raza
I literally can’t remember this kind of shit happening before.
Mist? Yes. Weird weather is normal.
Screaming? Who the fuck is torturing Mort's souls? After a moment, I actually think they might be remnants of the Monsters from the Hollowed Grounds, once I hear 'em, but then - then there’s a certain voice, and I know it can’t be the from the Grounds. Can it? Pa never went there.
It’s unsettlin’, sending a cold shiver down my spine as I grab what meager weapons I have (and what can knives do against spirits? Nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing.), that silly glow rock, her cloud manta choker. The magic bag wrapped up tight - who knows, who knows, who knows?
But this is my home and I’ll be damned if I ain’t gonna defend it. I rush against the tide of milling people, down to the coast, down to the half-ruined Hanged Man. There’s a small group of recognizeable people, an’ I spot the back’a Zeph’s head. “Zeph!” I call, trotting up behind him. “I heard Pa,” I say with a dark tone, brow furrowed, a glace spared to the big man with the unicorn. “You hear…?” El?
Gods, how I wish I’d heard her instead.
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Raza finds Zeph and Deimos and brings:
Type: Grey
Glowing rock | A pretty green rock. It glows.
Type: Grey
Be-gone Bag (Upgraded) | A large sturdy canvas bag, roughly 6ft tall when closed. At Raza's mental command the bag becomes invisible and completely sound proof. Made by Remi
Mist? Yes. Weird weather is normal.
Screaming? Who the fuck is torturing Mort's souls? After a moment, I actually think they might be remnants of the Monsters from the Hollowed Grounds, once I hear 'em, but then - then there’s a certain voice, and I know it can’t be the from the Grounds. Can it? Pa never went there.
It’s unsettlin’, sending a cold shiver down my spine as I grab what meager weapons I have (and what can knives do against spirits? Nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing.), that silly glow rock, her cloud manta choker. The magic bag wrapped up tight - who knows, who knows, who knows?
But this is my home and I’ll be damned if I ain’t gonna defend it. I rush against the tide of milling people, down to the coast, down to the half-ruined Hanged Man. There’s a small group of recognizeable people, an’ I spot the back’a Zeph’s head. “Zeph!” I call, trotting up behind him. “I heard Pa,” I say with a dark tone, brow furrowed, a glace spared to the big man with the unicorn. “You hear…?” El?
Gods, how I wish I’d heard her instead.
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Raza finds Zeph and Deimos and brings:
Type: Grey
Glowing rock | A pretty green rock. It glows.
Type: Grey
Be-gone Bag (Upgraded) | A large sturdy canvas bag, roughly 6ft tall when closed. At Raza's mental command the bag becomes invisible and completely sound proof. Made by Remi
