Zeilghast: The City of Cursed souls

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Alabastor and Glendella exit out of the Tower of Valor, deciding to do a bit of supply shopping before the leave the city. The elegantly dressed noble hunter is quite the contrast to the small and ragged Cursed-Blood walking beside him like an equal, but the two chat casually with each other without a care.

*screw it, we ball*

The masked man has finally stopped training, after a full 3 hours. (Baby numbers for him) He is in his rather small quarters, reading an ancient tome. Noticing the two figures exiting from his window, he, instead of using the stairs like a normal person, jumps out the window, sliding down the rooftops to land slightly behind Alabastor and Glendella. 

*can I not have him take fall damage bc rule of cool?*

 *If you didn’t ask I wouldn’t have cared, but because you did, roll acrobatics*

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Alabastor and Glendella exit out of the Tower of Valor, deciding to do a bit of supply shopping before the leave the city. The elegantly dressed noble hunter is quite the contrast to the small and ragged Cursed-Blood walking beside him like an equal, but the two chat casually with each other without a care.

*screw it, we ball*

The masked man has finally stopped training, after a full 3 hours. (Baby numbers for him) He is in his rather small quarters, reading an ancient tome. Noticing the two figures exiting from his window, he, instead of using the stairs like a normal person, jumps out the window, sliding down the rooftops to land slightly behind Alabastor and Glendella. 

*can I not have him take fall damage bc rule of cool?*

 *If you didn’t ask I wouldn’t have cared, but because you did, roll acrobatics*

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*also because of this part of the old one lore, I think that the old ones, and possibly the goddess too, caused the plague. "Simply standing near them can mutate the very body and mind, transforming you into what can only be described as an unholy abomination, standing against the natural order of the world. Assuming they don’t drive you mad and rot you from the inside out." Hmm...*

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A young woman wanders through the city. She wears Hunter’s clothes with a hood made of the skin of various creatures…including more human looking skins. All over here clothes are symbols of a cult. She has a cleaver at her side and various tools attached to her belt, though not normal tools. Tools for removing nails, skin, and other parts, as well as tools made for cutting and breaking. She mutters to herself while writing something down in a book. 

 John appears next to the woman with a swirl of moonlight mist, the skulls on his belt rattling with every step, his mad eyes stare at her face. He then looks at the appearance of the hunter, before smiling widely as his eyes shiver, his scythe on his back, he begins to speak to her, all his bodily movements outside of his calm walking  "Hello. It has been a long time since we've talked hasn't it? How have you been?"

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Alabastor and Glendella exit out of the Tower of Valor, deciding to do a bit of supply shopping before the leave the city. The elegantly dressed noble hunter is quite the contrast to the small and ragged Cursed-Blood walking beside him like an equal, but the two chat casually with each other without a care.

*screw it, we ball*

The masked man has finally stopped training, after a full 3 hours. (Baby numbers for him) He is in his rather small quarters, reading an ancient tome. Noticing the two figures exiting from his window, he, instead of using the stairs like a normal person, jumps out the window, sliding down the rooftops to land slightly behind Alabastor and Glendella. 

*can I not have him take fall damage bc rule of cool?*

 Glendella yelps and jumps a bit skittishly. Al meanwhile can't help but chuckles. "That's quite an entrance there."

The man disregards Al's comment. "If you are leaving to go beyond the city, take me with you. I tire of training against an enemy that doesn't fight back."

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Alabastor and Glendella exit out of the Tower of Valor, deciding to do a bit of supply shopping before the leave the city. The elegantly dressed noble hunter is quite the contrast to the small and ragged Cursed-Blood walking beside him like an equal, but the two chat casually with each other without a care.

*screw it, we ball*

The masked man has finally stopped training, after a full 3 hours. (Baby numbers for him) He is in his rather small quarters, reading an ancient tome. Noticing the two figures exiting from his window, he, instead of using the stairs like a normal person, jumps out the window, sliding down the rooftops to land slightly behind Alabastor and Glendella. 

*can I not have him take fall damage bc rule of cool?*

 *If you didn’t ask I wouldn’t have cared, but because you did, roll acrobatics*

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*also because of this part of the old one lore, I think that the old ones, and possibly the goddess too, caused the plague. "Simply standing near them can mutate the very body and mind, transforming you into what can only be described as an unholy abomination, standing against the natural order of the world. Assuming they don’t drive you mad and rot you from the inside out." Hmm...*

 *That works. And I can neither confirm nor deny your assumption*

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Alabastor and Glendella exit out of the Tower of Valor, deciding to do a bit of supply shopping before the leave the city. The elegantly dressed noble hunter is quite the contrast to the small and ragged Cursed-Blood walking beside him like an equal, but the two chat casually with each other without a care.

*screw it, we ball*

The masked man has finally stopped training, after a full 3 hours. (Baby numbers for him) He is in his rather small quarters, reading an ancient tome. Noticing the two figures exiting from his window, he, instead of using the stairs like a normal person, jumps out the window, sliding down the rooftops to land slightly behind Alabastor and Glendella. 

*can I not have him take fall damage bc rule of cool?*

 Glendella yelps and jumps a bit skittishly. Al meanwhile can't help but chuckles. "That's quite an entrance there."

The man disregards Al's comment. "If you are leaving to go beyond the city, take me with you. I tire of training against an enemy that doesn't fight back."

 "Is that alright with you?" Al asks Glendella who has calmed down. "Oh, sure...safety in numbers after all" Glen says.

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A young woman wanders through the city. She wears Hunter’s clothes with a hood made of the skin of various creatures…including more human looking skins. All over here clothes are symbols of a cult. She has a cleaver at her side and various tools attached to her belt, though not normal tools. Tools for removing nails, skin, and other parts, as well as tools made for cutting and breaking. She mutters to herself while writing something down in a book. 

 John appears next to the woman with a swirl of moonlight mist, the skulls on his belt rattling with every step, his mad eyes stare at her face. He then looks at the appearance of the hunter, before smiling widely as his eyes shiver, his scythe on his back, he begins to speak to her, all his bodily movements outside of his calm walking  "Hello. It has been a long time since we've talked hasn't it? How have you been?"

 “Don’t know you.” She continued writing in her book 

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A young woman wanders through the city. She wears Hunter’s clothes with a hood made of the skin of various creatures…including more human looking skins. All over here clothes are symbols of a cult. She has a cleaver at her side and various tools attached to her belt, though not normal tools. Tools for removing nails, skin, and other parts, as well as tools made for cutting and breaking. She mutters to herself while writing something down in a book. 

 John appears next to the woman with a swirl of moonlight mist, the skulls on his belt rattling with every step, his mad eyes stare at her face. He then looks at the appearance of the hunter, before smiling widely as his eyes shiver, his scythe on his back, he begins to speak to her, all his bodily movements outside of his calm walking  "Hello. It has been a long time since we've talked hasn't it? How have you been?"

 “Don’t know you.” She continued writing in her book 

 "Ah, of course you don't, but I know you, the voices tell me so." He takes out a small chunk of marble and begins to chisel the exact shape of her skull.

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A young woman wanders through the city. She wears Hunter’s clothes with a hood made of the skin of various creatures…including more human looking skins. All over here clothes are symbols of a cult. She has a cleaver at her side and various tools attached to her belt, though not normal tools. Tools for removing nails, skin, and other parts, as well as tools made for cutting and breaking. She mutters to herself while writing something down in a book. 

 John appears next to the woman with a swirl of moonlight mist, the skulls on his belt rattling with every step, his mad eyes stare at her face. He then looks at the appearance of the hunter, before smiling widely as his eyes shiver, his scythe on his back, he begins to speak to her, all his bodily movements outside of his calm walking  "Hello. It has been a long time since we've talked hasn't it? How have you been?"

 “Don’t know you.” She continued writing in her book 

 "Ah, of course you don't, but I know you, the voices tell me so." He takes out a small chunk of marble and begins to chisel the exact shape of her skull.

 “Then what’s my name, date of birth, previously occupation, age and face food. Also my head is much pretty than that.”

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A young woman wanders through the city. She wears Hunter’s clothes with a hood made of the skin of various creatures…including more human looking skins. All over here clothes are symbols of a cult. She has a cleaver at her side and various tools attached to her belt, though not normal tools. Tools for removing nails, skin, and other parts, as well as tools made for cutting and breaking. She mutters to herself while writing something down in a book. 

 John appears next to the woman with a swirl of moonlight mist, the skulls on his belt rattling with every step, his mad eyes stare at her face. He then looks at the appearance of the hunter, before smiling widely as his eyes shiver, his scythe on his back, he begins to speak to her, all his bodily movements outside of his calm walking  "Hello. It has been a long time since we've talked hasn't it? How have you been?"

 “Don’t know you.” She continued writing in her book 

 "Ah, of course you don't, but I know you, the voices tell me so." He takes out a small chunk of marble and begins to chisel the exact shape of her skull.

 “Then what’s my name, date of birth, previously occupation, age and face food. Also my head is much pretty than that.”

 "Ah, don't be egotistical. This is your skull, accurately. As for that information the voices won't let me know, that I must find myself. So let us begin with your name, I am John, you are?"

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*also because of this part of the old one lore, I think that the old ones, and possibly the goddess too, caused the plague. "Simply standing near them can mutate the very body and mind, transforming you into what can only be described as an unholy abomination, standing against the natural order of the world. Assuming they don’t drive you mad and rot you from the inside out." Hmm...*

 *That works. And I can neither confirm nor deny your assumption*

*now I know it's true >:)*

A kid with an oversized hoodie and face mask shows up to enlist as a hunter
*edit sorry forgot to add bloodborne*

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Alabastor and Glendella exit out of the Tower of Valor, deciding to do a bit of supply shopping before the leave the city. The elegantly dressed noble hunter is quite the contrast to the small and ragged Cursed-Blood walking beside him like an equal, but the two chat casually with each other without a care.

*screw it, we ball*

The masked man has finally stopped training, after a full 3 hours. (Baby numbers for him) He is in his rather small quarters, reading an ancient tome. Noticing the two figures exiting from his window, he, instead of using the stairs like a normal person, jumps out the window, sliding down the rooftops to land slightly behind Alabastor and Glendella. 

*can I not have him take fall damage bc rule of cool?*

 Glendella yelps and jumps a bit skittishly. Al meanwhile can't help but chuckles. "That's quite an entrance there."

The man disregards Al's comment. "If you are leaving to go beyond the city, take me with you. I tire of training against an enemy that doesn't fight back."

 "Is that alright with you?" Al asks Glendella who has calmed down. "Oh, sure...safety in numbers after all" Glen says.

The man gives a nod, and continues walking with them.

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A young woman wanders through the city. She wears Hunter’s clothes with a hood made of the skin of various creatures…including more human looking skins. All over here clothes are symbols of a cult. She has a cleaver at her side and various tools attached to her belt, though not normal tools. Tools for removing nails, skin, and other parts, as well as tools made for cutting and breaking. She mutters to herself while writing something down in a book. 

 John appears next to the woman with a swirl of moonlight mist, the skulls on his belt rattling with every step, his mad eyes stare at her face. He then looks at the appearance of the hunter, before smiling widely as his eyes shiver, his scythe on his back, he begins to speak to her, all his bodily movements outside of his calm walking  "Hello. It has been a long time since we've talked hasn't it? How have you been?"

 “Don’t know you.” She continued writing in her book 

 "Ah, of course you don't, but I know you, the voices tell me so." He takes out a small chunk of marble and begins to chisel the exact shape of her skull.

 “Then what’s my name, date of birth, previously occupation, age and face food. Also my head is much pretty than that.”

 "Ah, don't be egotistical. This is your skull, accurately. As for that information the voices won't let me know, that I must find myself. So let us begin with your name, I am John, you are?"

 “You can call me Insari. Also trash that thing. It’s weird to just carve peoples heads out of rock. I much rather have the real thing. Which I have several of! Do you want to see my collection?!” They get exited 

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*also because of this part of the old one lore, I think that the old ones, and possibly the goddess too, caused the plague. "Simply standing near them can mutate the very body and mind, transforming you into what can only be described as an unholy abomination, standing against the natural order of the world. Assuming they don’t drive you mad and rot you from the inside out." Hmm...*

 *That works. And I can neither confirm nor deny your assumption*

*now I know it's true >:)*

 *You can think that. Just don’t surprised if you end up wrong*

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A kid with an oversized hoodie and face mask shows up to enlist as a hunter

 *As in take the exam or join the academy. If it’s the latter, know that they won’t be able to participate in any hunts. And I’m not doing the exam for you if it’s the former*

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A young woman wanders through the city. She wears Hunter’s clothes with a hood made of the skin of various creatures…including more human looking skins. All over here clothes are symbols of a cult. She has a cleaver at her side and various tools attached to her belt, though not normal tools. Tools for removing nails, skin, and other parts, as well as tools made for cutting and breaking. She mutters to herself while writing something down in a book. 

 John appears next to the woman with a swirl of moonlight mist, the skulls on his belt rattling with every step, his mad eyes stare at her face. He then looks at the appearance of the hunter, before smiling widely as his eyes shiver, his scythe on his back, he begins to speak to her, all his bodily movements outside of his calm walking  "Hello. It has been a long time since we've talked hasn't it? How have you been?"

 “Don’t know you.” She continued writing in her book 

 "Ah, of course you don't, but I know you, the voices tell me so." He takes out a small chunk of marble and begins to chisel the exact shape of her skull.

 “Then what’s my name, date of birth, previously occupation, age and face food. Also my head is much pretty than that.”

 "Ah, don't be egotistical. This is your skull, accurately. As for that information the voices won't let me know, that I must find myself. So let us begin with your name, I am John, you are?"

 “You can call me Insari. Also trash that thing. It’s weird to just carve peoples heads out of rock. I much rather have the real thing. Which I have several of! Do you want to see my collection?!” They get exited 

 His eyes shake with madness "You have a collection too? Fabulous. The voices were right like they always are." He takes another skull off of his belt, she can tell that this one is entirely bone, and from a beast, no flesh left on it.

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A young woman wanders through the city. She wears Hunter’s clothes with a hood made of the skin of various creatures…including more human looking skins. All over here clothes are symbols of a cult. She has a cleaver at her side and various tools attached to her belt, though not normal tools. Tools for removing nails, skin, and other parts, as well as tools made for cutting and breaking. She mutters to herself while writing something down in a book. 

 John appears next to the woman with a swirl of moonlight mist, the skulls on his belt rattling with every step, his mad eyes stare at her face. He then looks at the appearance of the hunter, before smiling widely as his eyes shiver, his scythe on his back, he begins to speak to her, all his bodily movements outside of his calm walking  "Hello. It has been a long time since we've talked hasn't it? How have you been?"

 “Don’t know you.” She continued writing in her book 

 "Ah, of course you don't, but I know you, the voices tell me so." He takes out a small chunk of marble and begins to chisel the exact shape of her skull.

 “Then what’s my name, date of birth, previously occupation, age and face food. Also my head is much pretty than that.”

 "Ah, don't be egotistical. This is your skull, accurately. As for that information the voices won't let me know, that I must find myself. So let us begin with your name, I am John, you are?"

 “You can call me Insari. Also trash that thing. It’s weird to just carve peoples heads out of rock. I much rather have the real thing. Which I have several of! Do you want to see my collection?!” They get exited 

 His eyes shake with madness "You have a collection too? Fabulous. The voices were right like they always are." He takes another skull off of his belt, she can tell that this one is entirely bone, and from a beast, no flesh left on it.

 “Oh. Disappointing. I was hoping it would be a human one. Oh well. Beast parts are interesting too!”

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 “Oh. Disappointing. I was hoping it would be a human one. Oh well. Beast parts are interesting too!”

 "After the first few times I wasn't allowed to show people the human ones. I have studied bones for my entire hunter career. I've gotten good at carving them, no matter what the insight tells me." *Is this fine with you btw?*

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 “Oh. Disappointing. I was hoping it would be a human one. Oh well. Beast parts are interesting too!”

 "After the first few times I wasn't allowed to show people the human ones. I have studied bones for my entire hunter career. I've gotten good at carving them, no matter what the insight tells me." *Is this fine with you btw?*

 “Huh. Kinda like me.” *Is what?*