Lucky

Nightland

I'm really sorry for the silence, guys. I wasn't kidding about the work keeping me busy lol

Only had the chances to come online to check notifications and a diddy with a casual RP post. Not sure I'll have the time to read all the IC posts, though, and it would be appreciated if someone could catch me up. Bernard seems to be escorted after the events of it all, anything else I need to know?

Deadlands: Tales o' the Weird West

I like the setting! You have my tentative interest.

Slay the Spire

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"Child? Why, I oughta--" Cane swinging from her shoulder to point at the other masked one, she stops. Her stance and stature certainly suggest younger life, and she pauses as she realizes that she may, in fact, be younger than everyone present. The men, once they stand, are taller than she and her voice even reflects that to a degree. She freezes in place as if she is a fencer is caught in the middle of a still life paint commission. The cogs of her mindscape feel jammed until there is a click and she is caught up to the present.

"Yeah, yeah, I speak your language _{too simple not to}. But enough about me!" She waltzes up to the beaked one and hunches over slightly, looking around at the others in the room with a suspicious tone. For many, she would definitely be invading personal space as she scoots closer to the robed person. "So! Who are you? Who are they? Where are we? And what is that aroma coming from you? It's intoxicating." Holding the cane to her chest now, she takes a deep breath.

"Can I help you with something? Can I help them with something?" She raises her voice toward the end and shoots an arm up, waving her cane around above the two of their heads. "Hey! Everybody doing okay?!"

Slay the Spire

Sorry, got busy. I'll post soon!

Nightland

I'm sorry guys, my creative juice seems to have run real low and has left nothing behind but spitback. Felt nothing but tired the past few days.

Also I usually do my writing at work but now it's the busiest time of year for us, so it's harder to squeeze something in. I'm not leaving just yet, though.

Slay the Spire

@Whoami Are we good to keep going or should we do like complete "rounds" with the DM?

Slay the Spire

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An unceremonious pile of weathered, thick wrappings and a purple hide cloak shift into a recognizably humanoid silhouette. Plum-dyed leather gloves finger the frigid, dusty stone ground beneath her as a similarly-wrapped devilish tail flicks at her heels. As she recollects having a corporeal form she pushes her body up from the floor. For a moment, she considers how consciousness doesn't agree with her, thinking on how well she could have fared in the nightmarish subreality versus this empty place.

"Ik feln'ger nora ren. Nivirra ren giv lokka ik." Mumbling and leaning on her side now, the lined hood drifting down her four horns to their fitted place and a mask coalescing to reveal only the covered jaw, presumably for eating and speaking. Her eyes from beneath the mask scan the area, taking in the various figures around her and their belongings. The thought of looting them crossed her mind, but it turns out each of them have survived the same ordeal she just went through. She may be a bit of an opportunist, but a thief she isn't. As if reminded once again she has a physical body, her right hand instinctively reaches to her hip, expecting something to be there but it's empty. She laments the mysteriously vacant spot.

Rather than whatever she subconsciously expected, she is pleasantly surprised to feel the weight of something foreign hanging from her neck. Her face drops downward, nearly pressing her chin to her chest as she attempts to look at the object before finally reaching up and taking the thing into her fingers. A whistle, one that is such a dark blue it reminds her of... a different place. A place uncontained and endless. The very thought relaxes her as she fondles the whistle, simple in its design except for a talon shape etched into its left side. Holding the whistle to her neck is what looks to be a chain of tarnished silver, each link so intricately small yet masterfully crafted it could easily send her into a rabbit hole of wonder.

Instead, she turns her attention to a nearby cane that is unnaturally and crookedly standing on its end as if held by some invisible person. It has no lateral handle but a platinum cap and a rounded platinum tip, with the shaft some type of varnished black wood. She reaches out and grabs it by the handle, the grasp both familiar and comfortable to her, and at this point stands with no strained effort. The way she moves now is clear that she doesn't need the cane to walk, and in fact tosses it gently so she could grab it by its center. She again inspects the space around her, waiting for another to meet her.

"Faer wik lirikk aer'ganan! Nivirra ren giv lokka ren nirak?" A hand falls to her hip and the cane is raised over her shoulder, a stance that is more curious rather than impatient with the tilting of her head.

Nightland

I might write something up in the next day or two.

Slay the Spire

@Whoami Okay.

@Dark Cloud

Slay the Spire

@Whoami Read my mind as I was just thinking about this.