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sylenas-pettumil‌:

“Your mother sounds like a lovely woman.” Sylenas said sourly, the joy draining from his face as the stranger’s words settled over him. None of the people he had met in the gloomy town seemed very excited about being there. He wondered why they were all chosen when he was the only one who recognized the opportunity for what it was. Redemption. All of the traveling he had done, all the sadness and isolation he had endured, led up to this very moment. He was not about to waste it.

“I don’t think there’s a way out. Well, I haven’t gone looking but I’ve met a few people who have tried. They just end up back in the center like the rest of us.” He found the excitement again at the thought of the rest of them being trapped there with him. Even if they despised him, Sylenas would never be lonely again. It made him want to laugh, though he contained it to a smile. “Could you start a workshop here?”

“That could be said very easily,” Revinell affirmed, already looking around again in hopes that something would just come to him like his breakthroughs tended to do. So far, nothing, though that didn’t mean one wasn’t about to make an appearance soon. In any case, he was not about to stay. He needed to continue his work.

“If there is a way in, there is a way out. Everything has a counter.” If Revinell sounded dismissive, it was because he was. Things like this did not happen for no reason, and if the reason was magic, there was a way to work around any spell. He would just have to figure it out. “In theory, I could start a workshop anywhere. However, I will not. This town is not a permanent fixture, I need somewhere that will stay put.”

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sylenas-pettumil‌:

“Mother, I am conflicted.” Sylenas had been speaking aloud for some time, though he could not be sure exactly how long had passed without the usage of a clock. Judging by the dryness of his mouth it had been longer than thirty minutes, though his conversation with mother had taken too many turns for it to have been such a short amount of time. He assumed over an hour. It didn’t matter, however, when his words were cut short by the sudden appearance of a stranger on the street in front of him.

“Why would you want to go elsewhere?” He asked, smiling crookedly. It had seemed very clear to him from the beginning that they should be honored, though he did not appreciate the confusion. “I’m not sure you can, at any rate. Mother certainly agrees, and she’s rarely wrong.”

Revinell felt his eyebrow go up of its own accord, a rare occurrence by any stretch of the imagination. Not only was he already frustrated, but now he was face to face with someone who thought that this was apparently not a bad thing. Right.

“Your Mother may be rarely wrong, but my mother is the same way and she would insist that I leave,” Revinell countered, though he recognized that the mother of the man in question was most likely a deity that Revinell would care for about as much as he did any other. Not at all. “My workshop is not in this city, and I have things to attend to.”

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isobelline‌:

In the fog, her freckled skin rose as goosebumps. She watched as other victims fight against this strange city’s hold. Again and again, they’d emerge where they started. The young paladin never saw such a sight. It left her paralyzed. She pieced together what she knew: she left a late-night Pumpkin Days festival. Could this be the work of a wizard hired to make the greatest, never-before-seen haunted town? It didn’t hurt to ask. The warrior was never one for mysteries, but she did like what bards put on. She was just never able to catch on. Her preferred method involved whacking. Holy whacking.

A stranger voiced her own concerns. She took it as an option to speak candidly.

“You mean this wasn’t arranged as some sort of festival?” She grimaced - even she didn’t believe in the half-baked theory. She wasn’t that naive; she read her general’s warning’s, watched as the stoic dragonborn’s face drained of color. It was so far away. “Unless… you’re not a paid actor by chance, are you…? Sorry, sorry, I’m Neoma and I’m just as confused as you are. If not more so.”

Revinell looked the woman over, still quite annoyed in the Vedalken sense of the word. Her explanation would make sense...had she not been taken like he had been. Maybe she had been and was quite the optimist. He was never quite sure when it came to others.

“I would say it was not,” he replied slowly, thinking back on what he could remember before he arrived here. A vague shape of a man, a sense of fear that he’d never actually felt before. This was something else. “No, I am most certainly not an actor. I am an artificer. Revinell.” Maybe on another day he would bother to be slightly more polite, but...no. “Were you taken as well?”

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Time: Afternoon

Location: Dasratsel, any street

Status: Open

This was probably the fifth time this had happened. Revinell had walked to the limits of this new city, was able to take a few steps out, and found himself right back in it, a new place each time. This time, he found himself on a street, a deep frown on his face as he crossed his arms. This was clearly the most frustrated he had been...in years, though he didn’t know if the person he had appeared in front of was aware of that

“I do not suppose you know how to get out of this city? I am needed elsewhere.”

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efraincrayhorn‌:

Efrain chuckled at the vedalken’s attempt at humor. As per usual, the joke wasn’t the most inventive, effusive, or mirth-worthy joke, but for a vedalken it was an impressive attempt nonetheless. Their inventiveness could be put to more utilitarian and necessary tasks. “That’s true,” he agreed with a smile. “I think the mess would be considerably worse if it had been you.” 

Revinell swelled with pride over his mission and Efrain couldn’t help but smile again. “That sounds impressive and much-needed. Anything to end the war would be welcome. I’m glad you’re also considering the cost as well as efficacy. Too often inventions, especially in weaponry and conversely in health, are inaccessible to the public.” Efrain too looked into the smoke as if it would suddenly clear and reveal the miracle that the man spoke of. “What is it? If you don’t mind my asking, that is, but I find myself quite curious as to what is capable of doing the things you claim.”

Revinell gave a hum of acknowledgement about the comment of ‘mess’, imagining what that may look like if something had been blown off of him. His neighbors certainly would not be going about their collective businesses now, that was for sure. Or perhaps they would have been. It wasn’t like he was on strictly friendly terms with any of them.

“True, though I might prefer this work not to reach the...general population.” People under a command? The thought wasn’t bad, because they could be regulated. His pistols going around in just anyone’s hands...well, they were dangerous. He wanted them to be defensive, not offensive. “Perhaps once I am done with this, I could move along to health. It may help more,” Revinell commented. “It is...not finished. Very early stages. But I could show you what has come before. The forefathers, if you would like.”

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thalrahylune‌:

The uneasy feeling creeping up Thalra’s spine was briefly interrupted as Revinell continued to munch away at his apple on a stick, looking utterly ridiculous with his goggles strapped to his head and spinning around in circles. Immediately, she took back what she’d thought about him being intelligent and shot him an incredulous look just before another scream echoed out from the ship they were staring at, causing her to nearly jump right off the dock. Revinell, of course, seemed unperturbed by it all. If he took another uncaring bite of his apple, Thalra thought she might slap it out of his hand. 

“These ships haven’t been used for at least a year,” she hissed hurriedly, grabbing at his sleeve and tugging feebly as if to try and drag him away from the massive ship that loomed in front of them. It continued to beckon them forth as if it were the massive maw of a sleeping giant.  “Arx’s fishing and shipping industry was crippled by the war! All these ships are abandoned!” Which didn’t exactly mean Revinell was wrong; there didn’t need to be a sinister explanation to all this. There could be a few handful of squatters or wanderers hiding out in these ships, but Thalra found the idea unlikely. Thalra had lived long enough and traveled far enough to know people without homes rarely called this much obvious attention to their hiding places. And it wouldn’t explaining the light. 

“That light lured us here,” she insisted, conviction overtaking the fear swelling up inside her throat. As the words left her mouth though, there was a loud clattering a few yards ahead as a gangplank toppled over the side of The Blackmore Lady and landed squarely on the dock. Thalra had to clasp a hand over her mouth to stop herself from shouting, and hid halfway behind Revinell. “I swear to Mask if this is some kind of festival attraction, I’m going to strangle everyone involved with my bare hands.”

Revinell didn’t miss the look that she was giving him, but he ignored that in favor of his own theories. He knew what he looked like, and knew he wasn’t exactly taking this situation seriously, but that was alright. So far as he could tell, this could just as easily be a setup for something to do with festivities as it could be legitimate. He would worry about it like it was real when he got the proof that it was.

He felt the tug on his sleeve, but he didn’t go with it, too interested now in the noise and the mystery to just go. No, he was as flawed as most other Vedalkens were when it came to wanting to figure something out. “So they are abandoned. That does not mean there is anything to worry about. If they have not just come in, people making homes in there would not be too wild a thought. Maybe something happened and someone sent the light as a signal.”

He was about to continue his dismissal of the danger when the gangplank of the ship slammed onto the dock, which made him pause to look at it curiously as Thalra ducked behind him slightly. Wasn’t her best move, since he wasn’t exactly the stoutest person. “If this is an attraction, it far better crafted than their haunted house,” he commented, moving toward the gangplank to get a better look at it. He wondered what had made it move like that, when he had not seen anyone on the ship to move it.

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gambxgium‌:

“I’d be happy to replace it,” he replied. “And I’ll take any acids for that issue if you’ve got extra lying around, I don’t much feel like hunting down any lemons anytime soon.”

Pas gained a thought, however, and leaned over to a surface where the other man was working. “Tell me, though: how much would it cost to have a chat outside of business-related things? You seem pretty firmly attached to that, and I don’t get to meet many individuals who know their way around a firearm. I got very close to a gunsmith over in Kaivras for the same reasons, before I had to leave him behind. Are you interested in that sort of thing?”

When he heard the affirmatives for replacements, he gathered the materials he needed and set to setting them in place. The cleaning supplies he would grab last, since he would have to take them from a larger store of his. He didn’t exactly keep everything in a travel size.

The next question made him frown, not for the question itself but for what it might imply. “It...would not cost to talk of other things,” he replied slowly, unsure of quite what was being said without being said. He had always had a hard time about that sort of thing. “What would we be talking about?”

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mareonadarkheart‌:

“Haunted?” Mareona scoffed. “No, indeed it is not. If it were half these people would already be dead. Shades and specters are deadly creatures and should not be taken lightly”  She considered his words for a moment then s.id. “I suppose I am here to see what all the fuss is about.”

She studied the man standing before her, he had an intelligent face, his eyes kept flitting from thing to thing as if he were putting together the pieces of a puzzle. That was a feeling Mareona could understand, the pull of logic was strong and comforting. She couldn’t understand why anyone would thing this place was frightening when the strings and gears were so obvious. 

She looked back over the exterior of the house and frowned. 

“Its not even trying to be accurate. Look at that there.” She pointed towards a costumed woman pretending to be a witch. “If she were really a blood mage there would be scars on her arms, where is she getting all that blood anyway?  The blood of other creatures is an inefficient tool. One’s own is far more powerful and must therefore be use only when absolutely necessary.” She stopped abruptly, it was possible her new companion enjoyed such trickery, it would be unkind to mock it further. 

“But then I suppose I am overly critical.” She said with a rueful smile, “Please ignore me. I am unused to such things. Thank you for agreeing to join me.” 

Originally posted by thefudge

vedalkenrevinell

The stick of his apple in a six-fingered hand, Revinell toyed with it just for something to do as he took in more details. “I have heard, though I have never actually encountered either.” Part of him thought it might be fun, as long as he didn’t end up too hurt. It was a scientific curiosity, primarily, as he hadn’t encountered much of anything sentient and also possibly able to move through him. Of course, he was not much of a fighter.

“No, it is...very flawed, though I assume most people would think the inaccuracies as scarier than the facts,” he mused, head tilting a little to the side. He was similar to the crowd in that he was discomforted by inaccuracies, but it was certainly for different reasons.

“I was primarily going to comment on her dagger. I have seen better daggers carried by children.” Revinell nodded at the same ‘blood mage’. He did not mind it being fake, or dull, for safety’s sake, but the fact that whoever had made it hadn’t bothered to make it look realistic? That bothered him a bit. It was not that hard to make a dulled dagger. He had made plenty.

“Oh, it is no problem, I believe we think rather alike.” He found it odd that there was someone out there that would make flaw lists in their head like he did, yet comforting.

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thalrahylune‌:

Thalra’s hand fell away from her dagger immediately once she saw who it was who had snuck up on her in the dark. Revinell was strange, and maybe the smartest man she’d ever met, but she hardly considered him a threat. She looked over his shoulder and then over her own to try and find the light again, but all she found were the shadowy dark ships that had been abandoned, half submerged in the shallow water. They made hollow sounds as the waves crashed against the aged wood, almost like they were breathing. 

Trying to compose herself, she looked back at Revinell and painted on a flirtatious smile as if she were completely at ease with finding herself at the end of a dock in the middle of the night. “So you saw it too? Well, no, it wasn’t mine.” In demonstration she drew a sigil in the air until four torch-like lights appeared from her hands and went to dance around Revinell’s head. They looked similar to the light she’d followed here, but lacked a mesmerizing quality, and their color was a different tint. 

Thalra was about to make a comment about Revinell coming here often, but she snapped her mouth closed when a sorrowful, mournful wail rang through the air. She whipped her head around to the direction it came from– a massive sailing vessel with its masts broken in half and dipping into the water, the name on the side proclaiming it to be The Blackmore Lady. “I can’t find it,” the voice sobbed,  high and reedy but full of despair. “I can’t find it!”

The grin on Thalra’s face immediately dropped, and she backed away from the ship until she was standing directly beside Revinell instead. “Revinell, tell me something comforting, please.”

At first, Revinell was mildly disappointed that the light was both gone and not connected to Thalra at all. That meant that he would have to put some extra effort into figuring out what was actually going on, instead of calling it a night and going to rest somewhere. The disappointment did lessen slightly, however, when Thalra did her own little light display, and he looked at the bobbing lights around his head, interested.

“I suppose it couldn’t have been,” he agreed, immediately noticing the difference in the light he had seen and these. “Perhaps there is someone on one of these ships doing it?” He glanced around, spinning in a slow circle as he took another bite out of his candy apple. Really, why were these not made year-round? Revinell was distracted from that chain of thought, however, by the wail coming from the ship he was looking at. The boat looked like it had seen some battle recently. Odd.

“Comforting?” Revinell paused, wondering what ‘comfort’ might mean to Thalra. “It is most likely that The Blackmore Lady has just come in from some sort of encounter, and whoever did that yelling has misplaced something in the chaos. Something important. Perhaps their favorite book.” That explanation was much more logical than anything else that came to mind, though the part about the book was probably just his own priority, and not the one of the person who couldn’t find ‘it’. There was another scream. “Should we go help?”

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iseult-bechallard‌:

A part of Iseult wanted to contest him on that, to convince him that she was more than just someone with a fleeting interest in the matter, but she held her tongue and let the subject rest.

To avoid things between them to settle into an uncomfortable sort of silence, she instead turned her attention back to the wall of inventions, her eyes stopping on the mask she had passed by earlier on her way in. She considered taking it down, but it hung far above her head and she didn’t want to risk with the touching, so she held one hand up slowly and pointed to it.

“What’s the story behind this? The design is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.” She thought it looked like a mix between a dwarven and gnomish design – deceptively simplistic with a lot of hidden details for those with keen eyes or a mind for second and third glances. “The colors… Is that another metal in the middle of it? By Milil’s grace; I find myself astounded and at a loss for words.” 

She was sort of floored, really. She wanted to etch it into her memory, draw it, paint it… Even buy it, if she could. It wasn’t her style at all, not particularly delicate at all or like her usual elven-leaning preferences, but it spoke to her.

It spoke to her so much that she felt her eyes getting wet. She quickly blinked, trying to minimize it all, but the damage was done. “I apologize…” Her voice cracked, ever so slightly, so she cleared her voice to cover it up. “Something in my throat, oh dear. I may have inhaled some particles.”

Revinell was on the side of pleased when she chose to look at something else, this particular something being a better version of an old project he had begun with his sister, while Sobek was still alive. The mask was an old favorite, reliable to work with, though still not perfected. Again, she seemed to pick up on the aesthetic of his creations, which must have meant he was doing something right in trying to make them look pleasing. That was a passing relief.

“It is a mask to allow you to breathe underwater. Not long, around an hour at most, but it has its uses in emergencies.” He remembered using one of the earliest versions of the mask years ago to win a game of hide and seek to test it out for his sister. The human children he had been playing with hadn’t played with him for a fortnight after that, but he had decided that was worth the test. In fact, he could have been working on it more, but it had been left aside in favor of his signature weapons. “My sister was always better with them than I was.”

As he started to reach for it, so that she might really look it over, he paused, noting the cracking of her voice. Absently, he wondered if he may have done something he shouldn’t have, or if this was some sort of human response. “That is alright. I was not exactly patient in my return...Would you like a moment outside? The air is probably better out there.”

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gambxgium‌:

Replacement had always been an option for the weapon, but Pas couldn’t help a feeling of disappointment wash over him when it was finally acknowledged by someone else. “Would that replacement be free if that same kind of explosion from earlier happened to occur?” he asked with a grin, although he was sure he already knew the answer.

“I’m not even certain what sort of firearm would make an appropriate replacement. When something serves you for so long, it almost feels like nothing can, to be honest. I’ll happily take a cleaning so I can at least put it into proper retirement, if it’s cheaper to do that and purchase something new. That might be better when the alternative is just modifying half of the thing with improved parts.”

Revinell eyed the man, eyebrow still up. “It would, but that will not happen with this one,” he assured, pulling the rag from the barrel and feeling no catches, though it hadn’t fed evenly. A clump of powder. “There is no fault inside of the barrel. Your problem was powder build-up. You will want to clean it more often, perhaps with something...acidic. Lemon juice, perhaps. Just nothing that will corrode.”

Just to check the rest of it, Revinell held the weapon out in front of him, pointed at a wall like he was trying to sight a shot. Luckily enough, the sights seemed in order for the make, and he lowered it. “A replacement spring it is, then. I have flints, if you’d like to replace yours.” It had some time left in it, but for effectiveness’ sake, Revinell had to suggest it.

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👻Cauldron

Cauldron: If you could make one thing in fantastically perfect, what would you do? 

“It is extremely hard for me to pick what I would want to be perfect, because I do not think anything is actually perfect...But I would say that I would like one kingdom capable of taking care of its people.”

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🍭Werewolf: If you could rename the Moon, what would you call it?

“I would probably call it something like Lucine...or Leza. Something that sounds beautiful.”

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When Revinell had heard that there was a ‘haunted house’, he was intrigued enough to go. Whether or not it was actually haunted didn’t matter to him, as his main reason for wanting to go had been hearing about how ‘fun’ they were from other people. As he approached, he could see a crowd, and lingered at the back, as he always did. The outside of this house, he decided, was not what he would call scary.

Finishing off a candy apple he’d bought, Revinell noticed the sounds first, and the various lights. Whoever was howling wasn’t doing a very good job of it, and he considered offering to help the owners fix up something that would at least sound scary to ears that weren’t used to it. It would be as simple as an open cylinder of metal with a bowstring across an opening, and some wind, and maybe people wouldn’t be looking quite as casual about going in. Maybe next year, Revinell could manage to find the time to make a better haunted house.

As he stared critically at the house, finding every little flaw and keeping them in a list in his head, he found himself wanting to look inside, though it seemed that nobody before him had gone in alone. If this was for two or more people only, it seemed he was out of luck, and he almost turned to go when a woman was asking him to go in.

“Hello,” he greeted with a tilt of his head, curious as to why she was asking him but thankful that he would not seem odd if he did go in. “Yes. Are you here to see what it fails at, as well? We can start with that it does not seem to be actually haunted.”

Location: Khaggon, Tommen Hous’s Haunted House

Time: Evening

Status: Open

Mareona glared up at the towering house before her as if she could make it vanish by sheer force of will alone. It must have been a truly magnificent dwelling once, its tiered balconies once overflowing with flowering vines, its ornate window panes catching the light from a hundred lanterns inside. There must have been fine parties thrown there, with wine and sweets and music that lasted into the small hours of the night. It was to imagine what it had once been, but those glory days were clearly long gone. 

Now the house was full of noises of a different kind, poorly imitated howls and groan filtered down through the bustling night air, and small pops of magical light filled the dark opening of the doorway before her with the approximation of lightening. In the upper windows she should see glimpses of shadowed forms lurking. One of them seemed to be having a smoke. 

“This is ridiculous.”  She muttered to herself, watching a young man shuffle past in what was clearly supposed to be guise of an undead thrall. Anyone with eyes could see it was nothing more than paint and charcoal. To her left a group of girls came running scurrying by. The young man made a pitiful lunge in their direction, sending the girls scattering in all directions, shrieking and giggling, like brightly colored petals blown about in a breeze. Mareona shifted uncomfortably. All around her people were having a pleasant evening, eating sweet treats, laughing at their own folly as they exited the house before her, breathless and clutching the arms of the people they loved. It was a time of celebration and all Mare wanted to do was slink back to her little room and hide like a child. Maybe there was real terror at this so called ‘Haunted House’ after all. 

With a little snort of derision at her own foolishness she straightened her shoulders and narrowed her eyes. She was here to get to know this city and its people and if that meant she had to endure a little fun, well, so be it. She gazed around the front lawn of garish decorations and colorful lanterns until her gaze landed on a potential target. Striding over she began to speak.

“Good evening. Would you care to take in this…” She made a face. “Haunted House with me?” 

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Revinell had made his way to Arx primarily because there was a reliable place to stock up on black powder. Unfortunately for him, he hadn’t been aware that there were festivities starting today, ones that were apparently going to be carrying on for a while. With a decision not to try and squirm away from the inevitable, Revinell had gone out to have ‘some fun’. Whatever that meant for everyone else, because he knew that it would never be as fun as getting another step closer to perfecting an invention. At least he was broadening his horizons.

Wandering around on the streets more than anything, a caramel apple in his hand for him to try, Revinell had long since bothered with relying on lights and had instead pulled on his favorite pair of goggles, the ones he’d designed to let him see in the dark, and on the outskirts of the crowds, where he liked to be, he could see practically everything. Everything including an odd little floating light. The first thought in his mind being that of curiosity, he followed after it, trailing slowly and taking a bite of his candy apple as he did.

As he looked around, he found himself near the docks, where he’d been earlier in the day just to pass the time. They looked a little worse for wear now, as most things did under moonlight, and as such, he didn’t notice that he was going to step on a particularly bad board until his foot almost went through it. With a small wheel of his arms, he straightened himself and looked forward, only to see Thalra, and his little light gone.

“Fascinating...I thought you would have been closer to people.” He punctuated his sentence by taking another bite of his candy apple, glancing around. “Was that light yours?”

Time: 9th of October, nearly midnight Location: the docks of Arx, near the Blackmore Lady Status: Open

The streets of Arx were shimmering with lanterns and crawling with people that night thanks to the The Pumpkin Days celebrations taking place across the kingdom, though they weren’t as lively as she remembered them being on the night of the Moonlight Festival. It could have been nostalgia coloring her memory, but as she walked past a group of children carrying sparklers and candied apples, laughing and drugged with sugar, she couldn’t help but remember a time only a few months ago when things had seemed simpler. Her gaze traveled lazily like a fluttering bird from the vendors selling hot cider to the stalls that offered pumpkins for carving. Thalra was only moments from deciding to go over to a shop open later and selling sea-salt caramel chocolates when she spotted something strange. 

A light? It wasn’t like the lanterns which were hung from the buildings and lampposts and made from flickering candles. This light bobbed just on the edge of the crowd, dancing at the end of the street which lead off down towards the docks. Curious, Thalra stepped forward, and the light moved away, as if it were beckoning her to follow. 

Thalra was no fool. She knew a trap when she saw one, and her eyesight had always been much better in the darkness than it ever was in broad daylight. Still she found herself moving towards the dancing light which twirled and swayed down the street like a marionette on a string. It glowed an odd blue-white color, fuzzy around the edges so that Thalra couldn’t make out the shape. She squinted and picked up her pace to try and see the light better, but in an instant– it was gone. Thalra blinked and looked around at her surroundings and found that she’d walked all the way to the docks where the old ships creaked and groaned in the black water. It felt like she had only been walking for a matter of moments, and yet here she was, so far away from the main street of Arx. 

A sharp groan of wood– a foot falling on a rotting board in the dock behind her made Thalra whirl around with a gasp, hand falling to the dagger on her belt. “Who’s there?” she demanded.

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Bat, please!

Bat: Would you rather sleep upside down or be able to scream and know where things are?

“Sleeping upside down seems more practical. I would be able to sleep in more places, and besides that, I do not tend to scream very often. Or plan on starting to scream very often.”

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Halloween Ask Game

🍭Pumpkin: Are you loved?

👻Ghost: If you could haunt someone and know their every move, who would it be?

🎃Vampire: What gives you power?

🍭Cider: Sugar or murder?

👻Haunted: Do you think anyone’s following you right now?

🎃Witch: What insult makes your blood boil?

🍭Black Cat: Aw, look the shadow likes you. Do you prefer shadows or sunlight?

👻Graveyard: Are you afraid of your own death?

🎃Abyssal Chicken: How intimidating do you think you are?

🍭Zombie: So, how dead are you really?

👻Demon: What is one thing, if anything, that you would sell your soul to own?

🎃Bat: Would you rather sleep upside down or be able to scream and know where things are?

🍭Candy Apple: What is your favourite season?

👻Cauldron: If you could make one thing in fantastically perfect, what would you do?

🎃Corn Maze: Are you lost? In yourself? In the world? I think you’re lost.

🍭Werewolf: If you could rename the Moon, what would you call it?

👻Cemetery: Are you afraid of someone else dying?

🎃Shifter: If you could permanently change your shape to anything what would it be?

🍭Beholder: Do you want to be truly seen or do you only want to see other people?

👻Hell Hound: If you could domesticate any aberration or beastie which would you choose?

🎃Chilly Air: Do you prefer to be warm, cold, or decomposing?

🍭Sweaters: Do you long to be comfortable?

👻Hot Tea: What is your drink of choice?

🎃Ratsel: Have you really not figured it out yet?

🍭Cinnamon: I guess you haven’t. Best of luck!