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I mean if it works as a method to stop bleeding in one way, it works for others.
4 mos ago
As a Necromancer who plans better than dark Lords with no nose. I will just respawn. I edited my tag to essential in Skyrim exe.
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4 mos ago
As a necromancer. I cannot claim to have brought JFK Back, but im off to buy a brand new gothic castle next week with a cursed ominously glowing clock that tolls dramatically.
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5 mos ago
Start your own cult and buy discount choclate in 2 days
Daphne was waiting and stood to get a drink letting her swords fit tighter to her, so as to not bump into everyone. She stood and made her way forward by virtue of being armed, a guard and tall enough to look over heads of smaller people.
The crowds were busy, after a long time indoors the sight of free food, hot food and hot drinks were very much a great lure to people. Even with the cold weather people gathered freely about the large fires and she wondered when they would have to take charge of the crowds.
They were there and ready, but waited as trouble did not start yet. “Thanks. shout if they get too pushy, at least one of us about even if we are not fully armoured” She said to the vendor serving hot food and drink to them. Taking her own hot stew Daphne sighed as she sipped its delicious and welcome warmth. “Everyone… calm down, plenty of food for ya, ease up folks. The Prince will feed all of you, no need to rush the stalls.” She called out the crowd to gain more control of the masses.
A noise next to her, Daphne noticed someone pushing closer to her and it was a red headed woman, a certain woman who she had helped out the week before about the blizzard. “The guards and Prince set this up. If you want ale we can try the Inn, it seems they are opening up and getting tables out. In Lunaris it's just another day.” She took advantage of her height and made a path for them out of the worst of the crowd to see where someone was dragging a barrel out and setting up a bench in the inn's overhang shelter out of the weather as best they could be.
Handing her some hot food first, a thick stew that looked a little basic but filling and hot, Daphne was trying to show that the royal guard was not just a blunt hammer to beat down things, it was trying to help… they just had very very little time to do so in recent times.
A … was that a tail? A snake? Daphne had seen blightborn here and the sight no longer really shocked her as much in dawn haven… then a single eye… that was.. she had no idea and honestly maybe it was better to be the one who did not know. A good idea honestly when you had this many problems in town and society. There were so many blightborn that one with a snake's tail was sadly a non-event.
Shaking her head she let her hair fly and bounce on her back, no real feeling through the thick leather. “Are you serving yet or indoors?” Daphne asked before turning to Fiona and gave her a small smile, showing she was under her uniform, a woman in her early 20's. “Daphne, I'm Daphne Athenus, tried to knock the peacock out and met Lord and Lady Coswain? Hector is the grumpy one with a beard but he help you if you ever need a repair. Not be pretty but be solid work.
Shame you knock some sense into themann, though that's not official. I must warn you about trouble or something.” Daphne said with a grin, she did not really comment on the innkeeper, blightborn or not. It seemed rude in earshot and she could kick them into the cold which would not be ideal. diplomacy demanded they be cautious.
“Few minutes ladies, we just needed to pull a barrel up and we got ale, maybe some wines, and a little of our new product sample.” someone who worked at the Inn said, glancing over to Sya before curious before turning back to them. “Shine of Selene. Potent stuff if the mistress is happy, and the bakery is opening up a run of samples on new products” They said as a noise of a barrel being dragged up came from inside the now expanded Inn.
Sya gave a nod of agreement and slithered past to talk with Becky who was talking excitedly about some kind of new recipe and both seemed to be in agreement making a rather quick decision. The Innkeeper despite her changes however still looked slight compared to the rather female and curvy Baker who seemed to be like a happy child given free reign of the kitchens.
Sya fell ill, her heat built up, a fever took her quickly and the woman passed out in her rooms, Sya's head began to hurt, her vision blurred, mixing between reds and the greyish blues. Everything spun and began to lose all balance and sense of her environment. Soon as she staggered into her floor, soon as the door was closed it got even worse, Sya was out of it and utterly beyond calling for help. She made a feeble call for aid but she was alone … no one had needed to come up here, this was her personal home.
The blizzard would make everyone too busy…too caught up on survival as Sya wondered if she was dying…again…
The dreams where insane, everything floated into a fog And Sya had no idea what was happening, everything was floating, her body felt like it was changing but her mine had no idea, she could not wake and her brain moved through Dream, nightmares, stories and rather pleasant memories of spending time with an handsome farm boy then muscular man in the stables hay loft. one who fell too young and unable to deepen their relations into something more serious.
her Mind floated and she knew not how long time passed or how, minutes, days.or weeks she had no idea … Sya would not wake for days as it turned out.
…
Sya woke up feeling like half her body got beat up by Ivor, her head felt like she drank a barrel of Shine and felt something natural, wrong… deeply wrong, she felt things that should not be reached, Sya was 5’1 and she could feel the wall despite being what seemed to be its centre. Her vision Still hurt and kept her eye closed. Her lower body felt unclothed, or wrong but she felt her top covered.
Her hands, her legs though…we're not felt. Something moved and something responded to her thought, she felt the wall again and cool stone that made up a fireplace against the wall..Sya rarely used it to anything but a small amount of light or minor enjoyment of the crackling flames.
She felt…scales and smooth muscle reach down and panicked, a Book hit the floor and opened her eye, but could not see and closed it again quickly. Too bright.. curling up she felt self contact, her body moved and she self smooth scales and toned muscles.
Sya tried to calm her mind as she hyperventilated, cried and quietly sobbed as she fainted and everything went black again. She hid In the nothingness and stayed under, refusing to wake up.
The shock took time to wear off and Sya was some hours later before she fully rose back to consciousness, her eye slowly cracked open and she began to be able to force the red into the background and concentrate on the blue. the blue… The blue… slowly the world phased Into reality as she managed to shit Into her night vision. If she concentrated on the red that came, the world came into colours and human activity after glowed Into yellows and brighter tones. Was that…. Heat? energy?
Forcing her head to the alien state her legs were in, Sya saw a long snake like tail, wide as her waist then tampering down to a tip, the skirt was a ruin along with her boots. Smooth scales ran and layered down her .. leg.. tail.. limb.. and she consciously tried to move it and it flexed with her command. She gave an experimental move and pulled herself in closer, reaching out nervously to run a hand over it. It was solid, real and not some crazy vision. she could feel her hand against the flesh, the cool scales flexed under her fingers and moved at her own command. Left, right, up, down… the tip brushed and she felt it tickle against a brush a little.
Sya could not help a small smile when something tickled and released oddly comforting she was still ticklish and one thing least had not changed. Still she was stuck… Sya was stuck, unable to stand, unsure how to stand, unsure how to move… she found she was somewhat heavier than a prior slight form as she pulled self and used her limited motion she gained to climb onto her bed and curled up layering her tail over itself feeling oddly instinctual, comfortable, safe, as Sya tested her new limb. She might have to move, run or be able to escape if things went utterly shit.
She tucked the tip of her tail in under the blanket she pulled up partly. It was like her toes and she was even immune to cold tucked those and kept her feet warm, the same impulse remained however much the limb changed. She Wiggled it like her toes and utterly scared it gave her the same small joy..
Sya forced herself to concentrate on small goals, small aims… the sheer shock was something she was trying to not think about. She had done the same when she first was turned and was forced to do it again, mentally she had a breakdown after but she already had started her breakdown early… Sya was healthy and balanced …for sure.
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Sya had called out and said she felt unwell to Becky, asking about the bakery samples and so she got some more time. She reached over not falling over… somehow to open a window and let the cool air flow over her skin and felt the cool air soothe her, the blizzard was still blowing and How deep it had been piled it had been days and not let up. Her standing up was entirely off balance and she felt like swaying as unfamiliar muscles tried to work and understand how they meant to act. Her height had not changed… Sya had done all this and not gained any height.. Seriously, the world was unfair and Sya was still her Petite 5 foot self though her legs now stretched out longer and she had to remember to curl up or fall off the bed, get caught or so.
A minute passed before she fell back to the bed which was longer than she had before. Progress. Her new limb was alien but she forced herself to accept it and pulled herself back to bed and let the tail drape over the bed's end resting it as she stretched out the tremors and weird pains that standing had caused. Having an instinctual understanding of what she needed to do, to stand, to move, to balance was not the same as doing it.
Looking down at her body she was running a finger being where scales and skin blended into each other, she still had… certain body parts and they still worked also, somehow the blight had not lost her function but feet. What would people think of her, if anything that was what made her cry more than the change, she had acceptance of a kind and now she was a monster to them even more. Sya pulled her tail about her sobbing and hid from everyone as the winter storm blew and blew.
What was causing her so much hardship was wrapped about her as a comforting pressure that she layered herself in hiding from everything and everyone.
The blizzard lasted around a week as Sya stood as best as could be described… a Certain guest who left and Sya had shared a rather intimate short time with had somehow left a chest of things behind in leaving Dawn Haven and with no means to contact had explored it. She found a dress, about her size in blue and oddly more Auralian than Lunaris but it was pretty, Coats, boots and other items. Her Baker could have the boots if they fit, Sya no longer had feet.
The dress she pulled over her head and it covered where it needed, a coat she wore over it warm and lined with fur, the blizzard was gone but it was still cool. The material of dress was not the thickest but it fit well enough and she admired herself In a small mirror deliberately braiding her into a pretty French braid, a necklace and even a little of the…make up… one of the entertainers had given her to give a little more colour to her face. Sya looked about as ready to face the world as a woman who spent a fair chunk of it crying could.
She glided across the same doorstep she had walked over before, the novelty of this form of location having been told through the door that people were gathering outside and starting to leave their homes again. A perfect time to sell food, treats and meals. Sya moved down the stairs cautiously and had to remember as she felt her tails tip catching a corner and cursed softly. She looked over her shoulder and saw she passed down the stairs without further trouble. A random thought as to how it felt in the water, Sya probably thought it would be rather nice letting all the weight be supported and she could almost float and push about the hot spring playfully.
The woman braced herself as she headed to face the other people, other residents of the town and glided out down the steps to the main bar and eventually into the outside world. Sya faced her fears, however much she wanted to curl up and cuddle herself for the rest of her days.
The large central fire burned and glittered off her now deep blue scales that made up part of her skin, smooth, shiny and an extension of the new Sya. She had a pretty dress on, a nice coat, her hair was styled… she was least trying to look less scary, though everyone would likely judge her regardless.
"Yes... this is me, I know its a ..shock but Im still me, if you want to walk...walk. but if not, we have sweets to get out, get some barrels out, tables out and get some drinks flowing. Becky get the ovens hot and right now. We debut the Bakery. Samples. Samples. But encorage them to drink too!" Sya said with a confidence she did not feel. Though she almost cried when no one quit, A few comments about her likely being tight as ever, and the fact she was a blightborn already, so they just had to dodge her tail now. Dawn Haven was so weird these days anyway... your boss growing a snake tail was apparently... not a problem.
"Well.. lets go then, thankyou. The Eye is new, improved and soon we have Shine and Sweets." Sya said deeply as they vanished off to kitchen or basement to bring up beer, wine and other things that a party would need... for coin of course.
Sya glided out feeling the ground shift anf felt straight ge under he lr new form of locomotion, she had a pretty blue dress and coat on. She now had to dress to match her scales... seriously, she was gonna have to get new clothes...
Feeling the cool slush against her skin...scales was weird. But she did not feel cold, it was just wet, and like it made moving easier and harder... Sya shoved that aside as she saw most of the town was already waking up or In process of. Almost in fear ahe moved her tail closer to her without thinking though you'd had to blind to miss thr changes. She still felt small In the crowds...
Lord Coswain had been busy trying to help them prepare for blizzard and he was caped in snow by the time of his return. Persephone had been napping by the time he returned so he just kissed her forehead and changed quietly out of the sodden kit before heading downstairs to get a meal and something for her.
The Lunarian guards had done their best and most able to try and help the Auralian guards and civilians to face the coming blizzard. He did wonder what that over zealous Lord would do, and he didn't care how he survived the weather, his servants though he had more worry for, he would let them die while he remained warm and snug. The worst kind and most dangerous of them, the kind who believed they were practically gods themselves.
“Done ma best to help the road post, You alight Daph, you help her out” Hector said as he himself returned himself worse for the storm that was blowing quite white and only just starting out. “Good enough old man, she will make it even if not ideal. Damn cold.” The tall amazonian woman said from close to the fire, warming up her hands and shedding her heavy cloak that was soaked though from the storm's wrath.
“your the giraffe”Hector said, the woman towered a good 5 inches over the stocky bearded one-eyed warsmith but he gave as good as he got.
“Dwarf…you're stocky and have a beard too. Fiona was decent for an Auralan, that Lord is a peice of work they were labouring into the storm even as we headed in.” She shook her head at such things, the Temple…Inn.. their there places to shelter and they laboured in the dead of cold winter's night.
“Most we can do, she tried to knock him out. Sorey to say she missed.” Coswain laughed at the memory, sure he made a enemy but frankly he did not care and he seriously doubted anyone who talked that much had the friends he did… those how did tended to speak softly and be very different to him. Real power just found them annoying.
“Oh… I like her already. Just proves I was right.” Daphne said as she tucked into a meal of roast meat and some gravy. Best not ask what animal but it was hot and filling. She found the woman to be a bit crass but decent and seemed to have some morals if she was so offended by him. She was curious.
“Just stay out of trouble so I not have to arrest you. “ Coswain said as they took a seat near the fire to eat together. The windows and shutters were shut down tight already, bars across and prepared as best they could be. The small Mistress of the Inn with her distinctive single eye seemed a little off and headed away quickly upstairs.
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The storm's wrath was not spent quickly and they alternated duties of keeping the fires stocked and fed, helping the Baker out to keep busy. Persephone had even treated them to fresh cookies which had never been unwelcome, fearsome she was, a good Baker she also was. The innkeeper they were told has taken ill so they did best to keep their slice of warmth and comfort exactly so,
It was not most tidy, clean or so but they were surviving and honestly well provisioned to last out the storm. The snows did not break on the 3rd night, or even the 4th and they fell into an easy routine. The chess board downstairs saw A Lot of use.
The news of the Queen's death had all them rattled and a lot of quiet talks and such Took place doing their best to make sense of things, events and what it meant for them and their futures.
What did this even mean for them, the town and everything agreed? Power was changing rapidly and everything would change.
They heard a knocking and found on the 7th day, the storm had finally ended to the point that the people could leave. Someone had enquired after Sya but they told her she was ill, apparently her ability was in demand and several calls had been made knowing she would likely see through the storm.
They headed out , Daphne was strangely happy and heading out ahead of them, Sya was not there.. she would be down when she felt better. Persephone gave an odd smile and followed, she had strange visions that night, ones she could not explain? Dreams… but not.. something reality? Persephone had no idea.
They headed into the outside the fire burning hot food on tables and it seemed from the noise in the kitchen. The Inn was firing back up and seemed to be busy to take advantage of the coming burst in trade. Firewood was being moved in quickly and it seemed the ovens were burning hard. People were making the most of it.
“Let's go, I've been cooped up all damn week” Daphne outpacing them all.
"My knees ain't that young, Persephone you think she has a friend..." He said quietly with a expression of mischief that made the old, scarred warrior seem younger. Auralians had taken his eye but th4 gods had blessed him with a spare.
Persephone expression gave a odd look but a positive one she had known Daphne for several years and was practically a extra daughter in some ways. His squire had meant she had formed a close bond with the Lord and Lady household. Anyway she was someone who used their brain not the swords unlike the men. "I'm not certain, I know it might be a intresting party, make the most of it." Her visions rarely made sense, they where more abstract and very much open to interpretation and she had yet to refine the ability to point she could be considered a true Seer, that was rare indeed.
Daphne made much faster progress, her 6 foot 1 frame in the warm winter leathers normal to Lunaris, she kept her twin swords but had not fanned any armour like the rest going armed as they felt wrong without but not clad like a week ago in intimidating steel plates. Daphne had even let her longer dark hair into a braided style down, it was a celebration and they had ernough second guessing over the last week.
She soon soon found the hot drinks and waited for her chance to be served, standing eye to eye with many of the men, which she found had unnerved more than a few weaker souls.
Kat took the mango most happily, it was cold and refreshing, the heat was still something the woman was not used too fully. Some days she would be glad for a wet cloudy day just to get a short break from the hot days, London was very very different to Azul. It was hard to be a tropical goth, maybe they would think she was a witch or something. “Thank you, it's delicious. I'm not used to the heat. Cold and refreshing.” Kat said happily as she sipped her drink.
Kat quietly enjoyed her drink but eyes looked around and took I'm the environment, the well loved and maintained place, its homely style. The place definitely could grow on her, it was nice to get away from the floating home in the evenings. The boat was nice but Kat found it hard, no noise, no busy crew working shifts… she was alone, and could do whatever she wanted. Often she just found self walking or even taking a swim, the water was lovely.
“Thankyou for ze map, I do not want a rematch with the rock, my sister will not let me live this down.” Kat said as she looked into her bag and popped a pain killer to dull the ache a little, it did not stop it but it would help her make it back home. “I almost wish they would put me up here now.” She said casually, the place was lovely, calming by the sea. The Marina was more central to everything she needed though and easier to trek back with photocopies, maps and such.
“Have a nice time. lucky you.” Kat said cheerfully and innocently as she went back to looking out the window and relaxed, her foot throbbed but let the gentle pounding of the waves lull her, the gentle rhythm that could be heard or felt almost the entire island.
It probably was a date, a date she forgot it seemed. Usually it was the men doing that, not the women.
“umm your local? Can I ask? You know If this Azul days has a dress code or … anything? It seems talk of town, I don't wanna turn up to a sombre event dressed for a dance… I just arrived, everyone's been caught up in events and such. I live in London, so this is.a new world. Not felt as open .. recently as people said the islands where so no one to ask.” Kat had a few ideas but she really did not know, and to complicate most of her wardrobe was not suited to this weather, coats, layers and black was not the ideal colour palette. Maybe that cute somewhat addams family summer dress her friend had got her last year and she never had much good weather to wear it.
Kat looked to Eloy as she asked the question, she really needed more info and Google was not so helpful. The Island was rather small and hardly the most advanced in social media and digital media usage. London was not Azul and she was having to adapt to a whole new way of life.
Their was some other people it sounded like but could not see them bar a small slant, a man and a woman had come up by the looks of their height and build anyway. She could not be 100% on that from this angle and walking out to the balcony to drink was off her list of things to do at this particular moment.
Sya felt a little hot and swayed a little before she recovered, thankfully her companion had left, he very much confused her in many ways. He spoke a dozen words and you wondered if 11 were a lie… he was interesting. She gave him that.
His final words and actions had her even more bemused. Leaving on a prophecy, a song and a point she was sure she could work out if she sat down and mulled it over for a few minutes. He gave her mixed feelings but also he probably would make the town more colourful to be sure, not likely … most likely he would end up at the Inn somehow, he needed a meal even if he seemed to live off water, man must be mad, water was never clean as ale.
The Prince's words and news did not rock her much as others, the Queen of Lunaris was a distant figure to her, all the Royalty bar Flynn and his Princess were distant, Capitals were a long way from her home, new home and former homeland. She had no loyalty to those places.
She stayed quiet and watched respectfully as the news hit some much harder than others, the snow gathered on her shoulder and she knew, somehow, that she should prepare. She felt little effect or challenge to such weather events but those under her roof? Definitely would be harmed If the fires ran low.
She would prepare however much she felt off, something was off and she felt it in her very soul. She suppressed the feeling, Sya would talk it over with Olivia in the evening when they had time alone. The construction was well on track though and hopefully that internal work would not be paused by this weather? If they were willing anyway.
Sya made a mental list as she hopped off chair and returned it to the table, the small blightborn woman bounced slightly as she headed into the gradually thickening snow, she could appreciate it majesty least personally without fear. First things first, make sure the cellar was stocked, secured and the firewood was piled close. It would be easier to grab, before they could build the loading Docks and so where it would be much more accessible even In harsh weather.
Again her vision gave her a headache but she ignored that and pushed on, Sya could not afford to stop. She had important work to do.
How little did she know it was not a bug and what she was in for. Or what she would become. Her legs hurting was a bad omen.
Coswain seems to have hit a nerve, the man could talk and talk…and talk. He was some Auralian nobility but he had not come across this family before, probably one of the overly proud lesser nobility that have a massively inflated ego and an inbred lineage of a dozen cousin marriages. It never ended well, you seemed after a few generations to end in madness. “Castellian, is a rank of import behind a castle in Lunaris.” He said with a tight tone.
“Do you realise how many times I heard that In my career? How many have claimed that in Lunaris…to know a Lord, a Prince, the King….” He said entirely unimpressed and without concern, the chances were slim. You had to claim such things, you were faking it. Looking over however the snow was starting to increase and to get stronger, to get heavier and the subtle wind etc began to pick up force.
He gave a wonder and a worry, his thoughts said that the snow would be worse, would be stronger, and would last. “Your his friend, and you'd starve his project” He said with an easy expression, He knew if he was working for Prince he would not sabotage the man's project as that would be a fast way to lose his favour.
“He is not causing much ado in the middle of the crowd, much as he is cursed.” He did not let the man intimidate him.
“This Crone is a Lady, wife, and a Throne Agent to name a few.” Persephone said in a tight capital accent of Lunaris, she had a tight expression and looked at the women and kneeled down to her. “Calm miss, calm… your gonna hurt yourself.” She placed a hand on the woman's shoulder and stopped her getting up Just yet. “She failed to hit you, your not hurt. No blood shed. No gold Lost.” Coswain said that he studied the situation, he had no cause to arrest the woman yet.
“No… not on my knees … if you have to talk you can… Looks like show time.” Coswain said and the speech came, and things… changed. Alot.
His feelings were…complicated to say the least, the Queen was Dead? She had been the light of Lunaris, the King Was.about as likable as the plague to many but they loved the queen, truely she had been loved. This just changed everything and yet they where so far away unable to do anything.
He had seem how things where in the capital, seen how things where in the Castle, the markets…Lunaris was holding together but by Selene it was fragile at the best of times, damaged, enemies on several fronts, threats internal and external…
“By Selene… things are worse than imagined. So much worse.” Coswain said with a shocked look, the Winter Queen was one of the things holding everything together, she had been the uniting force and the symbol they could admire. Now what did they have?. Coswain looked and tried to process the news.
The snow was falling much thicker and it was falling in settlement thickness, he seen ernough snow to reconise when it was a dead man's blizzard, this was a real danger.
“Cancel it new priorities, We not have time, make sure you have fire wood, food and so prepared for a week or more. look Marquess Ayel Raunefeldt.” He was still processing anf currently grappling with the bombshell that just dropped and exploded right as Prince And Princess spoke. “Get your horses into stables if you want them to live, and I'm not sure where your staying. Or how, but if you have winter preparation, Do it now and do it fast. You can always argue with me when we still alive after this.” He did not know where he planned to stay, the Inn unless it was a Unfinished wing was near full, their was empty houses and so but winter had beaten their builders and many where still yet to be finished.
“Winter is enemies of all, It takes no sides, You can try the Inn, but it's pretty full unless you like a buidling site, so you might have to find your own shelter. Maybe the Temple or so should be warm and provisioned.” He said and looked to head off to organise that materials, food, firewood, water and other things got distributed and where stocked up. once this bit they where Inside for the duration.
“Lass, I know ya hung over, but right now, forget this fight, this feels like we gonna be in a white out, get ya home ready.” He said more kindly and nodded to Persephone.
“My husbands right, how about we worry about the bigger problems.” She Gave The Lord a minor glare and hoped this woman not throw up all over the good unform she wore.
Persephone had her own feelings, they where a utter mess right now and barely could begin to peice it all together. The Queen was Dead, the entire situation had just changed and no one knew how it would play out. She has not met her personally but like many… she had admired the Winter Queen and she had been a loved and figure of unity in the Kingdom.
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