SepticGentleman

Undiscovery

Working on some more character drawings. Here's a WIP Vigil: i.imgur.com/YszRfed.jpg

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I feel so bad for the poor tavern's owner. You people sure do love your collateral damage, don't you? Speaking of, how come the place isn't on fire from when Ben breathed a fire jew all over the place?

@Empour

*claps hands*

Magic.

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Yeah, no hoodies or lighters. Small things, but it's still a fantasy-intended game.

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Coastal Vigils

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An hour of question came about as to what action should be taken against the two mages that had entered the Continent, and already pilfered some of its treasures. Not yet did these two pose a threat to the lives of any native inhabitants, but the chances of that changing were terribly great given their intentions.

A cautious command filled the air, audible only to the Vigils. Find the mages, and mark them. If they left immediately, then they would endanger little. If they stayed, then they would be dealt with in time.

Two Vigils answered the command. And they made for their charges' encampment with haste.

@Empour

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Theresa ot an Bol'hjar

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Theresa turned her attention towards Ben as he waved her over. Seemed in the short time she was in that shanty little bar, he'd already gone and collected a fair number of things. Memory didn't tell her that he had any considerable amount of money but. She made a note not to ask about it.

She walked over and stood before the saurian. "There you are." She said, thinking up what to say next. Telling him about what the old man from before had said seemed most appropriate. But maybe not here, in the midst of town.

"We... need to talk about something. Let's-"

She was interrupted by the ruckus taking place at the nearby tavern, around the corner. The duo both turned their heads, hearing the sound of forceful impacts and men reacting to them. Both all too familiar sounds.

"The hell was that?" She asked Ben, indirectly.

@UrbanEvolution

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Jolly Gutters

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Gutters backed away from the blast of fire Saaria had left him, just barely catching his feet, but spitting flames at those nearby who quickly padded themselves down.

The Cleaver-Men shook their heads as the purple dust enveloped them. Some of them sneezed, or coughed. A good number of them closest to the patch of sweets turned towards it, and began to stumble in its direction.

Gutters merely wiped his nose, shaking off the effect. He turned towards his men as they stumbled and called out, "Hey!"

They didn't listen, and continued towards the sweets.

"HEY."

Again, no response. Gutters grit his teeth as he reached into his coat pocket, and out came an old, little bell. He raised it into the air and rung it feverishly. The Cleaver-Men all immediately stopped, many of them keeling over. The same veins full of the black fluid on Gutters' body quickly appeared on all of theirs. Eyes became more swollen, teeth clenched tighter. Many began to vomit onto the ground, leaving puddles of inky tar, full of writhing chunks of what seemed to be... worms. Centipedes.

Gutters himself reeled back a bit, but managed to keep himself from vomiting. After a few moments, the Cleaver-Men all turned their attention back towards Gutters, who in turned looked up at Cia.

And he smiled.

And he laughed.

And others began to laugh a bit as well, while the rest of them were still flexing their jaws, picking bits of bugs out of their mouths. Gutters stymied his laughter a bit as he put the bell away, turning and beginning to walk further from the scene.

"W҉è h͜͏un̶̢t̕͢.͞"

The two words sounded from his mouth in a breathy, sinister tone. As though they were smoke escaping between his teeth.

The Cleaver-Men followed Gutters out of the ruined town, all of them forgetting Cia was even there.

@Cuccoruler

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Gerald Pithers

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Gerald paused for a moment as he processed everything that had just occurred. "WELL..." He said in reply to Saaria, "SUPPOSE IT'S WHAT THIS ONE'S LOIKE, ANYWAY."

He got back up on his bony feet, and Saaria stood up in turn. "ALSO SUPPOSE INEBRIATION'S NO LONGAH ON ME LIST A... POSSIBLE FESTIVITIES... NOT VERY 'APPY 'BOUT THAT EITHAH..."

A moment of silence passed between them.

"AH, WELL." Gerald said, suddenly perking right back up, "NAH SENSE DREADIN' A MOINAH INCONVENIENCE. OI DUN NEED THE DRINK TEH 'AVE A GOOD TOIME. BUT THIS EHHH, 'MARK' THEM DOGGISH BRIGANDS MENTIONED..." He felt the mark on his skull curiously. "DUN SEEM TAH BE DOIN' ME ANY FAVAHS. MAYHAPS WE FIT THE GOAL A SEEIN' IT REMOVED ON AH ETHEREAL AGENDA. WE CAN GET A HEAD STAHT TOWAHDS THE NEAREST EHHH, CIVILOIZED COMMUNITY, ASK 'BOUT HOW TAH GO 'BOUT THAT. OI'M SURE FAIRY-RICHARD CAN CATCH UP TO US SOMEHOW."

Gerald turned away and began wandering through the forest once again.

"AND YOU'RE RICHARD, NOT ME." He called out, "OI'M GERALD, YA SILLY JUNGLE BEAST."

@luclovers

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Jolly Gutters, Gerald Pithers

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Gutters stretched out his hands and grew an inquisitive look on his face. "Don't you know... the Continent's Curse?" He asked, sounding genuine this time.

"These lands of the lost? Ye forlorn, forgotten... fragments of history? Any of it?" He asked, "You two must be... very detached, from the rest of us..."

That crooked smile etched itself on Gutters' face again as he continued, "Any foreigners... who bear the mark of the Vigils... they're a threat to everyone they meet. You, us... they try to leave, and we may just... disappear..." He drew a long, rusting, serrated knife from within his coat, and held it forward.

"Maybe the dead man's smart enough not to leave, but... we Cleaver-Men don't take chances..."

He stepped forward, and several of his men followed. "Now hand him over..." He said, "So we can grind him into dust..."

Gerald backed away further. "IF, EH, OITHAH YOU RICHARDS CAN VACATE US FROM THIS EMCOUNTAH..." He said motioning towards Cia on his head and Saaria in front of him, "WOULD BE GREATLY APPRECIATED..."

@Cuccoruler
@luclovers

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Heyo, hope you guys don't mind me butting in. Haven't done a roleplay in a long while and this caught my interest. :D

@Azereiah

Yeah, sure, come on in, take a seat.

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@Empour, I gotta say, I'm impressed. Three posts in and you're already plotting a slaving operation. I love it.

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Aardvale Cleaver-Men

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The Cleaver-Men ignored Cia entirely. With their weapons drawn, they crept closer towards the trio, some of them barking like dogs, ravenous.

"HOLD IT, BOYS."

They all stopped and turned their heads. Behind the crowd, which split in two, walked up a towering, gangly man. Black, formal attire that had become tattered and stained. A black hat with a wide brim. Dark, unkempt hair, with a hefty beard. Pale skin, with veins pumping a dark fluid all along his hands and face. A toothy grin and one blank, glassy eye completed his ensemble.

"JUST... hold it." He said, with quite a few breaths in between his words, "What... have I TOLD you boys... about practicing your... your manners?" He gazed around at the Cleaver-Men surrounding him, then turned his gaze towards Gerald, Saaria, and Cia. "Which... which one of you's got the..."

He raised his finger at them before settling its direction on Gerald's skull. "Ah!" He said, smiling, "Yeah, you... the dead man walking..." He lowered his finger and turned his attention towards the women.

"I... apologize for the boys' behavior..." He said, half-heartedly, "The name's uh, Jolly Gutters... and these are my fellow Cleaver-Men. See, we don't... get a lot of visitors... and we make short work of... of the marked ones, so... here's the deal. You... hand him over..."

He pointed towards Gerald once again.

"And you two girls can walk away... untouched. After all... natives gotta, look out for each other, yeah? Yeah... I can just tell you two are from 'round here... just like us... whaddya say?"

The Cleaver-Men stood poised, awaiting action from the trio.

And for once, Gerald was silent.

@Cuccoruler
@luclovers

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@Empour The Vigils only set out to mark visitors who have come into contact with native beings of the Continent. So for now, your duo's fine. But they'll get theirs soon enough. And I'll leave it up to you where exactly they get their marks.

Anyway, that's it for me for now. See you all after Christmas.