[PQ] welcome home, son
Shrine building PQ!
 
Priestess
Age: 29 | Height: 4'11 | Race: Ancient | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds | Level: —
STR: 30 - DEX: 30 - END: 30 - LUCK: 30 - ARC: - INT: - HP: 0 - BASE ROLL: 60
Played by: Odd
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MP: 6559

#15
i can make the badguys good for a weekend
"My hair care routine, you mean?" Charlie suggests before combing her fingers through her luscious blonde curls and bouncing her eyebrows toward the Maverick.

As for free design time, the priestess pauses, unexpectedly at a loss for what else she might like to add to the space. Glancing around, she watches as Asta begins to fit together the 'rungs' of his chime before she's distracted by the heat of Danta's flames. Flicking her tail back and forth, as she watches the shadowy marks reveal themselves, inspiration strikes and Charlie darts! toward one of the walls.

Using one of the tools Asta had previously provided, the priestess begins to carve the names of all the ancients in the Grounds onto the stone. Though she makes an attempt at keeping her cursive elegant looking, it does get a bit rough in virtue of it being chisled in. When this is done she darts! to grab a few discarded candles, returning back to the wall where she rubs the wax over the names, sealing them in various shades of white.
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Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
 the Butcher
Dusklight Security
Age: 42 | Height: 6'5 | Race: Demi-god | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds | Level: 1
STR: 37 - DEX: 32 - END: 30 - LUCK: 37 - ARC: 88 - INT: - HP: 30 - BASE ROLL: 69
SICARIUS - Mythical - Bone Dragon (Black Fire Breath)
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#16
// i am the righteous hand of god //
Listening to the two go over Charlie’s, ahem, skills, the butcher finds himself chuckling as he puts together his windchimes to hear their priestess’ response. Continuing to work on the chimes and hang them, he takes a moment to admire the thought behind Danta’s smoky addition to the walls, enjoying the spark of chaos the charred black smoke added to the otherwise relatively plain walls.

Then, his dark gaze drifts toward Charlie’s creation and seeing his name etched into the stone alongside the other Ancient’s of the Grounds, he can’t help but to feel a touch nostalgic — reminded of their names etched long before on the Obsidian Cathedral amongst the pews.

Beautiful work, you two. What do you say we celebrate?” Here his grin turns a touch sharper. “Who wants to go hunting?” Imagining no one would oppose, the butcher intends on celebrating with blood and chaos, whether it be human or animal (he’s in that good of a mood.)’



MWAH TYYY :D shrine is doneeee!

— FIN
Astaroth
// i am the devil that you forgot //

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