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.
Sadeh looks over at him and nods before going up to the Great Nightmare. She slowly walks up and suddenly raises her hands and arms in a hugging motion. Pakmon looks like he is ready to drag her back but Khemut shakes her head and puts a hand on his shoulder.
"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.
Sadeh looks over at him and nods before going up to the Great Nightmare. She slowly walks up and suddenly raises her hands and arms in a hugging motion. Pakmon looks like he is ready to drag her back but Khemut shakes her head and puts a hand on his shoulder.
Sadeh feels the Basilisk's body. It's her father's... cold and filled with wriggling maggots. Beyond the squirming under the skin, there is no movement. "What... courage..." The voice returns to whispering.
"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.
Sadeh looks over at him and nods before going up to the Great Nightmare. She slowly walks up and suddenly raises her hands and arms in a hugging motion. Pakmon looks like he is ready to drag her back but Khemut shakes her head and puts a hand on his shoulder.
Sadeh feels the Basilisk's body. It's her father's... cold and filled with wriggling maggots. Beyond the squirming under the skin, there is no movement. "What... courage..." The voice returns to whispering.
Sadeh hugs her father's body and whimpers "Sorry we couldn't save you, papa.." She cries. She carries it over to Khemut who casts Disintegrate on it. She then collects the ashes and puts them in a gilded urn. Pakmon stands by his sisters, unable to cry but with a solemn expression painting his face.
He then turns, his eyes burning with rage. "How do we kill them.. Tell me how to do it and I will. Tell me how to kill the ones who took our home." He snarls, unfettered rage building inside him.
*Bringing em back cuz I'm listening to the right music and because yes.*
A cigarette butt is the shoulder blade of one of the thugs. "Well well well. I ain't seen riff-raff like this since my days on the ship 'Cocosta'." A deep voice says. A tall man, nicely dressed stands behind them. He is an older gentleman with white hair and a nice mustache. Beside him is a legless dwarf in a wheelchair, a halfling with burn marks over his skin, a half-elf wearing a tri-point hat, and a goliath wearing a red bandanna.
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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
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Sadeh looks over at him and nods before going up to the Great Nightmare. She slowly walks up and suddenly raises her hands and arms in a hugging motion. Pakmon looks like he is ready to drag her back but Khemut shakes her head and puts a hand on his shoulder.
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
"Hmm... " she looks down for a moment, seeming to think, "Dunno, I wasn't sure what I was gonna do if I managed to get away" she smiles
Sadeh feels the Basilisk's body. It's her father's... cold and filled with wriggling maggots. Beyond the squirming under the skin, there is no movement. "What... courage..." The voice returns to whispering.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The tabaxi is drinking lemonade
Won't be too active as I dont have time for dnd and the forums became weird
*Morning!*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Sadeh hugs her father's body and whimpers "Sorry we couldn't save you, papa.." She cries. She carries it over to Khemut who casts Disintegrate on it. She then collects the ashes and puts them in a gilded urn. Pakmon stands by his sisters, unable to cry but with a solemn expression painting his face.
He then turns, his eyes burning with rage. "How do we kill them.. Tell me how to do it and I will. Tell me how to kill the ones who took our home." He snarls, unfettered rage building inside him.
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
"Wanna make cookies?" She asked, tilting her head "I like making cookies, especially almond honey ones."
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
*Hey Drummer! :D*
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
*-loud screaming-*
Theren is chilling in a tree.
Alix is in an alleyway getting beat up by thugs.
-open slot for whoever yall want-
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hey! How are ya?*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Pavano and Sheela are climbing a tree nearby.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*hoi*
psychopath ^-^
Theren looks over and waves
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I'm back!*
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
*AYAYAY! Characters!!*
Theren is chilling in a tree.
Alix is in an alleyway getting beat up by thugs.
-open slot for whoever yall want-
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Flint chucks a rotten apple core at one of the thugs, hoping to distract them, and then tries to run away
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One of the thugs turns, a huge sword in his hand. "What the?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
'Run!' Flint calls to Alix, before pulling open a grate and sliding down the drain below
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Alix seems to not hear him and curls into a tighter ball. One of the thugs approaches the grate and pulls a vial out of his pocket.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Bringing em back cuz I'm listening to the right music and because yes.*
A cigarette butt is the shoulder blade of one of the thugs. "Well well well. I ain't seen riff-raff like this since my days on the ship 'Cocosta'." A deep voice says. A tall man, nicely dressed stands behind them. He is an older gentleman with white hair and a nice mustache. Beside him is a legless dwarf in a wheelchair, a halfling with burn marks over his skin, a half-elf wearing a tri-point hat, and a goliath wearing a red bandanna.
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