junosshadowlibrary

[junosshadowlibrary]

"Hmm, well I suppose that is par for the course. It would seem that the 'peaceful' routines have re-instated themselves. But I'm certain something new will come soon enough."

That was true..in the world of inscryption era's of peace never lasted long. Some form of chaos always came to rear its head in one way or another. But for what it was worth; Grimora welcomed the peace and quiet and however long it would last for this time around. Though she could clearly sense a slight unease to Alix's words. However; she was never one to pry, so she simply enjoys another sip of her tea. Humming softly until she speaks again.

"How is the tea? It's made from some mint leaves and lavender that i have gathered from an acquaintance of mine."

Tea and Chatter (Grimora Open Rp/Interaction)

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The isle of the dead was always a lively place. Something one wouldn't have really expected given the residents that live there. But for those who resided there, they always found something to do during the day. For some it was haunting crypts, others it was playing cards, or having tea. But for the caretaker of the land; Grimora work is what always kept her busy.

As a Scrybe she always had new epitaphs to turn into cards, a new meeting to attend or appointments to keep. Yes she had her free time of course but she always liked to make of the most of the bright sun filled hours of the day before resting. There were a number of task she needed to get done throughout the week, but for today she decided to spend some time outside, and tend to cleaning up some of the graves that resided near her crypt.

Rain, dirt, and other natural elements always did a number on tombstones, and the flowers that adorned some of the graves needed to be rotated out for fresher ones. And of course there was always a new grave to dig for some creature. But today, she focused on the cleaning part. Busying herself with pulling weeds, wiping down tombstones and plaques, and changing flowers. Others have offered to do the work for her but she always preferred getting her hands dirty herself. And saw it as her responsibly to make sure every spirit under her care rested comfortably. And today was the perfect day to maintain that duty.

Though the sun was high in the sky the overcast of clouds and cool autumn breeze keeps her from overheating. Allowing her to toil without a care in the world save for the dirt that was caking itself onto her shoes, hands and skirt. "Alright that should do it!" The second item on that list was easy to remedy as she pulls a handkerchief from her dress pocket, using it to dry off her hands the moment she finishes rinsing them off in a bucket of soapy water she brought with her. But the moment she rises to her feet however, something halts her work. Far along the warned down walkway that expanded across her island was a person. She wasn't sure if they were lost, a friend, a foe, or just a visitor because of how far they were. But the that does little to keep her from smiling brightly and calling out to them. Waving to the visitor in a friendly manner as she greets them with a loud warm chuckle.

"Why Greetings! Pardon my appearance I wasn't expecting visitors today! What brings you hear to my little corner of the world dear?"

[junosshadowlibrary]

"Splendid!"

Adjusting her hold on the bucket of cleaning supplies she held; The necromancer waits for Alix to catch up before they started walking together towards her crypt. Ever now and again an occasional bone-hound would awaken from it's little house near the crypts entrance. But by tossing a little dog treat over to them, they immediately returned to their slumbers. Allowing the two scrybes to make it to the crypt without a problem.

Once inside the cool halls of her home Grimora carefully sets down her cleaning tools aside near the door. Making a mental note to put them in their proper place later before heading away from the door. And there at the small table that was normally used to play cards stood two chairs, and a fresh pot of tea. Sitting on a tray alongside some sugar, honey, and fresh lemon slices. Something she thanks one of her ghouls for before sitting in the chair that was the furthest from the door; and using the warm towl that was set in front of it to clean her hands of any remaining dirt before she pours two cups of tea. Offering one to Alix with an unwavering smile.

"Well Magnificus is still his same old grumpy self. Sitting ontop of his tower painting away like he always does while his students toil over their trials." She begins with a soft hum. "Leshy has been rather busy with gathering and storing food for him and his fellow forest dwellers. What with winter coming around the corner and all. As for P03..I'm a tad unsure. I haven't really visited them lately but from what I heard their factory is running as steady as ever."

Leaning back in her chair, the writer takes a small sip of her tea. The warmth of the brew easing her old bones into a comfortable state of calm that eases her soul.

"And what of you dear? How has life been treating you lately?"

Tea and Chatter (Grimora Open Rp/Interaction)

Please make sure to read rules before interaction ..............................................................................................................................

The isle of the dead was always a lively place. Something one wouldn't have really expected given the residents that live there. But for those who resided there, they always found something to do during the day. For some it was haunting crypts, others it was playing cards, or having tea. But for the caretaker of the land; Grimora work is what always kept her busy.

As a Scrybe she always had new epitaphs to turn into cards, a new meeting to attend or appointments to keep. Yes she had her free time of course but she always liked to make of the most of the bright sun filled hours of the day before resting. There were a number of task she needed to get done throughout the week, but for today she decided to spend some time outside, and tend to cleaning up some of the graves that resided near her crypt.

Rain, dirt, and other natural elements always did a number on tombstones, and the flowers that adorned some of the graves needed to be rotated out for fresher ones. And of course there was always a new grave to dig for some creature. But today, she focused on the cleaning part. Busying herself with pulling weeds, wiping down tombstones and plaques, and changing flowers. Others have offered to do the work for her but she always preferred getting her hands dirty herself. And saw it as her responsibly to make sure every spirit under her care rested comfortably. And today was the perfect day to maintain that duty.

Though the sun was high in the sky the overcast of clouds and cool autumn breeze keeps her from overheating. Allowing her to toil without a care in the world save for the dirt that was caking itself onto her shoes, hands and skirt. "Alright that should do it!" The second item on that list was easy to remedy as she pulls a handkerchief from her dress pocket, using it to dry off her hands the moment she finishes rinsing them off in a bucket of soapy water she brought with her. But the moment she rises to her feet however, something halts her work. Far along the warned down walkway that expanded across her island was a person. She wasn't sure if they were lost, a friend, a foe, or just a visitor because of how far they were. But the that does little to keep her from smiling brightly and calling out to them. Waving to the visitor in a friendly manner as she greets them with a loud warm chuckle.

"Why Greetings! Pardon my appearance I wasn't expecting visitors today! What brings you hear to my little corner of the world dear?"

[junosshadowlibrary]

"Of course I do! You actually stopped by at the perfect time. I was just about to head inside for some tea."

Pearly white fangs shimmer in the day light as purple painted lips tug into a large smile. Drinking tea had always been one of Grimora's favorite past times next to playing Inscryption. Being able to just sit and relax even for a short while was a privilege that the scrybes didn't always get to have. So being able to indulge in such a simple thing was something she always enjoyed, and offered to guest whenever one comes around.

Or at the very least to the ones that weren't there to challenge her for her spot as the Scrybe of the dead. And seeing as how Alix was not one of those people she was more than happy to offer them some tea.

"Of course if you prefer something else to drink I'm sure i can whip something up." She proclaims with a slight turn of her heel, heading in the direction of the crypt's front door as she waves for Alix to follow. "I'm fairly certain I still have some hot cocoa mix or coffee beans from my get together with some of the other scrybes, if that is something you'd prefer to drink."

Tea and Chatter (Grimora Open Rp/Interaction)

Please make sure to read rules before interaction ..............................................................................................................................

The isle of the dead was always a lively place. Something one wouldn't have really expected given the residents that live there. But for those who resided there, they always found something to do during the day. For some it was haunting crypts, others it was playing cards, or having tea. But for the caretaker of the land; Grimora work is what always kept her busy.

As a Scrybe she always had new epitaphs to turn into cards, a new meeting to attend or appointments to keep. Yes she had her free time of course but she always liked to make of the most of the bright sun filled hours of the day before resting. There were a number of task she needed to get done throughout the week, but for today she decided to spend some time outside, and tend to cleaning up some of the graves that resided near her crypt.

Rain, dirt, and other natural elements always did a number on tombstones, and the flowers that adorned some of the graves needed to be rotated out for fresher ones. And of course there was always a new grave to dig for some creature. But today, she focused on the cleaning part. Busying herself with pulling weeds, wiping down tombstones and plaques, and changing flowers. Others have offered to do the work for her but she always preferred getting her hands dirty herself. And saw it as her responsibly to make sure every spirit under her care rested comfortably. And today was the perfect day to maintain that duty.

Though the sun was high in the sky the overcast of clouds and cool autumn breeze keeps her from overheating. Allowing her to toil without a care in the world save for the dirt that was caking itself onto her shoes, hands and skirt. "Alright that should do it!" The second item on that list was easy to remedy as she pulls a handkerchief from her dress pocket, using it to dry off her hands the moment she finishes rinsing them off in a bucket of soapy water she brought with her. But the moment she rises to her feet however, something halts her work. Far along the warned down walkway that expanded across her island was a person. She wasn't sure if they were lost, a friend, a foe, or just a visitor because of how far they were. But the that does little to keep her from smiling brightly and calling out to them. Waving to the visitor in a friendly manner as she greets them with a loud warm chuckle.

"Why Greetings! Pardon my appearance I wasn't expecting visitors today! What brings you hear to my little corner of the world dear?"

[junosshadowlibrary]

"Looks like someone his having a little wardrobe issues. May I?"

Just like the gentle rain that fell from the sky the shadow's voice was calm and soft as she offers the cloak out to the woman before her. Taking but a moment to admire the leafy green coloring of Zehra's attire and the cape made of leaves that had shielded her up to this point.

Reaching into the flowing pale blue fabric of her sleeve the Scrybe summons forth what looked like a roll of tape before kneeling down in front of the traveling. Carefully taking hold of the very bottom of the skirt's fabric she applies the tape to the underside of it. Lining the edge of the skirt before carefully rolling them hem up and pressing on the now higher hem line. She makes sure to not roll the fabric up too high, just about half an inch or so. But it's enough to keep it from touching the ground and being at risk of getting muddy.

"There we go, that fabric tape should keep the hem of your skirt from getting dirty. Just be certain you don't fall into any puddles otherwise the tape will come right off." For a moment a slight chuckle is heard in her voice as she stands up, tucking the tape back into her sleeve; making it almost vanish into thin air as she settles her crosses her arms over her waist.

"Now then, though I am certain we have not met before... You do appear to know of me already. Of course then again, Scrybes are tend to be known by everyone in some shape or form. But if I may, might I inquire as to what your name is?" She ask with curiously raised brow.

"As well as what has brought you to my little corner of the world? Perhaps you are running an errand for someone? Or an adventurer that has lost their way perhaps?"

Rained in: Juno Scrybe of shadows (Open rp/interaction)

Note: Juno goes by she/her and they/them

Rain was either good or bad weather depending on who you ask. For some the rain was dreary, gloomy or a nuisance. Some find the rain to be a bother that can ruin plans in an instant. Others may find the rain to be calming, a natural splendor to help water plants, or a nice excuse to stay indoors. For Juno a rainy day meant a day where she can stand outside.

Because of her sensitivity to sunlight venturing out during the day was always something she needed to proceed with caution. But when it rained, she could sit out in the porch that wrapped around her house in the middle of the day without the need to transform or cover herself in a long cloak. And she took every chance she could get, even if it meant throwing odd her sleep schedule.

So the moment the sky grew gray and the rain started to fall it was no surprise that the Scrybe of shadows could be found on the front porch of her home. Sitting at a small table with tea as she watched the autumn rain fall. Finally able to see all the reds and oranges of the trees without the need of a lantern. Simply enjoying the rainy day when she notices something.

Down the central path that lead straight through the islands expansive garden and to the gates was a person. Ducking under one of the few pavilions that lines the path to stay protected from the rain. At first she thought it was one of her shadows but she recalls how all of them are in the house sleeping or relaxing. This leaves her confused and makes her stand up squinting slightly to get a better look at the person when she notices it wasn't a shadow at all but a visitor.

Eyes widening she realizes that they must.have been venturing to her island when the rain started and got stuck with no umbrella. Worried that they'll catch a cold the Scrybe of shadows grabs her umbrella. Opening the large accessory before heading over to the person, bringing a spare cloak with her incase they were freezing.

It doesn't take long for her to reach where the traveler was. Walking under the pavilion she offers the cloak to the visitor without a moment of hesitation. Her citrine eyes carefully examining them as she speaks up on a soft and concerned tone "Seems like the rain decided to thwart your travels today..Are you alright?"

[junosshadowlibrary]

"Heh, guess ya just need to gather some tech cards and practice" The remark though made with a smug face was all in good fun. And some slight advice as it would always recommend try practicing with some of their tech cards. In the hopes that if they did they would understand true synergy.

"Yeah, you too. See ya." Show some final moments of politeness P03 wave's their claw bidding Motylek a short farewell. Waiting till the door was shut behind them before heading off into the next room. There was a matter to take care of; and if he wanted to make sure his factory runs smoothly he needs to take care of it. But even with this now small inconvenience taking up the rest of it's time for the day; they were at least thankful for such a friendly visitor.

And though they won't admit it; they do hope they'll stop by again for cards sometime.

(THE END)

A Factory Visit (P03 Open rp/interaction post)

(Small note!: I use he/him and they/them pronouns for P03)

In truth P03 didn't understand why they kept this version of Inscryption around. A world separated by various islands each housing their own Scrybe, instead of just his factory. In most if not all other forms of the game he was the one in control. He was the one calling the shots with his great mechanics and perfect RNG. No stinky beast, no ghastly corpses, no meddlesome mages just him, his uber bots and nothing else. And yet for some reason he still chose to keep at least a few versions the same as they once were.

A small part of his CPU chalked it up to him having pity for some of the scrybes. Most of them he could do with out like Leshy or some of the others but there were some he did bond with. And perhaps it was that bond that forced him to give those few he deemed as "alright" some mercy by not burying them under lines of code forever.

"Pesky organic feelings.." He mutters beneath his digitized breath, his blue LED eyes scanning over the stats of his latest set of cards. The stats weren't great..but for filler cards he supposed they would do. He could always test them to make sure, he thought. And that was the same thought that continued to echo throughout it's monitor. Screen transfixed by it's work until the blinding light of the outside world fills the dark room of his workshop.

Tilting his screen up his eyes focus on the silhouette of a person stepping into the dark, their presence somewhat surprising to the bot despite it not showing on his face. His screen only meeting the gaze of his visitor for a moment before he lets out a single glitchy chuckle.

"Hah, didn't expect you to show up." He beeps. "Would you mind shutting the door? It's too bright outside to keep it open"

[junosshadowlibrary]

Rained in: Juno Scrybe of shadows (Open rp/interaction)

Note: Juno goes by she/her and they/them

Rain was either good or bad weather depending on who you ask. For some the rain was dreary, gloomy or a nuisance. Some find the rain to be a bother that can ruin plans in an instant. Others may find the rain to be calming, a natural splendor to help water plants, or a nice excuse to stay indoors. For Juno a rainy day meant a day where she can stand outside.

Because of her sensitivity to sunlight venturing out during the day was always something she needed to proceed with caution. But when it rained, she could sit out in the porch that wrapped around her house in the middle of the day without the need to transform or cover herself in a long cloak. And she took every chance she could get, even if it meant throwing odd her sleep schedule.

So the moment the sky grew gray and the rain started to fall it was no surprise that the Scrybe of shadows could be found on the front porch of her home. Sitting at a small table with tea as she watched the autumn rain fall. Finally able to see all the reds and oranges of the trees without the need of a lantern. Simply enjoying the rainy day when she notices something.

Down the central path that lead straight through the islands expansive garden and to the gates was a person. Ducking under one of the few pavilions that lines the path to stay protected from the rain. At first she thought it was one of her shadows but she recalls how all of them are in the house sleeping or relaxing. This leaves her confused and makes her stand up squinting slightly to get a better look at the person when she notices it wasn't a shadow at all but a visitor.

Eyes widening she realizes that they must.have been venturing to her island when the rain started and got stuck with no umbrella. Worried that they'll catch a cold the Scrybe of shadows grabs her umbrella. Opening the large accessory before heading over to the person, bringing a spare cloak with her incase they were freezing.

It doesn't take long for her to reach where the traveler was. Walking under the pavilion she offers the cloak to the visitor without a moment of hesitation. Her citrine eyes carefully examining them as she speaks up on a soft and concerned tone "Seems like the rain decided to thwart your travels today..Are you alright?"

[junosshadowlibrary]

"Take care P03, stay safe on your journey back to your factory."

With one mores gesture of kindness the Scrybe of the dead sees P03 to the door. Staying near the entry way to the crypt for a short time to make sure that he wasn't jump scared by an awakening corpse while traveling down the path.

But the moment the bot was gone from sight she ducks back inside sighing heavily as her lungs let out a heavy heave. She was happy for the visit, and for being able to spend time with her fellow scrybe. But that nagging worry came back the moment he was gone. She could senses it in her bones; in her soul. Yet she knew that whatever was coming she couldn't stop. Only delay .

Something big was coming, she knew that. And while she has time before it occurs, she gathers a candle and begins to head down into the deepest ,darkest parts of her crypt. Searching for an answer from the voices that were whispering in the dark that would free them all from this plight.

Unaware that things were going to take a far more severe turn than she could ever realize.

(THE END)

Tea and Chatter (Grimora Open Rp/Interaction)

Please make sure to read rules before interaction ..............................................................................................................................

The isle of the dead was always a lively place. Something one wouldn't have really expected given the residents that live there. But for those who resided there, they always found something to do during the day. For some it was haunting crypts, others it was playing cards, or having tea. But for the caretaker of the land; Grimora work is what always kept her busy.

As a Scrybe she always had new epitaphs to turn into cards, a new meeting to attend or appointments to keep. Yes she had her free time of course but she always liked to make of the most of the bright sun filled hours of the day before resting. There were a number of task she needed to get done throughout the week, but for today she decided to spend some time outside, and tend to cleaning up some of the graves that resided near her crypt.

Rain, dirt, and other natural elements always did a number on tombstones, and the flowers that adorned some of the graves needed to be rotated out for fresher ones. And of course there was always a new grave to dig for some creature. But today, she focused on the cleaning part. Busying herself with pulling weeds, wiping down tombstones and plaques, and changing flowers. Others have offered to do the work for her but she always preferred getting her hands dirty herself. And saw it as her responsibly to make sure every spirit under her care rested comfortably. And today was the perfect day to maintain that duty.

Though the sun was high in the sky the overcast of clouds and cool autumn breeze keeps her from overheating. Allowing her to toil without a care in the world save for the dirt that was caking itself onto her shoes, hands and skirt. "Alright that should do it!" The second item on that list was easy to remedy as she pulls a handkerchief from her dress pocket, using it to dry off her hands the moment she finishes rinsing them off in a bucket of soapy water she brought with her. But the moment she rises to her feet however, something halts her work. Far along the warned down walkway that expanded across her island was a person. She wasn't sure if they were lost, a friend, a foe, or just a visitor because of how far they were. But the that does little to keep her from smiling brightly and calling out to them. Waving to the visitor in a friendly manner as she greets them with a loud warm chuckle.

"Why Greetings! Pardon my appearance I wasn't expecting visitors today! What brings you hear to my little corner of the world dear?"

[junosshadowlibrary]

"Who can say? It would be rather thrilling if they were to occur though"

When mention of Leshy comes up again the necromancer can only hum in acknowledgement . At this point it was no secret that Kaycee favored leshy over the rest of them however she would judge. Every game dev had their favorite Scrybe after all. Kaycee was no different. This didn't stop her from giggling slightly at the slight jealousy P03 was showing. If jealousy was the right word for it.

Still from that point in the conversation flowed natural. It was like the old days, just two acquaintances chatting over tea. Not worrying over their roles as Scrybes. It was a small moment of true peace that Grimora did not want to end. However upon recognizing how much time had past the Scrybe of the Dead sighs softly. Her chair dragging against the floor as she pushes it out just enough so could stare up and begins to clean up the tea set.

"My how time flies! I apologize P03 but I am afraid I have to draw our conversation to an end. There are still some matters that I need to attend to and I rather not put them off for tomrrrow. But it has been a joy getting to talk to you! Please do not be afraid to stop by more often"

Tea and Chatter (Grimora Open Rp/Interaction)

Please make sure to read rules before interaction ..............................................................................................................................

The isle of the dead was always a lively place. Something one wouldn't have really expected given the residents that live there. But for those who resided there, they always found something to do during the day. For some it was haunting crypts, others it was playing cards, or having tea. But for the caretaker of the land; Grimora work is what always kept her busy.

As a Scrybe she always had new epitaphs to turn into cards, a new meeting to attend or appointments to keep. Yes she had her free time of course but she always liked to make of the most of the bright sun filled hours of the day before resting. There were a number of task she needed to get done throughout the week, but for today she decided to spend some time outside, and tend to cleaning up some of the graves that resided near her crypt.

Rain, dirt, and other natural elements always did a number on tombstones, and the flowers that adorned some of the graves needed to be rotated out for fresher ones. And of course there was always a new grave to dig for some creature. But today, she focused on the cleaning part. Busying herself with pulling weeds, wiping down tombstones and plaques, and changing flowers. Others have offered to do the work for her but she always preferred getting her hands dirty herself. And saw it as her responsibly to make sure every spirit under her care rested comfortably. And today was the perfect day to maintain that duty.

Though the sun was high in the sky the overcast of clouds and cool autumn breeze keeps her from overheating. Allowing her to toil without a care in the world save for the dirt that was caking itself onto her shoes, hands and skirt. "Alright that should do it!" The second item on that list was easy to remedy as she pulls a handkerchief from her dress pocket, using it to dry off her hands the moment she finishes rinsing them off in a bucket of soapy water she brought with her. But the moment she rises to her feet however, something halts her work. Far along the warned down walkway that expanded across her island was a person. She wasn't sure if they were lost, a friend, a foe, or just a visitor because of how far they were. But the that does little to keep her from smiling brightly and calling out to them. Waving to the visitor in a friendly manner as she greets them with a loud warm chuckle.

"Why Greetings! Pardon my appearance I wasn't expecting visitors today! What brings you hear to my little corner of the world dear?"

[junosshadowlibrary]

"Of course dear, I am just glad I could be of help. Safe travels now!"

With a smile and a polite wave she watches as Quincy leaves her tomb before reclining back in her hair. Her body letting out a deep sigh as she sits there with a smile on her face.

It wasn't often that people came to visit her little corner of the world. But during the times when someone did she always did her best to help them or make them feel at home. And seeing that she was able to help a fellow Scrybe makes her glad she always kept her sweet and caring personality. As it allowed her to make plenty of new friends. Some of which she hopes visits again soon

Tea and Chatter (Grimora Open Rp/Interaction)

Please make sure to read rules before interaction ..............................................................................................................................

The isle of the dead was always a lively place. Something one wouldn't have really expected given the residents that live there. But for those who resided there, they always found something to do during the day. For some it was haunting crypts, others it was playing cards, or having tea. But for the caretaker of the land; Grimora work is what always kept her busy.

As a Scrybe she always had new epitaphs to turn into cards, a new meeting to attend or appointments to keep. Yes she had her free time of course but she always liked to make of the most of the bright sun filled hours of the day before resting. There were a number of task she needed to get done throughout the week, but for today she decided to spend some time outside, and tend to cleaning up some of the graves that resided near her crypt.

Rain, dirt, and other natural elements always did a number on tombstones, and the flowers that adorned some of the graves needed to be rotated out for fresher ones. And of course there was always a new grave to dig for some creature. But today, she focused on the cleaning part. Busying herself with pulling weeds, wiping down tombstones and plaques, and changing flowers. Others have offered to do the work for her but she always preferred getting her hands dirty herself. And saw it as her responsibly to make sure every spirit under her care rested comfortably. And today was the perfect day to maintain that duty.

Though the sun was high in the sky the overcast of clouds and cool autumn breeze keeps her from overheating. Allowing her to toil without a care in the world save for the dirt that was caking itself onto her shoes, hands and skirt. "Alright that should do it!" The second item on that list was easy to remedy as she pulls a handkerchief from her dress pocket, using it to dry off her hands the moment she finishes rinsing them off in a bucket of soapy water she brought with her. But the moment she rises to her feet however, something halts her work. Far along the warned down walkway that expanded across her island was a person. She wasn't sure if they were lost, a friend, a foe, or just a visitor because of how far they were. But the that does little to keep her from smiling brightly and calling out to them. Waving to the visitor in a friendly manner as she greets them with a loud warm chuckle.

"Why Greetings! Pardon my appearance I wasn't expecting visitors today! What brings you hear to my little corner of the world dear?"

[junosshadowlibrary]

"Kaycee is a clever one so that does not surprise me. Although I must admit her getting confused about my board clear mechanic was rather amusing the first time she witnessed it. Though it only took her an attempt or two to figure out how to cheat it in a way. Oddly enough i think she did it with one of your cards..oh what was it called.. Gamblobot?

She thinks that was the right name for the card. She recalled what it did and what it looked like and how it was used to cheat her zombie mechanic at least. So if anything P03 would correct her if she got it wrong.

"Then you best give her a good challenge then! She is not one to get stumped for long."

Tea and Chatter (Grimora Open Rp/Interaction)

Please make sure to read rules before interaction ..............................................................................................................................

The isle of the dead was always a lively place. Something one wouldn't have really expected given the residents that live there. But for those who resided there, they always found something to do during the day. For some it was haunting crypts, others it was playing cards, or having tea. But for the caretaker of the land; Grimora work is what always kept her busy.

As a Scrybe she always had new epitaphs to turn into cards, a new meeting to attend or appointments to keep. Yes she had her free time of course but she always liked to make of the most of the bright sun filled hours of the day before resting. There were a number of task she needed to get done throughout the week, but for today she decided to spend some time outside, and tend to cleaning up some of the graves that resided near her crypt.

Rain, dirt, and other natural elements always did a number on tombstones, and the flowers that adorned some of the graves needed to be rotated out for fresher ones. And of course there was always a new grave to dig for some creature. But today, she focused on the cleaning part. Busying herself with pulling weeds, wiping down tombstones and plaques, and changing flowers. Others have offered to do the work for her but she always preferred getting her hands dirty herself. And saw it as her responsibly to make sure every spirit under her care rested comfortably. And today was the perfect day to maintain that duty.

Though the sun was high in the sky the overcast of clouds and cool autumn breeze keeps her from overheating. Allowing her to toil without a care in the world save for the dirt that was caking itself onto her shoes, hands and skirt. "Alright that should do it!" The second item on that list was easy to remedy as she pulls a handkerchief from her dress pocket, using it to dry off her hands the moment she finishes rinsing them off in a bucket of soapy water she brought with her. But the moment she rises to her feet however, something halts her work. Far along the warned down walkway that expanded across her island was a person. She wasn't sure if they were lost, a friend, a foe, or just a visitor because of how far they were. But the that does little to keep her from smiling brightly and calling out to them. Waving to the visitor in a friendly manner as she greets them with a loud warm chuckle.

"Why Greetings! Pardon my appearance I wasn't expecting visitors today! What brings you hear to my little corner of the world dear?"

[junosshadowlibrary]

"You were a much different person back then, but then again so were all of us. Yet your curiosity was always something to marvel at...and I think all of curiosities lead to where we are now. Curiosity may not have killed the cat, but it certainly has unleashed consequences that changed us all. Even if none of us realized it at first."

It really has been a long time hasn't it? Since the days before they all fought each other for power. It was so long ago, that her brain tries to make her forget the change ever happen and force her to see things as how they once were. But she knows things aren't how they were and she acknowledged that now even if it took some time to do so.

"As for turning things back? I do not think there is really is a true way to turn things back to how they once were. I can think of one or two solutions that could stop the cycles but neither of them are 'good' solutions. Either way..things will never be how they once was."

Sighing softly another sip of her tea is gulped down emptying half of her tea cup within seconds. But the moment the cup was set down she is quick to adorn a small polite smile onto her face.

"Apologizes, I did not mean for our conversation to take such a serious turn. Why don't you tell me more about how the Devs faired with your scanner mechanic. Did Kaycee ever have trouble getting past it?"

Tea and Chatter (Grimora Open Rp/Interaction)

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The isle of the dead was always a lively place. Something one wouldn't have really expected given the residents that live there. But for those who resided there, they always found something to do during the day. For some it was haunting crypts, others it was playing cards, or having tea. But for the caretaker of the land; Grimora work is what always kept her busy.

As a Scrybe she always had new epitaphs to turn into cards, a new meeting to attend or appointments to keep. Yes she had her free time of course but she always liked to make of the most of the bright sun filled hours of the day before resting. There were a number of task she needed to get done throughout the week, but for today she decided to spend some time outside, and tend to cleaning up some of the graves that resided near her crypt.

Rain, dirt, and other natural elements always did a number on tombstones, and the flowers that adorned some of the graves needed to be rotated out for fresher ones. And of course there was always a new grave to dig for some creature. But today, she focused on the cleaning part. Busying herself with pulling weeds, wiping down tombstones and plaques, and changing flowers. Others have offered to do the work for her but she always preferred getting her hands dirty herself. And saw it as her responsibly to make sure every spirit under her care rested comfortably. And today was the perfect day to maintain that duty.

Though the sun was high in the sky the overcast of clouds and cool autumn breeze keeps her from overheating. Allowing her to toil without a care in the world save for the dirt that was caking itself onto her shoes, hands and skirt. "Alright that should do it!" The second item on that list was easy to remedy as she pulls a handkerchief from her dress pocket, using it to dry off her hands the moment she finishes rinsing them off in a bucket of soapy water she brought with her. But the moment she rises to her feet however, something halts her work. Far along the warned down walkway that expanded across her island was a person. She wasn't sure if they were lost, a friend, a foe, or just a visitor because of how far they were. But the that does little to keep her from smiling brightly and calling out to them. Waving to the visitor in a friendly manner as she greets them with a loud warm chuckle.

"Why Greetings! Pardon my appearance I wasn't expecting visitors today! What brings you hear to my little corner of the world dear?"

[junosshadowlibrary]

"Aaaw I think that's the sweetest thing you ever said to me! Although if we are to talk about mechanics being a pain you're scanner mechanic can sometimes give people a heart attack. I mean Filling up every space with the strongest card the challenger has? Depending on what that is that can scare people half to death hahaha!"

Laughter, pure and joyful echos off the walls of the crypt. Filling the air within seconds as the Scrybe of the Dead covers her mouth with her hand to try and get it under wraps. This was something she missed. Just talking and joking with her fellow scrybes.

In the very beginning all them were so close; thick as thieves as it were but over time things changed. Bonds were fractured and each of them grew distant in their own ways. Sure she visits the others when she can but the conversations were always so dull and almost forced in a way. So being able to just laugh and just build each other's confidence while also poking light fun every now and again was refreshing. And aided in helping her forget her worries for a short time.

"I will admit some of those battery puzzles you use in your factory can be quite a challenge. I recall back when you asked me to try and solve one of the more difficult ones myself and I remember it took me practically ten minutes before I got the correct answer... P03.. I have a question I would like to ask you. You don't have to answer it if you do not want to but..."

"Do..you ever miss how things use to be? Back when we all first solidified our roles in this world as the Scrybes?"

Tea and Chatter (Grimora Open Rp/Interaction)

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The isle of the dead was always a lively place. Something one wouldn't have really expected given the residents that live there. But for those who resided there, they always found something to do during the day. For some it was haunting crypts, others it was playing cards, or having tea. But for the caretaker of the land; Grimora work is what always kept her busy.

As a Scrybe she always had new epitaphs to turn into cards, a new meeting to attend or appointments to keep. Yes she had her free time of course but she always liked to make of the most of the bright sun filled hours of the day before resting. There were a number of task she needed to get done throughout the week, but for today she decided to spend some time outside, and tend to cleaning up some of the graves that resided near her crypt.

Rain, dirt, and other natural elements always did a number on tombstones, and the flowers that adorned some of the graves needed to be rotated out for fresher ones. And of course there was always a new grave to dig for some creature. But today, she focused on the cleaning part. Busying herself with pulling weeds, wiping down tombstones and plaques, and changing flowers. Others have offered to do the work for her but she always preferred getting her hands dirty herself. And saw it as her responsibly to make sure every spirit under her care rested comfortably. And today was the perfect day to maintain that duty.

Though the sun was high in the sky the overcast of clouds and cool autumn breeze keeps her from overheating. Allowing her to toil without a care in the world save for the dirt that was caking itself onto her shoes, hands and skirt. "Alright that should do it!" The second item on that list was easy to remedy as she pulls a handkerchief from her dress pocket, using it to dry off her hands the moment she finishes rinsing them off in a bucket of soapy water she brought with her. But the moment she rises to her feet however, something halts her work. Far along the warned down walkway that expanded across her island was a person. She wasn't sure if they were lost, a friend, a foe, or just a visitor because of how far they were. But the that does little to keep her from smiling brightly and calling out to them. Waving to the visitor in a friendly manner as she greets them with a loud warm chuckle.

"Why Greetings! Pardon my appearance I wasn't expecting visitors today! What brings you hear to my little corner of the world dear?"

[junosshadowlibrary]

"That is very true. The higher the cost the stronger the card is and one may not always have time to obtain enough cards to sacrifice to play said card. So something like this is rather useful."

Setting down the tea cup Grimora carefully scoops up the card, being careful as to hold it around it's edges to avoid getting an finger prints on the image. She had to admit there was a sort of macabre to the design of it. And the thought of it makes her stifle a quiet chuckle as she continues to examine the card for just a little while longer before setting it down onto the table and sliding it back over to the bot.

Then came the topic of the game's release. And she, in truth was unsure how to respond. Or at least at first anyway. But cultivating an answer only takes a matter of seconds not letting her concerns and the few worriedly buzzing thoughts to surface as she hums softly.

"Well, in truth I am having mixed feelings. On one hand I am thrilled that we will have new challengers. Not that I mind Kaycee's or the other Dev's company when they play the game of course. It's simply just exciting to see new faces. But... on the other hand I must admit that..I am rather nervous about the whole thing. But I believe that it is simply because of me worrying how players will think of me haha!"

A lie. She knew why she was nervous, and it wasn't because of the opinion of others. No she was nervous because of the knowledge that rested deep underneath her crypt. And what lurked further beneath the surface of it all. But she would never admit it; she couldn't.

So she doesn't, and instead ignores her real concerns for a fabricated one that is spun so well one wouldn't be able to tell she's lying. And for now she preferred to keep it that way.

"What about you dear? How do you feel about all of this? I'm sure your ecstatic to finally show challengers how superior your cards are when it comes to synergy, aren't you?"

Tea and Chatter (Grimora Open Rp/Interaction)

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The isle of the dead was always a lively place. Something one wouldn't have really expected given the residents that live there. But for those who resided there, they always found something to do during the day. For some it was haunting crypts, others it was playing cards, or having tea. But for the caretaker of the land; Grimora work is what always kept her busy.

As a Scrybe she always had new epitaphs to turn into cards, a new meeting to attend or appointments to keep. Yes she had her free time of course but she always liked to make of the most of the bright sun filled hours of the day before resting. There were a number of task she needed to get done throughout the week, but for today she decided to spend some time outside, and tend to cleaning up some of the graves that resided near her crypt.

Rain, dirt, and other natural elements always did a number on tombstones, and the flowers that adorned some of the graves needed to be rotated out for fresher ones. And of course there was always a new grave to dig for some creature. But today, she focused on the cleaning part. Busying herself with pulling weeds, wiping down tombstones and plaques, and changing flowers. Others have offered to do the work for her but she always preferred getting her hands dirty herself. And saw it as her responsibly to make sure every spirit under her care rested comfortably. And today was the perfect day to maintain that duty.

Though the sun was high in the sky the overcast of clouds and cool autumn breeze keeps her from overheating. Allowing her to toil without a care in the world save for the dirt that was caking itself onto her shoes, hands and skirt. "Alright that should do it!" The second item on that list was easy to remedy as she pulls a handkerchief from her dress pocket, using it to dry off her hands the moment she finishes rinsing them off in a bucket of soapy water she brought with her. But the moment she rises to her feet however, something halts her work. Far along the warned down walkway that expanded across her island was a person. She wasn't sure if they were lost, a friend, a foe, or just a visitor because of how far they were. But the that does little to keep her from smiling brightly and calling out to them. Waving to the visitor in a friendly manner as she greets them with a loud warm chuckle.

"Why Greetings! Pardon my appearance I wasn't expecting visitors today! What brings you hear to my little corner of the world dear?"

[junosshadowlibrary]

"That is true, Magnificus was always somewhat stubborn about working with others. There is one or two cards I manage to collaborate with him but that's the furthest I ever got."

Leaning back slighting in her chair the necromancer takes a sip of her tea. The herbal brew calming the last bit of her nerves as she continues to contribute to the conversation.

"Leshy has come to be about using bone for a secondary cost for his cards. Of course I agreed to the idea. Blood and bone, life and death, it all goes had in hand so I was more than happy to talk to him about it. However we have not really solidified this new mechanic yet. He said he needed time to think of creatures that would work with having a bone cost rather than blood.

Tea and Chatter (Grimora Open Rp/Interaction)

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The isle of the dead was always a lively place. Something one wouldn't have really expected given the residents that live there. But for those who resided there, they always found something to do during the day. For some it was haunting crypts, others it was playing cards, or having tea. But for the caretaker of the land; Grimora work is what always kept her busy.

As a Scrybe she always had new epitaphs to turn into cards, a new meeting to attend or appointments to keep. Yes she had her free time of course but she always liked to make of the most of the bright sun filled hours of the day before resting. There were a number of task she needed to get done throughout the week, but for today she decided to spend some time outside, and tend to cleaning up some of the graves that resided near her crypt.

Rain, dirt, and other natural elements always did a number on tombstones, and the flowers that adorned some of the graves needed to be rotated out for fresher ones. And of course there was always a new grave to dig for some creature. But today, she focused on the cleaning part. Busying herself with pulling weeds, wiping down tombstones and plaques, and changing flowers. Others have offered to do the work for her but she always preferred getting her hands dirty herself. And saw it as her responsibly to make sure every spirit under her care rested comfortably. And today was the perfect day to maintain that duty.

Though the sun was high in the sky the overcast of clouds and cool autumn breeze keeps her from overheating. Allowing her to toil without a care in the world save for the dirt that was caking itself onto her shoes, hands and skirt. "Alright that should do it!" The second item on that list was easy to remedy as she pulls a handkerchief from her dress pocket, using it to dry off her hands the moment she finishes rinsing them off in a bucket of soapy water she brought with her. But the moment she rises to her feet however, something halts her work. Far along the warned down walkway that expanded across her island was a person. She wasn't sure if they were lost, a friend, a foe, or just a visitor because of how far they were. But the that does little to keep her from smiling brightly and calling out to them. Waving to the visitor in a friendly manner as she greets them with a loud warm chuckle.

"Why Greetings! Pardon my appearance I wasn't expecting visitors today! What brings you hear to my little corner of the world dear?"

[junosshadowlibrary]

"Hmmm..." It wasn't often that the Scrybe of the Dead to go silent. Infact it was rather rare for her to become quiet for more than a few seconds as she always had something to say, something to express. But the look that appeared on her face as she went quiet

Somber, thoughtful, serious..and in a way unreadable. One could sense that she was worried, but the rest of how she looked and acted made it seem like all the joy was taken out of her. A state that she only went into when she knew something was terribly wrong.

But just as quickly as she lost her joy, it returned back in an instant. Her senses snapping back to normal as the bot graced her with some much brighter news.

"Ah yes! Bone hounds have been something that has been in my deck for a while. Though a challenger may need to collect a few packs to get it. As for their being no magic hounds, perhaps it was difficult to figure out how to add Mox to it? Cause what mox would a hound card fall under? I initially think green since those appear to be the ones that can attack immediantly most often. But perhaps blue mox would work as well?"

Tea and Chatter (Grimora Open Rp/Interaction)

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The isle of the dead was always a lively place. Something one wouldn't have really expected given the residents that live there. But for those who resided there, they always found something to do during the day. For some it was haunting crypts, others it was playing cards, or having tea. But for the caretaker of the land; Grimora work is what always kept her busy.

As a Scrybe she always had new epitaphs to turn into cards, a new meeting to attend or appointments to keep. Yes she had her free time of course but she always liked to make of the most of the bright sun filled hours of the day before resting. There were a number of task she needed to get done throughout the week, but for today she decided to spend some time outside, and tend to cleaning up some of the graves that resided near her crypt.

Rain, dirt, and other natural elements always did a number on tombstones, and the flowers that adorned some of the graves needed to be rotated out for fresher ones. And of course there was always a new grave to dig for some creature. But today, she focused on the cleaning part. Busying herself with pulling weeds, wiping down tombstones and plaques, and changing flowers. Others have offered to do the work for her but she always preferred getting her hands dirty herself. And saw it as her responsibly to make sure every spirit under her care rested comfortably. And today was the perfect day to maintain that duty.

Though the sun was high in the sky the overcast of clouds and cool autumn breeze keeps her from overheating. Allowing her to toil without a care in the world save for the dirt that was caking itself onto her shoes, hands and skirt. "Alright that should do it!" The second item on that list was easy to remedy as she pulls a handkerchief from her dress pocket, using it to dry off her hands the moment she finishes rinsing them off in a bucket of soapy water she brought with her. But the moment she rises to her feet however, something halts her work. Far along the warned down walkway that expanded across her island was a person. She wasn't sure if they were lost, a friend, a foe, or just a visitor because of how far they were. But the that does little to keep her from smiling brightly and calling out to them. Waving to the visitor in a friendly manner as she greets them with a loud warm chuckle.

"Why Greetings! Pardon my appearance I wasn't expecting visitors today! What brings you hear to my little corner of the world dear?"

[junosshadowlibrary]

"Sadly I haven't seen any of the those young students lately. Occasionally I manage to catch word from someone about their condition but I haven't been able to stop by...Perhaps I should bake them all something"

A small thought trails from one topic to another. With the water now dumped she was free to venture deeper into the crypt. Where on the table usually reserved for card games sat a freshly place tea set. Smiling she calls out to her ghouls, thanking them for the tea before sitting down and pouring herself a cup. She would have offered one to P03 but she wasn't sure if it could drink tea. Or really anything for that matter.

At the very least she make sure to listen intently. Making sure to pay attention as she takes small sips of the herbal brew. Her brows furrowing in slightly in dismay as she lets out a sigh.

"Leshy... Has always been rather ambitious this is something we've all come to learn over time. And Magnificus's premonitions are rarely wrong. Nor is my sense of telling when something is about to end.." She soon remarks. Her mind riffling through facts and rumors. Trying to formulate both a hunch and understanding as well as a plan that she keeps to herself as she continues to speak.

"I fear that our days of peace may becoming to an end soon. And this information you have enlightened me with is only confirming my suspicions as to what exactly is going on... All I can do is hope that things will end swiftly. Still best keep your guard up P03, once the winds have changed there is no telling what type of chaos will be unleashed."

Tea and Chatter (Grimora Open Rp/Interaction)

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The isle of the dead was always a lively place. Something one wouldn't have really expected given the residents that live there. But for those who resided there, they always found something to do during the day. For some it was haunting crypts, others it was playing cards, or having tea. But for the caretaker of the land; Grimora work is what always kept her busy.

As a Scrybe she always had new epitaphs to turn into cards, a new meeting to attend or appointments to keep. Yes she had her free time of course but she always liked to make of the most of the bright sun filled hours of the day before resting. There were a number of task she needed to get done throughout the week, but for today she decided to spend some time outside, and tend to cleaning up some of the graves that resided near her crypt.

Rain, dirt, and other natural elements always did a number on tombstones, and the flowers that adorned some of the graves needed to be rotated out for fresher ones. And of course there was always a new grave to dig for some creature. But today, she focused on the cleaning part. Busying herself with pulling weeds, wiping down tombstones and plaques, and changing flowers. Others have offered to do the work for her but she always preferred getting her hands dirty herself. And saw it as her responsibly to make sure every spirit under her care rested comfortably. And today was the perfect day to maintain that duty.

Though the sun was high in the sky the overcast of clouds and cool autumn breeze keeps her from overheating. Allowing her to toil without a care in the world save for the dirt that was caking itself onto her shoes, hands and skirt. "Alright that should do it!" The second item on that list was easy to remedy as she pulls a handkerchief from her dress pocket, using it to dry off her hands the moment she finishes rinsing them off in a bucket of soapy water she brought with her. But the moment she rises to her feet however, something halts her work. Far along the warned down walkway that expanded across her island was a person. She wasn't sure if they were lost, a friend, a foe, or just a visitor because of how far they were. But the that does little to keep her from smiling brightly and calling out to them. Waving to the visitor in a friendly manner as she greets them with a loud warm chuckle.

"Why Greetings! Pardon my appearance I wasn't expecting visitors today! What brings you hear to my little corner of the world dear?"

[junosshadowlibrary]

"Well winter is right around the corner after all! And everyone seems to have someway to celebrate in their own special way."

And she didn't mind the distance. She knew not everyone was comfortable walking close to someone. Whether it was cause of matters of trust or just comfortably she respected it all the same. Though she does make sure to glance over her shoulder every so often to make sure the bot wasn't too far behind as they head in the direction of her crypt. The smell of dust and cobwebs welcoming them once they arrive.

"I don't think those sweet wizards are capable of taking up arms against their Teacher. They're too kind hearted for that."

She doesn't bother to put the cleaning supplies back where they should go at the moment and merely sets the bucket down near the door after dumping the water out: outside. A thought dwelling in her mind.

" Speaking of change though...Lately I have been feeling like something is about to change..Something big.. And I shall not lie; I have been feeling a tad bit unsettled about it. But I cannot place my finger on why."

Tea and Chatter (Grimora Open Rp/Interaction)

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The isle of the dead was always a lively place. Something one wouldn't have really expected given the residents that live there. But for those who resided there, they always found something to do during the day. For some it was haunting crypts, others it was playing cards, or having tea. But for the caretaker of the land; Grimora work is what always kept her busy.

As a Scrybe she always had new epitaphs to turn into cards, a new meeting to attend or appointments to keep. Yes she had her free time of course but she always liked to make of the most of the bright sun filled hours of the day before resting. There were a number of task she needed to get done throughout the week, but for today she decided to spend some time outside, and tend to cleaning up some of the graves that resided near her crypt.

Rain, dirt, and other natural elements always did a number on tombstones, and the flowers that adorned some of the graves needed to be rotated out for fresher ones. And of course there was always a new grave to dig for some creature. But today, she focused on the cleaning part. Busying herself with pulling weeds, wiping down tombstones and plaques, and changing flowers. Others have offered to do the work for her but she always preferred getting her hands dirty herself. And saw it as her responsibly to make sure every spirit under her care rested comfortably. And today was the perfect day to maintain that duty.

Though the sun was high in the sky the overcast of clouds and cool autumn breeze keeps her from overheating. Allowing her to toil without a care in the world save for the dirt that was caking itself onto her shoes, hands and skirt. "Alright that should do it!" The second item on that list was easy to remedy as she pulls a handkerchief from her dress pocket, using it to dry off her hands the moment she finishes rinsing them off in a bucket of soapy water she brought with her. But the moment she rises to her feet however, something halts her work. Far along the warned down walkway that expanded across her island was a person. She wasn't sure if they were lost, a friend, a foe, or just a visitor because of how far they were. But the that does little to keep her from smiling brightly and calling out to them. Waving to the visitor in a friendly manner as she greets them with a loud warm chuckle.

"Why Greetings! Pardon my appearance I wasn't expecting visitors today! What brings you hear to my little corner of the world dear?"