Pakmon tilts his head "Are we in danger?" He asked, concern lacing his voice. Khemut is carefully rewrapping the cane while Sadeh hugs The Uncle.
He pats Sadeh on the back. No. We have the artisan of terror coming to help. The one who invented fear. The one who coined the term "monster." Okropnosc. He nearly leaned out of the shadows when I told him about the broken staff.
Khemut walks over and opens a book and hands it to him. "We might have figured out what it is.." she whispers. The picture in the book labeled the cane as the "Crook of Rao". It doesn't appear to be broken in the book but now it is.
The lights go out. Something is in the room with them, but they cannot see it somehow. A voice, or perhaps many voices, whispering screams into the void. "Who did this?" It is a simple question, and would sound serene were it not for the nature of the voice speaking.
Uncle Pastel is dead silent.
Sadeh screams hides behind her brother in fear. Her Ghost Step Tattoos activate and turn her incorporeal. Pakmon stands suddenly, despite his injury. Khemut watches quietly, not seeming afraid.
Pakmon tilts his head "Are we in danger?" He asked, concern lacing his voice. Khemut is carefully rewrapping the cane while Sadeh hugs The Uncle.
He pats Sadeh on the back. No. We have the artisan of terror coming to help. The one who invented fear. The one who coined the term "monster." Okropnosc. He nearly leaned out of the shadows when I told him about the broken staff.
Khemut walks over and opens a book and hands it to him. "We might have figured out what it is.." she whispers. The picture in the book labeled the cane as the "Crook of Rao". It doesn't appear to be broken in the book but now it is.
The lights go out. Something is in the room with them, but they cannot see it somehow. A voice, or perhaps many voices, whispering screams into the void. "Who did this?" It is a simple question, and would sound serene were it not for the nature of the voice speaking.
Uncle Pastel is dead silent.
Sadeh screams hides behind her brother in fear. Her Ghost Step Tattoos activate and turn her incorporeal. Pakmon stands suddenly, despite his injury. Khemut watches quietly, not seeming afraid.
"Who broke the staff?"
The shadows, darker and deeper than the walls, somehow still present in the pitch-black, play across the room in cruel shapes. Unspeakable terrors alight like spectres.
Pakmon tilts his head "Are we in danger?" He asked, concern lacing his voice. Khemut is carefully rewrapping the cane while Sadeh hugs The Uncle.
He pats Sadeh on the back. No. We have the artisan of terror coming to help. The one who invented fear. The one who coined the term "monster." Okropnosc. He nearly leaned out of the shadows when I told him about the broken staff.
Khemut walks over and opens a book and hands it to him. "We might have figured out what it is.." she whispers. The picture in the book labeled the cane as the "Crook of Rao". It doesn't appear to be broken in the book but now it is.
The lights go out. Something is in the room with them, but they cannot see it somehow. A voice, or perhaps many voices, whispering screams into the void. "Who did this?" It is a simple question, and would sound serene were it not for the nature of the voice speaking.
Uncle Pastel is dead silent.
Sadeh screams hides behind her brother in fear. Her Ghost Step Tattoos activate and turn her incorporeal. Pakmon stands suddenly, despite his injury. Khemut watches quietly, not seeming afraid.
"Who broke the staff?"
The shadows, darker and deeper than the walls, somehow still present in the pitch-black, play across the room in cruel shapes. Unspeakable terrors alight like spectres.
Khemut steps up and tilts her head. "It is a cursed item. We don't know who cursed it but I am searching." She said. Pakmon is trying to get Sadeh from her incorporeal form to her regular form.
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
The shadows, darker and deeper than the walls, somehow still present in the pitch-black, play across the room in cruel shapes. Unspeakable terrors alight like spectres.
Khemut steps up and tilts her head. "It is a cursed item. We don't know who cursed it but I am searching." She said. Pakmon is trying to get Sadeh from her incorporeal form to her regular form.
"It must have taken an incredible fool..."
The voices come from seemingly random points in the room whenever they speak. The shadows form into images of the servants of the God whose servants attacked them.
"...but no fool could break this item. It seems my teachings are required after all these centuries."
The shadows, darker and deeper than the walls, somehow still present in the pitch-black, play across the room in cruel shapes. Unspeakable terrors alight like spectres.
Khemut steps up and tilts her head. "It is a cursed item. We don't know who cursed it but I am searching." She said. Pakmon is trying to get Sadeh from her incorporeal form to her regular form.
"It must have taken an incredible fool..."
The voices come from seemingly random points in the room whenever they speak. The shadows form into images of the servants of the God whose servants attacked them.
"...but no fool could break this item. It seems my teachings are required after all these centuries."
Sadeh's eyes suddenly go blank as she begins rambling. "A QUEEN! A WITCH QUEEN! THE DAUGHTER OF BABA YAGA. NATASHA. TASHA.." She says and runs over to Uncle. "SHE BROKE IT UNCLE. SHE WAS MAD."
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
The shadows, darker and deeper than the walls, somehow still present in the pitch-black, play across the room in cruel shapes. Unspeakable terrors alight like spectres.
Khemut steps up and tilts her head. "It is a cursed item. We don't know who cursed it but I am searching." She said. Pakmon is trying to get Sadeh from her incorporeal form to her regular form.
"It must have taken an incredible fool..."
The voices come from seemingly random points in the room whenever they speak. The shadows form into images of the servants of the God whose servants attacked them.
"...but no fool could break this item. It seems my teachings are required after all these centuries."
Sadeh's eyes suddenly go blank as she begins rambling. "A QUEEN! A WITCH QUEEN! THE DAUGHTER OF BABA YAGA. NATASHA. TASHA.." She says and runs over to Uncle. "SHE BROKE IT UNCLE. SHE WAS MAD."
"HER!" roar the voices. "That... buffoon!" they screech.
Uncle Pastel's "voice" comes through as he quivers behind a chair, holding Sadeh tight. Please... be gentle with him, Sadeh... he hasn't spoken in all this time.
She is which Uncle and brother in the library." She said
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
Sadeh screams hides behind her brother in fear. Her Ghost Step Tattoos activate and turn her incorporeal. Pakmon stands suddenly, despite his injury. Khemut watches quietly, not seeming afraid.
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
"Who broke the staff?"
The shadows, darker and deeper than the walls, somehow still present in the pitch-black, play across the room in cruel shapes. Unspeakable terrors alight like spectres.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"S-soldiers. The usual" she says, shouting heard from behind them
Khemut steps up and tilts her head. "It is a cursed item. We don't know who cursed it but I am searching." She said. Pakmon is trying to get Sadeh from her incorporeal form to her regular form.
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
Sadeh holds her hand and casts Greater invisibility on them both. She grins "Ta-da!"
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
(hello)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
Bonnie seems confused, but stops moving. A few moments later, a group of armed soldiers rush past them
"We're invisible now!" She whispers and smiles "they won't find you."
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
(how is everyone)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
"It must have taken an incredible fool..."
The voices come from seemingly random points in the room whenever they speak. The shadows form into images of the servants of the God whose servants attacked them.
"...but no fool could break this item. It seems my teachings are required after all these centuries."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Good*
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
She takes a moment to catch her breath, then hugs sadeh, "Thanks! I was running for forever"
Sadeh's eyes suddenly go blank as she begins rambling. "A QUEEN! A WITCH QUEEN! THE DAUGHTER OF BABA YAGA. NATASHA. TASHA.." She says and runs over to Uncle. "SHE BROKE IT UNCLE. SHE WAS MAD."
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
Anyone traveling in the forest may encounter a giant spiderweb.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
(good to hear)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
"ANYTIME!" she giggles and takes Bonnie's hand, guiding her and trying not to lose her due to the invisible nature.
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
Bonnie hums and odd song as they walk, seeming much happier now that she's not being chased
"HER!" roar the voices. "That... buffoon!" they screech.
Uncle Pastel's "voice" comes through as he quivers behind a chair, holding Sadeh tight. Please... be gentle with him, Sadeh... he hasn't spoken in all this time.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Whatcha wanna do?" Sadeh asked, tilting her head.
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