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  • #265262
    Outis-aka-nobody
    Outis-aka-nobody
    Participant

    “Don’t feel bad, then. Let us both just…forget for a time.” Grace mumbles into Duvall’s chest, not letting him go.

    //

    Celeste heard some ruckus going on. Not unusual, but she heard tell of someone being hurt, so she slowly worked her way over there.

    My characters are terrible, stupid, useless people.

    #265264
    Rumsztyk
    Rumsztyk
    Participant

    He took a measure of caution, picking up the leather sack through a rag. “Blackpowder… they searched you well, I see.” he grumbled, tossing it on the table right around where the cell keys were – place often used for holding prisoner’s belongings. As fates would have it, a pack lay there. George began rummaging through it, out of Leoman’s sight as the table was on the same side of the wall as the cells.

    “What’s the vial like, and what’s in it?”

    Spoiler

    George Steele
    HP 38/38
    Stress 20/100
    Gold 0

    Ibrahim bin Omer
    HP 19/19
    Stress 64/100
    Gold 0
    George's and Ibrahim's sheets

    Angelica
    HP 22/22
    Stress 20/100
    Gold 500

    Angelica's sheet

    Sister Maia
    HP 26/26
    Stress 25/100
    Gold 100

    Grom
    HP 23/23
    Stress 3/100
    Gold 0

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    #265267
    relishness oblivion
    relishness oblivion
    Participant

    “Aye, aye… that’s possible.”
    Duval hummed as he nuzzled his head against the top of Grace’s head, embracing her with the same tightness she did, a comforting hold, as if it were a father comforting her daughter.

    “You know, that was really sweet of you to apologise. Really warms my heart, truly!”
    Duval says quietly as he takes his head off for a moment, glancing down at Grace and combing her hair to part from her tender face.

    “It’s really cosy in this Abbey. Quiet… really… peaceful? I think thats the word. It’s just so nice here. The hum of prayer, and chime of choir. You’re making me too jealous, Grace.”
    Duval teased as he continued to stroke and comb her hair with tender, gloved hands.

    VanityPirate - "Banished to the elephant graveyard"

    Blood trail killer - "It's like a thumbs up but with Parkinson's tho."

    #265273
    black379
    black379
    Participant

    Courcy glowered at the woman as she stuck her arms out and waddled closer. As studied as the doctor was meant to be, the hellion regarded her regarded her as simple. Even so, the ginger eased into the inadequate attempt at a hug to hasten her own exit.
    “Fine, fine. I’ll let you discuss your… whatever it was.”
    She released Florence as quickly as she had embraced her, sighing and glancing between the beak mask and the man with the skull once again. Gleaning no hints about their topic of ‘magic’, she began to turn away. Planning in her head – through the door, out of the under-croft, the long abbey hallways, and finally to the exit – she was ready to escape the building.
    “Careful what you say. Wouldn’t want either of you losing your heads.”

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    The silver lining seldom lies in sight too plain to see
    But trust our story's end can bring redemption for the pain endured

    #265275
    Mr. Swagwalker
    Mr. Swagwalker
    Participant

    “I had been assigned to work on this man for the past four years, my friend. I know practically every nook and cranny in his troubled little noggin’.” Brenton replied proudly and raised his pointy chin slightly. “This man is one of my most priced accomplishments across my career. To mix and mash different ingredients to create new brews is very interesting in itself, but to transform a once brutish and insufferably verbal criminal into a quiet, worthless shell of a man…It’s quite a remarkable triumph, if I do say so myself.”

    Triumph. That’s what Brenton choses to call the result of ruining a man. A personal triumph. Such little regard he held for human lives, that he would describe his heinous handiwork as if he alone had discovered the cure to death itself.
    He was so proud of having destroyed the future of someone.

    Repulsive. Cruel. Evil. These were the thoughts that coursed through Edgar’s mind as he heard the vile commentary of the doctor.
    What hade made him like this: to be so lacking in respect for human decency? What had driven him to do what he had done?
    Brenton’s words did not just instill anger in Edgar – but also depression and pain. They reminded him of his time spent in the cells of the sanitarium.
    The four worst years of his life.
    Edgar could not stop himself from shivering and shedding a few tears in remembrance of those years – despite his best efforts to maintain himself. The suffering he had endured…It could only be bottled up for so long. He had to let some of it out.

    Brenton did not seem to notice the state of his chained subject. Wether from ignorance or lack of care was unknown.

    #265279
    Kidneykin
    Kidneykin
    Participant

    Leoman began crying, “Thank you. It’s a medium sized vial towards the bottom, the biggest one, light yellow color.”
    Leomans hands shook and he put his left hand on his head, coughing again, more blood coming out with the hunk of phlegm this time.
    He looked down, throwing the gunk from his hand to the floor.

    I’m out of my head
    Of my heart and my mind
    'Cause you can run but you can’t hide
    I’m gonna make you mine

    #265281
    Rumsztyk
    Rumsztyk
    Participant

    “I asked.” George moved, deliberately slowly, towards the cell. Keeping the vial just out of reach. “What’s in it?” His drunken voice grumbled. The glass was promptly emptied and tossed over his shoulder.

    Spoiler

    George Steele
    HP 38/38
    Stress 20/100
    Gold 0

    Ibrahim bin Omer
    HP 19/19
    Stress 64/100
    Gold 0
    George's and Ibrahim's sheets

    Angelica
    HP 22/22
    Stress 20/100
    Gold 500

    Angelica's sheet

    Sister Maia
    HP 26/26
    Stress 25/100
    Gold 100

    Grom
    HP 23/23
    Stress 3/100
    Gold 0

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    #265283
    Kidneykin
    Kidneykin
    Participant

    Leoman looked at George, his eyes unable to focus, squeezing them tight, he was in pain.

    With a rush of movement, Leoman yanked up his shirt.

    On the front of his chest, about 3 inches under his collarbone, sat a lump.

    About 4 inches in diameter, it sat under the skin and remained relatively not malformed or misshapen in any way. It looked as if a large egg had been placed under his skin.

    Leoman looked down, his eyes red and puffy from tears, “I don’t know! She gave it to me. She took my soul. She took it. And that she gave me that and that KEEPS ME ALIVE! That shrinks this fucking monster. This thing growing in my body.

    He heaved, and fell to his knees, letting the shirt drop again.

    Please.

    I’m out of my head
    Of my heart and my mind
    'Cause you can run but you can’t hide
    I’m gonna make you mine

    #265287
    Rumsztyk
    Rumsztyk
    Participant

    All the alcohol consumed by George that day was thrown up. And then some. Wiping his mouth in fear, he threw the vial at Leoman, carelessly. “F-fuckin’, what is this?!” he rapidly backs off, toppling the table and a few chairs. His back leans agains the door of his office. “H-hide it!”

    Gathering a lungful of air, George whistles like he’s never whistled before. On the same breath, he bellows. “GET ME THE SANITARIUM BOYS HERE! RIGHT THE FUCK NOW!”

    This shout seemed to have drained him of all the energy. Exhausted, he slit from the wall, landing hard on his bottom and looking at Leoman with true fear in his eyes.

    Spoiler

    George Steele
    HP 38/38
    Stress 20/100
    Gold 0

    Ibrahim bin Omer
    HP 19/19
    Stress 64/100
    Gold 0
    George's and Ibrahim's sheets

    Angelica
    HP 22/22
    Stress 20/100
    Gold 500

    Angelica's sheet

    Sister Maia
    HP 26/26
    Stress 25/100
    Gold 100

    Grom
    HP 23/23
    Stress 3/100
    Gold 0

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    #265289
    Kidneykin
    Kidneykin
    Participant

    Leoman’s eyes focused.

    In a burst of speed, Leoman caught the vial, uncorked it and took a draft of the drink.

    As he recorked it, the vial itself vibrated, and the same pale yellow fluid oozed from the cork into it, an everlasting enchantment.
    Leoman ran his eyes to George, eyes focused, locked with George’s.

    “I owe you my life, Warden.”

    With that, he held the vial close.
    “Please. Don’t let them cut me open. It’s bigger on the inside, and it’s tendrils grow deep.”

    Leoman’s tears ran down his face.
    “Don’t let them take this vial, don’t let me die. I don’t have li-”

    And with that, his eyes unfocused. And he screamed.

    “WRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

    He hit the ground, blood streamed from his mouth in globules.
    “It sleeps. It won’t kill me today.”

    I’m out of my head
    Of my heart and my mind
    'Cause you can run but you can’t hide
    I’m gonna make you mine

    #265291
    VanityPirate
    VanityPirate
    Participant

    Meriwether was situated in the adjacent room, his stout frame perched atop a stool with his ankles comfortably crossed as he enjoyed the small break he’d taken, to eat his ration of bread for the day.

    Then, he’d heard the bellow. He dropped his bread.

    He had a feeling he was not going to enjoy his break much longer.

    “W-warden?” The guardling rose with much urgency, his auburn curls bobbing as he drew his preemptively shortsword from its sheath. He wasted no time or effort in crossing the distance to George’s office, shoving the door open with haste, steeling himself for a jail-break.

    As it turns out, this was no jail-break at all: it seemed, to him, to be much more sinister, what with the puddle of vomit on the flagstones, or his superior sat up against a wall.

    The order from George was more than enough prompting for him to turn tail.

    Stars above!” Meriwether yelped, backpedaling through the door,

    “A-aye, George! Boss!” He gave a shaky salute as he beat a hasty retreat, out through the guild hall. In his boots with their shiny, new buckles, he ran at a beeline for the sanitarium, a white-knuckled grip on his sword.

    My characters-
    "I'd sneak into your burrito." --Bloodtrailkiller
    "you'll never quote me" --Relentless Oblivion

    Spoiler

    "All flesh fails, in the fullness of time."

    Tilly: Grave Robber
    HP: Healthy
    Stress: 30/100 [Neutral]
    Gold: 4585

    Florence Novel: Plague Doctor
    HP: Healthy
    Stress: 15/100 [Relaxed]
    Gold: 75

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    #265294
    Rumsztyk
    Rumsztyk
    Participant

    “You owe me bloody nothing. Nothing, you hear?!” He growled, his relaxed face was now furious, red on his cheeks. One nasty look was thrown Merriweather’s way, the kind of look that implied ‘fuck off and do your job’.

    “T-this thing is… not in the jail. You ain’t staying here. You hear me?!” He crawled himself back upwards with the back against the wall. His hand was placed menacingly on the sword’s pommel, shaking. “Keep… it under control. They’ll take you to the sanitarium.” His throat bulged as he gulped the excess saliva. “They have good doctors.”

    He yearned for a drink right now. But, he could not force his legs to move away, or his head to turn. His eyes were fixed on the threat that was Leoman.

    Spoiler

    George Steele
    HP 38/38
    Stress 20/100
    Gold 0

    Ibrahim bin Omer
    HP 19/19
    Stress 64/100
    Gold 0
    George's and Ibrahim's sheets

    Angelica
    HP 22/22
    Stress 20/100
    Gold 500

    Angelica's sheet

    Sister Maia
    HP 26/26
    Stress 25/100
    Gold 100

    Grom
    HP 23/23
    Stress 3/100
    Gold 0

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    #265296
    Bloodtrailkiller
    Bloodtrailkiller
    Participant

    /Cross/

    There was ‘aught to do, as he fidgeted over a pristine, leather-bound packet of notes. A ‘G’ rightfully embossed upon its surface; he held it loosely in his hands, a thong holding it fast and tight about his wrist. As always, he was stooped over his cane; clutching the raven’s skull with some frightful intensity, as he seemed to sway into the lobby of the Sanitarium like a leshen of myth. His cloak was cut at his braced ankles, though the rat’s tails tied inside slid like so many whispering feet, along the cobblestones of the dark hospis.

    It was about the time he was getting uncomfortable glances from the desk-clerk that a man seemed to readily burst into the lobby of the Sanitarium, his head bobbing up and down, before leaning forward like his corvine visage was like to do. With a few eager and shaky steps; he meandered over to the youth. Spying the familiar colors of the Estate Guard, he clucked his tongue in curiosity as he gave a little excited shudder that all but emphasized the countless swaying rats hidden inside.

    “Mmmm; you do not seem… wounded, esteemed Guard. What is the issue? A cobbler struck his thumb, carpenter perhaps? Training gone wrong?” He asked in a whispery tone, chuckling lightly as he approached, he brought his hands to clasp firmly about the cane’s head as he stood ‘aught but a few meters away from the man. Using the combined support of his arms to stand at his full, stalking height; his mask twitched to one side as he looked up and past Meriwether.
    “Mmmperplexing…” He grumbled, seemingly frustrated that he couldn’t guess just what the man needed.

    "Sometimes there are a lot of words..."
    "Half the people don't make it to gravy."
    -Vanitypirate
    "'Twas not by fire, but was forged in flame
    That can drown the sorrows of a huntsman's pain" - The Devil and The Huntsman
    "I've got an intelligence of six, please, I got this." - Grog

    #265298
    Arbiter
    Arbiter
    Participant

    Another day in service to the townsfolk, another day spent in penance for her sins. Maria was one of her rare breaks, watching the people passing by, sighing. Getting used to her life as nothing more than a healer and a nurse was hard; mixing up holy miracles and scientific remedies earned her nothing more than contempt from her colleagues in the Sanitarium. She stood out among them; instead of wearing the clothing of a nurse or a doctor, she was still clad in the white and crimson robes of her order, the flower of lys sitting proudly onto her dirty robes. Under all of this religious clothing, however, her sharp needles, syringes and vials were still very much present, reminding her with each step that she was not a nurse, and would never be on. She was a young woman robbed of her childhood by the convent, destined to serve a greater purpose – and yet, she had failed to save Baignard.
    Closing her eyes, she brought the cup of tea to her lips, the hot liquid’s taste comforting her ever-so-slightly; as long as she could feel, she would be alright. This mantra, she repeated every morning, hoping to remain whole through this journey into the darkest of places.

    Shaking her head lightly, she took one last sip, before setting the cup down next to her, frowning as she saw a visibly distressed guard entering the morbid building. Having nothing better to do, she stood up and went to walk toward him – only to have Doctor Cross of all people reach the young man first. She pinched her nose in distaste at the sight of the man she did her best to avoid. The sight of him was appalling, and she was having a hard time reminding herself she was supposed to respect him as her elder. Eager to free the poor man of the conversation with the doctor, she walked toward the both of them, putting her hood back in place as she did, her short, white hair much more immaculate than her clothes, who were stained with dried blood and marked by the passage of time.
    “Hello”, she said with a small, polite small. “What is it you need, sir?”

    "Were it so easy..."

    #265300
    Outis-aka-nobody
    Outis-aka-nobody
    Participant

    “I offered you my bed. It might not be good to let you wander around in your state.” Grace says, gently pulling Duvall back toward her room.

    My characters are terrible, stupid, useless people.

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