Nemsy is reading a tome. She has short-ish black hair, purple eyes and simple black robes. The tome is a ornate leather book with encryptions on the cover.
"It wouldn't be the first time I've stolen something for credt." He laughs.
A spider crawls out of one of her sockets as she nods. "I've been alone... long..."
"I'm his father. I'm sorry if you don't understand how this works. I. Decide. What. Is. Best. And you do not seem like the best."
To this, the Tiefling says nothing, instead looking at the food laid out for the taking.
Sylvan lets the spider climb on his finger and places it near a crack in the wall for it to hide. “I’ll stay. Do you know of others who need help?”
Nil tilts her head to this. “The best for you and your image, perhaps, but not for your child.”
"Go on, take what you want! Most everyone is just here for the food anyway!"
"No... when I... grabbed... the othersss... esscaped." There is a gurgle in Storyn's throat as she vomits blood. Fresh, red blood. Zombies don't usually have that.
The skinny man is red in his mangled face. "I care about my family more than you could ever know! I took this hellish job in this fetid little bilestain of a town, just for them!"
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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's been raining hard for a while now. Not unusual for a swamp, but people are getting frustrated about being cooped up inside, or in the case of the lower class, having to just sit there and take it.
Some of the newcomers to the town seem nervous. Waldorf questioned them about it, and got a somewhat disturbing answer. They come from Limios, a fishing town not too dissimilar from Vermios. It's even owned by the same company. But in their town, they have a legend. A sort of boogeyman. When it rains, Mr. Scratch comes out, a 9' 9" devil made out of steel. Only the town druids can drive him off, and doing so is dangerous for them. They say he has an oven in his chest, and that he'll burn you up with the bonfire in his chest if he catches you. Sometimes he may make a copy of you, but he always gets a few personality details wrong. The brave become cowardly, the depressed become uplifted, and the meek become courageous. One of the men said it was raining the day they left, so Mr. Scratch might have gotten on the train.
The people of Vermios begin to worry about this. One man runs into the bar, raving about how he saw a giant with burning eyes walking around town, looking for something. It saw him and took up the chase, but stopped when he got to the tavern. "That's him!" cries one of the newcomers, prompting a wave of despair amongst the people.
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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.
He scuttles further back into the shadows, and points to the eyes, trying to get people's attention to it
It takes a minute, since he is in the shadows, but one woman realizes where he's pointing. "He's right outside!" She shrieks. "He's waiting for us!" Moans of horror and despair arise from the crowd. "Does anybody know any magic? Maybe we could scare him off!"
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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.
*Ancient fishman who works at the Abattoir. Not fisherman, fishman. Used to live in the ruins back when they were whole.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I read it as fisherman and then you specified lol*
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
Same XD
I had to re-read it
Characters (Links!):
Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
To this, the Tiefling says nothing, instead looking at the food laid out for the taking.
Sylvan lets the spider climb on his finger and places it near a crack in the wall for it to hide. “I’ll stay. Do you know of others who need help?”
Nil tilts her head to this. “The best for you and your image, perhaps, but not for your child.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Nemsy is reading a tome. She has short-ish black hair, purple eyes and simple black robes. The tome is a ornate leather book with encryptions on the cover.
Characters (Links!):
Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
*maaybe*
*WAIT HOLD ON HOLD ON I MIGHT HAVE A CHARACTER FOR THIS*
"Go on, take what you want! Most everyone is just here for the food anyway!"
"No... when I... grabbed... the othersss... esscaped." There is a gurgle in Storyn's throat as she vomits blood. Fresh, red blood. Zombies don't usually have that.
The skinny man is red in his mangled face. "I care about my family more than you could ever know! I took this hellish job in this fetid little bilestain of a town, just for them!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Drakenbrine! Haven’t seen you for ages!*
Characters (Links!):
Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
*hey. Wonder why?*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Dont think we’ve been on the same threads and when we are posts get buried or time zones clash*
Characters (Links!):
Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
*hm. Interesting. You got a character here?*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*hi!*
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It's been raining hard for a while now. Not unusual for a swamp, but people are getting frustrated about being cooped up inside, or in the case of the lower class, having to just sit there and take it.
Some of the newcomers to the town seem nervous. Waldorf questioned them about it, and got a somewhat disturbing answer. They come from Limios, a fishing town not too dissimilar from Vermios. It's even owned by the same company. But in their town, they have a legend. A sort of boogeyman.
When it rains, Mr. Scratch comes out, a 9' 9" devil made out of steel. Only the town druids can drive him off, and doing so is dangerous for them. They say he has an oven in his chest, and that he'll burn you up with the bonfire in his chest if he catches you. Sometimes he may make a copy of you, but he always gets a few personality details wrong. The brave become cowardly, the depressed become uplifted, and the meek become courageous. One of the men said it was raining the day they left, so Mr. Scratch might have gotten on the train.
The people of Vermios begin to worry about this. One man runs into the bar, raving about how he saw a giant with burning eyes walking around town, looking for something. It saw him and took up the chase, but stopped when he got to the tavern. "That's him!" cries one of the newcomers, prompting a wave of despair amongst the people.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The kid is in the corner of the Gay Turnip, seeming a bit nervous
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He sees the glowing yellow eyes through the window... and a beckoning hand. The entire figure is pitch black and gleaming in the minimal light.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He scuttles further back into the shadows, and points to the eyes, trying to get people's attention to it
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It takes a minute, since he is in the shadows, but one woman realizes where he's pointing. "He's right outside!" She shrieks. "He's waiting for us!" Moans of horror and despair arise from the crowd. "Does anybody know any magic? Maybe we could scare him off!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The kid freaks out, and tries to find the quickest way back to the Grot, where he is from
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*lmao*
"S-sorry?"
'Johan' takes a big sip of mulled wine.
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."
'Um, hey?'
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