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!"
The Tiefling picks up a leaf from a salad.
“This wouldn’t be one of those eat the food and be trapped forever thing, would it?”
Sylvan is confused by the blood, but knows there is a reason. He stays with the zombie, trying to comfort them.
Nil looks around at the clean area the boy was playing in. “But are you the one who is doing the work?”
"Of course not! If I stooped that low, people wouldn't show up to my parties anymore!"
Her legs slowly grow back... as do her eyes and missing fingers. In fact, she looks almost alive now. From a distance, she might be mistaken for human.
He sputters. "What?! It may not be hard labor, but I'm still working just as hard as anyone else here!"
The Tiefling inspects the leaf more. 23 perception. If it seems safe, he will eat it and grab a plate for more salad.
Sylvan helps her to her feet. “Do you have somewhere to go?”
"Of course not! If I stooped that low, people wouldn't show up to my parties anymore!"
Her legs slowly grow back... as do her eyes and missing fingers. In fact, she looks almost alive now. From a distance, she might be mistaken for human.
He sputters. "What?! It may not be hard labor, but I'm still working just as hard as anyone else here!"
The Tiefling inspects the leaf more. 28 perception. If it seems safe, he will eat it and grab a plate for more salad.
Sylvan helps her to her feet. “Do you have somewhere to go?”
“How?”
It seems safe enough.
"...Used to live with... husband, but... I died... now I just... exist..."
"You think people will just do things without instruction? The right things? If I wasn't here, the company would have shut this place down years ago. None of the workers even have enough money to buy tickets out of here, so they'd all die here in the swamp."
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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.
"Of course not! If I stooped that low, people wouldn't show up to my parties anymore!"
Her legs slowly grow back... as do her eyes and missing fingers. In fact, she looks almost alive now. From a distance, she might be mistaken for human.
He sputters. "What?! It may not be hard labor, but I'm still working just as hard as anyone else here!"
The Tiefling inspects the leaf more. 28 perception. If it seems safe, he will eat it and grab a plate for more salad.
Sylvan helps her to her feet. “Do you have somewhere to go?”
“How?”
It seems safe enough.
"...Used to live with... husband, but... I died... now I just... exist..."
"You think people will just do things without instruction? The right things? If I wasn't here, the company would have shut this place down years ago. None of the workers even have enough money to buy tickets out of here, so they'd all die here in the swamp."
Then he does the second part.
“Do you wish to come with me?”
“Is this even profitable? Is forcing the poor to work day and night earning enough money to justify this? You claim they’d die because they can’t afford to leave. Then lower the price to take the train out.” Nil is extremely livid at this point. She doesn’t seem to like Rigel’s father.
A towering figure, clearly an aristocrat by his clothing, enters the tavern. He has wild, asymmetrical horns and spikes, tough, light gray skin, and a long, almost reptile-like tail. His irises glow scarlet, made even more striking by his black sclera. He wears a white mask designed to resemble a beautiful man, and he wears white gloves, but even these are not enough to cover up the occult markings on his skin. His claws tap against his cane as he walks, and a pair of well-dressed servants (or perhaps simply sycophants) with perfume far too heavy to be pleasant follow him inside. They pull out his chair for him, sit down next to him, and even place his order. The three strange, masked men look intrigued by the people around them, as though they had never seen peasants before.
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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.
A towering figure, clearly an aristocrat by his clothing, enters the tavern. He has wild, asymmetrical horns and spikes, tough, light gray skin, and a long, almost reptile-like tail. His irises glow scarlet, made even more striking by his black sclera. He wears a white mask designed to resemble a beautiful man, and he wears white gloves, but even these are not enough to cover up the occult markings on his skin. His claws tap against his cane as he walks, and a pair of well-dressed servants (or perhaps simply sycophants) with perfume far too heavy to be pleasant follow him inside. They pull out his chair for him, sit down next to him, and even place his order. The three strange, masked men look intrigued by the people around them, as though they had never seen peasants before.
Auburn is sitting at the table next to them, and eyes the large masked man, possibly with disdain
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She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
Nemsy looks up from her tome and across to the towering figure.
He looks back, his sycophants turning to match his gaze.
"What are you reading?" asks the leader, as the two others measure her movements, body language... it feels like they are watching for a threat, while the towering figure is just curious.
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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.
Auburn is sitting at the table next to them, and eyes the large masked man, possibly with disdain
He holds out a hand to a sycophant, receiving a teapot almost immediately. He pours four cups of tea, despite not having heated up the kettle or even putting water in it. One of the sycophants brings Auburn a teacup. The spicy, decadent scent of the tea cuts through the smell of the perfume, and almost conceals the reek of rotten meat under the servant's heavy wigs and fancy clothes.
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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.
Nemsy looks up from her tome and across to the towering figure.
He looks back, his sycophants turning to match his gaze.
"What are you reading?" asks the leader, as the two others measure her movements, body language... it feels like they are watching for a threat, while the towering figure is just curious.
She sits looking at him not speaking for a moment. "You wouldnt understand." she says at last still eyeing him warily.
Nemsy looks up from her tome and across to the towering figure.
He looks back, his sycophants turning to match his gaze.
"What are you reading?" asks the leader, as the two others measure her movements, body language... it feels like they are watching for a threat, while the towering figure is just curious.
She sits looking at him not speaking for a moment. "You wouldnt understand." she says at last still eyeing him warily.
"I am well versed in quite a few subjects. Sorcery, necromancy, occultism?" The sycophants conspire with each other as the noble calmly, patiently awaits a response.
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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... hard... my friend... Charles... does talking for... me and... Master Slodik..." His voice is ragged and harrowed. "The tea... is not just tea... it... speaks in leaves..."
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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.
Nemsy looks up from her tome and across to the towering figure.
He looks back, his sycophants turning to match his gaze.
"What are you reading?" asks the leader, as the two others measure her movements, body language... it feels like they are watching for a threat, while the towering figure is just curious.
She sits looking at him not speaking for a moment. "You wouldnt understand." she says at last still eyeing him warily.
"I am well versed in quite a few subjects. Sorcery, necromancy, occultism?" The sycophants conspire with each other as the noble calmly, patiently awaits a response.
"I see. If i had to choose it would be the last one. What do you know about it?" Nemsy is still wary but trusts the person more.
The Tiefling inspects the leaf more. 23 perception. If it seems safe, he will eat it and grab a plate for more salad.
Sylvan helps her to her feet. “Do you have somewhere to go?”
“How?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
It seems safe enough.
"...Used to live with... husband, but... I died... now I just... exist..."
"You think people will just do things without instruction? The right things? If I wasn't here, the company would have shut this place down years ago. None of the workers even have enough money to buy tickets out of here, so they'd all die here in the swamp."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Then he does the second part.
“Do you wish to come with me?”
“Is this even profitable? Is forcing the poor to work day and night earning enough money to justify this? You claim they’d die because they can’t afford to leave. Then lower the price to take the train out.” Nil is extremely livid at this point. She doesn’t seem to like Rigel’s father.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*hi*
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*Hey, Flint!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Anybody want to rp??*
Characters (Links!):
Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
*sure*
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."
Nemsy is reading her tome
Characters (Links!):
Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
A towering figure, clearly an aristocrat by his clothing, enters the tavern. He has wild, asymmetrical horns and spikes, tough, light gray skin, and a long, almost reptile-like tail. His irises glow scarlet, made even more striking by his black sclera. He wears a white mask designed to resemble a beautiful man, and he wears white gloves, but even these are not enough to cover up the occult markings on his skin. His claws tap against his cane as he walks, and a pair of well-dressed servants (or perhaps simply sycophants) with perfume far too heavy to be pleasant follow him inside. They pull out his chair for him, sit down next to him, and even place his order. The three strange, masked men look intrigued by the people around them, as though they had never seen peasants before.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Nemsy looks up from her tome and across to the towering figure.
Characters (Links!):
Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
Auburn is sitting at the table next to them, and eyes the large masked man, possibly with disdain
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
He looks back, his sycophants turning to match his gaze.
"What are you reading?" asks the leader, as the two others measure her movements, body language... it feels like they are watching for a threat, while the towering figure is just curious.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A small hooded figure that was seen earlier walks in carrying several books. They sit as close to the door as possible.
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."
He holds out a hand to a sycophant, receiving a teapot almost immediately. He pours four cups of tea, despite not having heated up the kettle or even putting water in it. One of the sycophants brings Auburn a teacup. The spicy, decadent scent of the tea cuts through the smell of the perfume, and almost conceals the reek of rotten meat under the servant's heavy wigs and fancy clothes.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She sits looking at him not speaking for a moment. "You wouldnt understand." she says at last still eyeing him warily.
Characters (Links!):
Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
"I'm alright, um.. do you talk?"
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
"I am well versed in quite a few subjects. Sorcery, necromancy, occultism?" The sycophants conspire with each other as the noble calmly, patiently awaits a response.
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... hard... my friend... Charles... does talking for... me and... Master Slodik..." His voice is ragged and harrowed. "The tea... is not just tea... it... speaks in leaves..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I see. If i had to choose it would be the last one. What do you know about it?" Nemsy is still wary but trusts the person more.
Characters (Links!):
Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
"Oh, I'm sorry, nice to meet you then," She drinks some of the tea, she'll never pass something free up
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)