A man in a white mask (The mask from Scream) and a black cloak is stalking random people in the town
Abigail is shopping in the market
The jingling of bells alerts the masked man to something following him
Phoenix walks by her, his hands covered in grease.
The man ducks into an alleyway
She moves a bit away, seeming nit wanting to get grease on herself
A blindfolded person in long robes with bells on the ends of the sleeves passes by the alley
Phoenix smiles and nods at her before stopping at a merchants table and buying some tools.
The man watches them for a moment before slowly following them
She stares for a moment, "have you heard of sinks?" She says, returning to shopping
The hum, walking down the street happily
"as a matter of a fact I have. Sometimes you have to get dirty to fix things. Not that you would know anything about that." he says scathingly.
The man follows, pulling out a wickedly sharp knife
"Not my fault you can't afford a mechanic sweetie" she responds condecendingly
The shrinekeeper doesn't notice him, heading towards a corner to turn
"I am a mechanic sweetheart."
The man continues to follow him, once they are away from the crowds he grabs the shrine keepers shoulder.
"Oh how quaint." She says with a smile,
The keeper jumps a little, turning slightly to look back at him, "Hello?"
He smiles a bit. "Who are you? A noble?"
The man tilts his head and raises his knife slightly
"Yes, I am." She says
"Do you need help with something?" He tilts his head
he chuckles. "Not surprised."
The mans voice comes out gravely. "Oh great. Your blind aren't you?" he then puts the point of the knife in the mans gut, making sure he can feel the point pressing against his skin. "Let me tell you once, we are gonna play a little game. You win, you live."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A man in a white mask (The mask from Scream) and a black cloak is stalking random people in the town
Abigail is shopping in the market
The jingling of bells alerts the masked man to something following him
Phoenix walks by her, his hands covered in grease.
The man ducks into an alleyway
She moves a bit away, seeming nit wanting to get grease on herself
A blindfolded person in long robes with bells on the ends of the sleeves passes by the alley
Phoenix smiles and nods at her before stopping at a merchants table and buying some tools.
The man watches them for a moment before slowly following them
She stares for a moment, "have you heard of sinks?" She says, returning to shopping
The hum, walking down the street happily
"as a matter of a fact I have. Sometimes you have to get dirty to fix things. Not that you would know anything about that." he says scathingly.
The man follows, pulling out a wickedly sharp knife
"Not my fault you can't afford a mechanic sweetie" she responds condecendingly
The shrinekeeper doesn't notice him, heading towards a corner to turn
"I am a mechanic sweetheart."
The man continues to follow him, once they are away from the crowds he grabs the shrine keepers shoulder.
"Oh how quaint." She says with a smile,
The keeper jumps a little, turning slightly to look back at him, "Hello?"
He smiles a bit. "Who are you? A noble?"
The man tilts his head and raises his knife slightly
"Yes, I am." She says
"Do you need help with something?" He tilts his head
he chuckles. "Not surprised."
The mans voice comes out gravely. "Oh great. Your blind aren't you?" he then puts the point of the knife in the mans gut, making sure he can feel the point pressing against his skin. "Let me tell you once, we are gonna play a little game. You win, you live."
"Yeah, I tend not to be covered in grease in public"
*Re-reintroing Plague Eater after talking with my DM about him*
A towering, hooded figure walks into town. He wears a tabard and cloak, which combined nearly conceal the fact that he's wearing ornate, gilded plate mail underneath them. His helm and pauldrons are identical: styled after blink dogs, complete with tufts of fur at the end of their ears. His tabard is similarly decorated with occult symbols and images of blink dogs, as well as streaks embroidered to look like long, bloody handprints. His cape is a tapestry of meals, rendered in such detail as to make one's mouth water, and it covers a pack laden with the ingredients to make such victuals.
Most important of all, of course, is his cookware. Strapped across his chest is a set of black-and-gold damascus knives, cursed to the bone and gleaming with a strange hunger.
The figure looks around nervously, as though trying to hide his very ornate and obvious clothing.
This is the legendary Plague Eater, a war "hero" from ages past known for his voracious appetite and incredible leadership skills. Most of the legends aren't exactly flattering, and are more scary than inspiring. He sounds more like some sort of demon than a man in the stories. Even spookier, these clothes have incredible details beyond what most would think to add.
Anyone who made such a costume would be
Very proud, and
uncaring about society's views on them,
Neither trait is very well-represented in this figure.
“Nice to meet you Bartholomew. My name’s Kayla. I’ve heard so many stories about you.”
"Hi, Kayla. I, uh also heard a lot of stories about me. I'm not as scary as they depict me, I don't think, but most people think I'm just as bad as the stories say. I'm glad you're not jumping to conclusions."
"as a matter of a fact I have. Sometimes you have to get dirty to fix things. Not that you would know anything about that." he says scathingly.
The man follows, pulling out a wickedly sharp knife
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Not my fault you can't afford a mechanic sweetie" she responds condecendingly
The shrinekeeper doesn't notice him, heading towards a corner to turn
"I am a mechanic sweetheart."
The man continues to follow him, once they are away from the crowds he grabs the shrine keepers shoulder.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Oh how quaint." She says with a smile,
The keeper jumps a little, turning slightly to look back at him, "Hello?"
He smiles a bit. "Who are you? A noble?"
The man tilts his head and raises his knife slightly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Yes, I am." She says
"Do you need help with something?" He tilts his head
he chuckles. "Not surprised."
The mans voice comes out gravely. "Oh great. Your blind aren't you?" he then puts the point of the knife in the mans gut, making sure he can feel the point pressing against his skin. "Let me tell you once, we are gonna play a little game. You win, you live."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Yeah, I tend not to be covered in grease in public"
"L-like checkers?" They ask a little nervously
ember is in the tavern enjoying some tea
bonsai is in the sewers roaming about with around fifteen rats
I'm viper, The Ultimate Silly Snake 50/50 whatever I'm saying is a poorly thought-out joke, or something I think makes sense but really doesn't.
i also like being estreeeeeemely chaotic.
I also do commissions! look here for prices!
Kayla is in the tavern drinking her favorite, orange spice tea with milk
Angelique is practicing her music again
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
I like reading and writing too, but I’m not much of an artist.
*Re-reintroing Plague Eater after talking with my DM about him*
A towering, hooded figure walks into town. He wears a tabard and cloak, which combined nearly conceal the fact that he's wearing ornate, gilded plate mail underneath them. His helm and pauldrons are identical: styled after blink dogs, complete with tufts of fur at the end of their ears. His tabard is similarly decorated with occult symbols and images of blink dogs, as well as streaks embroidered to look like long, bloody handprints. His cape is a tapestry of meals, rendered in such detail as to make one's mouth water, and it covers a pack laden with the ingredients to make such victuals.
Most important of all, of course, is his cookware. Strapped across his chest is a set of black-and-gold damascus knives, cursed to the bone and gleaming with a strange hunger.
The figure looks around nervously, as though trying to hide his very ornate and obvious clothing.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Kayla looks at him. “Hi! Your cape is amazing.”
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
I like reading and writing too, but I’m not much of an artist.
He jolts and turns. "Th-thanks."
*You can make a history check if you want to try and identify him. He's in the history books, so it won't be hard.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
History 12
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
I like reading and writing too, but I’m not much of an artist.
This is the legendary Plague Eater, a war "hero" from ages past known for his voracious appetite and incredible leadership skills. Most of the legends aren't exactly flattering, and are more scary than inspiring. He sounds more like some sort of demon than a man in the stories. Even spookier, these clothes have incredible details beyond what most would think to add.
Anyone who made such a costume would be
Neither trait is very well-represented in this figure.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Amazing!” Kayla breathes. “You must be the Plague Eater.”
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
I like reading and writing too, but I’m not much of an artist.
"Y-yes," he says bashfully. "I am. My real name is Bartholomew."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Nice to meet you Bartholomew. My name’s Kayla. I’ve heard so many stories about you.”
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
I like reading and writing too, but I’m not much of an artist.
"Hi, Kayla. I, uh also heard a lot of stories about me. I'm not as scary as they depict me, I don't think, but most people think I'm just as bad as the stories say. I'm glad you're not jumping to conclusions."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Not at all! As a history student, I know a lot of stuff gets distorted by the passage of time.”
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
I like reading and writing too, but I’m not much of an artist.