Along the shore where the cloud waves break, a man dressed in a plague doctors outfit walks down the beach. He is holding a silver hand bell that he is ringing steadily above his head. His other hand holds a cane.
The man in the wheelchair's laugh can be heard echoing. One of the dolls runs up to the plague doctor, ringing a bell of its own, although this one has a bone clapper.
Without ceasing to ring his bell, the dark figure of the plague doctor moves towards the man in the wheelchair.
Up at the entrance to the cathedral sits a man covered in various fungi. "It's about time you've made it, doctor!"
"What seems to be the problem?" says the plague doctor as he rings his bell.
His wheezing laugh returns. "The Doll Man needs help. His materials are sick, and I'm worried for his health. He hasn't been up here for cycles."
"Take me to him then." says the doctor of the mask as he rings his bell, "And if you don't mind, a little more of an explanation would be much appreciated. Who is the Doll Man? What are his materials and how are they sick. What worries you?"
Along the shore where the cloud waves break, a man dressed in a plague doctors outfit walks down the beach. He is holding a silver hand bell that he is ringing steadily above his head. His other hand holds a cane.
The man in the wheelchair's laugh can be heard echoing. One of the dolls runs up to the plague doctor, ringing a bell of its own, although this one has a bone clapper.
Without ceasing to ring his bell, the dark figure of the plague doctor moves towards the man in the wheelchair.
Up at the entrance to the cathedral sits a man covered in various fungi. "It's about time you've made it, doctor!"
"What seems to be the problem?" says the plague doctor as he rings his bell.
His wheezing laugh returns. "The Doll Man needs help. His materials are sick, and I'm worried for his health. He hasn't been up here for cycles."
"Take me to him then." says the doctor of the mask as he rings his bell, "And if you don't mind, a little more of an explanation would be much appreciated. Who is the Doll Man? What are his materials and how are they sick. What worries you?"
The man begins to wheel himself into the cathedral. As he leads the doctor to a flight of stairs going down, he "explains:" "The Doll man is one of my sons. He is the eldest, and he makes the dolls you see running New Notre Dame. I buy them from him, he buys quality materials to make more, he makes them, I buy them, rinse and repeat. He lives in the lower layers of the cathedral, as he dislikes being disturbed while he's working. As for his materials, dolls are made primarily of living flesh with ceramics, bone or wood creating their skins. His recent shipment moved oddly, but he assured me it was safe. Now, I fear that he may sicken the entire cathedral and kill me."
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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 man begins to wheel himself into the cathedral. As he leads the doctor to a flight of stairs going down, he "explains:" "The Doll man is one of my sons. He is the eldest, and he makes the dolls you see running New Notre Dame. I buy them from him, he buys quality materials to make more, he makes them, I buy them, rinse and repeat. He lives in the lower layers of the cathedral, as he dislikes being disturbed while he's working. As for his materials, dolls are made primarily of living flesh with ceramics, bone or wood creating their skins. His recent shipment moved oddly, but he assured me it was safe. Now, I fear that he may sicken the entire cathedral and kill me."
"I see. Strange choice of materials. Or maybe I should say differently normal." says the doctor. "Is there anything specific that you wish for me to do?"
The man begins to wheel himself into the cathedral. As he leads the doctor to a flight of stairs going down, he "explains:" "The Doll man is one of my sons. He is the eldest, and he makes the dolls you see running New Notre Dame. I buy them from him, he buys quality materials to make more, he makes them, I buy them, rinse and repeat. He lives in the lower layers of the cathedral, as he dislikes being disturbed while he's working. As for his materials, dolls are made primarily of living flesh with ceramics, bone or wood creating their skins. His recent shipment moved oddly, but he assured me it was safe. Now, I fear that he may sicken the entire cathedral and kill me."
"I see. Strange choice of materials. Or maybe I should say differently normal." says the doctor. "Is there anything specific that you wish for me to do?"
"Please, just make sure he's okay. If he is sick, we could all die. No one makes dolls for the price he can, and the cathedral needs them."
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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 man begins to wheel himself into the cathedral. As he leads the doctor to a flight of stairs going down, he "explains:" "The Doll man is one of my sons. He is the eldest, and he makes the dolls you see running New Notre Dame. I buy them from him, he buys quality materials to make more, he makes them, I buy them, rinse and repeat. He lives in the lower layers of the cathedral, as he dislikes being disturbed while he's working. As for his materials, dolls are made primarily of living flesh with ceramics, bone or wood creating their skins. His recent shipment moved oddly, but he assured me it was safe. Now, I fear that he may sicken the entire cathedral and kill me."
"I see. Strange choice of materials. Or maybe I should say differently normal." says the doctor. "Is there anything specific that you wish for me to do?"
"Please, just make sure he's okay. If he is sick, we could all die. No one makes dolls for the price he can, and the cathedral needs them."
He nods and continues to ring his bell above his head. "I will see what I can do."
The man begins to wheel himself into the cathedral. As he leads the doctor to a flight of stairs going down, he "explains:" "The Doll man is one of my sons. He is the eldest, and he makes the dolls you see running New Notre Dame. I buy them from him, he buys quality materials to make more, he makes them, I buy them, rinse and repeat. He lives in the lower layers of the cathedral, as he dislikes being disturbed while he's working. As for his materials, dolls are made primarily of living flesh with ceramics, bone or wood creating their skins. His recent shipment moved oddly, but he assured me it was safe. Now, I fear that he may sicken the entire cathedral and kill me."
"I see. Strange choice of materials. Or maybe I should say differently normal." says the doctor. "Is there anything specific that you wish for me to do?"
"Please, just make sure he's okay. If he is sick, we could all die. No one makes dolls for the price he can, and the cathedral needs them."
He nods and continues to ring his bell above his head. "I will see what I can do."
The depths of the cathedral are winding and labyrinthine, but fortunately, well-marked. The walls here are made of bare, pulsating flesh, without any wallpaper or covering to speak of. Eventually, he reaches it: The Doll Room.
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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 man begins to wheel himself into the cathedral. As he leads the doctor to a flight of stairs going down, he "explains:" "The Doll man is one of my sons. He is the eldest, and he makes the dolls you see running New Notre Dame. I buy them from him, he buys quality materials to make more, he makes them, I buy them, rinse and repeat. He lives in the lower layers of the cathedral, as he dislikes being disturbed while he's working. As for his materials, dolls are made primarily of living flesh with ceramics, bone or wood creating their skins. His recent shipment moved oddly, but he assured me it was safe. Now, I fear that he may sicken the entire cathedral and kill me."
"I see. Strange choice of materials. Or maybe I should say differently normal." says the doctor. "Is there anything specific that you wish for me to do?"
"Please, just make sure he's okay. If he is sick, we could all die. No one makes dolls for the price he can, and the cathedral needs them."
He nods and continues to ring his bell above his head. "I will see what I can do."
The depths of the cathedral are winding and labyrinthine, but fortunately, well-marked. The walls here are made of bare, pulsating flesh, without any wallpaper or covering to speak of. Eventually, he reaches it: The Doll Room.
The bird mask hides his reactions to his surroundings but as far as you can tell he is not alarmed by the strangeness.
"hopefully not long, as me and him have some business to attend to"
"What a shame. The dolls will care for you during your short visit." The man in the wheelchair looks up at Tenetus. "You found a good one. Shame we can't keep her."
Tenetus looks mildly uncomfortable. "I'll be out gathering materials for about a cycle. Father will do everything he can to make you comfortable."
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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 man begins to wheel himself into the cathedral. As he leads the doctor to a flight of stairs going down, he "explains:" "The Doll man is one of my sons. He is the eldest, and he makes the dolls you see running New Notre Dame. I buy them from him, he buys quality materials to make more, he makes them, I buy them, rinse and repeat. He lives in the lower layers of the cathedral, as he dislikes being disturbed while he's working. As for his materials, dolls are made primarily of living flesh with ceramics, bone or wood creating their skins. His recent shipment moved oddly, but he assured me it was safe. Now, I fear that he may sicken the entire cathedral and kill me."
"I see. Strange choice of materials. Or maybe I should say differently normal." says the doctor. "Is there anything specific that you wish for me to do?"
"Please, just make sure he's okay. If he is sick, we could all die. No one makes dolls for the price he can, and the cathedral needs them."
He nods and continues to ring his bell above his head. "I will see what I can do."
The depths of the cathedral are winding and labyrinthine, but fortunately, well-marked. The walls here are made of bare, pulsating flesh, without any wallpaper or covering to speak of. Eventually, he reaches it: The Doll Room.
The bird mask hides his reactions to his surroundings but as far as you can tell he is not alarmed by the strangeness.
The doll room is a workshop, or at least pretends to be one. A massive vat sits in the center of the room, filled with black, squirming flesh. A figure in a red cloak sits slumped in a chair at the far end of the poorly lit room. He seems to be made of (or at least covered by) doll shells. His face, covered by broken masks, too small for a human of regular size. His hands have far too many tiny fingers, all made of porcelain.
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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 man begins to wheel himself into the cathedral. As he leads the doctor to a flight of stairs going down, he "explains:" "The Doll man is one of my sons. He is the eldest, and he makes the dolls you see running New Notre Dame. I buy them from him, he buys quality materials to make more, he makes them, I buy them, rinse and repeat. He lives in the lower layers of the cathedral, as he dislikes being disturbed while he's working. As for his materials, dolls are made primarily of living flesh with ceramics, bone or wood creating their skins. His recent shipment moved oddly, but he assured me it was safe. Now, I fear that he may sicken the entire cathedral and kill me."
"I see. Strange choice of materials. Or maybe I should say differently normal." says the doctor. "Is there anything specific that you wish for me to do?"
"Please, just make sure he's okay. If he is sick, we could all die. No one makes dolls for the price he can, and the cathedral needs them."
He nods and continues to ring his bell above his head. "I will see what I can do."
The depths of the cathedral are winding and labyrinthine, but fortunately, well-marked. The walls here are made of bare, pulsating flesh, without any wallpaper or covering to speak of. Eventually, he reaches it: The Doll Room.
The bird mask hides his reactions to his surroundings but as far as you can tell he is not alarmed by the strangeness.
The doll room is a workshop, or at least pretends to be one. A massive vat sits in the center of the room, filled with black, squirming flesh. A figure in a red cloak sits slumped in a chair at the far end of the poorly lit room. He seems to be made of (or at least covered by) doll shells. His face, covered by broken masks, too small for a human of regular size. His hands have far too many tiny fingers, all made of porcelain.
The plague doctor approaches him as he rings his bell above his head. The ringing sounds distant even though he is about five feet behind him. He speaks in a voice muffled by his mask, "Hello, my name is Dr. Seymund."
The man begins to wheel himself into the cathedral. As he leads the doctor to a flight of stairs going down, he "explains:" "The Doll man is one of my sons. He is the eldest, and he makes the dolls you see running New Notre Dame. I buy them from him, he buys quality materials to make more, he makes them, I buy them, rinse and repeat. He lives in the lower layers of the cathedral, as he dislikes being disturbed while he's working. As for his materials, dolls are made primarily of living flesh with ceramics, bone or wood creating their skins. His recent shipment moved oddly, but he assured me it was safe. Now, I fear that he may sicken the entire cathedral and kill me."
"I see. Strange choice of materials. Or maybe I should say differently normal." says the doctor. "Is there anything specific that you wish for me to do?"
"Please, just make sure he's okay. If he is sick, we could all die. No one makes dolls for the price he can, and the cathedral needs them."
He nods and continues to ring his bell above his head. "I will see what I can do."
The depths of the cathedral are winding and labyrinthine, but fortunately, well-marked. The walls here are made of bare, pulsating flesh, without any wallpaper or covering to speak of. Eventually, he reaches it: The Doll Room.
The bird mask hides his reactions to his surroundings but as far as you can tell he is not alarmed by the strangeness.
The doll room is a workshop, or at least pretends to be one. A massive vat sits in the center of the room, filled with black, squirming flesh. A figure in a red cloak sits slumped in a chair at the far end of the poorly lit room. He seems to be made of (or at least covered by) doll shells. His face, covered by broken masks, too small for a human of regular size. His hands have far too many tiny fingers, all made of porcelain.
The plague doctor approaches him as he rings his bell above his head. The ringing sounds distant even though he is about five feet behind him. He speaks in a voice muffled by his mask, "Hello, my name is Dr. Seymund."
"Doctor, doctor, doctor... Whatever are you here for?"
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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.
"Take me to him then." says the doctor of the mask as he rings his bell, "And if you don't mind, a little more of an explanation would be much appreciated. Who is the Doll Man? What are his materials and how are they sick. What worries you?"
"Yes. He has a fascination with mortals... and fungus."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The man begins to wheel himself into the cathedral. As he leads the doctor to a flight of stairs going down, he "explains:" "The Doll man is one of my sons. He is the eldest, and he makes the dolls you see running New Notre Dame. I buy them from him, he buys quality materials to make more, he makes them, I buy them, rinse and repeat. He lives in the lower layers of the cathedral, as he dislikes being disturbed while he's working. As for his materials, dolls are made primarily of living flesh with ceramics, bone or wood creating their skins. His recent shipment moved oddly, but he assured me it was safe. Now, I fear that he may sicken the entire cathedral and kill me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The father tips his mushroom-covered tophat. "Nice to meet you as well."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I see. Strange choice of materials. Or maybe I should say differently normal." says the doctor. "Is there anything specific that you wish for me to do?"
His moldy hand shakes hers firmly. "How long will you be staying?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Please, just make sure he's okay. If he is sick, we could all die. No one makes dolls for the price he can, and the cathedral needs them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He nods and continues to ring his bell above his head. "I will see what I can do."
The depths of the cathedral are winding and labyrinthine, but fortunately, well-marked. The walls here are made of bare, pulsating flesh, without any wallpaper or covering to speak of. Eventually, he reaches it: The Doll Room.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The bird mask hides his reactions to his surroundings but as far as you can tell he is not alarmed by the strangeness.
"What a shame. The dolls will care for you during your short visit." The man in the wheelchair looks up at Tenetus. "You found a good one. Shame we can't keep her."
Tenetus looks mildly uncomfortable. "I'll be out gathering materials for about a cycle. Father will do everything he can to make you comfortable."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The doll room is a workshop, or at least pretends to be one. A massive vat sits in the center of the room, filled with black, squirming flesh. A figure in a red cloak sits slumped in a chair at the far end of the poorly lit room. He seems to be made of (or at least covered by) doll shells. His face, covered by broken masks, too small for a human of regular size. His hands have far too many tiny fingers, all made of porcelain.
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 approaches him as he rings his bell above his head. The ringing sounds distant even though he is about five feet behind him. He speaks in a voice muffled by his mask, "Hello, my name is Dr. Seymund."
"Doctor, doctor, doctor... Whatever are you here for?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.