((Introducing a second character as well as location markers. I guess nobody needs to use location markers since they're just with Char, but when we spread out in the future they will be necessary and therefore mandatory. And your post was fine, Aer. But there is a lot going on. No more characters to the tavern group, please. XD Not sure what to do about Dazzled, but we need to move on. She can catch up later. Maybe defending the witch?
Oh Carol the evil alien overlord. I will not be using him to godmode. He is probably going to end up being more comic relief than an actual scary villain.
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Char: ~Tavern - Graveyard, Witch's Tower, Spiral's Edge~
Char stared down at the picture of herself, utterly confused. Then her fingers tightened on the paper, until she realized that she had accidentally torn the parchment. The emotion responsible was anger and jealousy.
This man must also be writing a book!
She nodded to Lachdonon. "Thank you, but you know, you don't have to put on a shirt if you don't want to. It's hot outside tonight. Don't just do what
he says." She pointed to the retreating back of the strange man with the pictures. "We'll see who writes a better book, eh?"
To Wrath she said, "I had not considered using the unicorn as food, but that is a possibility as well. In any case, she seems not to be around. But hopefully she understood my offer and we will meet up later."
Then there was another man - this one named Corinthio, someone who apparently wanted revenge from the witch. Hopefully this raw emotion would make him a useful ally in battle. "We are all glad to help you. Our party was just leaving now to slay the witch."
She was good to her word. It was then that they left the inn, heading towards the graveyard and the witch's tower. When she finally caught up to the strange man with the parchment pictures, she stared at him sullenly for a good two minutes. Then she said: "You know, your book would never sell as well as mine. People are not interested in silly pictures. People are interested in
plants. My botany book will be a bestseller; I already have a publisher lined up and everything." She didn't, but that was besides the point. "I will not bar you from coming, especially because the help of your pet giant is needed in defeating the witch, but I
will have you know that when this is all done I will happily defeat you in sales."
That challenge made, she realized that they had reached the haunted graveyard. She knew this because a rotting skeleton was running straight at her, rusted sword raised. Char seized the opportunity to vent her frustration and slammed her palm onto the ground. A series of roots came out from under the skeleton, enveloping him in a leafy bear hug. In a matter of minutes, an oak tree stood where the skeleton had been. The dead swordsman might have still clung to some form of 'life' but could no longer move and therefore no longer posed a threat.
Char looked around. Then she took out her journal and wrote,
The adventurers were surrounded by an army of the walking dead that was at least a hundred strong.
Carol: ~Entrance, Witch's Tower, Spiral's Edge~
Carol's real name did not exist in the language that either the witch or the prince spoke. When he came to this planet, he had been given a code name that would help him fit seamlessly into the society. Statistics showed that Carol was a popular spoken name, so he took that one. There was a ring to it that he quite liked. And he liked the planet too. Liked it so much that he wanted to conquer it, rule it, own it - that was why he had come there in the first place.
The interplanetary information bureau said that the most powerful creature on the planet lurked in this castle. Be that as it may, Carol had met the witch and she was nothing special. She wouldn't last a day among the gladiators of his home planet. But the analysis sources for his home planet were infamously inept (hence his name, which he still didn't realize was neither bloodthirsty or even male).
Even if the witch was not the most powerful creature on the planet, Carol had a feeling that if he stayed here for a little while some interesting events may happen. And he always followed his instincts. They hadn't helped him win the last five of the six planets that he tried to conquer, but there was also a first time for everything.
I shouldn't sell myself short. I'm not nearly as talented a planet conquerer as my older sisters, but I am
the evil overlord for at least one planet. That's a start.
As long as he killed any intruders, the witch gave him food (bad) and bedding (rough). So Carol the evil overlord stood at the entrance of the witch's tower, awaiting any future foolish warriors that dared to challenge him.
Even without the dark and disturbing scenery of the witch's tower and graveyard, passerby would probably notice that there was something...off...about the man. His light blonde hair, almost see-through pale skin, and red eyes lent more to the appearance of an albino mouse or ghost rather than an actual human male. "I hope someone comes," said Carol, yawning and spinning his sword in lazy arcs, "because today is really boring. If something doesn't happen soon, I may have to pick a different location to conquer the world."