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And yet I'm still fuckin' drinking it, for some reason.

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The Plague Knight Chronicles: Chapter 1

Mergoux seemed most confident in the direction to take, so Lua went along behind her. The air changed, becoming even fouler than that in the city above. Her boot splashed in a puddle of something too thick to be water and too thin to be mud and she nearly vomited. They'd followed the child's voice right into a damned sewer! Lua groaned. Her mask was still soaked in muck. There was nothing for her to do but endure the stench with clenched teeth.

Lua's pace slowed cautiously as the girl came into sight. Her dark brows furrowed slightly in confusion when Lucian tried to put the crossbow and bolts into her already-occupied hands. Lua wasted no time, however, voicing a question aloud. She sheathed her swords quickly as she could and obediently accepted the weapon and ammunition. Immediately, she hurried to coat several bolt-tips with the poisoned wax. Once she'd loaded one and shouldered the bow, Lua placed herself between Shiara and the girl. Mergoux was clearly capable of handling herself, but all the apprentice had seen this bone mage do thus far was conjure a little light, and with the aid of a spirit at that. When she reached a clear line of sight, she aimed and placed her finger near the trigger. The only thing keeping her from firing immediately was the small chance that the girl was still human, albeit a terribly unfortunate one.

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Current Mood in One Gif

I'm so fucking tired but I won't get to sleep for at least another... 3 hours. Just end me, tbh.

What Are You Listening To?

The Plague Knight Chronicles: Chapter 1

Lua was pleasantly surprised to learn the armored stranger knew more of the Curse than most. The apprentice had just opened her mouth to respond to Mergoux when the ground slipped away beneath her feet. Some distance below, she landed on her back, knocking the air from her chest. Dirt and dust choked her lungs as she tried to regain her breath. In the dim light, she could see Lucian's hand reaching down to her. The apprentice accepted his assistance. Once she was on her feet, Lua looked around, making out what she could of their surroundings. Some sort of catacombs, no doubt attached to the church above. At least it wasn't the sewers. Just the idea of being ankle-deep in human waste was more horrifying to Lua than any corpse-strewn tunnel.

“Yes, Sir.” Lua reflexively responded, pulling the browned mask down from her face. The once-red cloth was soaked with muck. The apprentice retrieved her wax as ordered and ran the pink brick down one of her swords, then the other. An orange light emanated from one of the bone mage's adornments after the dark-skin woman had beseeched some unseen entity. In the brighter light, one could see a glistening coating along the edge of her blades, a little present for the Cursed.

A child's voice called out for help and Lua frowned deeply. Was this a trick of the Cursed, or simply a very unlucky child? Most likely, the former. The sharp sound echoed off stone walls, making its origin difficult to pinpoint. Another cry rang out and Lua whirled, swords readied. She took a step in that direction, only to hear another wail come from the opposite way. “Which damned way is-” Lua started when another sound came echoing to them.

Bonk

Bonk

Bonk

A skull, barely big enough to fill one's hand, bounced out of the dark and rolled towards the group. Lua set her jaw and looked at Lucian. “Guess it's that way.”

What Are You Listening To?

The Plague Knight Chronicles: Chapter 1

Lua's eyebrows lifted as Shiara snatched up the old raven's shovel at the first opportunity. This dreary morning was proving to be more interesting, and irritating, than she'd expected. The armored stranger joined in the conversation without introducing herself, merely giving a nod towards the Raven Lords before posing questions to the impudent bone woman. Lua returned Mergoux's nod before looking to the mage.

“You want to have a chat with the Cursed? Be my guest. When he gives you one of these, you'll understand our business.” She said harshly and swept back the damp hair obscuring a wide scar along her forehead. The central, jagged mark was dotted along one side with tiny scars, showing where crude sutures had once reattached part of her scalp. As long as Shiara was holding one shovel hostage, the apprentice had twice the digging to do, so she set to work.

When she disturbed the surface, a bubble briefly appeared in the mud before popping. Decomposition gases? If the corpse was rotting normally, that was good news. Still, she should've been able to smell the rot, even through her mask. Another shovel-full, another bubble. That wasn't right. Lua had desecrated more than her share of graves, and that was too much gas. She pulled the mask from her face and sniffed.

That smell... Not rot, not shit, but...

Dust?

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