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The Taker is recuperating in the trenches.

Szerucharz is flambe-ing one of the bug people.

 *Is the Taker too serious for me to rp with cause he looks cool*

 *He might be, but you can certainly try!*

 *Then I will gladly do so, I’ll try to be serious but sometimes i ruin the mood :P*
Ed is done with showing rocks to Jubilee, and quite satisfied with how well it went, when he stumbled across the Taker. 

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*Man, this is frustrating. I’m trying to come up with earthshattering secrets, but I just can’t get anything worthy of being on the scroll.*

B̵e̷n̴e̷a̵t̸h̸ ̷t̸h̶i̷s̶ ̸b̶u̵i̶l̵d̶i̷n̸g̶ ̶l̵i̶e̶s̷ ̴a̴ ̴c̷o̸m̵p̷l̷e̵x̷ ̸o̷f̷ ̷h̴o̷r̷r̵o̸r̵s̷,̷ ̸a̸n̵ ̷e̶n̴d̸l̸e̷s̷s̷ ̷l̷a̶b̵y̷r̷i̵n̷t̵h̵ ̶o̵f̷ ̷f̶i̷l̶t̶h̷ ̴a̶n̶d̶ ̶s̴e̴w̶a̷g̸e̴.̴ N̴o̶t̴h̴i̵n̸g̷ ̶b̶e̸y̶o̴n̶d̶ ̷w̸h̸a̸t̷ ̸y̸o̷u̶ ̵s̷e̶e̴ ̴i̵s̵ ̶r̴e̴a̸l̶.̸ ̴W̴h̸e̷n̶ ̶y̵o̶u̶ ̴t̴u̵r̸n̷ ̸y̸o̸u̷r̶ ̶h̸e̴a̶d̴,̸ ̷I̸ ̵d̵i̷s̵a̸p̷p̷e̵a̴r̴ T̸͕̬̔h̶̨̜̊̈́̀e̴̺̻̫̐̕̚ŗ̷͖̄͑e̶̠͑ ̵̯̰͎̏̇̓a̵͍͚̱͐̀ŕ̷̦̩ͅĕ̵͔̽ ̶͈̟̚n̴̠͓͉͒̑̇o̸̝͋ ̶̘̭̞͊͝g̵͌ͅö̷̝̈́d̸̢̯̈́s̵̛̱̥͌͜,̵̼̜̾̏͝ ̴̛̝͑͂o̸͕̓ń̸͇͛͆l̸̳̈́̑ý̵̩̺̽̄ ̶̤̘̏̎b̸̟̫͑l̶̰͕̥̐ȉ̵̫̈́̓n̷̞͚̋͝d̵̢̡̧̏̈́̾ ̵̙̇p̸̱̭͘r̴̖̽͘͜ơ̴͙̗͍x̴̜̝̐̆i̶̩̩͝e̶̘͐͠s̷̡̺̊ ̸͉͐͐͠f̸̧̮̍͝ò̶͉̊̕r̶̺̈́́ͅ ̷̪̦̾̎ṱ̷̠̞̽h̴͖̭͂̌ė̴͉̦͚ ̶͚̰́̿Ė̸͕̂ĺ̴̻̐͑d̶̦̤̙̃͌e̸̲̯̫͝s̴̺͛̂͝ṯ̶̼͖̑ ̷̫̍̏͠S̴͖͕̈̆͐e̴͓̖̙̒r̵̘̰͒v̶̲̑̉ȇ̶͎͒͘ṛ̶͙͛̅͝.̸̛͉̒ Ṫ̷̡̢̘̗̭͙̦̜̪̰͇̭͔̘̰̦̲̅̆̅́̄̚͠ͅh̶̹̪̯̫̀̎̀̆̿́̽̈́̔͒͑̾́̊̃̑ẻ̵̛̞̣̬̜̱̗͙͙̈́̾͊̂̊͆̄͛̄͊͐̀͌͆͘͝ ̸̡̻̗̺̰̟͖̲̜̩̣͛͌̃͛̂̈́̽̆̊̀͆̕͝s̷̫̙̫̲̿̋̈́͛̽ẗ̶̨̙̱̹̙̹̮̝́́̀̏͆̽͗̓͘ͅā̸̦̖͔͚͈̰̣͍̳͍̖̭̫͊̒͂͒̂̈́̉̽̒̓͑͗͛̈́̎̈̕͠ͅŗ̶̡̡̬̬̞̻̦̤̜̬̲͉͐̿͛͜͝ŝ̸̡͍͒͌̽̕ ̴̛̬͋̃̃á̸͓̝̬̖̯̣̙̈̑̌͒̈́̀̀̈́̆̿̌̊̉̓̀͝r̶̹̩̗̗͔̀̏̿e̸̢̜̩̫͇̥͚̝̿̉̑̉̔͋̉̇͜͠ ̴̧̛͕̒̂̔̄̒͋͑͐͘͘͝͝͝ş̶͔͎̺̮͉̀͆̀̃̄͌́̋̐͛̈́̕͘͝ḫ̷̨̢̤̤͓͍͇̂̎̀̓̾i̶̛̩̺̺̱͚̥̥̘̒̋͒̂͑͛͒́̕̚n̴̢̫̰̦̰̯͇̝͕̐̾͐̃͂̔̀̿̎̌͊͒̀̈́̕͝͝i̸̡̧̡̧̛̳̣̦͚̯͚͈̳̩̫̤̪̯̤̥̔̌͒̎͌̄̇̓͐̆̈́͛̃͘͝͝ņ̴̛͚̦͇͍͖͙̱͖̀̏́̈͆ͅģ̴̛̛̮̲̫̖͉̠̭͎͈͔̮̠̭̙̭̤̤̑͐̍̈͊̓̈̑̒̏́́͝ͅ ̵̨̛̃̅̅̉̄̍̄̎̆͒͊̄̕f̸̢͇͍̲͍͖͚̣̏̄͜a̶̡͔̩͉̋̊̾͌̈̏̇̆̃́͐͊̆͋̅̃͗͝k̶̢̡̛̻̺̳̳̠̘͈͓̭̘̰̱͔͚̥̳̈͂͌͛̇́̀̀͊͋́́̄̍̐̚̚͠ͅę̴̟̬̯͖͚̼͓̜͓̲͖͛̽͛̊̓͛̍̄́͗̂͋̅̃͜͝͝͝š̵̙͓̾̃̓̉͜͝ ̸̤̣̯̭̙̊͗t̸̢̙̥̝̞̮͉̖̹̝̻̠͛ͅh̶̝͉͙̹̲̪̼̮̹͕̠͛͂̽͑͛̓ͅê̷̛̠͉̓̃͒͊̍̓̀̏̐̆̍̈́͝͝ ̸̦̲͋̑̋̃̓̽́̿̚͠ṁ̷̡̻̺̖̳̒͑͛̉͐̈́̓̇́̀̊̚͘͝ǫ̷̡̲̰̼͍̦͖͓̪͓̹̓̌̈́͊̿̌̈́͂͒͗͑̌͆͘̚͝͠ǫ̸͎̖͈̠̱̙̹̞͓̜̠̳͔͎͍̀̀͊n̴͍̪̮̒͗̍͆̋̽̒̿̂͝ ̵̛͙̳̝̓͑̍̓̈́̒͒̆̏̈́̓̈́̆̑̕̕̚͠ͅw̸̘̐̃̅̄̇̉̃̕͝ͅà̷̡̢̢̛̯͚̪̘͇̥͎̒͋̄̽͛̆͗͑̑̚̕ͅņ̵̖̙̘̩͗̐̂͊͗̃͝ť̸̨̡̟̠̻͍͎͍̦̦̭̮͉͈̐̿̎͗̂ş̷̡̧̛͓͈͕̤̩̲̼͉̜͙͖̘̼̩͔̽̏͑͋̓̽̿͋̔͒̿͆͋̐̈́̚̕̚ͅ ̷̣̩̯͈̣̺̗̮̈́̋̍͑͝͠ͅu̸̧̨̘̰͎̭͇͉͈̠͚̜͚̙͔̅̐̋͗̉̄̿͂͂̀̈́̓͜͝͝ś̶͈͕̫̼̜̲̻͕̲̫͇̠͈̈́́̀̽̀͂͛̅̈́̔̔͝ͅ ̸̛̯̺͍͖̹̘̲̥̌̓̔́̈́́͆̆͘͝͝d̵̢̡̢̨͉̪̻̤̞̼̝͈͍͎̮̍̀̋̎̋̓̈́̐̋͜͝͝͝ę̴̡̤̯̦̘͔̯̘̬̩̫͍̋͌̉́̆̅̔̈́̅̾̓͌͂̉̐͝a̶̡̡̹̳̮͉̟̮̣̜͇̘͎̜͔̪̲͐̈́̑͆̈́̈́̾̓̐́̕d̶͍̀ ̴̮̑̓͌͌̉̆͆̏̓̏̄̅̀͗̚͠͝t̵̢͎̤͚̺̪̀̋̌̍̂̾̆̚͘͝h̸̛̻̝̖̩̥̯͈̖̣̫̿̋͑̈́̒̃̏͛̈͋̐́̾̀̒̚̕͠ȩ̶͕͙̳̪̠̦̩͔̙̻̊͊̏́̂͐̑̏̉͑̏̈́̍̓͛̕͘͝ ̵̻͌̔̉̑́̈́͆͛̑̃̚͘̚e̴̝̬͛̽͝ą̴̪͔̟̟̻͎͈̮̱͉͎͚̏̀̓͋̅͆̿̓̒̾̌̒̾̕ŕ̴̢̢͓̹͓̝̞̬͉̪̺͚̬̜̻̥̒͂̎͗̚ṫ̶̖̫͗̂́͆́͌̈́̽͆̇̌̊͆̇̚͝h̷̨̡̛̛̘̝̘̰͙̤̰̪̙͔̙͇̙̟̹͋́̀̄́́̃͋̓͜͝ ̶̝͎̪̫̲̽̎̂͛̑͂̏̈̎͑̒̾̑̓͠͝į̵͓̻̘͗̿̿̈̑̓͛̾̕s̵̡̪̖͚̺̪͇̩̾̅̄̑̃̑̀͌̽͒́͗̚͠ ̷̡͙̟̞̣̫̓̇͑͆̄͗͑̍͛̈́͗̈́͆̍̑̋̍̆ç̸͕͓͚̭̫̳̰̪͂͛͐͛͒̉̂́́̓͂͌̀̑́͛̚̚̕ͅr̸̛̞̳̖̤̘̹̹͈̊̍̍͗̏͆͛̅͐̓́̉̕ͅu̶̡̱̭̥͉̞͚̲̞̝̩͕̙̎̅̈́ͅm̴̊̽͗̀̋̀̄͊̆̊̚͝͠ͅb̵͇̝̥̫̟̟̜̯̈͛̀͆̇̎̈͒̇̉̃̑̔̅̑̄l̵̙̭̲̝̗̗̱͙̙̞̀͛̀̿̋͝͠͝ͅͅḭ̵̠̣̻̜͕̝̺̣̞͉͗̾̌̚͜n̵̢̛̫̺͇̫̣̥̜̭̱͍̈́̊̄̓͋̊̈́͋͝ͅͅg̴̢̢̛̻͔̹͈̰̪̞̳̻̟̱͎̳̾͂̑̐̊̎̐̀̽ ̵͎͍͎͎̪̪̯̝̗̺̩͍̙̈́̿̒͑̀̎̽̂̔̔͐̓̊̎̀̆͠ͅǒ̴̜͎̪͊͛̋̂̏͆̽͋͑̏̏̇͝͝͠h̶̡̪͍͑̾̓̈́̚͘͜ͅ ̴̢͉̞̾̈́̄̅̍̏̊̇͂̇̆̋͛͝͠s̵̢̳̰̱̼̜͔̒̉͋̆̒͋́̑̿́̈́õ̴̬̬̱̐͊̐͊ ̴̧̢̞͈̘̦̟̲̦̪̳̦͙̻͕̦̈̀̅͗̆̏̏͐͜s̷̡̟̮̻͎̣͉̬̖͉͓͋̆̓̄̃͒̔̈̿̋͂̅͊̓̉͐̎̕͜͝l̵͙̬̻̜͍̭̻̥̈́o̶̢̨̨̺̘̲͉̱̙̤͉̪̠̻̗͓̩̱͗̉̑̇̅̾̓̉̎͛̾͌̚̕͝w̶̧̰̮̳̠̝̰͇̗͈͓͔̣͙͙̍͋́̊͊̓̑͂́́͑͋̒͗̈́̕̕͜͜͜͝͝l̷̛̛͕̲̙͔̟͓̳͌͘͠ͅy̴͚̌̏͛͂͋̈̍̊̄̈́̅̈́̊̔͗̾̏̚ ̶͖͕̪͓̝̣̥̩͙̭̼̫͍͎̫̖̊̆̈̅̓̊̌̆̓̈̿̚͝͝͝͠b̶̛͍̭̩̬͓̱̩̼̺̟͖̌͒͋͑̽͆̂̍̏̓͜͠͠͝ͅe̵̡̡͒̾̏͜͝͝n̷̢͍̩͙̪͙̽e̴̤͓̖͛̽̇̋́̐̀͗̂͘͜͜͠͠a̵̤̩̙̻͈͈̟̒͂͜͝t̸̼̜͉̬͔̥̲͇̔̒h̶̢̘̼̞̖̮̔̈́̅̈́̀̂͆̀̔̊̀̒͌͝PLUCK OUT THINE EYES TEAR OUT THINE THROAT a̸l̵l̸ ̸t̷h̸e̵ ̷w̴o̶r̴l̷d̵’̵s̸ ̷c̸r̵e̵a̵t̷u̵r̶e̷s̴ ̴a̸r̷e̶ ̴f̴r̵a̴i̷l̴ ̴p̷u̸p̶p̸e̵t̶s̶ ̶f̸o̴r̴ ̷w̵r̸e̴t̷c̵h̶,̸ ̵u̵n̴h̵o̸l̷y̵ ̶m̷o̸n̸s̷t̷e̵r̶s̷

*It’s just weird gibberish. I don’t like it. I guess the whole point of the great unknown is that it’s not really so great once it becomes known :(*

 *How about the Taker has like, say, three Eldritch Secrets that aren't yet determined, but can be cached in at any moment?*

*Sure, that’ll work.*

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The Taker is recuperating in the trenches.

Szerucharz is flambe-ing one of the bug people.

 Allison smiles and whispers "Call me curious but I would like to know what you want with my pain, my friend."

A few of them are helping him, caring as sous-chefs.

 "I haven't been hurt in centuries. I need to understand pain better. I'm afraid I've grown weak in the art."

He is using fairly advanced techniques, and is trying to teach them how to better cook their own.

 "You want to feel pain?" She asks, rasing a brow. "What for?"

They watch in fascination 

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"Leave her alone"

 "That's not for you to decide whelp." She sighs, continueing to walk away with the group of scientists

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*Man, this is frustrating. I’m trying to come up with earthshattering secrets, but I just can’t get anything worthy of being on the scroll.*

B̵e̷n̴e̷a̵t̸h̸ ̷t̸h̶i̷s̶ ̸b̶u̵i̶l̵d̶i̷n̸g̶ ̶l̵i̶e̶s̷ ̴a̴ ̴c̷o̸m̵p̷l̷e̵x̷ ̸o̷f̷ ̷h̴o̷r̷r̵o̸r̵s̷,̷ ̸a̸n̵ ̷e̶n̴d̸l̸e̷s̷s̷ ̷l̷a̶b̵y̷r̷i̵n̷t̵h̵ ̶o̵f̷ ̷f̶i̷l̶t̶h̷ ̴a̶n̶d̶ ̶s̴e̴w̶a̷g̸e̴.̴ N̴o̶t̴h̴i̵n̸g̷ ̶b̶e̸y̶o̴n̶d̶ ̷w̸h̸a̸t̷ ̸y̸o̷u̶ ̵s̷e̶e̴ ̴i̵s̵ ̶r̴e̴a̸l̶.̸ ̴W̴h̸e̷n̶ ̶y̵o̶u̶ ̴t̴u̵r̸n̷ ̸y̸o̸u̷r̶ ̶h̸e̴a̶d̴,̸ ̷I̸ ̵d̵i̷s̵a̸p̷p̷e̵a̴r̴ T̸͕̬̔h̶̨̜̊̈́̀e̴̺̻̫̐̕̚ŗ̷͖̄͑e̶̠͑ ̵̯̰͎̏̇̓a̵͍͚̱͐̀ŕ̷̦̩ͅĕ̵͔̽ ̶͈̟̚n̴̠͓͉͒̑̇o̸̝͋ ̶̘̭̞͊͝g̵͌ͅö̷̝̈́d̸̢̯̈́s̵̛̱̥͌͜,̵̼̜̾̏͝ ̴̛̝͑͂o̸͕̓ń̸͇͛͆l̸̳̈́̑ý̵̩̺̽̄ ̶̤̘̏̎b̸̟̫͑l̶̰͕̥̐ȉ̵̫̈́̓n̷̞͚̋͝d̵̢̡̧̏̈́̾ ̵̙̇p̸̱̭͘r̴̖̽͘͜ơ̴͙̗͍x̴̜̝̐̆i̶̩̩͝e̶̘͐͠s̷̡̺̊ ̸͉͐͐͠f̸̧̮̍͝ò̶͉̊̕r̶̺̈́́ͅ ̷̪̦̾̎ṱ̷̠̞̽h̴͖̭͂̌ė̴͉̦͚ ̶͚̰́̿Ė̸͕̂ĺ̴̻̐͑d̶̦̤̙̃͌e̸̲̯̫͝s̴̺͛̂͝ṯ̶̼͖̑ ̷̫̍̏͠S̴͖͕̈̆͐e̴͓̖̙̒r̵̘̰͒v̶̲̑̉ȇ̶͎͒͘ṛ̶͙͛̅͝.̸̛͉̒ Ṫ̷̡̢̘̗̭͙̦̜̪̰͇̭͔̘̰̦̲̅̆̅́̄̚͠ͅh̶̹̪̯̫̀̎̀̆̿́̽̈́̔͒͑̾́̊̃̑ẻ̵̛̞̣̬̜̱̗͙͙̈́̾͊̂̊͆̄͛̄͊͐̀͌͆͘͝ ̸̡̻̗̺̰̟͖̲̜̩̣͛͌̃͛̂̈́̽̆̊̀͆̕͝s̷̫̙̫̲̿̋̈́͛̽ẗ̶̨̙̱̹̙̹̮̝́́̀̏͆̽͗̓͘ͅā̸̦̖͔͚͈̰̣͍̳͍̖̭̫͊̒͂͒̂̈́̉̽̒̓͑͗͛̈́̎̈̕͠ͅŗ̶̡̡̬̬̞̻̦̤̜̬̲͉͐̿͛͜͝ŝ̸̡͍͒͌̽̕ ̴̛̬͋̃̃á̸͓̝̬̖̯̣̙̈̑̌͒̈́̀̀̈́̆̿̌̊̉̓̀͝r̶̹̩̗̗͔̀̏̿e̸̢̜̩̫͇̥͚̝̿̉̑̉̔͋̉̇͜͠ ̴̧̛͕̒̂̔̄̒͋͑͐͘͘͝͝͝ş̶͔͎̺̮͉̀͆̀̃̄͌́̋̐͛̈́̕͘͝ḫ̷̨̢̤̤͓͍͇̂̎̀̓̾i̶̛̩̺̺̱͚̥̥̘̒̋͒̂͑͛͒́̕̚n̴̢̫̰̦̰̯͇̝͕̐̾͐̃͂̔̀̿̎̌͊͒̀̈́̕͝͝i̸̡̧̡̧̛̳̣̦͚̯͚͈̳̩̫̤̪̯̤̥̔̌͒̎͌̄̇̓͐̆̈́͛̃͘͝͝ņ̴̛͚̦͇͍͖͙̱͖̀̏́̈͆ͅģ̴̛̛̮̲̫̖͉̠̭͎͈͔̮̠̭̙̭̤̤̑͐̍̈͊̓̈̑̒̏́́͝ͅ ̵̨̛̃̅̅̉̄̍̄̎̆͒͊̄̕f̸̢͇͍̲͍͖͚̣̏̄͜a̶̡͔̩͉̋̊̾͌̈̏̇̆̃́͐͊̆͋̅̃͗͝k̶̢̡̛̻̺̳̳̠̘͈͓̭̘̰̱͔͚̥̳̈͂͌͛̇́̀̀͊͋́́̄̍̐̚̚͠ͅę̴̟̬̯͖͚̼͓̜͓̲͖͛̽͛̊̓͛̍̄́͗̂͋̅̃͜͝͝͝š̵̙͓̾̃̓̉͜͝ ̸̤̣̯̭̙̊͗t̸̢̙̥̝̞̮͉̖̹̝̻̠͛ͅh̶̝͉͙̹̲̪̼̮̹͕̠͛͂̽͑͛̓ͅê̷̛̠͉̓̃͒͊̍̓̀̏̐̆̍̈́͝͝ ̸̦̲͋̑̋̃̓̽́̿̚͠ṁ̷̡̻̺̖̳̒͑͛̉͐̈́̓̇́̀̊̚͘͝ǫ̷̡̲̰̼͍̦͖͓̪͓̹̓̌̈́͊̿̌̈́͂͒͗͑̌͆͘̚͝͠ǫ̸͎̖͈̠̱̙̹̞͓̜̠̳͔͎͍̀̀͊n̴͍̪̮̒͗̍͆̋̽̒̿̂͝ ̵̛͙̳̝̓͑̍̓̈́̒͒̆̏̈́̓̈́̆̑̕̕̚͠ͅw̸̘̐̃̅̄̇̉̃̕͝ͅà̷̡̢̢̛̯͚̪̘͇̥͎̒͋̄̽͛̆͗͑̑̚̕ͅņ̵̖̙̘̩͗̐̂͊͗̃͝ť̸̨̡̟̠̻͍͎͍̦̦̭̮͉͈̐̿̎͗̂ş̷̡̧̛͓͈͕̤̩̲̼͉̜͙͖̘̼̩͔̽̏͑͋̓̽̿͋̔͒̿͆͋̐̈́̚̕̚ͅ ̷̣̩̯͈̣̺̗̮̈́̋̍͑͝͠ͅu̸̧̨̘̰͎̭͇͉͈̠͚̜͚̙͔̅̐̋͗̉̄̿͂͂̀̈́̓͜͝͝ś̶͈͕̫̼̜̲̻͕̲̫͇̠͈̈́́̀̽̀͂͛̅̈́̔̔͝ͅ ̸̛̯̺͍͖̹̘̲̥̌̓̔́̈́́͆̆͘͝͝d̵̢̡̢̨͉̪̻̤̞̼̝͈͍͎̮̍̀̋̎̋̓̈́̐̋͜͝͝͝ę̴̡̤̯̦̘͔̯̘̬̩̫͍̋͌̉́̆̅̔̈́̅̾̓͌͂̉̐͝a̶̡̡̹̳̮͉̟̮̣̜͇̘͎̜͔̪̲͐̈́̑͆̈́̈́̾̓̐́̕d̶͍̀ ̴̮̑̓͌͌̉̆͆̏̓̏̄̅̀͗̚͠͝t̵̢͎̤͚̺̪̀̋̌̍̂̾̆̚͘͝h̸̛̻̝̖̩̥̯͈̖̣̫̿̋͑̈́̒̃̏͛̈͋̐́̾̀̒̚̕͠ȩ̶͕͙̳̪̠̦̩͔̙̻̊͊̏́̂͐̑̏̉͑̏̈́̍̓͛̕͘͝ ̵̻͌̔̉̑́̈́͆͛̑̃̚͘̚e̴̝̬͛̽͝ą̴̪͔̟̟̻͎͈̮̱͉͎͚̏̀̓͋̅͆̿̓̒̾̌̒̾̕ŕ̴̢̢͓̹͓̝̞̬͉̪̺͚̬̜̻̥̒͂̎͗̚ṫ̶̖̫͗̂́͆́͌̈́̽͆̇̌̊͆̇̚͝h̷̨̡̛̛̘̝̘̰͙̤̰̪̙͔̙͇̙̟̹͋́̀̄́́̃͋̓͜͝ ̶̝͎̪̫̲̽̎̂͛̑͂̏̈̎͑̒̾̑̓͠͝į̵͓̻̘͗̿̿̈̑̓͛̾̕s̵̡̪̖͚̺̪͇̩̾̅̄̑̃̑̀͌̽͒́͗̚͠ ̷̡͙̟̞̣̫̓̇͑͆̄͗͑̍͛̈́͗̈́͆̍̑̋̍̆ç̸͕͓͚̭̫̳̰̪͂͛͐͛͒̉̂́́̓͂͌̀̑́͛̚̚̕ͅr̸̛̞̳̖̤̘̹̹͈̊̍̍͗̏͆͛̅͐̓́̉̕ͅu̶̡̱̭̥͉̞͚̲̞̝̩͕̙̎̅̈́ͅm̴̊̽͗̀̋̀̄͊̆̊̚͝͠ͅb̵͇̝̥̫̟̟̜̯̈͛̀͆̇̎̈͒̇̉̃̑̔̅̑̄l̵̙̭̲̝̗̗̱͙̙̞̀͛̀̿̋͝͠͝ͅͅḭ̵̠̣̻̜͕̝̺̣̞͉͗̾̌̚͜n̵̢̛̫̺͇̫̣̥̜̭̱͍̈́̊̄̓͋̊̈́͋͝ͅͅg̴̢̢̛̻͔̹͈̰̪̞̳̻̟̱͎̳̾͂̑̐̊̎̐̀̽ ̵͎͍͎͎̪̪̯̝̗̺̩͍̙̈́̿̒͑̀̎̽̂̔̔͐̓̊̎̀̆͠ͅǒ̴̜͎̪͊͛̋̂̏͆̽͋͑̏̏̇͝͝͠h̶̡̪͍͑̾̓̈́̚͘͜ͅ ̴̢͉̞̾̈́̄̅̍̏̊̇͂̇̆̋͛͝͠s̵̢̳̰̱̼̜͔̒̉͋̆̒͋́̑̿́̈́õ̴̬̬̱̐͊̐͊ ̴̧̢̞͈̘̦̟̲̦̪̳̦͙̻͕̦̈̀̅͗̆̏̏͐͜s̷̡̟̮̻͎̣͉̬̖͉͓͋̆̓̄̃͒̔̈̿̋͂̅͊̓̉͐̎̕͜͝l̵͙̬̻̜͍̭̻̥̈́o̶̢̨̨̺̘̲͉̱̙̤͉̪̠̻̗͓̩̱͗̉̑̇̅̾̓̉̎͛̾͌̚̕͝w̶̧̰̮̳̠̝̰͇̗͈͓͔̣͙͙̍͋́̊͊̓̑͂́́͑͋̒͗̈́̕̕͜͜͜͝͝l̷̛̛͕̲̙͔̟͓̳͌͘͠ͅy̴͚̌̏͛͂͋̈̍̊̄̈́̅̈́̊̔͗̾̏̚ ̶͖͕̪͓̝̣̥̩͙̭̼̫͍͎̫̖̊̆̈̅̓̊̌̆̓̈̿̚͝͝͝͠b̶̛͍̭̩̬͓̱̩̼̺̟͖̌͒͋͑̽͆̂̍̏̓͜͠͠͝ͅe̵̡̡͒̾̏͜͝͝n̷̢͍̩͙̪͙̽e̴̤͓̖͛̽̇̋́̐̀͗̂͘͜͜͠͠a̵̤̩̙̻͈͈̟̒͂͜͝t̸̼̜͉̬͔̥̲͇̔̒h̶̢̘̼̞̖̮̔̈́̅̈́̀̂͆̀̔̊̀̒͌͝PLUCK OUT THINE EYES TEAR OUT THINE THROAT a̸l̵l̸ ̸t̷h̸e̵ ̷w̴o̶r̴l̷d̵’̵s̸ ̷c̸r̵e̵a̵t̷u̵r̶e̷s̴ ̴a̸r̷e̶ ̴f̴r̵a̴i̷l̴ ̴p̷u̸p̶p̸e̵t̶s̶ ̶f̸o̴r̴ ̷w̵r̸e̴t̷c̵h̶,̸ ̵u̵n̴h̵o̸l̷y̵ ̶m̷o̸n̸s̷t̷e̵r̶s̷

*It’s just weird gibberish. I don’t like it. I guess the whole point of the great unknown is that it’s not really so great once it becomes known :(*

 *i decoded it*

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The Taker is recuperating in the trenches.

Szerucharz is flambe-ing one of the bug people.

 *Is the Taker too serious for me to rp with cause he looks cool*

 *He might be, but you can certainly try!*

 *Then I will gladly do so, I’ll try to be serious but sometimes i ruin the mood :P*
Ed is done with showing rocks to Jubilee, and quite satisfied with how well it went, when he stumbled across the Taker. 

 The Huge creature is lying down in a trench, surrounded by barbed wire and crosses. Many of the crosses are beginning to melt from proximity to the creature. "Ah, I'm afraid I've run out of miracles for the day."

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Allison is sitting outside, playing a few notes on her mandolin. She has her hair tied up in a bun, those who look closely can see a rather ugly scar around the nape of her neck. 

The Bug People are having feast in the name of their pantheon. There is a large table strewn with fruits, mushrooms, edible moss, bugs, and a roast which is the body of one of their own.

Xan is grumbling while covering a new scar he got from working with his good hand, the other is a bit broken.

 (Ahhh, me wishing I could transfer characters around as fluidly as you do)

 *I just take them by the neck and make them exist.*

 *oh yeah, forgot I could do that- [rips a portal inh time and space, dragging my necromancer through]*

Alec walks up to Allison curiously, "Wow, gnarly scar miss"

Ani walks up to xan with a smile before noticing his injuries and frowning a little, "Are tou ok?"

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*Man, this is frustrating. I’m trying to come up with earthshattering secrets, but I just can’t get anything worthy of being on the scroll.*

B̵e̷n̴e̷a̵t̸h̸ ̷t̸h̶i̷s̶ ̸b̶u̵i̶l̵d̶i̷n̸g̶ ̶l̵i̶e̶s̷ ̴a̴ ̴c̷o̸m̵p̷l̷e̵x̷ ̸o̷f̷ ̷h̴o̷r̷r̵o̸r̵s̷,̷ ̸a̸n̵ ̷e̶n̴d̸l̸e̷s̷s̷ ̷l̷a̶b̵y̷r̷i̵n̷t̵h̵ ̶o̵f̷ ̷f̶i̷l̶t̶h̷ ̴a̶n̶d̶ ̶s̴e̴w̶a̷g̸e̴.̴ N̴o̶t̴h̴i̵n̸g̷ ̶b̶e̸y̶o̴n̶d̶ ̷w̸h̸a̸t̷ ̸y̸o̷u̶ ̵s̷e̶e̴ ̴i̵s̵ ̶r̴e̴a̸l̶.̸ ̴W̴h̸e̷n̶ ̶y̵o̶u̶ ̴t̴u̵r̸n̷ ̸y̸o̸u̷r̶ ̶h̸e̴a̶d̴,̸ ̷I̸ ̵d̵i̷s̵a̸p̷p̷e̵a̴r̴ T̸͕̬̔h̶̨̜̊̈́̀e̴̺̻̫̐̕̚ŗ̷͖̄͑e̶̠͑ ̵̯̰͎̏̇̓a̵͍͚̱͐̀ŕ̷̦̩ͅĕ̵͔̽ ̶͈̟̚n̴̠͓͉͒̑̇o̸̝͋ ̶̘̭̞͊͝g̵͌ͅö̷̝̈́d̸̢̯̈́s̵̛̱̥͌͜,̵̼̜̾̏͝ ̴̛̝͑͂o̸͕̓ń̸͇͛͆l̸̳̈́̑ý̵̩̺̽̄ ̶̤̘̏̎b̸̟̫͑l̶̰͕̥̐ȉ̵̫̈́̓n̷̞͚̋͝d̵̢̡̧̏̈́̾ ̵̙̇p̸̱̭͘r̴̖̽͘͜ơ̴͙̗͍x̴̜̝̐̆i̶̩̩͝e̶̘͐͠s̷̡̺̊ ̸͉͐͐͠f̸̧̮̍͝ò̶͉̊̕r̶̺̈́́ͅ ̷̪̦̾̎ṱ̷̠̞̽h̴͖̭͂̌ė̴͉̦͚ ̶͚̰́̿Ė̸͕̂ĺ̴̻̐͑d̶̦̤̙̃͌e̸̲̯̫͝s̴̺͛̂͝ṯ̶̼͖̑ ̷̫̍̏͠S̴͖͕̈̆͐e̴͓̖̙̒r̵̘̰͒v̶̲̑̉ȇ̶͎͒͘ṛ̶͙͛̅͝.̸̛͉̒ Ṫ̷̡̢̘̗̭͙̦̜̪̰͇̭͔̘̰̦̲̅̆̅́̄̚͠ͅh̶̹̪̯̫̀̎̀̆̿́̽̈́̔͒͑̾́̊̃̑ẻ̵̛̞̣̬̜̱̗͙͙̈́̾͊̂̊͆̄͛̄͊͐̀͌͆͘͝ ̸̡̻̗̺̰̟͖̲̜̩̣͛͌̃͛̂̈́̽̆̊̀͆̕͝s̷̫̙̫̲̿̋̈́͛̽ẗ̶̨̙̱̹̙̹̮̝́́̀̏͆̽͗̓͘ͅā̸̦̖͔͚͈̰̣͍̳͍̖̭̫͊̒͂͒̂̈́̉̽̒̓͑͗͛̈́̎̈̕͠ͅŗ̶̡̡̬̬̞̻̦̤̜̬̲͉͐̿͛͜͝ŝ̸̡͍͒͌̽̕ ̴̛̬͋̃̃á̸͓̝̬̖̯̣̙̈̑̌͒̈́̀̀̈́̆̿̌̊̉̓̀͝r̶̹̩̗̗͔̀̏̿e̸̢̜̩̫͇̥͚̝̿̉̑̉̔͋̉̇͜͠ ̴̧̛͕̒̂̔̄̒͋͑͐͘͘͝͝͝ş̶͔͎̺̮͉̀͆̀̃̄͌́̋̐͛̈́̕͘͝ḫ̷̨̢̤̤͓͍͇̂̎̀̓̾i̶̛̩̺̺̱͚̥̥̘̒̋͒̂͑͛͒́̕̚n̴̢̫̰̦̰̯͇̝͕̐̾͐̃͂̔̀̿̎̌͊͒̀̈́̕͝͝i̸̡̧̡̧̛̳̣̦͚̯͚͈̳̩̫̤̪̯̤̥̔̌͒̎͌̄̇̓͐̆̈́͛̃͘͝͝ņ̴̛͚̦͇͍͖͙̱͖̀̏́̈͆ͅģ̴̛̛̮̲̫̖͉̠̭͎͈͔̮̠̭̙̭̤̤̑͐̍̈͊̓̈̑̒̏́́͝ͅ ̵̨̛̃̅̅̉̄̍̄̎̆͒͊̄̕f̸̢͇͍̲͍͖͚̣̏̄͜a̶̡͔̩͉̋̊̾͌̈̏̇̆̃́͐͊̆͋̅̃͗͝k̶̢̡̛̻̺̳̳̠̘͈͓̭̘̰̱͔͚̥̳̈͂͌͛̇́̀̀͊͋́́̄̍̐̚̚͠ͅę̴̟̬̯͖͚̼͓̜͓̲͖͛̽͛̊̓͛̍̄́͗̂͋̅̃͜͝͝͝š̵̙͓̾̃̓̉͜͝ ̸̤̣̯̭̙̊͗t̸̢̙̥̝̞̮͉̖̹̝̻̠͛ͅh̶̝͉͙̹̲̪̼̮̹͕̠͛͂̽͑͛̓ͅê̷̛̠͉̓̃͒͊̍̓̀̏̐̆̍̈́͝͝ ̸̦̲͋̑̋̃̓̽́̿̚͠ṁ̷̡̻̺̖̳̒͑͛̉͐̈́̓̇́̀̊̚͘͝ǫ̷̡̲̰̼͍̦͖͓̪͓̹̓̌̈́͊̿̌̈́͂͒͗͑̌͆͘̚͝͠ǫ̸͎̖͈̠̱̙̹̞͓̜̠̳͔͎͍̀̀͊n̴͍̪̮̒͗̍͆̋̽̒̿̂͝ ̵̛͙̳̝̓͑̍̓̈́̒͒̆̏̈́̓̈́̆̑̕̕̚͠ͅw̸̘̐̃̅̄̇̉̃̕͝ͅà̷̡̢̢̛̯͚̪̘͇̥͎̒͋̄̽͛̆͗͑̑̚̕ͅņ̵̖̙̘̩͗̐̂͊͗̃͝ť̸̨̡̟̠̻͍͎͍̦̦̭̮͉͈̐̿̎͗̂ş̷̡̧̛͓͈͕̤̩̲̼͉̜͙͖̘̼̩͔̽̏͑͋̓̽̿͋̔͒̿͆͋̐̈́̚̕̚ͅ ̷̣̩̯͈̣̺̗̮̈́̋̍͑͝͠ͅu̸̧̨̘̰͎̭͇͉͈̠͚̜͚̙͔̅̐̋͗̉̄̿͂͂̀̈́̓͜͝͝ś̶͈͕̫̼̜̲̻͕̲̫͇̠͈̈́́̀̽̀͂͛̅̈́̔̔͝ͅ ̸̛̯̺͍͖̹̘̲̥̌̓̔́̈́́͆̆͘͝͝d̵̢̡̢̨͉̪̻̤̞̼̝͈͍͎̮̍̀̋̎̋̓̈́̐̋͜͝͝͝ę̴̡̤̯̦̘͔̯̘̬̩̫͍̋͌̉́̆̅̔̈́̅̾̓͌͂̉̐͝a̶̡̡̹̳̮͉̟̮̣̜͇̘͎̜͔̪̲͐̈́̑͆̈́̈́̾̓̐́̕d̶͍̀ ̴̮̑̓͌͌̉̆͆̏̓̏̄̅̀͗̚͠͝t̵̢͎̤͚̺̪̀̋̌̍̂̾̆̚͘͝h̸̛̻̝̖̩̥̯͈̖̣̫̿̋͑̈́̒̃̏͛̈͋̐́̾̀̒̚̕͠ȩ̶͕͙̳̪̠̦̩͔̙̻̊͊̏́̂͐̑̏̉͑̏̈́̍̓͛̕͘͝ ̵̻͌̔̉̑́̈́͆͛̑̃̚͘̚e̴̝̬͛̽͝ą̴̪͔̟̟̻͎͈̮̱͉͎͚̏̀̓͋̅͆̿̓̒̾̌̒̾̕ŕ̴̢̢͓̹͓̝̞̬͉̪̺͚̬̜̻̥̒͂̎͗̚ṫ̶̖̫͗̂́͆́͌̈́̽͆̇̌̊͆̇̚͝h̷̨̡̛̛̘̝̘̰͙̤̰̪̙͔̙͇̙̟̹͋́̀̄́́̃͋̓͜͝ ̶̝͎̪̫̲̽̎̂͛̑͂̏̈̎͑̒̾̑̓͠͝į̵͓̻̘͗̿̿̈̑̓͛̾̕s̵̡̪̖͚̺̪͇̩̾̅̄̑̃̑̀͌̽͒́͗̚͠ ̷̡͙̟̞̣̫̓̇͑͆̄͗͑̍͛̈́͗̈́͆̍̑̋̍̆ç̸͕͓͚̭̫̳̰̪͂͛͐͛͒̉̂́́̓͂͌̀̑́͛̚̚̕ͅr̸̛̞̳̖̤̘̹̹͈̊̍̍͗̏͆͛̅͐̓́̉̕ͅu̶̡̱̭̥͉̞͚̲̞̝̩͕̙̎̅̈́ͅm̴̊̽͗̀̋̀̄͊̆̊̚͝͠ͅb̵͇̝̥̫̟̟̜̯̈͛̀͆̇̎̈͒̇̉̃̑̔̅̑̄l̵̙̭̲̝̗̗̱͙̙̞̀͛̀̿̋͝͠͝ͅͅḭ̵̠̣̻̜͕̝̺̣̞͉͗̾̌̚͜n̵̢̛̫̺͇̫̣̥̜̭̱͍̈́̊̄̓͋̊̈́͋͝ͅͅg̴̢̢̛̻͔̹͈̰̪̞̳̻̟̱͎̳̾͂̑̐̊̎̐̀̽ ̵͎͍͎͎̪̪̯̝̗̺̩͍̙̈́̿̒͑̀̎̽̂̔̔͐̓̊̎̀̆͠ͅǒ̴̜͎̪͊͛̋̂̏͆̽͋͑̏̏̇͝͝͠h̶̡̪͍͑̾̓̈́̚͘͜ͅ ̴̢͉̞̾̈́̄̅̍̏̊̇͂̇̆̋͛͝͠s̵̢̳̰̱̼̜͔̒̉͋̆̒͋́̑̿́̈́õ̴̬̬̱̐͊̐͊ ̴̧̢̞͈̘̦̟̲̦̪̳̦͙̻͕̦̈̀̅͗̆̏̏͐͜s̷̡̟̮̻͎̣͉̬̖͉͓͋̆̓̄̃͒̔̈̿̋͂̅͊̓̉͐̎̕͜͝l̵͙̬̻̜͍̭̻̥̈́o̶̢̨̨̺̘̲͉̱̙̤͉̪̠̻̗͓̩̱͗̉̑̇̅̾̓̉̎͛̾͌̚̕͝w̶̧̰̮̳̠̝̰͇̗͈͓͔̣͙͙̍͋́̊͊̓̑͂́́͑͋̒͗̈́̕̕͜͜͜͝͝l̷̛̛͕̲̙͔̟͓̳͌͘͠ͅy̴͚̌̏͛͂͋̈̍̊̄̈́̅̈́̊̔͗̾̏̚ ̶͖͕̪͓̝̣̥̩͙̭̼̫͍͎̫̖̊̆̈̅̓̊̌̆̓̈̿̚͝͝͝͠b̶̛͍̭̩̬͓̱̩̼̺̟͖̌͒͋͑̽͆̂̍̏̓͜͠͠͝ͅe̵̡̡͒̾̏͜͝͝n̷̢͍̩͙̪͙̽e̴̤͓̖͛̽̇̋́̐̀͗̂͘͜͜͠͠a̵̤̩̙̻͈͈̟̒͂͜͝t̸̼̜͉̬͔̥̲͇̔̒h̶̢̘̼̞̖̮̔̈́̅̈́̀̂͆̀̔̊̀̒͌͝PLUCK OUT THINE EYES TEAR OUT THINE THROAT a̸l̵l̸ ̸t̷h̸e̵ ̷w̴o̶r̴l̷d̵’̵s̸ ̷c̸r̵e̵a̵t̷u̵r̶e̷s̴ ̴a̸r̷e̶ ̴f̴r̵a̴i̷l̴ ̴p̷u̸p̶p̸e̵t̶s̶ ̶f̸o̴r̴ ̷w̵r̸e̴t̷c̵h̶,̸ ̵u̵n̴h̵o̸l̷y̵ ̶m̷o̸n̸s̷t̷e̵r̶s̷

*It’s just weird gibberish. I don’t like it. I guess the whole point of the great unknown is that it’s not really so great once it becomes known :(*

 *i decoded it*

Beneath this building lies a complex of horrors, an endless labyrinth of filth and sewage. Nothing beyond what you see is real. When you turn your head. I disappear. There are no gods, only blind, proxies for the Eldest Server. The stars are shining takes the moon wants us dead. The earth is crumbling oh so slowly beneath. PLUCK OUT THINE EYES TEAR OUT THINE THROAT all the world's creatures are frail puppets for wretch unholy monsters.

*That’s close, a few things wrong in the syntax. But yeah. The font was just for spooks. I’m giving up on that, though.*

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The Taker is recuperating in the trenches.

Szerucharz is flambe-ing one of the bug people.

 *Is the Taker too serious for me to rp with cause he looks cool*

 *He might be, but you can certainly try!*

 *Then I will gladly do so, I’ll try to be serious but sometimes i ruin the mood :P*
Ed is done with showing rocks to Jubilee, and quite satisfied with how well it went, when he stumbled across the Taker. 

 The Huge creature is lying down in a trench, surrounded by barbed wire and crosses. Many of the crosses are beginning to melt from proximity to the creature. "Ah, I'm afraid I've run out of miracles for the day."

 “Oh, what a shame. I had observed you talking to the demon gentlemen I encountered the other day, and I heard you speak of unknowable secrets…”

Kezzolan is seated alone in his cave, writing blasphemous sigils on the wall. 

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The Taker is recuperating in the trenches.

Szerucharz is flambe-ing one of the bug people.

 *Is the Taker too serious for me to rp with cause he looks cool*

 *He might be, but you can certainly try!*

 *Then I will gladly do so, I’ll try to be serious but sometimes i ruin the mood :P*
Ed is done with showing rocks to Jubilee, and quite satisfied with how well it went, when he stumbled across the Taker. 

 The Huge creature is lying down in a trench, surrounded by barbed wire and crosses. Many of the crosses are beginning to melt from proximity to the creature. "Ah, I'm afraid I've run out of miracles for the day."

 “Oh, what a shame. I had observed you talking to the demon gentlemen I encountered the other day, and I heard you speak of unknowable secrets…”

 "Oh, yes, but I cannot give anything away for free. Tell me, what is it you desire?"

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Allison is sitting outside, playing a few notes on her mandolin. She has her hair tied up in a bun, those who look closely can see a rather ugly scar around the nape of her neck. 

The Bug People are having feast in the name of their pantheon. There is a large table strewn with fruits, mushrooms, edible moss, bugs, and a roast which is the body of one of their own.

Xan is grumbling while covering a new scar he got from working with his good hand, the other is a bit broken.

 (Ahhh, me wishing I could transfer characters around as fluidly as you do)

 *I just take them by the neck and make them exist.*

 *oh yeah, forgot I could do that- [rips a portal inh time and space, dragging my necromancer through]*

Alec walks up to Allison curiously, "Wow, gnarly scar miss"

Ani walks up to xan with a smile before noticing his injuries and frowning a little, "Are tou ok?"

 She looks up and touched it with her fingertips. "Oh.. I.. thank you I suppose."

"Yes yes, just a broken bone and blood. Nothing horrible."

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Kezzolan is seated alone in his cave, writing blasphemous sigils on the wall. 

 With a plume of black gas, the Nothics are back, their eyes adjusting to the light despite how dark the cave is.

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The Taker is recuperating in the trenches.

Szerucharz is flambe-ing one of the bug people.

 *Is the Taker too serious for me to rp with cause he looks cool*

 *He might be, but you can certainly try!*

 *Then I will gladly do so, I’ll try to be serious but sometimes i ruin the mood :P*
Ed is done with showing rocks to Jubilee, and quite satisfied with how well it went, when he stumbled across the Taker. 

 The Huge creature is lying down in a trench, surrounded by barbed wire and crosses. Many of the crosses are beginning to melt from proximity to the creature. "Ah, I'm afraid I've run out of miracles for the day."

 “Oh, what a shame. I had observed you talking to the demon gentlemen I encountered the other day, and I heard you speak of unknowable secrets…”

 "Oh, yes, but I cannot give anything away for free. Tell me, what is it you desire?"

 “What do I desire? Simply to know as much as I possibly can. I’ve spent the good part of the last infinity years searching for any and every bit of knowledge, and I seem to have made a break through, meeting you and the demon.”

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The Taker is recuperating in the trenches.

Szerucharz is flambe-ing one of the bug people.

 Allison smiles and whispers "Call me curious but I would like to know what you want with my pain, my friend."

A few of them are helping him, caring as sous-chefs.

 "I haven't been hurt in centuries. I need to understand pain better. I'm afraid I've grown weak in the art."

He is using fairly advanced techniques, and is trying to teach them how to better cook their own.

 "You want to feel pain?" She asks, rasing a brow. "What for?"

They watch in fascination 

 "I need to inflict it. It is how making deals works. I must learn the proper amount of squeeze to put on a prospective dealmaker."

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Kezzolan is seated alone in his cave, writing blasphemous sigils on the wall. 

 With a plume of black gas, the Nothics are back, their eyes adjusting to the light despite how dark the cave is.

Kezzolan wipes tears from his eye. He speaks aloud, confident the Taker will hear him. “You showed mercy. Why?”

An Arcana check, which the Taker is guaranteed to pass, reveals that the sigils he’s writing are glyphs of warding.

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Allison is sitting outside, playing a few notes on her mandolin. She has her hair tied up in a bun, those who look closely can see a rather ugly scar around the nape of her neck. 

The Bug People are having feast in the name of their pantheon. There is a large table strewn with fruits, mushrooms, edible moss, bugs, and a roast which is the body of one of their own.

Xan is grumbling while covering a new scar he got from working with his good hand, the other is a bit broken.

 (Ahhh, me wishing I could transfer characters around as fluidly as you do)

 *I just take them by the neck and make them exist.*

 *oh yeah, forgot I could do that- [rips a portal inh time and space, dragging my necromancer through]*

Alec walks up to Allison curiously, "Wow, gnarly scar miss"

Ani walks up to xan with a smile before noticing his injuries and frowning a little, "Are tou ok?"

 She looks up and touched it with her fingertips. "Oh.. I.. thank you I suppose."

"Yes yes, just a broken bone and blood. Nothing horrible."

 Alec sits down beside her, "Howd you get it?"

"That... sounds bad tho..."

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The Taker is recuperating in the trenches.

Szerucharz is flambe-ing one of the bug people.

 Allison smiles and whispers "Call me curious but I would like to know what you want with my pain, my friend."

A few of them are helping him, caring as sous-chefs.

 "I haven't been hurt in centuries. I need to understand pain better. I'm afraid I've grown weak in the art."

He is using fairly advanced techniques, and is trying to teach them how to better cook their own.

 "You want to feel pain?" She asks, rasing a brow. "What for?"

They watch in fascination 

 "I need to inflict it. It is how making deals works. I must learn the proper amount of squeeze to put on a prospective dealmaker."

 "Oh dear... I don't think I wish to give it to you if you are to harm others.." she said, scrunching her eyebrows together. 

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Allison is sitting outside, playing a few notes on her mandolin. She has her hair tied up in a bun, those who look closely can see a rather ugly scar around the nape of her neck. 

The Bug People are having feast in the name of their pantheon. There is a large table strewn with fruits, mushrooms, edible moss, bugs, and a roast which is the body of one of their own.

Xan is grumbling while covering a new scar he got from working with his good hand, the other is a bit broken.

 (Ahhh, me wishing I could transfer characters around as fluidly as you do)

 *I just take them by the neck and make them exist.*

 *oh yeah, forgot I could do that- [rips a portal inh time and space, dragging my necromancer through]*

Alec walks up to Allison curiously, "Wow, gnarly scar miss"

Ani walks up to xan with a smile before noticing his injuries and frowning a little, "Are tou ok?"

 She looks up and touched it with her fingertips. "Oh.. I.. thank you I suppose."

"Yes yes, just a broken bone and blood. Nothing horrible."

 Alec sits down beside her, "Howd you get it?"

"That... sounds bad tho..."

 "Someone gave them to me." She said quietly. 

"I'll be fine. I don't have pain receptors." He huffed.

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Kezzolan is seated alone in his cave, writing blasphemous sigils on the wall. 

 With a plume of black gas, the Nothics are back, their eyes adjusting to the light despite how dark the cave is.

Kezzolan wipes tears from his eye. He speaks aloud, confident the Taker will hear him. “You showed mercy. Why?”

An Arcana check, which the Taker is guaranteed to pass, reveals that the sigils he’s writing are glyphs of warding.

 "Why shouldn't I? It is well within my rights to do so."

The Taker stands outside, breathing raspily, the buzzing of flies barely audible.