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Current @Kaastellonos Really? I think he deserves to roast for his crimes against Dilophosaurus.
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@Kaastellonos Really? I think he deserves to roast for his crimes against Dilophosaurus.
4 mos ago
Is Discord down for anyone else?
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6 yrs ago
Well, the person who was supposed to be reviewing my request for full time and liked me just quit. New reviewer hates my guts. Gonna drop the disability nuke.
6 yrs ago
I don't know if we have any Lebanese members, but if we do, please know that my thoughts are with you right now.
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Phagora stood like a statue, her eyes flinty and dispassionate. When Alexina mentioned that the criminals had three choices, she slowly mulled them over in her mind. Not that there was actually any decision to be made. She'd never let her powers be bound, and dying was an obvious nonstarter.

"Alright, Alexina. I'll take this mission. Do whatever you want me to do, hunt whatever you want me to hunt. Just point me in the right direction and let me loose."
More and more hunters filed into the tavern, all of them looking ashen-faced. Either they'd passed through Goldencrest on their way here, or they'd heard about the tragedy. Either way, this place was going to be a hotbed of hunter activity until whoever had committed the atrocities was tied to a stake and ablaze.

Finishing her drink, the former- she was not fallen, that was a term reserved solely for denizens of Hell- angel looked at the gathering group. "Drinking away the pain is all well and good, but eventually, we're going to need to kill the bastards who did this. I say we get started sooner rather than later. Did anyone see anything that would help us learn who did this? Or a motive? It was a ritual, that much is clear, but what were they trying to accomplish?"
Rebecca looked at the assembled witches with pity for those who hadn't done the deed, and disgust for those who had. Oh, she could understand why an old, dying witch would rip the life force from a person to save her own life, even if she wouldn't condone it- truth be told, she'd briefly considered the act during her own illness, though the memory of such still shamed her. But just to give yourself a few extra years of youth and beauty? No, no. And now the hunters would be coming in force. These witches had brought the wrath of Hell down upon them all, and it would take all their skill and power to survive the coming storm.

Phagora sighed as Alexina went through her spiel. Yes, she'd been part of the ritual. Her blood desecrated the floor of the church and the holy relics. Yes, she'd eaten the priest's soul. But were they not witches? Did the circumstances of their birth not put them above the common rabble? Mortals needed to know their place. And that place was scraping and groveling at her feet. Besides, with a swift offering of blood and Hellfire, her father would be at her side- a foe even the mighty Alexina Broadchurch couldn't lightly dismiss. The Witch of the Wilds wouldn't dare kill her- would she?

Saen, meanwhile, was kicking herself- metaphorically, at least, since she didn't have feet. She was a witch, and mind magic was her stock in trade. She should have seen the plots forming in the thoughts of the renegades- the tension, the anticipation, the fear. Instead, Goldencrest would be a name spoken only in horror forevermore. "I could bite them, Alexina. It wouldn't be as ssslow a demise as they dessserve, but perhapsss they would know a measure of the pain their victims sssuffered before they passssed."

Kalisel walked into The Witch's Paradise, noting the startling inappropriateness of the tavern's name. She knew now what witches called paradise, and she'd vomited upon the sight. She'd seen murder before, as well as the torments suffered upon sinners in Hell, but this beat all sickening violence that had come before. "Bartender, your strongest drink, and a lot of it." He raised an eyebrow, but when she told him, "I was at Goldencrest," he nodded in understanding, then slid a copious quantity of whiskey over to her.
Okay, one last lore question: are angels/demons/spirits a thing in this universe?
Hmmm... would a storm witch who secretly practices blood magic be acceptable?









Hey there! It's the artist formerly known as Shagranoz! You and I both know that Rebecca, Phagora, and my other lovely lasses are back!
Pharmacy technician, and thank you for the enthusiasm.
I got a new job, and there's a decent chance I'll be able to move out of my parent's basement!
I am having severe trouble with this CS and will cede my reservation on a daughter of Hecate.

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