Leo puts the crab in a large basket he has been carrying around, as he watches Snuffles, ready to collect more things the pig is digging up.
As Szerucharz's finger touches the Raven, his mind is suddenly flooded with visions that are mostly incomprehensible to the Will, save for a few that are very clear. He sees his 'birth' into this word, a few key interactions with several wills in his early time here, his meeting of Faltros in the World beyond, and his battle with Happy Chaos. Then, the visions end and he sees the raven he touched covered in more incomprehensible runes, knowledge collected from their brief physical interaction.
Snuffles jumps back after a second, seemingly distressed. He squeals and paws at the ground where he was digging.
Szerucharz nearly falls back down. "C'mere, you little-"He angrily grabs at the bird again.
"What's wrong?" Leo says looking over where the pig is digging, helping it.
He catches the raven, and he would see a brief flash of more vision, events of his existence and those of others the Will does recognizes.
It seems to be little more than driftwood. Then one of the sticks moves, curling into a hand, beckoning for assistance.
He slams the bird to the earth. "What is the meaning of this?" he grumbles. "I'm trying to sleep!"
Leo would grab the wooden hand and try to help it out of the ground.
The Raven's physical form would disintegrate, becoming a ghostly wisp that floats away. The other ravens keep their distance, but still observes the Will.
It seems to be attached to something very heavy. As he pulls and pulls, three humanoid figures made of debris claw their way out of the sand. The three figures are huddled together and give a bow in unison. Leo notices that there are only four arms between them.
Szerucharz gets up and starts to walk away, looking back every once in a while.
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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.
It seems to be attached to something very heavy. As he pulls and pulls, three humanoid figures made of debris claw their way out of the sand. The three figures are huddled together and give a bow in unison. Leo notices that there are only four arms between them.
Szerucharz gets up and starts to walk away, looking back every once in a while.
"Are you three ok?" Leo asks as he looks them over, a b it confused as to how they even exist as they do.
All the ravens do is watch, their arcane nature simply absorbing the information that they collect and observe.
It seems to be attached to something very heavy. As he pulls and pulls, three humanoid figures made of debris claw their way out of the sand. The three figures are huddled together and give a bow in unison. Leo notices that there are only four arms between them.
Szerucharz gets up and starts to walk away, looking back every once in a while.
"Are you three ok?" Leo asks as he looks them over, a b it confused as to how they even exist as they do.
All the ravens do is watch, their arcane nature simply absorbing the information that they collect and observe.
The Three nod. They look over to the Gut, then back to Leo. The tallest draws a pot of shaving cream and a brush to apply it. The shortest pulls out some soap. The widest whips out a measuring string. They begin to circle around Leo, not separating at any point. They make creaking noises as if attempting to communicate, but he gets the impression that they're talking to each other and not him.
Szerucharz shakes in annoyance. "What do you want?!" He snaps. (He's been having a rough time lately.)
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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.
It seems to be attached to something very heavy. As he pulls and pulls, three humanoid figures made of debris claw their way out of the sand. The three figures are huddled together and give a bow in unison. Leo notices that there are only four arms between them.
Szerucharz gets up and starts to walk away, looking back every once in a while.
"Are you three ok?" Leo asks as he looks them over, a b it confused as to how they even exist as they do.
All the ravens do is watch, their arcane nature simply absorbing the information that they collect and observe.
The Three nod. They look over to the Gut, then back to Leo. The tallest draws a pot of shaving cream and a brush to apply it. The shortest pulls out some soap. The widest whips out a measuring string. They begin to circle around Leo, not separating at any point. They make creaking noises as if attempting to communicate, but he gets the impression that they're talking to each other and not him.
Szerucharz shakes in annoyance. "What do you want?!" He snaps. (He's been having a rough time lately.)
"Uh, what are you three doing?" He asks, getting a bit wary about their actions.
The ravens at first seem to not respond at all to the Will's outburst. Then, several of them flock together, their forms changing and breaking apart, before flying over to Szerucharz. After a while, the broken apart pieces of the ravens have changed into a book who's very nature speaks to the will directly. The cover has been stitched together from the flesh of gods the Butcher has slain and savored in the past, dyes in a color that complements the Will's style and tastes, two butcher's knives, the exact same as his true artifact are crossed on the cover. *basically, it looks like Szerucharz in all his aesthetic glory in book form, his soul book.*
It seems to be attached to something very heavy. As he pulls and pulls, three humanoid figures made of debris claw their way out of the sand. The three figures are huddled together and give a bow in unison. Leo notices that there are only four arms between them.
Szerucharz gets up and starts to walk away, looking back every once in a while.
"Are you three ok?" Leo asks as he looks them over, a b it confused as to how they even exist as they do.
All the ravens do is watch, their arcane nature simply absorbing the information that they collect and observe.
The Three nod. They look over to the Gut, then back to Leo. The tallest draws a pot of shaving cream and a brush to apply it. The shortest pulls out some soap. The widest whips out a measuring string. They begin to circle around Leo, not separating at any point. They make creaking noises as if attempting to communicate, but he gets the impression that they're talking to each other and not him.
Szerucharz shakes in annoyance. "What do you want?!" He snaps. (He's been having a rough time lately.)
"Uh, what are you three doing?" He asks, getting a bit wary about their actions.
The ravens at first seem to not respond at all to the Will's outburst. Then, several of them flock together, their forms changing and breaking apart, before flying over to Szerucharz. After a while, the broken apart pieces of the ravens have changed into a book who's very nature speaks to the will directly. The cover has been stitched together from the flesh of gods the Butcher has slain and savored in the past, dyes in a color that complements the Will's style and tastes, two butcher's knives, the exact same as his true artifact are crossed on the cover. *basically, it looks like Szerucharz in all his aesthetic glory in book form, his soul book.*
The three look at Leo, then at each other, and nod. Wide of them measures him from head to toe, while Tall puts away the shaving cream and starts to mess with Leo's hair, contemplating something. Short is tossing burning stones into a nearby pool of water to heat it up, and stretches to put a towel on a nearby rock. Snuffles seems to be just as confused as Leo, but not as concerned.
"Ah. Spies. Well, at least you're not trying to steal from me." He seems more relaxed now.
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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.
It seems to be attached to something very heavy. As he pulls and pulls, three humanoid figures made of debris claw their way out of the sand. The three figures are huddled together and give a bow in unison. Leo notices that there are only four arms between them.
Szerucharz gets up and starts to walk away, looking back every once in a while.
"Are you three ok?" Leo asks as he looks them over, a b it confused as to how they even exist as they do.
All the ravens do is watch, their arcane nature simply absorbing the information that they collect and observe.
The Three nod. They look over to the Gut, then back to Leo. The tallest draws a pot of shaving cream and a brush to apply it. The shortest pulls out some soap. The widest whips out a measuring string. They begin to circle around Leo, not separating at any point. They make creaking noises as if attempting to communicate, but he gets the impression that they're talking to each other and not him.
Szerucharz shakes in annoyance. "What do you want?!" He snaps. (He's been having a rough time lately.)
"Uh, what are you three doing?" He asks, getting a bit wary about their actions.
The ravens at first seem to not respond at all to the Will's outburst. Then, several of them flock together, their forms changing and breaking apart, before flying over to Szerucharz. After a while, the broken apart pieces of the ravens have changed into a book who's very nature speaks to the will directly. The cover has been stitched together from the flesh of gods the Butcher has slain and savored in the past, dyes in a color that complements the Will's style and tastes, two butcher's knives, the exact same as his true artifact are crossed on the cover. *basically, it looks like Szerucharz in all his aesthetic glory in book form, his soul book.*
The three look at Leo, then at each other, and nod. Wide of them measures him from head to toe, while Tall puts away the shaving cream and starts to mess with Leo's hair, contemplating something. Short is tossing burning stones into a nearby pool of water to heat it up, and stretches to put a towel on a nearby rock. Snuffles seems to be just as confused as Leo, but not as concerned.
"Ah. Spies. Well, at least you're not trying to steal from me." He seems more relaxed now.
"Um...oh, you don't have to do all that." Leo says, a bit bashful and also still a bit confused.
The book would open up and flips through pages. He sees various events of his own existence since his "birth" here, and even some of his own thoughts, allin his own handwriting, before reaching the final page that seems to be actively documenting his own thoughts, before a second set of writings appear that Szerucharz, in an elegant handwriting.
"One should know better then to try and steal from the infamous Butcher of the Gods, wouldn't you think my dear Szerucharz. These arcane constructs of mine simply observe and collect the various knowledge and information of the world for me"
The three look at Leo, then at each other, and nod. Wide of them measures him from head to toe, while Tall puts away the shaving cream and starts to mess with Leo's hair, contemplating something. Short is tossing burning stones into a nearby pool of water to heat it up, and stretches to put a towel on a nearby rock. Snuffles seems to be just as confused as Leo, but not as concerned.
"Ah. Spies. Well, at least you're not trying to steal from me." He seems more relaxed now.
"Um...oh, you don't have to do all that." Leo says, a bit bashful and also still a bit confused.
The book would open up and flips through pages. He sees various events of his own existence since his "birth" here, and even some of his own thoughts, allin his own handwriting, before reaching the final page that seems to be actively documenting his own thoughts, before a second set of writings appear that Szerucharz, in an elegant handwriting.
"One should know better then to try and steal from the infamous Butcher of the Gods, wouldn't you think my dear Szerucharz. These arcane constructs of mine simply observe and collect the various knowledge and information of the world for me"
The tallest makes a faint scoffing noise as it styles Leo's hair into a somewhat punkish, yet still elegant styling. Very modern. It then bends over to look at his face. The widest pushes them out of the way and starts showing off bolts of colorful fabric, making silent suggestions to Leo. The shortest is looking through various soaps and smelling each one.
"Perhaps you should ask before stealing thoughts, then. Who am I speaking to?" He crosses his arms.
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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.
The three look at Leo, then at each other, and nod. Wide of them measures him from head to toe, while Tall puts away the shaving cream and starts to mess with Leo's hair, contemplating something. Short is tossing burning stones into a nearby pool of water to heat it up, and stretches to put a towel on a nearby rock. Snuffles seems to be just as confused as Leo, but not as concerned.
"Ah. Spies. Well, at least you're not trying to steal from me." He seems more relaxed now.
"Um...oh, you don't have to do all that." Leo says, a bit bashful and also still a bit confused.
The book would open up and flips through pages. He sees various events of his own existence since his "birth" here, and even some of his own thoughts, allin his own handwriting, before reaching the final page that seems to be actively documenting his own thoughts, before a second set of writings appear that Szerucharz, in an elegant handwriting.
"One should know better then to try and steal from the infamous Butcher of the Gods, wouldn't you think my dear Szerucharz. These arcane constructs of mine simply observe and collect the various knowledge and information of the world for me"
The tallest makes a faint scoffing noise as it styles Leo's hair into a somewhat punkish, yet still elegant styling. Very modern. It then bends over to look at his face. The widest pushes them out of the way and starts showing off bolts of colorful fabric, making silent suggestions to Leo. The shortest is looking through various soaps and smelling each one.
"Perhaps you should ask before stealing thoughts, then. Who am I speaking to?" He crosses his arms.
"Um...I'm not exactly one for bright colors...I'm use to wearing a lot of black..." He says as he looks over the colored fabrics, sort of just accepting that this is happening.
"Apologies, it is my nature to seek all knowledge and information, even those most guarded and secretive. The Black Codex...the Grand Archivist...these titles will suffice for myself." The book writes out, though as he looks upon the words, he swears he hears a whispering feminine voices speaking the words out to him.
The tallest makes a faint scoffing noise as it styles Leo's hair into a somewhat punkish, yet still elegant styling. Very modern. It then bends over to look at his face. The widest pushes them out of the way and starts showing off bolts of colorful fabric, making silent suggestions to Leo. The shortest is looking through various soaps and smelling each one.
"Perhaps you should ask before stealing thoughts, then. Who am I speaking to?" He crosses his arms.
"Um...I'm not exactly one for bright colors...I'm use to wearing a lot of black..." He says as he looks over the colored fabrics, sort of just accepting that this is happening.
"Apologies, it is my nature to seek all knowledge and information, even those most guarded and secretive. The Black Codex...the Grand Archiver...these titles will suffice for myself." The book writes out, though as he looks upon the words, he swears he hears a whispering feminine voices speaking the words out to him.
Thin begins to lather Leo's face and shave it carefully with its pristine silver razor. Fat nods and begins cutting and sewing some black fabric. Short beckons Leo over to the pool of hot water, holding a rubber ducky in one hand and a sponge in the other. There must be at least eight arms now. The number changed without him noticing.
"Well, Codex, I would have reacted a lot better had you asked first, or at least announced yourself properly. Everyone loves talking about themselves, but having information wrested from them can really foul someone's mood."
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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.
The tallest makes a faint scoffing noise as it styles Leo's hair into a somewhat punkish, yet still elegant styling. Very modern. It then bends over to look at his face. The widest pushes them out of the way and starts showing off bolts of colorful fabric, making silent suggestions to Leo. The shortest is looking through various soaps and smelling each one.
"Perhaps you should ask before stealing thoughts, then. Who am I speaking to?" He crosses his arms.
"Um...I'm not exactly one for bright colors...I'm use to wearing a lot of black..." He says as he looks over the colored fabrics, sort of just accepting that this is happening.
"Apologies, it is my nature to seek all knowledge and information, even those most guarded and secretive. The Black Codex...the Grand Archiver...these titles will suffice for myself." The book writes out, though as he looks upon the words, he swears he hears a whispering feminine voices speaking the words out to him.
Thin begins to lather Leo's face and shave it carefully with its pristine silver razor. Fat nods and begins cutting and sewing some black fabric. Short beckons Leo over to the pool of hot water, holding a rubber ducky in one hand and a sponge in the other. There must be at least eight arms now. The number changed without him noticing.
"Well, Codex, I would have reacted a lot better had you asked first, or at least announced yourself properly. Everyone loves talking about themselves, but having information wrested from them can really foul someone's mood."
Leo goes into the pool, wondering who in the world has lead him to his current situation as he just tries to bath normally despite the strangeness. He can sense that even the strange dark feeling that he has been trying to suppress is also rather baffled, which only makes Leo feel more out of his element.
"I understand, but it is the nature of my power. If it eases your mind any, only you and I can read this book....if I were to give you the soul book of another, you would be unable to read them. I am a being of secrets, not of idle gossip" The words and whispering says, a faint chuckles echoing softly. "I can tell my servants to leave you be, they are inherently inquisitive, but are harmless."
Thin begins to lather Leo's face and shave it carefully with its pristine silver razor. Fat nods and begins cutting and sewing some black fabric. Short beckons Leo over to the pool of hot water, holding a rubber ducky in one hand and a sponge in the other. There must be at least eight arms now. The number changed without him noticing.
"Well, Codex, I would have reacted a lot better had you asked first, or at least announced yourself properly. Everyone loves talking about themselves, but having information wrested from them can really foul someone's mood."
Leo goes into the pool, wondering who in the world has lead him to his current situation as he just tries to bath normally despite the strangeness. He can sense that even the strange dark feeling that he has been trying to suppress is also rather baffled, which only makes Leo feel more out of his element.
"I understand, but it is the nature of my power. If it eases your mind any, only you and I can read this book....if I were to give you the soul book of another, you would be unable to read them. I am a being of secrets, not of idle gossip" The words and whispering says, a faint chuckles echoing softly. "I can tell my servants to leave you be, they are inherently inquisitive, but are harmless."
The Three continue their silent work. Short seems to be mostly blind, and is using smell to pick out the soaps and perfumes it hands to Leo. Eventually, when he finishes bathing, Fat presents him with a stylish-but-casual outfit, somewhat similar to the one Leo had on before. Thin is seemingly sleeping while standing up, having already done its job.
"That's... better. So, you are a knowledge addict? I haven't heard that one before. Do you do anything other than record data?"
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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.
Thin begins to lather Leo's face and shave it carefully with its pristine silver razor. Fat nods and begins cutting and sewing some black fabric. Short beckons Leo over to the pool of hot water, holding a rubber ducky in one hand and a sponge in the other. There must be at least eight arms now. The number changed without him noticing.
"Well, Codex, I would have reacted a lot better had you asked first, or at least announced yourself properly. Everyone loves talking about themselves, but having information wrested from them can really foul someone's mood."
Leo goes into the pool, wondering who in the world has lead him to his current situation as he just tries to bath normally despite the strangeness. He can sense that even the strange dark feeling that he has been trying to suppress is also rather baffled, which only makes Leo feel more out of his element.
"I understand, but it is the nature of my power. If it eases your mind any, only you and I can read this book....if I were to give you the soul book of another, you would be unable to read them. I am a being of secrets, not of idle gossip" The words and whispering says, a faint chuckles echoing softly. "I can tell my servants to leave you be, they are inherently inquisitive, but are harmless."
The Three continue their silent work. Short seems to be mostly blind, and is using smell to pick out the soaps and perfumes it hands to Leo. Eventually, when he finishes bathing, Fat presents him with a stylish-but-casual outfit, somewhat similar to the one Leo had on before. Thin is seemingly sleeping while standing up, having already done its job.
"That's... better. So, you are a knowledge addict? I haven't heard that one before. Do you do anything other than record data?"
Leo would take the soap he likes the most to use and finishes bathing before he goes and dries off. He would then dress himself in the suit, spraying one of the perfumes onto himself. "Wow"
The voice chuckles again before the writing continues. "I use the knowledge I acquire to monitor things, keeping an eye out for potential threats that might spell the end of this world in it's entirely. Though more importantly, I have slowly been arming the mortals of this world with the knowledge to care for and thrive for themselves, despite the machinations of the Wills that rule it and their destructive conflicts. It is a slow process, mortals have so much potential...but too much knowledge too quickly can cause great suffering if they are not prepared to use it wisely. I seek to subtly guide them towards a better future for them."
Leo goes into the pool, wondering who in the world has lead him to his current situation as he just tries to bath normally despite the strangeness. He can sense that even the strange dark feeling that he has been trying to suppress is also rather baffled, which only makes Leo feel more out of his element.
"I understand, but it is the nature of my power. If it eases your mind any, only you and I can read this book....if I were to give you the soul book of another, you would be unable to read them. I am a being of secrets, not of idle gossip" The words and whispering says, a faint chuckles echoing softly. "I can tell my servants to leave you be, they are inherently inquisitive, but are harmless."
The Three continue their silent work. Short seems to be mostly blind, and is using smell to pick out the soaps and perfumes it hands to Leo. Eventually, when he finishes bathing, Fat presents him with a stylish-but-casual outfit, somewhat similar to the one Leo had on before. Thin is seemingly sleeping while standing up, having already done its job.
"That's... better. So, you are a knowledge addict? I haven't heard that one before. Do you do anything other than record data?"
Leo would take the soap he likes the most to use and finishes bathing before he goes and dries off. He would then dress himself in the suit, spraying one of the perfumes onto himself. "Wow"
The voice chuckles again before the writing continues. "I use the knowledge I acquire to monitor things, keeping an eye out for potential threats that might spell the end of this world in it's entirely. Though more importantly, I have slowly been arming the mortals of this world with the knowledge to care for and thrive for themselves, despite the machinations of the Wills that rule it and their destructive conflicts. It is a slow process, mortals have so much potential...but too much knowledge too quickly can cause great suffering if they are not prepared to use it wisely. I seek to subtly guide them towards a better future for them."
The Three bow to him as the Gut walks over. Barbeau lands out of the door. "Ah. You met the Three. They work for me, but they get into trouble a lot. They're technically part of Snuffles too, if you'll believe it."
"Wow. That's... a lot better thought out than what I'm doing. I just finish off problematic Wills. You're actually pretty cool."
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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.
Leo goes into the pool, wondering who in the world has lead him to his current situation as he just tries to bath normally despite the strangeness. He can sense that even the strange dark feeling that he has been trying to suppress is also rather baffled, which only makes Leo feel more out of his element.
"I understand, but it is the nature of my power. If it eases your mind any, only you and I can read this book....if I were to give you the soul book of another, you would be unable to read them. I am a being of secrets, not of idle gossip" The words and whispering says, a faint chuckles echoing softly. "I can tell my servants to leave you be, they are inherently inquisitive, but are harmless."
The Three continue their silent work. Short seems to be mostly blind, and is using smell to pick out the soaps and perfumes it hands to Leo. Eventually, when he finishes bathing, Fat presents him with a stylish-but-casual outfit, somewhat similar to the one Leo had on before. Thin is seemingly sleeping while standing up, having already done its job.
"That's... better. So, you are a knowledge addict? I haven't heard that one before. Do you do anything other than record data?"
Leo would take the soap he likes the most to use and finishes bathing before he goes and dries off. He would then dress himself in the suit, spraying one of the perfumes onto himself. "Wow"
The voice chuckles again before the writing continues. "I use the knowledge I acquire to monitor things, keeping an eye out for potential threats that might spell the end of this world in it's entirely. Though more importantly, I have slowly been arming the mortals of this world with the knowledge to care for and thrive for themselves, despite the machinations of the Wills that rule it and their destructive conflicts. It is a slow process, mortals have so much potential...but too much knowledge too quickly can cause great suffering if they are not prepared to use it wisely. I seek to subtly guide them towards a better future for them."
The Three bow to him as the Gut walks over. Barbeau lands out of the door. "Ah. You met the Three. They work for me, but they get into trouble a lot. They're technically part of Snuffles too, if you'll believe it."
"Wow. That's... a lot better thought out than what I'm doing. I just finish off problematic Wills. You're actually pretty cool."
"Ah, I see, that makes a lot of sense now." Leo chuckles and he pats snuffles. "Oh! We collected more Truffles, and also some crabs."
"The praise is appreciated, though I would not dismiss your role so quickly. My abilities might be impressive....but it does not translate well to combat I'm afraid, and there are several Wills who could strike me down as I currently am. I have protections, allies that I can call upon....however they also have their own affairs to handle and their own creations to protect. Our alliance is more of a precaution, to prepare for the coming storms so to speak....then an active force that could be used to strike down any Will trying to mess with this world and it's continued existence. So having someone who can face those Wills who try to use their powers for truly horrific purposes is an occasional necessity."
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It seems to be attached to something very heavy. As he pulls and pulls, three humanoid figures made of debris claw their way out of the sand. The three figures are huddled together and give a bow in unison. Leo notices that there are only four arms between them.
Szerucharz gets up and starts to walk away, looking back every once in a while.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Are you three ok?" Leo asks as he looks them over, a b it confused as to how they even exist as they do.
All the ravens do is watch, their arcane nature simply absorbing the information that they collect and observe.
*Hey everybody, turns out I survived another day. Maybe tomorrow will turn out differently, anyway wanna rp?*
The Three nod. They look over to the Gut, then back to Leo. The tallest draws a pot of shaving cream and a brush to apply it. The shortest pulls out some soap. The widest whips out a measuring string. They begin to circle around Leo, not separating at any point. They make creaking noises as if attempting to communicate, but he gets the impression that they're talking to each other and not him.
Szerucharz shakes in annoyance. "What do you want?!" He snaps. (He's been having a rough time lately.)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
"Uh, what are you three doing?" He asks, getting a bit wary about their actions.
The ravens at first seem to not respond at all to the Will's outburst. Then, several of them flock together, their forms changing and breaking apart, before flying over to Szerucharz. After a while, the broken apart pieces of the ravens have changed into a book who's very nature speaks to the will directly. The cover has been stitched together from the flesh of gods the Butcher has slain and savored in the past, dyes in a color that complements the Will's style and tastes, two butcher's knives, the exact same as his true artifact are crossed on the cover. *basically, it looks like Szerucharz in all his aesthetic glory in book form, his soul book.*
The Frenzy looks at the eye, its flames flickering like true flame, it speaks in a chorus of echoing voices “Who are you?”
The three look at Leo, then at each other, and nod. Wide of them measures him from head to toe, while Tall puts away the shaving cream and starts to mess with Leo's hair, contemplating something. Short is tossing burning stones into a nearby pool of water to heat it up, and stretches to put a towel on a nearby rock. Snuffles seems to be just as confused as Leo, but not as concerned.
"Ah. Spies. Well, at least you're not trying to steal from me." He seems more relaxed now.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Um...oh, you don't have to do all that." Leo says, a bit bashful and also still a bit confused.
The book would open up and flips through pages. He sees various events of his own existence since his "birth" here, and even some of his own thoughts, allin his own handwriting, before reaching the final page that seems to be actively documenting his own thoughts, before a second set of writings appear that Szerucharz, in an elegant handwriting.
"One should know better then to try and steal from the infamous Butcher of the Gods, wouldn't you think my dear Szerucharz. These arcane constructs of mine simply observe and collect the various knowledge and information of the world for me"
"I... AM... CHANSTH..."
hi
mourn the flumph. enter the galaxy, join the planetscape! yep. do you like ravenloft?
new thread coming eventually.
bye
The tallest makes a faint scoffing noise as it styles Leo's hair into a somewhat punkish, yet still elegant styling. Very modern. It then bends over to look at his face. The widest pushes them out of the way and starts showing off bolts of colorful fabric, making silent suggestions to Leo. The shortest is looking through various soaps and smelling each one.
"Perhaps you should ask before stealing thoughts, then. Who am I speaking to?" He crosses his arms.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Do you seek peace Chansth?”
"Um...I'm not exactly one for bright colors...I'm use to wearing a lot of black..." He says as he looks over the colored fabrics, sort of just accepting that this is happening.
"Apologies, it is my nature to seek all knowledge and information, even those most guarded and secretive. The Black Codex...the Grand Archivist...these titles will suffice for myself." The book writes out, though as he looks upon the words, he swears he hears a whispering feminine voices speaking the words out to him.
Thin begins to lather Leo's face and shave it carefully with its pristine silver razor. Fat nods and begins cutting and sewing some black fabric. Short beckons Leo over to the pool of hot water, holding a rubber ducky in one hand and a sponge in the other. There must be at least eight arms now. The number changed without him noticing.
"Well, Codex, I would have reacted a lot better had you asked first, or at least announced yourself properly. Everyone loves talking about themselves, but having information wrested from them can really foul someone's mood."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Leo goes into the pool, wondering who in the world has lead him to his current situation as he just tries to bath normally despite the strangeness. He can sense that even the strange dark feeling that he has been trying to suppress is also rather baffled, which only makes Leo feel more out of his element.
"I understand, but it is the nature of my power. If it eases your mind any, only you and I can read this book....if I were to give you the soul book of another, you would be unable to read them. I am a being of secrets, not of idle gossip" The words and whispering says, a faint chuckles echoing softly. "I can tell my servants to leave you be, they are inherently inquisitive, but are harmless."
The Three continue their silent work. Short seems to be mostly blind, and is using smell to pick out the soaps and perfumes it hands to Leo. Eventually, when he finishes bathing, Fat presents him with a stylish-but-casual outfit, somewhat similar to the one Leo had on before. Thin is seemingly sleeping while standing up, having already done its job.
"That's... better. So, you are a knowledge addict? I haven't heard that one before. Do you do anything other than record data?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Leo would take the soap he likes the most to use and finishes bathing before he goes and dries off. He would then dress himself in the suit, spraying one of the perfumes onto himself. "Wow"
The voice chuckles again before the writing continues. "I use the knowledge I acquire to monitor things, keeping an eye out for potential threats that might spell the end of this world in it's entirely. Though more importantly, I have slowly been arming the mortals of this world with the knowledge to care for and thrive for themselves, despite the machinations of the Wills that rule it and their destructive conflicts. It is a slow process, mortals have so much potential...but too much knowledge too quickly can cause great suffering if they are not prepared to use it wisely. I seek to subtly guide them towards a better future for them."
The Three bow to him as the Gut walks over. Barbeau lands out of the door. "Ah. You met the Three. They work for me, but they get into trouble a lot. They're technically part of Snuffles too, if you'll believe it."
"Wow. That's... a lot better thought out than what I'm doing. I just finish off problematic Wills. You're actually pretty cool."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Ah, I see, that makes a lot of sense now." Leo chuckles and he pats snuffles. "Oh! We collected more Truffles, and also some crabs."
"The praise is appreciated, though I would not dismiss your role so quickly. My abilities might be impressive....but it does not translate well to combat I'm afraid, and there are several Wills who could strike me down as I currently am. I have protections, allies that I can call upon....however they also have their own affairs to handle and their own creations to protect. Our alliance is more of a precaution, to prepare for the coming storms so to speak....then an active force that could be used to strike down any Will trying to mess with this world and it's continued existence. So having someone who can face those Wills who try to use their powers for truly horrific purposes is an occasional necessity."