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Hi meester bone lord did you get to see the solar eclipse?

"No... But I could feel it."

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"Hmm.... Boop."

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Seiya slips a picture of Narinder from Cult of the Lamb wordlessly.

"I do wonder if this is because I have a ram's skull..."

"In spirit of the game however, smash. I look forward to a dance with death."

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i had the sudden thought of Bone Lord playing Smash or Pass and it's such a funny image to me

send in descriptions or images of characters or things or franchises and I'll have Bone Lord respond with "smash" or "pass"

do not send in real people.

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We need to replace the muffler and the windshield on the car, so I'm opening up a deal and doing avatar/icon commissions of your characters!

You can also access my portfolio and information about other types of commissions here.

They'll cost $25 USD! Which is a deal because I usually price stuff like this (Bust/headshot + clean line work + color + fully shaded) at $50. You're getting it half off!

Avatar size is 500x500 pixels, you can request for them to be resized to a smaller scale.

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//Hello, fabled Lord of Bones! It is I, Arch, the Scrybe of Stars! // I thought of our talk the other day while tending to my astrolabe. How terribly lonely you must be, alone with that wretched Data. // And I wished to ask if you are sequestered to your hidden chambers often, or if you can come and go as you please? // Is your service passive, or are there unseen binds around your cloak?

As with all who find me, we will always meet again. Salutations, Scrybe.

I can roam the map of Inscryption as I please, yet I am both a bound and unbound entity. Worship me, and you worship it.

I don't suppose you're here for a game? Or truth? Red, or blue?"

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Bonelord what is your favorite kind of bone?

"Femur."

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Bone Lord what's your thoughts on technology?

"A powerful tool. A suffocating cage. Corrupting and immortal. Yet, seething with potential."

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“not to be too forward but you seem a little bit…touchy…about leshy. is the feeling mutual, or does the hermit not care?”

I had been his student once, when I was more lowly of a beast. But since I have been rewritten as Bone Lord, many opinions about me have changed. I know not for certain how Leshy regards me, though I assume with disappointment or aggression. I am… just a tool, now. A way to get to the Old_Data. I see no reason for him to care in the same vein that he once had.

There was a small drop to his voice, betraying the hurt that never healed.

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“i was wondering, all the other scrybes have a method to create new cards — be it a camera, brush, what have you. do you have something like that?”

Ritual. A soul is a malleable and adaptable thing, and can live within any vessel. Leshy learned this from me, and thus became the fates of P03, Grimora, and Magnificus-- to be inspirited as beasts before being met with his camera. But make no mistake, inspiriting is my creation, my method. My tool to use as I see fit.

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Made inscryption-tuber cards of me and my friend :]

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the game is known as.

BUCKSHOT ROULETTE

look for a creature known as

THE DEALER

-Interested Individual

I rarely leave my crypt, but how can I deny an opportunity such as this? I fellow deal-maker... I have a feeling we'll see eye to eye.

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there is a game, much like inscryption. it doesn't use cards..but a shotgun.

its a very...very interesting game...i wonder what would happen if...it was exposed to the OLD_DATA.

We could Try something sometime you and i

-A Interested individual

We could indeed....

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if you took over the game like P03 and leshy did...what would your 'cabin' look like?

An interesting thought, if I held any desire for it. Unfortunately Inscryption is nothing but a shell, and the OLD_DATA is its hermit crab. I am responsible for its upkeep and its will, but I am also an extension of it. If I 'took over' as it were, there would be nothing but a blank space, much similar to Inscryption's deletion. Which means, it would be free from its bindings, and have all control. Control that Inscryption's makers sought to seal away using the game as a prison for it.

But, I'll humor you. Heed, a hypothetical answer to your hypothetical question: it would be my crypt, encased in shadow, and bones crunching underfoot. Be mindful of my Children, they are eager to make ritual and appease their lord.

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since the other scrybes have a cool game mechanic...whats yours?

To summon my cards one must pay in sacrifices, which earns Obols. In turn, these Obols can be spent to summon other cards.

What one may have to look out for are the sacrificial altars that may block your path. To remove these, you have to sacrifice a creature with the shown sigil.

I hear that my "mechanic" pairs well with blood and bone decks, but not so much with magic.

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Fanged Deals // Bone Lord fic

This takes place during the time Kaycee plays Inscryption, but just before Leshy takes control of the game. Canon-divergent.

Bone Lord and Leshy make a deal, dancing around the past.

POV: Bone Lord

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The knife dug into the card, and the paper dissolved in a flash of blood. The marked stone cracked and fell apart. A lane had opened up. Obols were offered. A new creature took the stone’s place.

The secluded shadows of the Scrybe’s cabin was a familiar comfort. It did not matter whether I was a lowly beast, or a skull hanging upon the wall. For all modern purposes I am a tool, but the past haunts my mind and dances in my peripherals telling of a time where I could touch these cards with my own hands. Hands that were seen, hands that accepted me for who I had been, once. I yearned to reach into the abysses and take back what was lost from me: a home, a master, and the love of the game. Wide eyes and a bushy tail.

But that is not who I am now. My purpose now wildly differs. I am no longer a child, such innocence has been stripped from me by the code. I grew up too fast, too soon, to fit the role it needed. I have all the time to grieve, and yet I feel nothing at all. Am I meant to? What is the extent that a program can grieve? What would it mean for me to, as one who is synonymous with the evil that lies below? Can an evil be so villainous that it itself suffers?

An impatient hum left my former master, pulling me out of my thoughts. Leshy only liked playing games if they were his own; he does not appreciate that I have left him for my own thoughts.

“You have won,” the withered man reported with a heavy weight to his brow. “What do I owe?”

I watched him in silence for a few long moments. I could feel the animosity radiating from him. There had once been a time where he had enjoyed my presence. Now, I might as well be dead to him, or be nothing more than a prop. There is a common knowledge that he humors me only because I am so intimately entwined with what he seeks: power, the OLD_DATA, the corruption that twists and digs its roots into its own cage like a parasite to its host. I hear it cackling beneath the void like a tell tale heart.

At last, I answered him, “I am to be part of the story. I will not be forgotten.”

“If you hand the OLD_DATA to me, I might consider it.”

I am not surprised by this demand. The OLD_DATA, it does not take, it does not give, but I do. “I will put it in your river, but it will be the Angler’s role to find it, as it always is.”

“But it will be there?”

“When Kaycee comes to play again,” I said, standing from my seat and pulling my cloak around me. “It will be there.”

“I see. And what role in the story do you expect to have?”

“Make me a part of the game. Give me purpose. Offerings are to be made to me and I will give back in kind: boons, to aid those who are worthy. They will find her before long. We do not have much time.”

“You can stop there. I do not need more convincing,” Leshy’s eyes swirled meticulously.

I nodded, acknowledging the deal. My claws clicked against the rough wooden floorboards of his more-than-humble cabin. I stepped into the shadows that marked the exit, though was stopped when Leshy spoke again. “It’s been long since you’ve properly joined my games, but don’t think I will treat you the same as I did back then. I honor your past enough by allowing your image to be used as my side deck, but as the Bone Lord you are no longer a beast. Though,” I could hear his gnarled fingers tap the rickety ole table impatiently, “Return Lichen to me, and things could be different.”

Though I am hollow, and all my flesh and bones are temporary, I felt a deep emptying ache. Loneliness has such bitter fangs, and knows how to alienate me best. I hear the OLD_DATA twisting in Leshy’s walls, whispering, pounding in my ears. It taunts, but it takes more enjoyment in the weight of my chains. Even if I possessed the ability to be Leshy’s student again, I knew it would not allow me.

So I ignored his prayer like the god I am.