an ocean mist rolls in, bringing the salty, briny scent of the ocean. behind it, the creaking of boards, the lapping of waves, and a ghostly sea shanty lofting on the air. a spectral pirate ship sails into the graveyard, crewed by long-dead seamen, at the helm, is a grinning, phantasmal skeleton in corporeal capatin's rainment. the sails are shredded, and the flag is torn, but the symbol of a horse's skull is still visible
Devin gasps at the sight. “Cowboys, pirates, what’s next? Knights? Probably. Can’t wait for Rade, Cody, Peter, and the others to die. Oh wait… Cody can’t. I miss them…”
the captain fixes an empty socket on you. they're missing several teeth.
"what is this place?"
“Beats me. I’ve been wandering around for three decades. I just got here.”
"thirty years..."
a sheet ghost crewmate speaks up
"what else is here?"
the captain checks their watch
“Three decades. Makes it seem like less time has passed. Still waiting for my friends to die. I died young. Anyways. Not much. How did you die?”
another sheet ghost speaks up
"we died a long time ago. on the high seas, in battle with-"
BANG!
the captain is now holding a smoking gun, and the crewmate falls over, only to get back up in a few minutes, a hole blown through their head
“Hey, hey. Remember I got shot. I’ve got some serious trauma from that.”
"people get shot all the time"
“I got shot five freaking times. It took three bullets to kill me, the second two were just to make sure I wasn’t faking. Still remember the cries of my friends as I died.”
the captain opens their skeletal jaw, attempting a smile. "good man!"
“No, that’s not good. I take it you got shot as well? But you don’t want to tell me who shot you?”
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A new Soul has emerged from a muddy puddle, or perhaps it was the muddy puddle given its components.
It resembles a man made of muck with gold coins for eyes and an inordinate amount of sticks bursting forth from a whole in its chest. Its clothing is made out of swamp vegetation and held together with more wet earth: a blacksmith's apron, heavy gloves and boots, and the shirt and pants of an office worker. He has a heavily modified flintlock at his side, his hand hovering over it as he looks around silently.
After a minute, he sighs. "Again?"
Devin is sleeping next to where he comes up. He lazily wakes up. “New soul? So am I.”
The man looks down. He's rather short, but he has the kind of look that makes you think that if you could look into his eyes, you would see an empty refrigerator. Cold, soulless, hungry.
"Judging by the fact that we both seem to be very, very dead, I'm assuming that is what you are referring to. After all, I doubt we have much else in common. So yes, I am a new soul." He crouches down and holds out a gloved hand to help Devin up. "Shadow of Saint Grouper, or just Oswald. Inventor, public enemy, and previously the leader and protector of the abdead residents of Balezot."
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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 new Soul has emerged from a muddy puddle, or perhaps it was the muddy puddle given its components.
It resembles a man made of muck with gold coins for eyes and an inordinate amount of sticks bursting forth from a whole in its chest. Its clothing is made out of swamp vegetation and held together with more wet earth: a blacksmith's apron, heavy gloves and boots, and the shirt and pants of an office worker. He has a heavily modified flintlock at his side, his hand hovering over it as he looks around silently.
After a minute, he sighs. "Again?"
Devin is sleeping next to where he comes up. He lazily wakes up. “New soul? So am I.”
The man looks down. He's rather short, but he has the kind of look that makes you think that if you could look into his eyes, you would see an empty refrigerator. Cold, soulless, hungry.
"Judging by the fact that we both seem to be very, very dead, I'm assuming that is what you are referring to. After all, I doubt we have much else in common. So yes, I am a new soul." He crouches down and holds out a gloved hand to help Devin up. "Shadow of Saint Grouper, or just Oswald. Inventor, public enemy, and previously the leader and protector of the abdead residents of Balezot."
“I don’t know what all that is. I’m Devin. From the DAO. Well, I’m not supposed to talk about the DAO. Secret agency. But since you’re dead and I never really agreed with the DAO anyways, I think it’s fine that I’m talking about it.”
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an ocean mist rolls in, bringing the salty, briny scent of the ocean. behind it, the creaking of boards, the lapping of waves, and a ghostly sea shanty lofting on the air. a spectral pirate ship sails into the graveyard, crewed by long-dead seamen, at the helm, is a grinning, phantasmal skeleton in corporeal capatin's rainment. the sails are shredded, and the flag is torn, but the symbol of a horse's skull is still visible
Devin gasps at the sight. “Cowboys, pirates, what’s next? Knights? Probably. Can’t wait for Rade, Cody, Peter, and the others to die. Oh wait… Cody can’t. I miss them…”
the captain fixes an empty socket on you. they're missing several teeth.
"what is this place?"
“Beats me. I’ve been wandering around for three decades. I just got here.”
"thirty years..."
a sheet ghost crewmate speaks up
"what else is here?"
the captain checks their watch
“Three decades. Makes it seem like less time has passed. Still waiting for my friends to die. I died young. Anyways. Not much. How did you die?”
another sheet ghost speaks up
"we died a long time ago. on the high seas, in battle with-"
BANG!
the captain is now holding a smoking gun, and the crewmate falls over, only to get back up in a few minutes, a hole blown through their head
“Hey, hey. Remember I got shot. I’ve got some serious trauma from that.”
"people get shot all the time"
“I got shot five freaking times. It took three bullets to kill me, the second two were just to make sure I wasn’t faking. Still remember the cries of my friends as I died.”
the captain opens their skeletal jaw, attempting a smile. "good man!"
“No, that’s not good. I take it you got shot as well? But you don’t want to tell me who shot you?”
"no, no bullet could take me out" he gestures to the ribcage visible through the open jacket. it's got a lot of dents, presumably from bullets. you notice one of his hands is metal. a prosthetic
*wich is period accurate! there were humanoid prosthetics back then*
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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an ocean mist rolls in, bringing the salty, briny scent of the ocean. behind it, the creaking of boards, the lapping of waves, and a ghostly sea shanty lofting on the air. a spectral pirate ship sails into the graveyard, crewed by long-dead seamen, at the helm, is a grinning, phantasmal skeleton in corporeal capatin's rainment. the sails are shredded, and the flag is torn, but the symbol of a horse's skull is still visible
Devin gasps at the sight. “Cowboys, pirates, what’s next? Knights? Probably. Can’t wait for Rade, Cody, Peter, and the others to die. Oh wait… Cody can’t. I miss them…”
the captain fixes an empty socket on you. they're missing several teeth.
"what is this place?"
“Beats me. I’ve been wandering around for three decades. I just got here.”
"thirty years..."
a sheet ghost crewmate speaks up
"what else is here?"
the captain checks their watch
“Three decades. Makes it seem like less time has passed. Still waiting for my friends to die. I died young. Anyways. Not much. How did you die?”
another sheet ghost speaks up
"we died a long time ago. on the high seas, in battle with-"
BANG!
the captain is now holding a smoking gun, and the crewmate falls over, only to get back up in a few minutes, a hole blown through their head
“Hey, hey. Remember I got shot. I’ve got some serious trauma from that.”
"people get shot all the time"
“I got shot five freaking times. It took three bullets to kill me, the second two were just to make sure I wasn’t faking. Still remember the cries of my friends as I died.”
the captain opens their skeletal jaw, attempting a smile. "good man!"
“No, that’s not good. I take it you got shot as well? But you don’t want to tell me who shot you?”
"no, no bullet could take me out" he gestures to the ribcage visible through the open jacket. it's got a lot of dents, presumably from bullets. you notice one of his hands is metal. a prosthetic
*wich is period accurate! there were humanoid prosthetics back then*
“Then what took you out, a sword? I knew a guy who used a sword back where I lived. Didn’t work very well. I myself am a martial arts guy. Karate and stuff. Worked well with my powers.”
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The man looks down. He's rather short, but he has the kind of look that makes you think that if you could look into his eyes, you would see an empty refrigerator. Cold, soulless, hungry.
"Judging by the fact that we both seem to be very, very dead, I'm assuming that is what you are referring to. After all, I doubt we have much else in common. So yes, I am a new soul." He crouches down and holds out a gloved hand to help Devin up. "Shadow of Saint Grouper, or just Oswald. Inventor, public enemy, and previously the leader and protector of the abdead residents of Balezot."
“I don’t know what all that is. I’m Devin. From the DAO. Well, I’m not supposed to talk about the DAO. Secret agency. But since you’re dead and I never really agreed with the DAO anyways, I think it’s fine that I’m talking about it.”
"Hm. Never heard of this agency, but I assume that's the point." He turns away, staring off into the distance. "I assume I'm trapped here?" He grumbles. "Shame. I don't agree with secret agencies as a general principle, and if they let kids in I have a particular reason to want it dismantled."
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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.
an ocean mist rolls in, bringing the salty, briny scent of the ocean. behind it, the creaking of boards, the lapping of waves, and a ghostly sea shanty lofting on the air. a spectral pirate ship sails into the graveyard, crewed by long-dead seamen, at the helm, is a grinning, phantasmal skeleton in corporeal capatin's rainment. the sails are shredded, and the flag is torn, but the symbol of a horse's skull is still visible
Devin gasps at the sight. “Cowboys, pirates, what’s next? Knights? Probably. Can’t wait for Rade, Cody, Peter, and the others to die. Oh wait… Cody can’t. I miss them…”
the captain fixes an empty socket on you. they're missing several teeth.
"what is this place?"
“Beats me. I’ve been wandering around for three decades. I just got here.”
"thirty years..."
a sheet ghost crewmate speaks up
"what else is here?"
the captain checks their watch
“Three decades. Makes it seem like less time has passed. Still waiting for my friends to die. I died young. Anyways. Not much. How did you die?”
another sheet ghost speaks up
"we died a long time ago. on the high seas, in battle with-"
BANG!
the captain is now holding a smoking gun, and the crewmate falls over, only to get back up in a few minutes, a hole blown through their head
“Hey, hey. Remember I got shot. I’ve got some serious trauma from that.”
"people get shot all the time"
“I got shot five freaking times. It took three bullets to kill me, the second two were just to make sure I wasn’t faking. Still remember the cries of my friends as I died.”
the captain opens their skeletal jaw, attempting a smile. "good man!"
“No, that’s not good. I take it you got shot as well? But you don’t want to tell me who shot you?”
"no, no bullet could take me out" he gestures to the ribcage visible through the open jacket. it's got a lot of dents, presumably from bullets. you notice one of his hands is metal. a prosthetic
*wich is period accurate! there were humanoid prosthetics back then*
“Then what took you out, a sword? I knew a guy who used a sword back where I lived. Didn’t work very well. I myself am a martial arts guy. Karate and stuff. Worked well with my powers.”
"powers? a witch, are you?"
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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an ocean mist rolls in, bringing the salty, briny scent of the ocean. behind it, the creaking of boards, the lapping of waves, and a ghostly sea shanty lofting on the air. a spectral pirate ship sails into the graveyard, crewed by long-dead seamen, at the helm, is a grinning, phantasmal skeleton in corporeal capatin's rainment. the sails are shredded, and the flag is torn, but the symbol of a horse's skull is still visible
Devin gasps at the sight. “Cowboys, pirates, what’s next? Knights? Probably. Can’t wait for Rade, Cody, Peter, and the others to die. Oh wait… Cody can’t. I miss them…”
the captain fixes an empty socket on you. they're missing several teeth.
"what is this place?"
“Beats me. I’ve been wandering around for three decades. I just got here.”
"thirty years..."
a sheet ghost crewmate speaks up
"what else is here?"
the captain checks their watch
“Three decades. Makes it seem like less time has passed. Still waiting for my friends to die. I died young. Anyways. Not much. How did you die?”
another sheet ghost speaks up
"we died a long time ago. on the high seas, in battle with-"
BANG!
the captain is now holding a smoking gun, and the crewmate falls over, only to get back up in a few minutes, a hole blown through their head
“Hey, hey. Remember I got shot. I’ve got some serious trauma from that.”
"people get shot all the time"
“I got shot five freaking times. It took three bullets to kill me, the second two were just to make sure I wasn’t faking. Still remember the cries of my friends as I died.”
the captain opens their skeletal jaw, attempting a smile. "good man!"
“No, that’s not good. I take it you got shot as well? But you don’t want to tell me who shot you?”
"no, no bullet could take me out" he gestures to the ribcage visible through the open jacket. it's got a lot of dents, presumably from bullets. you notice one of his hands is metal. a prosthetic
*wich is period accurate! there were humanoid prosthetics back then*
“Then what took you out, a sword? I knew a guy who used a sword back where I lived. Didn’t work very well. I myself am a martial arts guy. Karate and stuff. Worked well with my powers.”
"powers? a witch, are you?"
“Nah. An anomaly. That’s what they called us, at least. Seems pretty unhumanizing to me.”
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The man looks down. He's rather short, but he has the kind of look that makes you think that if you could look into his eyes, you would see an empty refrigerator. Cold, soulless, hungry.
"Judging by the fact that we both seem to be very, very dead, I'm assuming that is what you are referring to. After all, I doubt we have much else in common. So yes, I am a new soul." He crouches down and holds out a gloved hand to help Devin up. "Shadow of Saint Grouper, or just Oswald. Inventor, public enemy, and previously the leader and protector of the abdead residents of Balezot."
“I don’t know what all that is. I’m Devin. From the DAO. Well, I’m not supposed to talk about the DAO. Secret agency. But since you’re dead and I never really agreed with the DAO anyways, I think it’s fine that I’m talking about it.”
"Hm. Never heard of this agency, but I assume that's the point." He turns away, staring off into the distance. "I assume I'm trapped here?" He grumbles. "Shame. I don't agree with secret agencies as a general principle, and if they let kids in I have a particular reason to want it dismantled."
“Oh. This isn’t the DAO. I was from the DAO. Before I died. This… I don’t know what it is.“
*gtg soon.*
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an ocean mist rolls in, bringing the salty, briny scent of the ocean. behind it, the creaking of boards, the lapping of waves, and a ghostly sea shanty lofting on the air. a spectral pirate ship sails into the graveyard, crewed by long-dead seamen, at the helm, is a grinning, phantasmal skeleton in corporeal capatin's rainment. the sails are shredded, and the flag is torn, but the symbol of a horse's skull is still visible
A short black teenager approaches the ship, wearing a white blouse, leather pants and a flour stained apron. She carries a tray of apple fritters, waving with her free hand. “Who might you be? I see that you are a new one here.”
the captain fixes their empty socket on you. they're missing several teeth
"where is this place?"
“Welcome to the Graveyard, the Graveyard of Lost Souls, to be exact. I’m Fanny, and the other real staff member we have here is the Keeper. Buttons is another of the old timers, and of course we’ve got the Soul Hunters, but there don’t appear to be any around right now.”
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"Hm. Never heard of this agency, but I assume that's the point." He turns away, staring off into the distance. "I assume I'm trapped here?" He grumbles. "Shame. I don't agree with secret agencies as a general principle, and if they let kids in I have a particular reason to want it dismantled."
“Oh. This isn’t the DAO. I was from the DAO. Before I died. This… I don’t know what it is.“
*gtg soon.*
"What I meant is that I assume that wherever the DAO is is outside my control at this point. I would have so gladly ripped their organization leadership into bloody, equidistant chunks and smears. To send a message, of course." He inclines his head slightly. "So, Devin, who were you?"
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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.
an ocean mist rolls in, bringing the salty, briny scent of the ocean. behind it, the creaking of boards, the lapping of waves, and a ghostly sea shanty lofting on the air. a spectral pirate ship sails into the graveyard, crewed by long-dead seamen, at the helm, is a grinning, phantasmal skeleton in corporeal capatin's rainment. the sails are shredded, and the flag is torn, but the symbol of a horse's skull is still visible
Devin gasps at the sight. “Cowboys, pirates, what’s next? Knights? Probably. Can’t wait for Rade, Cody, Peter, and the others to die. Oh wait… Cody can’t. I miss them…”
the captain fixes an empty socket on you. they're missing several teeth.
"what is this place?"
“Beats me. I’ve been wandering around for three decades. I just got here.”
"thirty years..."
a sheet ghost crewmate speaks up
"what else is here?"
the captain checks their watch
“Three decades. Makes it seem like less time has passed. Still waiting for my friends to die. I died young. Anyways. Not much. How did you die?”
another sheet ghost speaks up
"we died a long time ago. on the high seas, in battle with-"
BANG!
the captain is now holding a smoking gun, and the crewmate falls over, only to get back up in a few minutes, a hole blown through their head
“Hey, hey. Remember I got shot. I’ve got some serious trauma from that.”
"people get shot all the time"
“I got shot five freaking times. It took three bullets to kill me, the second two were just to make sure I wasn’t faking. Still remember the cries of my friends as I died.”
the captain opens their skeletal jaw, attempting a smile. "good man!"
“No, that’s not good. I take it you got shot as well? But you don’t want to tell me who shot you?”
"no, no bullet could take me out" he gestures to the ribcage visible through the open jacket. it's got a lot of dents, presumably from bullets. you notice one of his hands is metal. a prosthetic
*wich is period accurate! there were humanoid prosthetics back then*
“Then what took you out, a sword? I knew a guy who used a sword back where I lived. Didn’t work very well. I myself am a martial arts guy. Karate and stuff. Worked well with my powers.”
"powers? a witch, are you?"
“Nah. An anomaly. That’s what they called us, at least. Seems pretty unhumanizing to me.”
"we were ghosts for a long time after we died, but anomoly, that's a new word"
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
an ocean mist rolls in, bringing the salty, briny scent of the ocean. behind it, the creaking of boards, the lapping of waves, and a ghostly sea shanty lofting on the air. a spectral pirate ship sails into the graveyard, crewed by long-dead seamen, at the helm, is a grinning, phantasmal skeleton in corporeal capatin's rainment. the sails are shredded, and the flag is torn, but the symbol of a horse's skull is still visible
A short black teenager approaches the ship, wearing a white blouse, leather pants and a flour stained apron. She carries a tray of apple fritters, waving with her free hand. “Who might you be? I see that you are a new one here.”
the captain fixes their empty socket on you. they're missing several teeth
"where is this place?"
“Welcome to the Graveyard, the Graveyard of Lost Souls, to be exact. I’m Fanny, and the other real staff member we have here is the Keeper. Buttons is another of the old timers, and of course we’ve got the Soul Hunters, but there don’t appear to be any around right now.”
a sheet ghost crewmate speaks up
"how does something get here?"
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
an ocean mist rolls in, bringing the salty, briny scent of the ocean. behind it, the creaking of boards, the lapping of waves, and a ghostly sea shanty lofting on the air. a spectral pirate ship sails into the graveyard, crewed by long-dead seamen, at the helm, is a grinning, phantasmal skeleton in corporeal capatin's rainment. the sails are shredded, and the flag is torn, but the symbol of a horse's skull is still visible
A short black teenager approaches the ship, wearing a white blouse, leather pants and a flour stained apron. She carries a tray of apple fritters, waving with her free hand. “Who might you be? I see that you are a new one here.”
the captain fixes their empty socket on you. they're missing several teeth
"where is this place?"
“Welcome to the Graveyard, the Graveyard of Lost Souls, to be exact. I’m Fanny, and the other real staff member we have here is the Keeper. Buttons is another of the old timers, and of course we’ve got the Soul Hunters, but there don’t appear to be any around right now.”
a sheet ghost crewmate speaks up
"how does something get here?"
“It depends on the Soul, but generally it’s due to your Tether, or some necromancy gone wrong. Those who didn’t move on will always end up here at some point.”
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an ocean mist rolls in, bringing the salty, briny scent of the ocean. behind it, the creaking of boards, the lapping of waves, and a ghostly sea shanty lofting on the air. a spectral pirate ship sails into the graveyard, crewed by long-dead seamen, at the helm, is a grinning, phantasmal skeleton in corporeal capatin's rainment. the sails are shredded, and the flag is torn, but the symbol of a horse's skull is still visible
A short black teenager approaches the ship, wearing a white blouse, leather pants and a flour stained apron. She carries a tray of apple fritters, waving with her free hand. “Who might you be? I see that you are a new one here.”
the captain fixes their empty socket on you. they're missing several teeth
"where is this place?"
“Welcome to the Graveyard, the Graveyard of Lost Souls, to be exact. I’m Fanny, and the other real staff member we have here is the Keeper. Buttons is another of the old timers, and of course we’ve got the Soul Hunters, but there don’t appear to be any around right now.”
a sheet ghost crewmate speaks up
"how does something get here?"
“It depends on the Soul, but generally it’s due to your Tether, or some necromancy gone wrong. Those who didn’t move on will always end up here at some point.”
the captain checks his watch
the same crewmate from before speaks up
"could something that's... not a soul come here?"
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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As the fog clears, a stout man with a buzz cut splutters and gasps as he waves his hand in front of his face. 'Gah, phew, that sure is stifling! Heheh...' Greg looks around and his laughter fades. The graveyard is cold, grey, and silent. 'Umm...uh...where the heck am I? Roland? Henri? Where the heck is everyone?' He mutters to himself and walks forwards a few steps, before flinching as he feels a sharp pain like a stitch over his heart. He looks down to see a bullet hole over his heart, and cracks like shattered glass spread over his whole body. He grimaces and says 'Damn. That's a pain.' He continues to look at it for a few seconds before the penny drops, and he remembers where he was before. The powerplant. The guards. The fight. He looks up slowly and hangs his head back, deeply sighing. 'Awwwww, great. I'm dead.'
an ocean mist rolls in, bringing the salty, briny scent of the ocean. behind it, the creaking of boards, the lapping of waves, and a ghostly sea shanty lofting on the air. a spectral pirate ship sails into the graveyard, crewed by long-dead seamen, at the helm, is a grinning, phantasmal skeleton in corporeal capatin's rainment. the sails are shredded, and the flag is torn, but the symbol of a horse's skull is still visible
A short black teenager approaches the ship, wearing a white blouse, leather pants and a flour stained apron. She carries a tray of apple fritters, waving with her free hand. “Who might you be? I see that you are a new one here.”
the captain fixes their empty socket on you. they're missing several teeth
"where is this place?"
“Welcome to the Graveyard, the Graveyard of Lost Souls, to be exact. I’m Fanny, and the other real staff member we have here is the Keeper. Buttons is another of the old timers, and of course we’ve got the Soul Hunters, but there don’t appear to be any around right now.”
a sheet ghost crewmate speaks up
"how does something get here?"
“It depends on the Soul, but generally it’s due to your Tether, or some necromancy gone wrong. Those who didn’t move on will always end up here at some point.”
the captain checks his watch
the same crewmate from before speaks up
"could something that's... not a soul come here?"
“Yes, but they have to actually put the work into finding it, as opposed to Souls knowing the way. Why?” Fanny peers behind the crew, questioningly.
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
an ocean mist rolls in, bringing the salty, briny scent of the ocean. behind it, the creaking of boards, the lapping of waves, and a ghostly sea shanty lofting on the air. a spectral pirate ship sails into the graveyard, crewed by long-dead seamen, at the helm, is a grinning, phantasmal skeleton in corporeal capatin's rainment. the sails are shredded, and the flag is torn, but the symbol of a horse's skull is still visible
A short black teenager approaches the ship, wearing a white blouse, leather pants and a flour stained apron. She carries a tray of apple fritters, waving with her free hand. “Who might you be? I see that you are a new one here.”
the captain fixes their empty socket on you. they're missing several teeth
"where is this place?"
“Welcome to the Graveyard, the Graveyard of Lost Souls, to be exact. I’m Fanny, and the other real staff member we have here is the Keeper. Buttons is another of the old timers, and of course we’ve got the Soul Hunters, but there don’t appear to be any around right now.”
a sheet ghost crewmate speaks up
"how does something get here?"
“It depends on the Soul, but generally it’s due to your Tether, or some necromancy gone wrong. Those who didn’t move on will always end up here at some point.”
the captain checks his watch
the same crewmate from before speaks up
"could something that's... not a soul come here?"
“Yes, but they have to actually put the work into finding it, as opposed to Souls knowing the way. Why?” Fanny peers behind the crew, questioningly.
a few crewmates look defeated. the captain remains inscrutable.
one of the crew goes to say something, a quick look from the captain stopping them.
"no reason. superstitious crew, and all"
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
As the fog clears, a stout man with a buzz cut splutters and gasps as he waves his hand in front of his face. 'Gah, phew, that sure is stifling! Heheh...' Greg looks around and his laughter fades. The graveyard is cold, grey, and silent. 'Umm...uh...where the heck am I? Roland? Henri? Where the heck is everyone?' He mutters to himself and walks forwards a few steps, before flinching as he feels a sharp pain like a stitch over his heart. He looks down to see a bullet hole over his heart, and cracks like shattered glass spread over his whole body. He grimaces and says 'Damn. That's a pain.' He continues to look at it for a few seconds before the penny drops, and he remembers where he was before. The powerplant. The guards. The fight. He looks up slowly and hangs his head back, deeply sighing. 'Awwwww, great. I'm dead.'
*why thank you*
Fanny approaches the man, “Indeed you are”
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
an ocean mist rolls in, bringing the salty, briny scent of the ocean. behind it, the creaking of boards, the lapping of waves, and a ghostly sea shanty lofting on the air. a spectral pirate ship sails into the graveyard, crewed by long-dead seamen, at the helm, is a grinning, phantasmal skeleton in corporeal capatin's rainment. the sails are shredded, and the flag is torn, but the symbol of a horse's skull is still visible
A short black teenager approaches the ship, wearing a white blouse, leather pants and a flour stained apron. She carries a tray of apple fritters, waving with her free hand. “Who might you be? I see that you are a new one here.”
the captain fixes their empty socket on you. they're missing several teeth
"where is this place?"
“Welcome to the Graveyard, the Graveyard of Lost Souls, to be exact. I’m Fanny, and the other real staff member we have here is the Keeper. Buttons is another of the old timers, and of course we’ve got the Soul Hunters, but there don’t appear to be any around right now.”
a sheet ghost crewmate speaks up
"how does something get here?"
“It depends on the Soul, but generally it’s due to your Tether, or some necromancy gone wrong. Those who didn’t move on will always end up here at some point.”
the captain checks his watch
the same crewmate from before speaks up
"could something that's... not a soul come here?"
“Yes, but they have to actually put the work into finding it, as opposed to Souls knowing the way. Why?” Fanny peers behind the crew, questioningly.
a few crewmates look defeated. the captain remains inscrutable.
one of the crew goes to say something, a quick look from the captain stopping them.
"no reason. superstitious crew, and all"
“Love, I’ve been here for longer than I can remember, I can tell when someone’s lying. Is something chasing you?”
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
“No, that’s not good. I take it you got shot as well? But you don’t want to tell me who shot you?”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
The man looks down. He's rather short, but he has the kind of look that makes you think that if you could look into his eyes, you would see an empty refrigerator. Cold, soulless, hungry.
"Judging by the fact that we both seem to be very, very dead, I'm assuming that is what you are referring to. After all, I doubt we have much else in common. So yes, I am a new soul." He crouches down and holds out a gloved hand to help Devin up. "Shadow of Saint Grouper, or just Oswald. Inventor, public enemy, and previously the leader and protector of the abdead residents of Balezot."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I don’t know what all that is. I’m Devin. From the DAO. Well, I’m not supposed to talk about the DAO. Secret agency. But since you’re dead and I never really agreed with the DAO anyways, I think it’s fine that I’m talking about it.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
"no, no bullet could take me out" he gestures to the ribcage visible through the open jacket. it's got a lot of dents, presumably from bullets. you notice one of his hands is metal. a prosthetic
*wich is period accurate! there were humanoid prosthetics back then*
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
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“Then what took you out, a sword? I knew a guy who used a sword back where I lived. Didn’t work very well. I myself am a martial arts guy. Karate and stuff. Worked well with my powers.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
"Hm. Never heard of this agency, but I assume that's the point." He turns away, staring off into the distance. "I assume I'm trapped here?" He grumbles. "Shame. I don't agree with secret agencies as a general principle, and if they let kids in I have a particular reason to want it dismantled."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"powers? a witch, are you?"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
“Nah. An anomaly. That’s what they called us, at least. Seems pretty unhumanizing to me.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
“Oh. This isn’t the DAO. I was from the DAO. Before I died. This… I don’t know what it is.“
*gtg soon.*
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
“Welcome to the Graveyard, the Graveyard of Lost Souls, to be exact. I’m Fanny, and the other real staff member we have here is the Keeper. Buttons is another of the old timers, and of course we’ve got the Soul Hunters, but there don’t appear to be any around right now.”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
"What I meant is that I assume that wherever the DAO is is outside my control at this point. I would have so gladly ripped their organization leadership into bloody, equidistant chunks and smears. To send a message, of course." He inclines his head slightly. "So, Devin, who were you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"we were ghosts for a long time after we died, but anomoly, that's a new word"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
a sheet ghost crewmate speaks up
"how does something get here?"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
“It depends on the Soul, but generally it’s due to your Tether, or some necromancy gone wrong. Those who didn’t move on will always end up here at some point.”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
the captain checks his watch
the same crewmate from before speaks up
"could something that's... not a soul come here?"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
[San Fuerza! This looks fun]
As the fog clears, a stout man with a buzz cut splutters and gasps as he waves his hand in front of his face. 'Gah, phew, that sure is stifling! Heheh...' Greg looks around and his laughter fades. The graveyard is cold, grey, and silent. 'Umm...uh...where the heck am I? Roland? Henri? Where the heck is everyone?' He mutters to himself and walks forwards a few steps, before flinching as he feels a sharp pain like a stitch over his heart. He looks down to see a bullet hole over his heart, and cracks like shattered glass spread over his whole body. He grimaces and says 'Damn. That's a pain.' He continues to look at it for a few seconds before the penny drops, and he remembers where he was before. The powerplant. The guards. The fight. He looks up slowly and hangs his head back, deeply sighing. 'Awwwww, great. I'm dead.'
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“Yes, but they have to actually put the work into finding it, as opposed to Souls knowing the way. Why?” Fanny peers behind the crew, questioningly.
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
a few crewmates look defeated. the captain remains inscrutable.
one of the crew goes to say something, a quick look from the captain stopping them.
"no reason. superstitious crew, and all"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*why thank you*
Fanny approaches the man, “Indeed you are”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
“Love, I’ve been here for longer than I can remember, I can tell when someone’s lying. Is something chasing you?”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors