've worked in a Tormentium for a couple hundred years."
“Gods, I’m jealous. Favorite experience from there?” Deimos asks genuinely.
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The plague doctor nods, "You may leave whenever you wish. I am Dr. Seymund, and I suggest that you follow closely because the streets of Hell are a labyrinth that is easy to enter but difficult to escape. If all goes according to plan, your life will be yours. As long as you do not attack the devil, it will not attack you."
He then turns with a swish of his black cloak and limps away, his cane punctuating each of his strides on the hard marble floor. He goes out the huge stained glass doors with Crooch following close at his heels. Crooch appears to be greatly relieved that you agreed to help.
Deimos dusts off his tailcoat and follows, dropping off his application on the desk before leaving. “You seem to have a few health problems.” He comments.
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Cerius chuckles. "Pretty much everything is exciting once you've worked in a Tormentium for a couple hundred years."
“Gods, I’m jealous. Favorite experience from there?” Deimos asks genuinely.
"Gotta say, it was the first time somebody vomited after I told them what they were eating... then kept eating after they puked. It gets old after a while, though."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The plague doctor nods, "You may leave whenever you wish. I am Dr. Seymund, and I suggest that you follow closely because the streets of Hell are a labyrinth that is easy to enter but difficult to escape. If all goes according to plan, your life will be yours. As long as you do not attack the devil, it will not attack you."
He then turns with a swish of his black cloak and limps away, his cane punctuating each of his strides on the hard marble floor. He goes out the huge stained glass doors with Crooch following close at his heels. Crooch appears to be greatly relieved that you agreed to help.
Deimos dusts off his tailcoat and follows, dropping off his application on the desk before leaving. “You seem to have a few health problems.” He comments.
The plague doctor sighs, "Yes. I do. It is a long story, so for now I will say that I embody the spirit of the plague. Because of that, I both bear its worst symptoms and have gained super natural powers. If you stick with us, I will explain it all when this business is sorted out."
You step out of the Bureau and into the streets of Hell. Twisting cobble stone roads criss-cross with no apparent order. Architecture is piled up in huge mounds that threaten to topple over and shatter on the streets. Seymund leads you across a small footbridge that runs over a slow moving trickle that drips from the eyes of a stone woman built into the side of a building. Across the stone woman's forehead are engraved letters that read "Lethe".
As you walk through the dark and downcast streets, you see solemn figures watching you from the windows and alleyways. They look like downcast, sorrowful people, but when you blink they either disappear from sight, or become ghostly skeletons or mummified corpses that stand silently in the shadows.
More than once dark shapes shoot overhead. At one point you notice a hairy imp watching you as it sits on a darkened street lamp. It grins menacingly at you with nasty fangs. Then a silent, grey hand reaches out from the shadows and snatches the imp off its perch and pulls it screaming into the darkness.
At one point you pass by a huge clay figure that looms above you. Written on its forehead is the ancient celestial wood for truth. The word is scratched over and underneath it is written in Infernal, "Lies." A crack mars the figures chest right where its heart should be.
You pass by an old, dusty well. A ragged woman lies next to it, tossing coin after coin into its dry, dark, depths and murmuring in a hoarse voice, "I wish...I wish...I wish..."
Debris and refuse is piled up all along the roads. When you take a closer look at it, you notice that this trash is mostly made up of coffins, bones, rusted weapons, objects that might have once been valuable, puppets, and sackcloth.
Seymund leads you through alleys, across bridges, and into buildings in a winding path that does not make much sense. Eventually you enter what looks like a town square with a wide area of open cobbled ground. Large buildings with empty windows border most of the sides, except for the one side walled off by the iron gates of a cemetery.
Cerius chuckles. "Pretty much everything is exciting once you've worked in a Tormentium for a couple hundred years."
“Gods, I’m jealous. Favorite experience from there?” Deimos asks genuinely.
"Gotta say, it was the first time somebody vomited after I told them what they were eating... then kept eating after they puked. It gets old after a while, though."
“I haven’t eaten in a long time.” He says wistfully. “Never needed to and didn’t want to spend the money on it.”
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*i’m thinking maybe a Devil that makes deals with spellcasters that feeds off of their magic in exchange for the devil casting a wish spell for them*
*Cool! Got a design in mind?*
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Deimos follows with his hand on his holster, eyeing his surroundings closely. His tail sways, betraying his nervousness in the new environment. “We all have our secrets I suppose. Though you seem capable of protecting Cooch on your own.”
He stops at the gate, giving it a glance over. “I suppose this is where we’re supposed to be?” Deimos keeps Cooch between him and Seymour, making sure they’re both within sight.
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Cerius chuckles. "Pretty much everything is exciting once you've worked in a Tormentium for a couple hundred years."
“Gods, I’m jealous. Favorite experience from there?” Deimos asks genuinely.
"Gotta say, it was the first time somebody vomited after I told them what they were eating... then kept eating after they puked. It gets old after a while, though."
“I haven’t eaten in a long time.” He says wistfully. “Never needed to and didn’t want to spend the money on it.”
"You certainly look thin enough!" Laughs the larger fiend. "How about if you help me, I make you a home-cooked meal for free?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Deimos follows with his hand on his holster, eyeing his surroundings closely. His tail sways, betraying his nervousness in the new environment. “We all have our secrets I suppose. Though you seem capable of protecting Cooch on your own.”
He stops at the gate, giving it a glance over. “I suppose this is where we’re supposed to be?” Deimos keeps Cooch between him and Seymour, making sure they’re both within sight.
*Sorry for all the super long posts.*
"Actually," responds Seymund, "My plan requires at least three people. That is why I needed you." He begins to rummage through a pile of debris, tossing skulls and a deck of cards that spills out across the ground over his shoulder.
Crooch is pacing nervously and keeps looking up at the black sky.
Seymund stands up and approaches you. He speaks in a soft, muffled voice behind his mask, "Would you mind searching that building for a mummified cat? It shouldn't be hard to find." He points with a gloved finger at the house he is speaking of. It is made of grey bricks and is five stories tall. Black vines creep up its face and horribly empty windows look out upon the street.
"You certainly look thin enough!" Laughs the larger fiend. "How about if you help me, I make you a home-cooked meal for free?"
He gives a crooked grin. “Depends on the task, but I’d love to help. Especially for food.”
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Deimos follows with his hand on his holster, eyeing his surroundings closely. His tail sways, betraying his nervousness in the new environment. “We all have our secrets I suppose. Though you seem capable of protecting Cooch on your own.”
He stops at the gate, giving it a glance over. “I suppose this is where we’re supposed to be?” Deimos keeps Cooch between him and Seymour, making sure they’re both within sight.
*Sorry for all the super long posts.*
"Actually," responds Seymund, "My plan requires at least three people. That is why I needed you." He begins to rummage through a pile of debris, tossing skulls and a deck of cards that spills out across the ground over his shoulder.
Crooch is pacing nervously and keeps looking up at the black sky.
Seymund stands up and approaches you. He speaks in a soft, muffled voice behind his mask, "Would you mind searching that building for a mummified cat? It shouldn't be hard to find." He points with a gloved finger at the house he is speaking of. It is made of grey bricks and is five stories tall. Black vines creep up its face and horribly empty windows look out upon the street.
*Don’t apologize! It’s cool.*
Deimos pulls a bandana over the lower half of his face and nods. He pulls his gun out of his holster and the goo morphs into a large assault rifle. He heads into the building, yellow eyes shining in the darkness.
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Deimos follows with his hand on his holster, eyeing his surroundings closely. His tail sways, betraying his nervousness in the new environment. “We all have our secrets I suppose. Though you seem capable of protecting Cooch on your own.”
He stops at the gate, giving it a glance over. “I suppose this is where we’re supposed to be?” Deimos keeps Cooch between him and Seymour, making sure they’re both within sight.
*Sorry for all the super long posts.*
"Actually," responds Seymund, "My plan requires at least three people. That is why I needed you." He begins to rummage through a pile of debris, tossing skulls and a deck of cards that spills out across the ground over his shoulder.
Crooch is pacing nervously and keeps looking up at the black sky.
Seymund stands up and approaches you. He speaks in a soft, muffled voice behind his mask, "Would you mind searching that building for a mummified cat? It shouldn't be hard to find." He points with a gloved finger at the house he is speaking of. It is made of grey bricks and is five stories tall. Black vines creep up its face and horribly empty windows look out upon the street.
*Don’t apologize! It’s cool.*
Deimos pulls a bandana over the lower half of his face and nods. He pulls his gun out of his holster and the goo morphs into a large assault rifle. He heads into the building, yellow eyes shining in the darkness.
You enter the building. The silence is deafening.
Wooden floors fail to creak beneath your feet. Curtains fail to sway in the wind. Huge tears have been made in the walls. A bloodstained knife is stuck into the floor.
The shadows seem solid. They look as hard as a brick wall. You look up at the ceiling. Ghastly skeletons dangle from the darkness, tied to thousands of thin strings like macabre marionettes. Every single skull is facing you.
You spot a shelf covered in strange trinkets and treasures. On the top of the shelf, just slightly out of reach is the mummified corpse of a cat. Its hair is completely missing and its small, sharp teeth are bared.
Wooden floors fail to creak beneath your feet. Curtains fail to sway in the wind. Huge tears have been made in the walls. A bloodstained knife is stuck into the floor.
The shadows seem solid. They look as hard as a brick wall. You look up at the ceiling. Ghastly skeletons dangle from the darkness, tied to thousands of thin strings like macabre marionettes. Every single skull is facing you.
You spot a shelf covered in strange trinkets and treasures. On the top of the shelf, just slightly out of reach is the mummified corpse of a cat. Its hair is completely missing and its small, sharp teeth are bared.
His gun morphs into a long strange of rope with a noose at the end. Flinging it at the cat, he lassoes it and pulls it toward him.
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Wooden floors fail to creak beneath your feet. Curtains fail to sway in the wind. Huge tears have been made in the walls. A bloodstained knife is stuck into the floor.
The shadows seem solid. They look as hard as a brick wall. You look up at the ceiling. Ghastly skeletons dangle from the darkness, tied to thousands of thin strings like macabre marionettes. Every single skull is facing you.
You spot a shelf covered in strange trinkets and treasures. On the top of the shelf, just slightly out of reach is the mummified corpse of a cat. Its hair is completely missing and its small, sharp teeth are bared.
His gun morphs into a long strange of rope with a noose at the end. Flinging it at the cat, he lassoes it and pulls it toward him.
You are now holding the cat in your arms. Grabbing it has caused a shower of dust to fall upon you. Its corpse is stiff and surprisingly light. Its legs are held under it as if it was standing on all fours.
"You certainly look thin enough!" Laughs the larger fiend. "How about if you help me, I make you a home-cooked meal for free?"
He gives a crooked grin. “Depends on the task, but I’d love to help. Especially for food.”
Cerius smiles back warmly. "You see, I descend from a very long line of fallen angels. We often get contracts straight from the upper planes to torment particular souls in particular ways. My parents are... less than happy that I quit. But I'm sure I can get a good job here, I can make them proud of me again!... If I could actually find my way around. That's what I need help with. I have no idea where I'm going or what I'm doing. This is my first time outside of the third layer."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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*i’m doing good.*
“Gods, I’m jealous. Favorite experience from there?” Deimos asks genuinely.
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*thats cool :))*
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*i’m gonna make a monster*
Deimos dusts off his tailcoat and follows, dropping off his application on the desk before leaving. “You seem to have a few health problems.” He comments.
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*OOH what kind?*
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"Gotta say, it was the first time somebody vomited after I told them what they were eating... then kept eating after they puked. It gets old after a while, though."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*i’m thinking maybe a Devil that makes deals with spellcasters that feeds off of their magic in exchange for the devil casting a wish spell for them*
The plague doctor sighs, "Yes. I do. It is a long story, so for now I will say that I embody the spirit of the plague. Because of that, I both bear its worst symptoms and have gained super natural powers. If you stick with us, I will explain it all when this business is sorted out."
You step out of the Bureau and into the streets of Hell. Twisting cobble stone roads criss-cross with no apparent order. Architecture is piled up in huge mounds that threaten to topple over and shatter on the streets. Seymund leads you across a small footbridge that runs over a slow moving trickle that drips from the eyes of a stone woman built into the side of a building. Across the stone woman's forehead are engraved letters that read "Lethe".
As you walk through the dark and downcast streets, you see solemn figures watching you from the windows and alleyways. They look like downcast, sorrowful people, but when you blink they either disappear from sight, or become ghostly skeletons or mummified corpses that stand silently in the shadows.
More than once dark shapes shoot overhead. At one point you notice a hairy imp watching you as it sits on a darkened street lamp. It grins menacingly at you with nasty fangs. Then a silent, grey hand reaches out from the shadows and snatches the imp off its perch and pulls it screaming into the darkness.
At one point you pass by a huge clay figure that looms above you. Written on its forehead is the ancient celestial wood for truth. The word is scratched over and underneath it is written in Infernal, "Lies." A crack mars the figures chest right where its heart should be.
You pass by an old, dusty well. A ragged woman lies next to it, tossing coin after coin into its dry, dark, depths and murmuring in a hoarse voice, "I wish...I wish...I wish..."
Debris and refuse is piled up all along the roads. When you take a closer look at it, you notice that this trash is mostly made up of coffins, bones, rusted weapons, objects that might have once been valuable, puppets, and sackcloth.
Seymund leads you through alleys, across bridges, and into buildings in a winding path that does not make much sense. Eventually you enter what looks like a town square with a wide area of open cobbled ground. Large buildings with empty windows border most of the sides, except for the one side walled off by the iron gates of a cemetery.
“I haven’t eaten in a long time.” He says wistfully. “Never needed to and didn’t want to spend the money on it.”
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making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Cool! Got a design in mind?*
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*Responding to Summoning_Dark*
Deimos follows with his hand on his holster, eyeing his surroundings closely. His tail sways, betraying his nervousness in the new environment. “We all have our secrets I suppose. Though you seem capable of protecting Cooch on your own.”
He stops at the gate, giving it a glance over. “I suppose this is where we’re supposed to be?” Deimos keeps Cooch between him and Seymour, making sure they’re both within sight.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"You certainly look thin enough!" Laughs the larger fiend. "How about if you help me, I make you a home-cooked meal for free?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Sorry for all the super long posts.*
"Actually," responds Seymund, "My plan requires at least three people. That is why I needed you." He begins to rummage through a pile of debris, tossing skulls and a deck of cards that spills out across the ground over his shoulder.
Crooch is pacing nervously and keeps looking up at the black sky.
Seymund stands up and approaches you. He speaks in a soft, muffled voice behind his mask, "Would you mind searching that building for a mummified cat? It shouldn't be hard to find." He points with a gloved finger at the house he is speaking of. It is made of grey bricks and is five stories tall. Black vines creep up its face and horribly empty windows look out upon the street.
He gives a crooked grin. “Depends on the task, but I’d love to help. Especially for food.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Don’t apologize! It’s cool.*
Deimos pulls a bandana over the lower half of his face and nods. He pulls his gun out of his holster and the goo morphs into a large assault rifle. He heads into the building, yellow eyes shining in the darkness.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
You enter the building. The silence is deafening.
Wooden floors fail to creak beneath your feet. Curtains fail to sway in the wind. Huge tears have been made in the walls. A bloodstained knife is stuck into the floor.
The shadows seem solid. They look as hard as a brick wall. You look up at the ceiling. Ghastly skeletons dangle from the darkness, tied to thousands of thin strings like macabre marionettes. Every single skull is facing you.
You spot a shelf covered in strange trinkets and treasures. On the top of the shelf, just slightly out of reach is the mummified corpse of a cat. Its hair is completely missing and its small, sharp teeth are bared.
His gun morphs into a long strange of rope with a noose at the end. Flinging it at the cat, he lassoes it and pulls it toward him.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
You are now holding the cat in your arms. Grabbing it has caused a shower of dust to fall upon you. Its corpse is stiff and surprisingly light. Its legs are held under it as if it was standing on all fours.
Cerius smiles back warmly. "You see, I descend from a very long line of fallen angels. We often get contracts straight from the upper planes to torment particular souls in particular ways. My parents are... less than happy that I quit. But I'm sure I can get a good job here, I can make them proud of me again!... If I could actually find my way around. That's what I need help with. I have no idea where I'm going or what I'm doing. This is my first time outside of the third layer."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.