A gargantuan monster enters the building, an invitation dangling loosely in its strangely-shaped claws. The creature is robed in monochrome, with a massive mouth of metallic, omnivorous teeth where its face should be, set into pure shadow. It breathes deeply, tasting the air. The eye symbols on its clothes dart around, taking in everything.
A telepathic voice speaks. "It must've taken you a long time to find me. I must say, I'm disappointed."
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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.
A dark ooze slinks beneath its feet. 'Too bad. I like hide and seek.'
The ooze is telekinetically tossed a few feet to the side as the horror moves toward the table. It inhales deeply, getting a read on the food available.
'What a pathetic spread.' It grabs a roasted angel wing and bites off half of it before dropping the rest on the floor and stomping on it, reducing it to paste. 'This meat is ancient. Cato didn't even bother to get it himself.'
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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.
'Yes, indeed. But also, as a weakness, it is itself weak. As in, many people are quickly able to shut it out, to justify their actions, if needs be. And as long as they don't still pretend to believe they are the 'good guys', then that's ideal. You ever broken a person before?'
“Broken in what way? I have bent someone so far their back broke.”
'I meant more their mind, their soul, whatever makes them tick. But breaking a back will do!'
A man sits in a chair at a table. He’s medium height, with somewhat long black hair that hangs limply on his shoulders. The man’s skin seems not quite real, as if it could be peeled away. His clothing is vibrant and elaborate, and he holds in his hands a tattered pirate’s hat.
A man sits in a chair at a table. He’s medium height, with somewhat long black hair that hangs limply on his shoulders. The man’s skin seems not quite real, as if it could be peeled away. His clothing is vibrant and elaborate, and he holds in his hands a tattered pirate’s hat.
'Would you like some freshly squeezed blood wine, sir?'
A servant walks up to deliver it. At first, they appear to be human, but it soon becomes clear that they are in fact an aasimar with their wings cut off
A man sits in a chair at a table. He’s medium height, with somewhat long black hair that hangs limply on his shoulders. The man’s skin seems not quite real, as if it could be peeled away. His clothing is vibrant and elaborate, and he holds in his hands a tattered pirate’s hat.
'Would you like some freshly squeezed blood wine, sir?'
The man perks up at the mention of blood. He leans forward hungrily. “I’d like nothing more.”
'Yes, indeed. But also, as a weakness, it is itself weak. As in, many people are quickly able to shut it out, to justify their actions, if needs be. And as long as they don't still pretend to believe they are the 'good guys', then that's ideal. You ever broken a person before?'
“Broken in what way? I have bent someone so far their back broke.”
'I meant more their mind, their soul, whatever makes them tick. But breaking a back will do!'
“Oh I see, I can always bring in an axe or very loud noises to rupture their eardrums and make them bleed from their ears…”
A man sits in a chair at a table. He’s medium height, with somewhat long black hair that hangs limply on his shoulders. The man’s skin seems not quite real, as if it could be peeled away. His clothing is vibrant and elaborate, and he holds in his hands a tattered pirate’s hat.
'Would you like some freshly squeezed blood wine, sir?'
The man perks up at the mention of blood. He leans forward hungrily. “I’d like nothing more.”
A gargantuan monster enters the building, an invitation dangling loosely in its strangely-shaped claws. The creature is robed in monochrome, with a massive mouth of metallic, omnivorous teeth where its face should be, set into pure shadow. It breathes deeply, tasting the air. The eye symbols on its clothes dart around, taking in everything.
A telepathic voice speaks. "It must've taken you a long time to find me. I must say, I'm disappointed."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A dark ooze slinks beneath its feet. 'Too bad. I like hide and seek.'
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The ooze is telekinetically tossed a few feet to the side as the horror moves toward the table. It inhales deeply, getting a read on the food available.
'What a pathetic spread.' It grabs a roasted angel wing and bites off half of it before dropping the rest on the floor and stomping on it, reducing it to paste. 'This meat is ancient. Cato didn't even bother to get it himself.'
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The ooze forms into Venom. "I don't like being treate- is that food?"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
'Feh. For this party, I assume it does. Sickening.'
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'I meant more their mind, their soul, whatever makes them tick. But breaking a back will do!'
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'You don't like the food?' Cato asks.
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"Feh. I guess for a party of this caliber, it's acceptable. I just expected more from an embodiment of such a ubiquitous force."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A man sits in a chair at a table. He’s medium height, with somewhat long black hair that hangs limply on his shoulders. The man’s skin seems not quite real, as if it could be peeled away. His clothing is vibrant and elaborate, and he holds in his hands a tattered pirate’s hat.
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'What would you desire? Usually I stick to relatively pleasant fare, do not want to seem uncivilised or disgusting. But I can get you what you want'
Cato is eating a steak
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'Would you like some freshly squeezed blood wine, sir?'
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"I will take a head"
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Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
'Very good. One head, coming right up"
A servant walks up to deliver it. At first, they appear to be human, but it soon becomes clear that they are in fact an aasimar with their wings cut off
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"Thanks" Venom moves off with his meal
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
'So, remind me, what did you do that earned you the invite?'
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*gtg sleep*
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The man perks up at the mention of blood. He leans forward hungrily. “I’d like nothing more.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*goodnight :)*
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The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
“Oh I see, I can always bring in an axe or very loud noises to rupture their eardrums and make them bleed from their ears…”
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“Oh you a vampire as well?”
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