Amrose immediately draws his scythe-spear (it’s basically a scythe with a spear head towards the end that can function as either one) and lights up his hand with a faint ethereal blue glow, thinking that anyone who cuts something up and talks about eating it would certainly not be far off from adding other things to their menu.
“Who are you? And just what is it that you’re doing?”
Amrose immediately draws his scythe-spear (it’s basically a scythe with a spear head towards the end that can function as either one) and lights up his hand with a faint ethereal blue glow, thinking that anyone who cuts something up and talks about eating it would certainly not be far off from adding other things to their menu.
“Who are you? And just what is it that you’re doing?”
The dragonborn takes a deep breath. "Smell that? The neurotoxin... it denatures when it drops to room temperature." They slowly stand, adjusting their big, round glasses. They then wipe their wrist on their mask, smearing purple ichor over it. "I'm a chef, preparing for my next show. You can come and see it, if you're interested." They smile behind the bloody cloth.
“No thanks. I’ll be on my way.” Ambrose walks swiftly away from the bloody creature further into the rotten heart in search of others. Maybe ghosts of the dead to learn more about what the world had been or what caused it to be the way it is.
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"I have advantage on dex saving throws what could go wrong?"
*I’ve only been able to look through the first post but this was an absolute delight to read! If I have the time I might jump into it but I’m on the other side of the planet now so we’ll see how the time difference effects things.*
*I’ve only been able to look through the first post but this was an absolute delight to read! If I have the time I might jump into it but I’m on the other side of the planet now so we’ll see how the time difference effects things.*
*I’ve only been able to look through the first post but this was an absolute delight to read! If I have the time I might jump into it but I’m on the other side of the planet now so we’ll see how the time difference effects things.*
*DARK!*
*I thought you were gone forever!*
*I'm so excited!*
*BAALZ*
*I don’t have time for forever. Moving just took up a lot of my time and my new job and time zone means that I won’t be on when I was before. What’s been going on? How are you man?*
*I’ve only been able to look through the first post but this was an absolute delight to read! If I have the time I might jump into it but I’m on the other side of the planet now so we’ll see how the time difference effects things.*
*DARK!*
*I thought you were gone forever!*
*I'm so excited!*
*BAALZ*
*I don’t have time for forever. Moving just took up a lot of my time and my new job and time zone means that I won’t be on when I was before. What’s been going on? How are you man?*
*I've missed you a lot. I'm doing good, working on getting a job, getting healthier, trying to understand myself better. Characters are a good way to do that. I made a potato skinwalker recently, and I'm eager to try them out.*
*Do you like this homage I made? It's not meant to replace the Autumn Country, more supplement it.*
*I’ve only been able to look through the first post but this was an absolute delight to read! If I have the time I might jump into it but I’m on the other side of the planet now so we’ll see how the time difference effects things.*
*DARK!*
*I thought you were gone forever!*
*I'm so excited!*
*BAALZ*
*I don’t have time for forever. Moving just took up a lot of my time and my new job and time zone means that I won’t be on when I was before. What’s been going on? How are you man?*
*I've missed you a lot. I'm doing good, working on getting a job, getting healthier, trying to understand myself better. Characters are a good way to do that. I made a potato skinwalker recently, and I'm eager to try them out.*
*Do you like this homage I made? It's not meant to replace the Autumn Country, more supplement it.*
*I’ve missed you too man. That’s great to hear that you’re working on those things. Writing like this is a great way to grow. That sounds like a fun character, I want to see them in action.*
*Dude this looks so stinking cool. I so desperately want to explore this world, it ties into the lore in some really interesting ways.*
*I’m thinking about making a character trapped in the body of a ghoul. He isn’t a ghoul, but he wears the flesh and bones and hunger.*
*I've missed you a lot. I'm doing good, working on getting a job, getting healthier, trying to understand myself better. Characters are a good way to do that. I made a potato skinwalker recently, and I'm eager to try them out.*
*Do you like this homage I made? It's not meant to replace the Autumn Country, more supplement it.*
*I’ve missed you too man. That’s great to hear that you’re working on those things. Writing like this is a great way to grow. That sounds like a fun character, I want to see them in action.*
*Dude this looks so stinking cool. I so desperately want to explore this world, it ties into the lore in some really interesting ways.*
*I’m thinking about making a character trapped in the body of a ghoul. He isn’t a ghoul, but he wears the flesh and bones and hunger.*
*A man wreathed in grief and stained with pain... perfect prey for the potato man! Muahahahaha!*
*I've missed you a lot. I'm doing good, working on getting a job, getting healthier, trying to understand myself better. Characters are a good way to do that. I made a potato skinwalker recently, and I'm eager to try them out.*
*Do you like this homage I made? It's not meant to replace the Autumn Country, more supplement it.*
*I’ve missed you too man. That’s great to hear that you’re working on those things. Writing like this is a great way to grow. That sounds like a fun character, I want to see them in action.*
*Dude this looks so stinking cool. I so desperately want to explore this world, it ties into the lore in some really interesting ways.*
*I’m thinking about making a character trapped in the body of a ghoul. He isn’t a ghoul, but he wears the flesh and bones and hunger.*
*A man wreathed in grief and stained with pain... perfect prey for the potato man! Muahahahaha!*
*Eh, he's chill. But yes. He is the fear of the Other, a subtype of xenophobia. He resembles a human, is nothing but an imperfect mimic as the term "skinwalker" implies. He's a corrupt spirit that feeds on fear and nutrients found in the soil.*
A trilling goes through halls of the castle, accompanied by the harsh sound of quick and heavy strokes of a broom. Dust kicks up, making it hard to see down the hall for a large stretch off it.
After a while, the sweeping stops, and in the dust, a faint figure is visible. A small kobold with an eager grin on her face, sharp teeth glinting in the dirty light
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Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mr. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
*Eh, he's chill. But yes. He is the fear of the Other, a subtype of xenophobia. He resembles a human, is nothing but an imperfect mimic as the term "skinwalker" implies. He's a corrupt spirit that feeds on fear and nutrients found in the soil.*
*Nice, I like the idea of feeding on fear through the soil. The tattie terror. If he's fear based maybe he could be involved in the Nightmare Shift.*
A trilling goes through halls of the castle, accompanied by the harsh sound of quick and heavy strokes of a broom. Dust kicks up, making it hard to see down the hall for a large stretch off it.
After a while, the sweeping stops, and in the dust, a faint figure is visible. A small kobold with an eager grin on her face, sharp teeth glinting in the dirty light
The tiles on the floor are being pushed up, as though something were slowly, steadily burrowing under the soil. A voice whispers a song beneath, surprisingly clear despite the thickness of the earth between them. "There's a place tucked away Full of color and play Where several houses are stood, Say 'Hi' to the neighborhood..."
A trilling goes through halls of the castle, accompanied by the harsh sound of quick and heavy strokes of a broom. Dust kicks up, making it hard to see down the hall for a large stretch off it.
After a while, the sweeping stops, and in the dust, a faint figure is visible. A small kobold with an eager grin on her face, sharp teeth glinting in the dirty light
The tiles on the floor are being pushed up, as though something were slowly, steadily burrowing under the soil. A voice whispers a song beneath, surprisingly clear despite the thickness of the earth between them. "There's a place tucked away Full of color and play Where several houses are stood, Say 'Hi' to the neighborhood..."
"Oh! Hiii, Neighborhood! Are you neighborhood?" The kobold approaches the voice, putting her ear to the floor
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Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mr. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
The tiles on the floor are being pushed up, as though something were slowly, steadily burrowing under the soil. A voice whispers a song beneath, surprisingly clear despite the thickness of the earth between them. "There's a place tucked away Full of color and play Where several houses are stood, Say 'Hi' to the neighborhood..."
"Oh! Hiii, Neighborhood! Are you neighborhood?" The kobold approaches the voice, putting her ear to the floor
The tiles shift out of the way, and a long, filthy arm reaches up out of the dirt. It pushes down on the destroyed flooring, forcing a man with wild hair and cracked glasses out of the soil. "No, my name is Dings. What's yours?" He looks human, but also... not. Just inhuman enough to be uncomfortable, not enough to look like a different species entirely. Not that a Kobold would likely understand what a human is supposed to look like.
The tiles on the floor are being pushed up, as though something were slowly, steadily burrowing under the soil. A voice whispers a song beneath, surprisingly clear despite the thickness of the earth between them. "There's a place tucked away Full of color and play Where several houses are stood, Say 'Hi' to the neighborhood..."
"Oh! Hiii, Neighborhood! Are you neighborhood?" The kobold approaches the voice, putting her ear to the floor
The tiles shift out of the way, and a long, filthy arm reaches up out of the dirt. It pushes down on the destroyed flooring, forcing a man with wild hair and cracked glasses out of the soil. "No, my name is Dings. What's yours?" He looks human, but also... not. Just inhuman enough to be uncomfortable, not enough to look like a different species entirely. Not that a Kobold would likely understand what a human is supposed to look like.
The kobold shifts backwards to accommodate the 'man' crawling out and sits on the floor, head tilted to look at the man, white fur still quite dusty
"Oh.. Hi, Dings. I'm Lily! it's nice to meet you. Why are you crawling out of the floor?"
Lily looks a bit like she wants to sweep Dings off, her broom inching closer and closer to them
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Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mr. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
The tiles shift out of the way, and a long, filthy arm reaches up out of the dirt. It pushes down on the destroyed flooring, forcing a man with wild hair and cracked glasses out of the soil. "No, my name is Dings. What's yours?" He looks human, but also... not. Just inhuman enough to be uncomfortable, not enough to look like a different species entirely. Not that a Kobold would likely understand what a human is supposed to look like.
The kobold shifts backwards to accommodate the 'man' crawling out and sits on the floor, head tilted to look at the man, white fur still quite dusty
"Oh.. Hi, Dings. I'm Lily! it's nice to meet you. Why are you crawling out of the floor?"
Lily looks a bit like she wants to sweep Dings off, her broom inching closer and closer to them
"Because I like it underneath the ground. The earth embraces me like a drowning man embraces air." He takes her broom and dusts himself off. He's still filthy. "Most people don't like me on principle."
The tiles shift out of the way, and a long, filthy arm reaches up out of the dirt. It pushes down on the destroyed flooring, forcing a man with wild hair and cracked glasses out of the soil. "No, my name is Dings. What's yours?" He looks human, but also... not. Just inhuman enough to be uncomfortable, not enough to look like a different species entirely. Not that a Kobold would likely understand what a human is supposed to look like.
The kobold shifts backwards to accommodate the 'man' crawling out and sits on the floor, head tilted to look at the man, white fur still quite dusty
"Oh.. Hi, Dings. I'm Lily! it's nice to meet you. Why are you crawling out of the floor?"
Lily looks a bit like she wants to sweep Dings off, her broom inching closer and closer to them
"Because I like it underneath the ground. The earth embraces me like a drowning man embraces air." He takes her broom and dusts himself off. He's still filthy. "Most people don't like me on principle."
"I was born in the dirt." She says affirmatively, nodding and letting go of the broom when he tries to take it.
"So, why'd you come out of the ground if you like it inside of it?"
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Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mr. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
"Because I like it underneath the ground. The earth embraces me like a drowning man embraces air." He takes her broom and dusts himself off. He's still filthy. "Most people don't like me on principle."
"I was born in the dirt." She says affirmatively, nodding and letting go of the broom when he tries to take it.
"So, why'd you come out of the ground if you like it inside of it?"
"Because it's polite to let people see you when you talk to them. Otherwise, they become afraid. Sometimes, they'll try and hurt me. I have to run away when that happens." He hands back the broom before falling to all fours and pushing the tiles back into place. "I was born in the dirt too. My mom told me that I'm made of dirt and fear. That's why people treat me like dirt, and why they look at me with fear. They can't help it."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
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Amrose immediately draws his scythe-spear (it’s basically a scythe with a spear head towards the end that can function as either one) and lights up his hand with a faint ethereal blue glow, thinking that anyone who cuts something up and talks about eating it would certainly not be far off from adding other things to their menu.
“Who are you? And just what is it that you’re doing?”
"I have advantage on dex saving throws what could go wrong?"
The dragonborn takes a deep breath. "Smell that? The neurotoxin... it denatures when it drops to room temperature." They slowly stand, adjusting their big, round glasses. They then wipe their wrist on their mask, smearing purple ichor over it. "I'm a chef, preparing for my next show. You can come and see it, if you're interested." They smile behind the bloody cloth.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
“No thanks. I’ll be on my way.” Ambrose walks swiftly away from the bloody creature further into the rotten heart in search of others. Maybe ghosts of the dead to learn more about what the world had been or what caused it to be the way it is.
"I have advantage on dex saving throws what could go wrong?"
*Howdy y’all, it’s been a minute.*
*I’ve only been able to look through the first post but this was an absolute delight to read! If I have the time I might jump into it but I’m on the other side of the planet now so we’ll see how the time difference effects things.*
*DARK!*
*I thought you were gone forever!*
*I'm so excited!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
*BAALZ*
*I don’t have time for forever. Moving just took up a lot of my time and my new job and time zone means that I won’t be on when I was before. What’s been going on? How are you man?*
*I've missed you a lot. I'm doing good, working on getting a job, getting healthier, trying to understand myself better. Characters are a good way to do that. I made a potato skinwalker recently, and I'm eager to try them out.*
*Do you like this homage I made? It's not meant to replace the Autumn Country, more supplement it.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
*I’ve missed you too man. That’s great to hear that you’re working on those things. Writing like this is a great way to grow. That sounds like a fun character, I want to see them in action.*
*Dude this looks so stinking cool. I so desperately want to explore this world, it ties into the lore in some really interesting ways.*
*I’m thinking about making a character trapped in the body of a ghoul. He isn’t a ghoul, but he wears the flesh and bones and hunger.*
*A man wreathed in grief and stained with pain... perfect prey for the potato man! Muahahahaha!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
*Good grief, the potato man sounds frightening!*
*Eh, he's chill. But yes. He is the fear of the Other, a subtype of xenophobia. He resembles a human, is nothing but an imperfect mimic as the term "skinwalker" implies. He's a corrupt spirit that feeds on fear and nutrients found in the soil.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
A trilling goes through halls of the castle, accompanied by the harsh sound of quick and heavy strokes of a broom. Dust kicks up, making it hard to see down the hall for a large stretch off it.
After a while, the sweeping stops, and in the dust, a faint figure is visible. A small kobold with an eager grin on her face, sharp teeth glinting in the dirty light
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mr. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
*Nice, I like the idea of feeding on fear through the soil. The tattie terror. If he's fear based maybe he could be involved in the Nightmare Shift.*
The tiles on the floor are being pushed up, as though something were slowly, steadily burrowing under the soil. A voice whispers a song beneath, surprisingly clear despite the thickness of the earth between them.
"There's a place tucked away
Full of color and play
Where several houses are stood,
Say 'Hi' to the neighborhood..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
"Oh! Hiii, Neighborhood! Are you neighborhood?"
The kobold approaches the voice, putting her ear to the floor
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mr. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
The tiles shift out of the way, and a long, filthy arm reaches up out of the dirt. It pushes down on the destroyed flooring, forcing a man with wild hair and cracked glasses out of the soil. "No, my name is Dings. What's yours?" He looks human, but also... not. Just inhuman enough to be uncomfortable, not enough to look like a different species entirely. Not that a Kobold would likely understand what a human is supposed to look like.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
The kobold shifts backwards to accommodate the 'man' crawling out and sits on the floor, head tilted to look at the man, white fur still quite dusty
"Oh.. Hi, Dings. I'm Lily! it's nice to meet you. Why are you crawling out of the floor?"
Lily looks a bit like she wants to sweep Dings off, her broom inching closer and closer to them
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mr. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
"Because I like it underneath the ground. The earth embraces me like a drowning man embraces air." He takes her broom and dusts himself off. He's still filthy. "Most people don't like me on principle."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!
"I was born in the dirt." She says affirmatively, nodding and letting go of the broom when he tries to take it.
"So, why'd you come out of the ground if you like it inside of it?"
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mr. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox
Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
"Because it's polite to let people see you when you talk to them. Otherwise, they become afraid. Sometimes, they'll try and hurt me. I have to run away when that happens." He hands back the broom before falling to all fours and pushing the tiles back into place. "I was born in the dirt too. My mom told me that I'm made of dirt and fear. That's why people treat me like dirt, and why they look at me with fear. They can't help it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Forever burdenless and terminally live!