#Doc^2 (NPC)

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[visibly dying] Other than my blorbo being massacred y'know i'm having a pretty good time so far. i love that subject two wasn't that kid's dad i really didn't expect them to commit to actual murder by a playable character and her being dug up and re-fed to her brother is kind of metal. Anyway

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Blood in the Water (part 2 )

***

Warm… 

. . .

. . . ..Warm?

Where warm go. Lost. 

Reach. Find. Cold. 

Cold? 

Missing. 

Missing. 

Problem.

With its mind returning quickly to a semi form of consciousness, the strong taste of heavy copper was in her mouth again while her head pounded. 

Her dreams were always rather vivid, bright and detailed, lingering long into the days to come if it was truly striking— for better or worse; but this one was just fuzzy. Lingering as all of the things within its mind were, as the taste in her beak did now. 

Memories turned to dreams tended to bring the taste to her tongue, but it always remembered the context. Its last one— the last one that struck a chord within her, she should clarify— had it almost gagging on the taste of it in her throat. The tea to settle its nerves had been just as much to wash out the pervasive memory of it in her gizzard. But that had been an odd one out; that didn’t happen often (it had actually never happened before, but it had been too busy as of late to truly file that away), and by the time she woke up, the prevalent taste turned into more of a phantom sense. 

Which then raised the question; 

Why could she still taste it?

Blinking to the waking world was always a tad difficult, but the sheets themselves seemed to be sticking to her. Honestly that could be the case if the material was right, and it forced itself to its claws to maneuver off the bed to find — what was she finding. It looked down to find– ah. Pepper. Pepper was gone. .. And the sheets were cold. The spike of anxiety she pushed forcefully down was going to help no one, and she leaned on the side of the bed to see Ulysses near the edge of it (on the floor. Where she had not last seen him.) pulling himself to his feet as well in exhausted confusion. 

“Where’s Pepper?” were the first sleepy words out of the vampire’s mouth. “I felt them leave.. Tripped ‘ver me. Should’ve been back by now.” 

Its heart began to make itself known.

“Why don’t we go find them,” she replied, easily sliding on a calm veneer as sleep began to vanish.

“Mmm,” Ulysses nodded, looking discomfited, standing with intent to search.

Promptly standing herself, they walked out of the captain’s cabin and gave her a very clear reason why liquid metal rested on her tongue.

That was blood. On the deck. The source was an arrow, struck through two unconscious forms.

Frankly, staring at the darkened wood, the crumpled bodies— winged and horned— and the cloaked, masked figures surrounding their forms turning their heads to gaze at itself and Ulysses, should have gotten her moving, but the only thing that resounded in its head was ‘Get out.’

Ulysses, thank God, had more of a head for what to do in that moment.

“Red Dragon!” he called, drawing his daggers even as he did so, and the ship responded; her riggings snaked and shot through the air with the speed of a loosed arrow.

The seconds ticked slow in its mind. She reached for magic to cast to help with the capture, but the figures— the symbol on the back of their cloaks catching her attention with sword, tree, and other minutia all ensconced in a triangle — threw down smoke, obscuring all of the bodies from view.

As it approached the smoke to see if either Ulysses or the ship was fruitful, the riggings pulled back to reveal an empty noose, and the creaks from the floorboard resembled an apology as Ulysses’ eyes peered up through the gloom with a frantic light.

Gone then.

“Shit,” she hissed, and raced to the top of the crow’s nest with a fierce flap of its wings, peering around the ship in an attempt to see where they had teleported off to— because while a teleportation circle could take them anywhere, a spell could only get them so far.

Her eyes alighted easily upon a ship turning into the fog that surrounded the isle, sliding out of view very rapidly, with its much smaller size.

“Itialuit,” she hissed even quieter, quickly rolling through her options. She could track them. The blood on the deck was fresh enough it lingered in its mouth— but maybe..

Enososin hopped off the crow’s nest as Ulysses sped back up from out of the interior of the ship, slitted eyes wild; “Soleil’s fine, everyone else is fine. It’s only—”

“Pepper,” she confirmed, the distress pitching her voice far too high and loud, “Only Pepper and—” someone horned. Someone horned and knew where to try and find them. “Casanova.” 

Whoever they were, they had her friend and Lockwell’s son. 

If she lost either of them, Lockwell was going to set someone on fire.  So many ‘someone’s.

Ulysses was running a hand through curly hair in clear panic as he paced in an extremely short circle— and his eyes widened as he spun towards her again. “The cubes! Blood! The— The Blubes! Maybe he knows!! We could ask?!”

Ask wh—? Wait. That— maybe he could offer a hand? Or at least advise how to find them?

Rapidly, she patted Ulysses’ shoulder in mute agreement— that could work. That might work.

But before anything could come of their shared thought, she heard grumbling and the clunk of heels; its head swiveled towards the sound. Kallstrom. In any other situation it would be rather endearing to see the clearly exhausted Admiral stomp towards them. Glasses off, hair a mess— the remnants of sleep clinging valiantly.

“What in the bloody hell iz goin’ on?” he growled, tiredly eyeing the state of herself and Ulysses with slight distaste.

Well. Time to shatter that with too much honesty at one in the morning. “Pepper got stolen.”

His eyes immediately popped open– all sleepiness gone as his eyes suddenly blazed in the dark. “What?”

She could only give a rushed attempt at a smile that came out as a wide-eyed grimace instead; things to apologize for later.

Ulysses by this point was babbling something incoherent, and she could only respond to him in equal fervor to try and calm the frantic vampire down a tad as she hustled back into the cabin and pulled one of the cubes out of her cloak; they were put in specific pockets, and Davy Jones’ always felt rather antisocial anyways.

Again, again, again, again. Event after event with no reprieve. 

She folded her legs beneath her and landed in a criss-cross as it felt itself connect to the cube.

The last thing from the ship she heard was Kallstrom cry out, “WHAT IS GOING O–” and then it was swallowed by the sound of the sea surrounding her.

The brief all encompassing silence of the sea deafening her was appreciated— the weight of it not fully resting on her, but an echo of it compressed her projected form.

And then she appeared once more, in this shipwreck, looking at the brightly pink haired man laying in a strung together hammock— many eyes locked onto her as soon as it gathered its wits. 

“They took Cassanova,” she blurted, the first thing that came to mind that would reasonably catch his attention.

He looked over far more intently, pushing himself out of a lounge. “What?”

“A couple of cloaked figures— they took them. Out.” She pointed off in the instinctive direction of where the ship had been sailing.

“Cloaked— Did they have a marking? Were they bearing a symbol..?” he rumbled, his shock morphing into recognition and weariness. “A triangle, with a tree, wrapping a—?”

It began cutting her hands in the air— of course he would know exactly what she was talking about when she had just barely started to put the outer edges of the puzzle together— “Yes, yes. Them. They took Pepper and Cass, and we wanted to know how to track them.”

He shook his head. “Just wait.”

“J–” it paused. She had been calming herself down with structuring thoughts but that easily knocked every ounce of excess panic out of her system. 

“‘Wait’. You want us to wait,” she echoed and eyed his relaxed (if not a tad stiff) posture— realizing it was borne of the easy confidence in knowing what was happening. “You’re sure about this. Why?”

“There’s no way to track them,” he grimaced with a vague little snarl on his lip, “I’ve tried. The only way to find them is to be invited or be— well. Invited in another fashion.” Kidnapping. 

It refrained politely from hissing its displeasure of that entire concept, and instead focused on the fact that, apparently, this was an invitation. An unwelcome one, but an invitation nonetheless. Did they mean to strike both of them, or were they aiming for one, and got two birds with one arrow? 

And that brought along another question.

“Why would they want Pepper?” it questioned, rubbing where its temples would be, “I can take a guess as to why they want Cass..”

“He’s my son,” he mumbled in agreement.

“Yes, that’s why,” she gave a nod, and then gesticulated back more emphatically, “But why Pepper?” “I don’t know anything about the moth,” he shrugged, shaking his head with a grimace pulling his mouth, “except that they’re a moth. So I can’t exactly elucidate you as to why.”

“So what about the moth?” He pressed, “Is there anything you can tell me about them?”

“Ahm,” she squinted in thought. What would be relevant to— whatever the hell these people classified as; a cult? “They’re a bloodhunter– a rogue, as well as a noble.”

His head tilted sharply at that. “What House?”

Her brain whirred through conversations these past few weeks. Had they ever mentioned what their House was? Obviously it was the moth one, but … 

Her brain stumbled as it remembered a very small, and familiar mothkin, on the Red Dragon in place of their bombastic bloodhunter, wearing noble regalia, with far too quiet a countenance. 

Ah. 

God. That was right. 

She had been told by Pepper themself, a very very long time ago. It would hedge a metaphorical bet that the mothkin hadn’t figured that out yet, and she did not see a need to bring it up. Maybe one day, they could laugh together about it, but… Gods, she couldn’t even remember what they had told her… It pushed hard at the memory of the sea and of pilfered oranges shared.

The image of a flower, fuzzy in the memory of time came to mind, as did their Sentiero heritage. “..Flores?”

“Ah,” he drawled, “That’ll do it.”

“That’ll—” it stopped before she continued and pinched between her eyes. It was a very human move, but she’d found it was genuinely a good way to reassemble her thoughts. “Do you wish to elaborate on that?”

“I will, but first– what bloodhunter sect are they a part of?” He prompted.

“Mmm— The Order of the Profane Soul?” If she remembered how Pepper’s blood magic worked, from the pieces she’d seen, at the very least. Celestials aligned in blood; they shared a theme. But where was this going? 

“A particular God they worship?” 

“The Dawn Goddess– Eos?” It asked, as if he wouldn’t know Her. Good lord it was out of sorts.

“Oh you’re not getting them back.”

Hm.

She politely refrained from asking him to smash her head in with her father’s hammer.

It was not going to be asking that, because it was not a helpful thought nor question to have nor ask when— even told there was nothing to be done— her mind was in a time crunch; it would get her nowhere. It inhaled briefly in fortification as she peered at him intently. “Why.”

He dismissed her question with a little wave. “Not willingly at least. You’ll get them back in the morning.”

“I’ll get them back in the morning?” it echoed. She was starting to feel like the magic mouth spell. Shaking its head briefly it tried to assemble more than a monosyllabic question; “Will they be alright? They– They were shot. I cannot imagine that they will be kind to them.”

“They will be alive,” he assured, “Whether or not you’ll get them back in the same state is an altogether different question.”

There was. Such a dissonance in her mind, as she tried to connect the calm and assured tone to something stating her friend– and the man who was speaking’s son— might be tortured or otherwise altered, and she was supposed to be alright with it. Or perhaps not “alright” was the right word, but accepting of it, and simply bearing the roll as given.

Honestly, she should have immediately cast the spell for locating a creature the moment they had vanished from her sight, instead of alerting someone who she thought might have more information, or could possibly lend a hand; they could have learned on the go.

But that would have meant leaving one of their number behind, on this island with its cursed ways, and she wouldn’t have done that before this venture– but especially not after a day like this one.

Instead, it assumed she let her eyes fly around for the moments she processed and digested the new information; turning it over carefully within her mind as she accepted the new facts of another event today while avoiding gripping something probably important to the man and crushing it.

There was a disgruntled sigh and his tone of voice turned pointed. “Stop panicking, girl.”

“I’m not,” she parried sharply. And she wasn’t. There was nothing but that squirming, writhing sensation of anxiety— the type that would worm its way handily into her bones and rest there, all the while turning its intestines into a gordian knot. But not panic.

It instead had started staring at Davy Jones, sitting in his hammock and felt a tendril of distaste lash out from within the wyrms turning her insides to a furnace. Sitting there, and not worried about his own son. Not visibly or in tone, at the very least; the mind was always a different story. She normally would not fault someone for that, but the fact of the matter was this was his child. No matter if he was to be returned alive, the fact of the matter was that they had been stolen, along with her friend and crewmate, and he sat there placidly. Not sharing in her worry. 

She violently held her tongue from what she thought of that, but she could not hide her expression as her pupils had turned to slits.

The expression of her feelings drew a frustrated scowl from the other as he asked— “What do you want from me?”

She crinkled her eyes in the facsimile of a human smile. “Nothing, I suppose.”

It snapped the connection with a bit more umph than necessary and opened her eyes as the blood cube in her hands’ open connection offered another chance of explaining.

‘Later.’  It deemed, sliding the blood cube into a pocket of her pants, and looked at its crew, or more accurately those awake at present moment. That of which consisted of Ulysses pacing a hole into the wood of the deck, the ship creaking something in his general area, and catching the tail end of Soleil talking to Kallstrom, explaining the situation to focused eyes— which upon seeing her starting to stand, widened considerably.

“Ah!” he crowed out, “You’re alive!”

“Just about,” she creaked out, smoothing the displeased ruffling of her feathers with a hand.

“Thought you had died,” he wryly mused as Ulysses sped over to her with frantic eyes.

“So what do we do!? Do we go fetch Abaddon? Do we just go?!”

“The verdict is, ‘to wait until morning’,” she clicked out, definitively.

The look on his face suggested that she had instead asked him to smash her head in with the hammer. “What??” 

“There is apparently ‘nothing we can do’,” she explained, valiantly keeping its own frustration to the absolute minimum she could wrangle, “so we must wait it out. They’ll be alive. Whether they’ll be in the same state or not, that is not guaranteed.”

“That…” he looked about in a vague horror, “is definitely reassuring.”

“Quite,” she grimaced politely.

The silence in the moments that followed was only slightly broken by a quiet, displeased grunt from Kallstrom.

Morning. What did that entail? Five hours? Two? What counted as morning, and when should she fetch Abaddon so they can go find Pepper— ‘advice’ be damned?

The blood was already drying, to boot, if she wanted to get much of any lifeline from it. So it was either now, or listen to Davy Jones.

It inhaled deeply but quietly, and released gently.

Waiting. It meant waiting.

“In the meantime,” she started, watching three sets of eyes snap towards her, “I feel as though I should perhaps make some coffee.”

Kallstrom raised an eyebrow at her and gestured to the stars. “At this hour?”

“Of all people,” it said, tilting its head amicably, “I didn’t think you’d be one to complain about it.”

“Oh, far from it,” he snorted, following her and the other two into the galley, “I’m surprised at you. Owlin you may be, you seem to prefer the daytime schedule.”

“Diurnal, if you want to get into specifics about my ‘type’,” she grimaced at the phrase, “Day and night don’t matter to me in that way.”

“So you could flip it?” 

“If I needed to, or seriously pressed, yes?” A sneaking suspicion slid through her feathers as to— “Why?”

“No reason,” he hummed.

She gently blinked. Why did her brain immediately turn towards possible implementation of psychological torture methods?

Probably because it was somewhere along that line for him, she thought fondly.

As she slid from one distraction to another, it gently tuned out the others' discussions as white noise, and fixated firmly on the process of making coffee. It was always a task and a half on her brain that recoiled at the taste of it.

The coffee beans themselves aren’t too big of an issue; the smell not too overpowering if she kept her neck tilted at a slight angle, and then grinding them in the mortar and pestle in a cupboard she’d retrieved. Grinding it down and down and down until it was nothing more than fine dust was her goal to achieve, and once it was done, she put it into a large-ish copper pot. Fetching some fresh water, and sugar for this particular method, she poured it in and set it on the stove to start the boil. Normally she’d just set a firebolt to the little area she needed, and set her kettle down happily while keeping an eye on the water’s actual temperature, but she was always extra careful when it came to this particular beverage. A watched pot never boils, but with the rate at which she zoned out with ‘the everything’, it boiled faster than she liked. 

She poured itself a cup and then looked back up at the table. Kallstrom was already making a break for the pot, and she only moved one of the cups closer to him. 

“Want some?” She offered to Sol, who gave a nod.

“Sure, I could go for one. Already up, as it were.”

It huffed an amused sound and then tilted its head towards Ulysses in question.

His face scrunched up in distaste at the silent question. “No thanks. I.. don’t like coffee.”

“Ah,” she chuckled before taking a sip with her next mumble, “a man after my own heart.”

Coffee… was horrible. She understood alcohol dependency better than she understood this particular brand of caffeine addiction the rich and middle class tended to have. The taste was bitter like a loved one’s disappointment and did not smell much better than that— making her quite nauseous in all honesty. Adding milk and sugar or any mix of things did nothing for the taste, less bitter, sure, but making it taste worse more often than not, and that was a feat and a half. But damn was it good for making every bone feel like it was trying to escape her flesh.

“Wait, you—” Ulysses’ brain seemed to break for a moment before shaking it quickly and going back on the attack. “Wait, hold on, you don’t like coffee?”

“Nope,” she clicked, grimacing at the extreme bitterness that fluffed her feathers out, “Not at all.”

“More for me then?” Kallstrom pressed.

“If that’s what you would like, then please,” she gestured gently towards the pot, “by all means.”

He eyed her suspiciously, and then promptly took the rest of the pot with an even squintier look. If he kept that up his prescription was going to need to be upped. Regardless, the admiral made his way back to his corner where he drank his horrid caffeine. It did not look to see if he added anything to it, she was sick to her gizzard as it was.

Meanwhile, Ulysses squinted up at her, watching her feathers flare with clear disbelief. “If you don’t like coffee, why are you drinking it??”

“Tea is soothing,” it hummed, closing her eyes as she sipped some more, “I wish to be tense.”

There was a quiet and tired chuckle from Soleil as she drank her own cup, tail flicking.

Now began the waiting game.

***

It was close to two hours and 12 minutes before something actually happened. Soleil was wearing her pjs by this point— well that was a slight fib; she’d been wearing her pajamas since the cleric had emerged from the Blood Cube, and she was now simply sleepily resting by Eno, its robe draped over her. Kallstrom had returned to bed quite a while back, deeming them fine enough to deal with Pepper’s return, whatever state that may be. Ulysses had been pacing a hole into the deck of their poor lady for about an hour, his steps on the wood clicking in time to the headache that clung fiercely to her skull. Then about ten minutes after the hour mark, the ship had responded by creaking warningly under the vampire’s feet; so Ulysses was leaning on the wall connected to the captain’s cabin as the deafening thunderclap sounded.

Snapping to attention and getting to her feet was such a blur, the blood had absolutely left her head at its speed. She didn’t even have a moment to process who had appeared before two lumps were tossed in her general direction.

Not even a moment of hesitation passed by as she lunged and caught something warm and soft from being tossed unceremoniously, and quite possibly harmfully, onto the ship’s deck. Pulling whatever it was further into her arms had her balk as she peered down.

Looking down in horror at the fact she was holding both Pepper and Casanova, unconscious, bruised, bleeding, and one of Cass’ horns being completely broken.

“I ‘ave had it!” crowed the intruder, “Vith you two ignorant, damnable fools! Ve offer you greatness, glory, a chance to be a book in the library instead of an insignificant scrap of paper, and you ignore it like the blind idiots you are! If you vant to die vith those unworthy, zose that will end in anonymity, zat is none of our business anymore!! You insignificant whELPS—”

As it listened continuously to this man, daring to insult its friend like he had any authority in judging their worth, she felt an inhuman explosion of fury burst from her as she held softly beating hearts. As if he had personally gotten to know their smile or their laugh, the softness of their hands and words, or how they strove to do good despite everything that has happened to them. 

Get out. Get out get out get out get out get out get out get out get out get out get out

GET. OUT.

Pulling together what was left in her energy to rapidly tie the bones of a banishment spell in the space of her hand, tossing it violently fast at the masked man for daring to presume his command on the deck of the ship.

The energy of a counterspell was flung back in lightning fast riposte. It was clearly a reflexive movement of sensing magic being aimed at him, but it nonetheless snapped his attention from monologuing his displeasure at his own invasion all the same.

Attention that momentarily rested silently, but heavily upon them.

Quite suddenly though, the magic in the air began coiling threateningly fast, as if a coral reef snake pulled itself to attention— clearly, the intruder did not take kindly at the attempted banishment.

The magic lashed forwards as all three spellcasters took advantage of the thick tension— but Enososin herself was the fastest on the draw.

Looping her palm into the air like she was wrapping yarn for crocheting she pulled from the churning pool— as it did, it felt the sharp spikes in its hand as Guiding Bolt was thrown into the sudden frantic swirl of energies ready to burst open.

The streak of light hurtled forward, swinging around to slam straight into the man’s chest— shattering into sharp spikes of light, leaving little holes in the man’s flowing robes.

As the invader reeled, from light and damage, it made a quick symbol of faith in the air and cobbled up a small magic symbol of defense near Sol, causing her to shine briefly from the magic settling in before disappearing into a thin translucent shimmer.

The opponent shook his head vigorously and wind whipped as it solidified into something sickly; large snakes were sent in the group’s direction, and while she dodged, Ulysses ducked, Soleil got caught straight on by a multitude of snakes— patterns signifying poison as their fangs sunk into her flesh.

There was a brief moment of Soleil’s eyes flashing in recognition and attempted to pull them off before their could sink their fangs into her, before any venom could take, her teeth gritted— quickly trading off instead trying to steady herself and work through the poison, but it was already too late as it watched the sea elf’s muscles visibly lock up in paralysis.

The man was not done with his assault however, as he now looked specifically towards it, glint in the glass of his masked eye, and made a beckoning gesture with his hand. 

There was a violent pull against her body, pulling her to move forwards. Oh. This part was familiar. She gripped both Pepper and Cass in her arms protectively as she resisted as much as it could, twisting her muscles with the blood flow, only moving ten feet or so, but that was still far too much give in her eyes— she let out a displeased screech towards the masked man that shook the boards beneath her claws.

The glint in the glass grew sharper, as if in delight and the accented voice once more echoed from the confines of his mask. “YOU. You are strong.”

“Come here girl,” he continued, the smile underneath the mask loud and clear as he hissed venom into his tone. “I vant a piece of your BEAK.”

She finally looked at their attacker properly, from boot tip to hat brim; the dark tones of his dressings blended well with the bright accents on his chest, trailing on his robe and arms. The key detail, however, was that this man was dressed as a doctor of death as a beaked mask’s eyes shining bright in the low light of the stars stared back at her. 

It shifted its eyes to slits. “You don’t impress me.”

“Vhy vould I need to impress a speck of dust?” 

As if that were an ‘insult’ it could take to heart; this world was her home. Of course she’d be dust in the wind one day. “At least I am of the Earth; you smell of something ripped from the void.”

He laughed heartily. A missing piece she did not have. “You have no idea.”

“Nor do I wish to learn,” it hissed. 

“Vhat happened to mercy?”  The Doctor mocked, the false concern dripping like venom as a sneer made its way to the front. “To saving every soul?”

How dare he. How dare he? As if the bodies in her hands, precious, bloodied, and unconscious, were not its highest priority. To try and do whatever guilt-trip he was trying to pull, to try and say that because she had no wish to have him anywhere near her, that she would not save who she could? As if getting the one who had harmed them so plentifully away was not among her top concerns. She was not in a state to think of anything but her desire to protect right now, as he threatened something so dear.

It did not care about learning what made this man like this, when they were much better things to be prioritizing, and it hissed with feathers stuck out like icicles in the night. He gestured grandly, as if exhibiting a performance for them all and chuckled darkly. “You are just like your Father.” “Good.”

Once more gathering the ever familiar divine energy, this time, she pulled something a lot stronger, and a lot more energy absorbing than a few sharp bolts; a Celestial made of Light and magicks, pulling from her wish to defend she summoned a creature to attack for her.

More bright light, like the sun decided to instead arise on the deck of their ship instead of peek over the horizon, formed in the air next to her before shifting like liquid and growing larger and larger— until a vaguely humanoid shape evolved into something bearing armor, burning with light within as the final dregs of the spell formed a wickedly curved metal bow in its hand, and the Summoned pulled back the glowing hot string as magic coalesced into arrows.

Ulysses in those moments stolen, using both herself and the Summoned as a distraction, had been making a wide circling move around the masts of the ship— and now promptly came within gunshot range and shot at the back of the Doctor’s head with his pistol, blasting a hole through cloth and flesh; swiftly disengaging as only a rogue could before the man could think to turn around and return the favor. 

But instead of blood, or anything liquid, what flowed out of the now broken mask from the hole in the back of his head was a sickly gas, spilling threateningly the same hue as the accents upon his robe.

This man favored his poisons.

“What the heck is going on— my GOD!” cried an unfamiliar old man. Half expecting another intruder, it turned its head in apprehension, but upon turning its gaze it realized who the voice emitted from; Janglin, looking horrified.

The horror turned into rapid tugging of his instruments off their attachments and a startled stance, as the bard began to play a stumblingly rapid-paced tune; The air once again began to twist and hum with the new addition of a different spellcaster in the deck.

As Janglin gathered himself, Enososin pulled a little more magic from the air into a more stable flowing form–– placing her hand firmly onto Cass; his heart had started slowing as she held him, and that frightened her. Keeping them safe with her body had its downsides, and that was the jostling. The magic zoomed through her hand into his body as she felt that magic wrap inside his blood, keeping it pumping the heart steadily. Stabilized, no longer on the verge of death, she changed the tune of the magic ever so slightly to heal what had been damaged internally as well with a whispered word. 

The Summoned, while she was healing, had been waiting for the moment to strike, moving ever so slightly on deceptively light feet, and taking the second that the Doctor was partially distracted by looking at Janglin and loosed two blazing arrows rapidly into the man’s chest— striking him clean through with some sickening sounding cracks as the arrows dispersed; leaving the wound open.

Soleil started to move once again, her eyes blazing with a quietly furious whisper of; “You motherfucker– oh I’m back.” 

“Oh I’m back,” she repeated, with a quiet voracious glee in the undercurrent of her words. Soleil then pulled her weapon of choice from off her back— the trident seeming to exude the same glee its user contained, and a pulse of water magic from her trident came from the side of the ship and slammed the man as a wall of force into the railing of the ship.

Soleil looked triumphant for a brief moment before something seemed to cross her mind, eyes flicking at the Doctor and then to his feet; Sol looked down with an exhausted, but amused air as she whispered. “You could do something so funny right now.” 

The ship creaked her sly agreement beneath their feet.

Ah. Yeah, that would be rather funny.

The Doctor, now rather damp and body language shifted towards annoyed about it, he turned towards Ulysses, who was right by the bow. Ulysses’ eyes widened in the moments that passed quickly and rapid recognition as the Doctor raised up an arm. He pointed at the vampire while his arm grew bright with magical light, and then brighter still; the metallic substance that decorated it emptied into his palm and then blasted through the air and shot Ulysses through the chest with the force of a cannon shot.

The desperation that flashed in the vampire’s eyes told the cleric all she needed to know on how much damage that had just dealt.

“I am SICK. And TIRED of zis useless jibber-jabber fight!” The Doctor hissed at the lot of them, gripping his fist and pulling it back like someone was challenging him to a bar fight instead, and adjusted his feet to brace for a blow.

“Give me somezhing good!” He howled, and looked at Ulysses with a twist of his masked face. “You look strong, boy. Give me a fight.”

Like a call and response, Ulysses took the man up on the challenge. There was a twist of magic that swirled sharply, jaggedly, as Ulysses rolled his shoulders and tapped one of them in a rhythm; another gleaming glow surrounded his entire arm, and seemed to center in his throat. The light grew glaring as Ulysses’ magic exploded out of his mouth and through the air in a blindingly lightning filled breath.

The lightning latched onto the Doctor with extreme prejudice as the dampness of his clothes did nothing to protect him from the current, ricocheting visibly through muscles, metal and flesh.

Ulysses winked at the Doctor, gave a little salute, and then dropped off the side of the boat with a small thump; clinging to the side then, as no splash sounded off. 

Janglin snapped to attention as the magic swished around and he reached for one of his own spells and plucked an addition to his tune— and the sound of something shattering echoed like a small blast centered on the Doctor.

The plague Doctor growled in frustrated pain and ripped off the fabric and metal combination that once guarded his identity, but now hindered his sight more than helped. It revealed a man– humanoid for sure, but she couldn’t tell the race; the ears were still covered. But what truly drew the eye was the metallic replacements in his face that glimmered in the night, and was etched with runes that highlighted the manic blaze in the Doctor’s eyes.

“Now zis! Zis is interesting.”

Fantastic; he seems to get off on fighting. Or possibly just being electrocuted. Glad to be a contribution, sir, it thought sarcastically.

Pulling her thoughts from sarcasm, the seconds continued to tick by as she focused now on Pepper’s faint heartbeat. It was a familiar movement now, quickly stabilizing them and pulling the active pool of magic to her, gently infusing it into the moth’s skin and flesh as the healing spell  was murmured underneath the chaos.

The Summoned avenger once more took its chance to fire a volley of arrows, striking him in the side— the momentum from the sheer might behind the arms that loosed the arrows, forced the Doctor to stumble and reveal his back to the archer, where another arrow crashed into with extreme power. 

As that happened she adjusted both Cassanova and Pepper to one arm— watching Pepper instinctively clutch the tiefling to them— and picked up her hammer from the start of the fight. Preparation, just in case. 

Soleil’s eyes narrowed as the push and pull of magic once more leaned in her favor, and the crackle in the air gave a brief warning of what the elven duo were joining forces to do. The blinding flash of lightning exploded in its vision once more as Soleil released a bolt that she sent out and shot through the Doctor. The spell should have trailed off the ship but seemed to have stopped at the man himself.

The Doctor had caught it.

She felt the collective recognition ricochet through the entire above deck crew as they all looked at his arm.

He chuckled menacingly, a grin stretching from ear to ear— in the sense that it was supposed to be interpreted as a grin; it was far more accurate to think of it as a hyena about to bite. “Did z’you think? I am not smart enough.. to develop my own prosthetic vith magical-catching capabilities!?”

“That seems like something incredibly stupid,” Soleil grumbled darkly. To which part, it had no clue, but Eno could only snort in shared exhausted amusement.

“Your bird friend.. Ze one you fought in ze Church, ja?” he questioned jauntily. Far too jauntily. “His prosthetic.. Iz my design.~”

If you dare hurt my friend, I’m going to shove you into the ocean and keep you there long after you stop moving.

Taking a deep breath, she gently pulled the barely leashed fury back to the side. Work with it, not against it, with it not against. She spread her wings a little lower, showing the patterns more threateningly instead of releasing a battle cry and slamming the Doctor into sentient planks. This man was doing everything in his capabilities to make sure she stayed pissed the hell off at him without even trying too hard, wasn’t he?

“Of course,” he continued with an ecstatic shout, “I can vield it much better!”

He moved his hand like he was holding something heavy, and turned the lightning bolt into the sky with a graceful but powerful toss upwards.

Soleil looked up at the lightning bolt cast into the sky with a weariness that only other spellcasters could truly understand. “I am fuckin’ too tired for this,” she hissed quietly. “Do I hear.. A chicken? I think I do. He’s going ‘bawk-bawk’ instead of cooking alive as he should.”

Her headache pulsed violently. Why?

“You vere entertaining;” the Doctor continued, clapping hands muffled by the glove he wore, and interrupting her wanderings of thought as he turned his face towards where Ulysses still probably clung to the sides, “let me guess zough. You are going to launch me into ze sea, boy? Going to attempt to vhirlpool me vith your ship, little vampire?”

He shook his head with a smirk and turned his eyes back upon the small group of them, raising his voice to be heard by all of them, should their hearing have been lost in the few minutes they had fought for some inexplicable reason.

“I am going to offer you an accord, meine kleinen Freunde..!” he announced. “You can have your stupid moth and ve can end zis here!”

“Or,” he emphasized with no small amount of glee, “continue fighting me! You might have a chance at killing me, after all…~”

“Vhat say you?” 

He opened his arms with each option presented, gums slipping into his hyena grin.

“Glory or mercy?”

Enososin gazed upon the doctor, using every spare scrap of medicinal knowledge it had to determine what in God’s creation this man’s game was. Luckily, an absurd amount of injuries in your younger years led into a pretty steady hand on what exactly the damage dealt was. 

All in all, the Doctor was rough. Clothes ripped and torn and doused in water, crackling with leftover electricity, and bleeding from multiple places that could not be helpful for cognitive functions. But the casual way he held himself, ready for an encore, told of a firm grip upon his health— it was that or a bluff, but there was not even an ounce of strain she could sense from voice nor posture; he was nowhere near being done, and they had far too rough a day to be able to keep up with their limited amount of spells.

Unless she started going in close for the combat, with deadly intention.

“Get off our damn ship,” she rumbled.

The doctor looked towards her and laughed, tilting his head as he peered at the bodies in her grip. “Godspeed, litl’bug! I hope you have fun back in Kingston~”

Eno blinked a few times in response to the jolly little warning— because that was absolutely what that tone was. What had that been for…? 

Had something happened to their parents?

“Oh, and if z’you reconsider!” He took Casanova’s horn out of his pocket and threw it at her feet, clattering loudly on the wooden planks. “Vell. Seek ze Secrets.”

An echoing thunderclap; the portal reappeared. He stepped into it. Gone.

There was a moment of tension, even after he left. The air thick with apprehension of a falsehood, before a break settled the area. Like too much heat in pottery with hairline fractures; it broke gently. The cleric let out an exhausted and frustrated sigh at the tension’s dissipation. Rude was not even covering the very least of her grievances with the man who presumed to come onto their ship, and it was not about to spare the brain power to list them out right now.

Readjusting the unconscious cargo in her arms to no longer be at an awkward angle for her arm (comfortable for them, not so for her twinging muscles) it realized it could actually take the moment to actually set them down. Gently propping up Cassanova and Pepper on one of the ship’s walls, she pulled the medkit from it being attached to her hip.

“Ok,” she breathed, “Let’s fix you two up.”

As she started pursuing physical injuries, prodding gently for open wounds, disinfecting and wrapping where she could, Janglin had rushed over and sat next to her, fiddling a gentle tune as he played a healing aura for everyone on the topdeck.

Soleil had sat on the floor next to it as the two avians began working. Only a few moments later, it heard some clomping and the sound of a winded vampiric wood elf sitting down next to Sol.

Small stitches and bruises were patched, a dislocation or two were righted (with no wake up from Casanova, which was in actuality far more worrying than the injury itself), and everything that could be physically fixed, had been attended to with as much that could be provided. Only a brief time later they were as healed as they could without resting, where time and sleep would deal with emotional or psychological damage.

She mentioned as much to the small grouping of her still barely awake crewmates.

“Well,” Ulysses mumbled, “now I get to have my last hour of trance. At, like— 3 in the morning.”

A small puff of laughter from herself and a hum of amused agreement from Soleil at the comment. There was a moment of inactivity as all of them seemed to mentally fortify themselves to move once more— Eno especially took a deep breath; Pulling both unconscious victims up into her arms again, she made her way back into the Captain’s quarters— followed by a couple of disgruntled sounds of Soleil and Ulysses pulling each other up and trotting after her— placing them both in the bed as gingerly as she could.   “Pepper’s safe?” Soleil questioned finally, eyeing their sleeping form with concern heavy in her expression if not in voice or stance.

“Aside from any further attempts to snatch them from under our noses again,” it replied, making a brief check behind her at the closed door, “yes. They’re safe.”

As her head was turned behind her though, the both of them met each other’s eyes, and looked at each other in shared spellcasting exhaustion. It was a toss to the wind, but the cleric decided it was worth it to give the attempt a try. “Want to stay?”

“I’m going to go back to bed,” Soleil replied, shaking her head after the fact with the mere notion of another idea popping into her head. “Or just slam coffee– I don’t know.” “Nope, go to sleep,” it chided in amusement, churring a small noise of fondness at the exhausted tilt of the woman’s shoulders at the concession, “Go. Bed.”

Enososin would rather the woman sleep in her own bed, comfortable and safe— weapons within reach and a shout or explosion away from summoning them, than try to sleep, possibly stay awake, and more than likely paranoid within the group. 

This crew had more than a few suspicious and paranoid folk, and the best way to ease that, was simply to let them have that safety to fall back on. “My bones hurt.”

“Rest in the Captain’s cabin– with us,” Ulysses chimed in after Soleil’s partial non-sequitur, “I would rather us not be separated. In case… Y’know.” “Y’know, if they kidnap— another person tonight? I think! I deserve to– t’just —” she made a violently flippant gesture with both of her hands. Point received, if not articulated. “I don’t know, do they play poker or something?”

“Judging by how Cass is missing a horn; uhm. No,” Ulysses declared, the horror in his voice being overlaid by the heavy sarcasm, “they do not play poker.” “That’s just an average night at my old family house,” Soleil waved off with a dismissive shake, “it’s fine. They’ve probably got poker.”

Oh. It politely refrained from blinking in surprise. That was a small cannon shell, wasn’t it?

Ulysses apparently agreed, but far more vocally as the trailing horror won over the sarcastic defense. “That is a.. Concerning..?!” 

Soleil was having none of it, however, as she leaned forward and sleepily pressed a finger against Ulysses’ lips. “Shshh.”

As much as she was now curious herself, and more than a bit concerned in the case of the family possibly looking for their gorgeously talented lunar sorceress, Eno agreed with the falling over woman; time to be quiet for a while. “Alright, Sol, it is time for bed. C’mon.”

There was the quietest murmur of “I don’t know.” She wished it knew what Soleil was specifically referring to, as she’d love to lend a hand, but for now, it was simply going to be filed away for hypothetical later talks.

It murmured gently once more. “Get in.” Soleil looked at her with exhaustion and gave a brief nod. Crawling in near Pepper, but not close enough to interfere with Pepper’s unconscious death grip on Cass, Sol hit the cushioning press of the mattress– and Enososin could pretty much see the light turn off in Soleil’s head. Absolutely conked out upon touchdown.

Meanwhile, Ulysses once more got on the floor.

“Aaaand no you don’t,” it mumbled, reaching for Ulysses’ hand to gently tug him upwards.

“No– no–” he shied away from her claws and it let her hand drop back to its side, “let me be on the floor.”

It was too tired to argue. If the man wanted to sleep on the floor, so be it. “Then I am joining you on the floor,” she exhaled, laying down on the floor next to Ulysses.

“No, you are not..!” He protested, as if his words would pause her movements.

“Yes, I am~” 

“Get on the bed..! No you—” she curled up with her arm as a pillow and listened to the vampire get even more exasperated, as she got more and more comfortable; “no! Eno!” 

She opened an eye she hadn’t realized she’d closed. “What?”

Ulysses furiously pointed at the bed, his exasperation mingling with distress. “Get in the bed!”

“Nope,” she clicked the p, “You’re down here.”

He stared at her in pure exhausted exasperation. “Gods, you are frustrating.”

She squinted up her eyes in amusement. Welcome to the club, Ulysses, you’ll find her caretakers already here and having had the same emotion with her at least once. Somewhere, there were muffins as compensation.

“Get in bed,” he hissed, trying to get his point across to deaf ears without waking the crew already passed out, “you’ve wasted so much magic today!”

“Honk shoo mimimi,” she murmured for effect as she reclosed her eyes.

“I have slept in worse places, I assure you! This is comfortable for me!”

It was more than fine sleeping down here, and in fact could probably stretch out more than she could in a bed of any size.

“Honk shoo.”

There was a silence long enough as she laid there that she assumed Ulysses had given it up and simply accepted that she was down here with him, and she let herself begin to drift off.

“If I get in the bed,” he said, snapping her once more back to awakeness, with an added startled blinking awake as a bonus, “will you get in the bed?”

“Yes,” she replied. If he wanted to, that is.

Ulysses sighed huffily and got onto the foot of the bed, looking down at her, waiting for her to make good on her word.

Ah, and she was rather comfortable too. Ah well. She got up with a small exhale of effort, and crawled carefully into a small space not taken by the lovers or Sol’s starfish sprawl. Pretty much just doing her best not to take up too much of the bed. However, she was not ignorant to the tactic of someone coaxing another into a better state before going back into the sub-par condition themself.

So it laid down, with its wing stretched out and resting on Ulysses. The look of frustrated chagrin told her all she needed to know in her prediction, and that he knew if tried to leave again, she’d just go back with him.

“Ughhh… you are infuriating,” she heard as his words drifted. Exhaustion stealing him in equal measure as falling into his elvish trance.

If being infuriating keeps people safe, it thought, as she let itself drop into sleep, then I shall endeavor to be the most annoying owlin in the entire archipelago.

Prologue; One - Two - Three - Four

High Seas; It Begins - Something's Wrong - Blood in the Water pt. 1 - Blood in the Water pt. 2 (here!) - Crimson Runs Blue within Crépuscule (pt. 1) - Crimson Runs Blue within Crépuscule (pt. 2) - Fake Orchestra playing a Synthetic Symphony pt. 1 - FOpSS pt. 2 - Impacto pt. 1 - Ikanaide pt. 2

[stargazingdesign]

26 - OPHIUCHUS | Stargazing Design - DOWNLOAD HERE

Hi everyone, I’m back! Today I bring you Ophiuchus, a 6 pages lore google docs template, my very first of its kind! Designed for servers or rp groups, Ophiuchus features a rules section, a plot section with plenty of space to write, a section for the places where things happen - or don’t, one for NPCs, and another for characters. The best part? You can easily duplicate any of the sections. Ophiuchus also comes with a little gift: a 2-page character sheet for your server/group members to fill out! If you’d like, you can easily link their character sheet doc on the characters page. If you're not a server or group owner but like this design, don't worry tho! Single muse version and multi muse version are coming reeeally soon 👀

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[shaymoo22]

This is my first build I'm showcasing called Hound's Head Country Club in the illustrious Bridleton Bay. Inspired by the Golf Resorts in the Carolinas. This build comes with tons of amenities including:

Indoor and Outdoor Dining

Library

Conference Room

Golf Range

Resort Style Pool

Two Tennis Courts

Gentlemen's Room (pool and poker)

EA ID: shaymoo22

Lot Size 64x64

Lot Type: Lounge

PLEASE READ:

I have attached the CC list and blueprint download HERE. It is a big file (1.2GB), but that's because some of the sets I have merged in my Mods folder.

Click this LINK to find the google docs of the merged files separated. You can then delete those sets in the cc download link. It will free up A TON of space.

You can also use the mini mod Auto Employee Little Ms Sam found in the zip file to make the build multifunctional by having auto spawned NPC sims for the bar/entertainment (It's a lot trait).

CC List:

Pierisim (MCM, Domaine Du Clos, David's Apartment (painting), Calderone (mirror and painting), Auntie Vera Bathroom (Mirror and Sink), Precious Promises (Dining Decor))

Felixandre (Chateau Part 1&2, Gothic Revival, Grove Part 1, Harluxe (front porch seating), Fayun Part 1 (bedding), London, Baysic (for trophy case light))

Harrie (Costal Part 1 (windows and doors), Spoons Part 2, Brutalist (floor tile)

Awingedllama (Blooming Room Plants (majority of plants), Apartment Therapy, Boho Living, Nostalgia Living)

Tuds (NCTR Bar items)

Severinka (Billards Set, Natalia Dining Set)

Max 20: Poolside Lounge Pack (pool waterfall and decor)

Mr. Olkan cool pools

Peacemaker (Cane Living (Wall scone and Wingback Armchair))

RVSN: Buffet Set, Catastrophe Awards (optional for trophy case)

Yuxmara2710: (YUXY Wood Tray Ceiling Tiles, YUXY Tray Ceiling Tiles)

Functional items:

VRO Tennis Net Mod

Cepzid Let's Get Fit (golf range)

RVSN Uplifting Elevators (need)

[happypeachsludgeflower]

Current Fandoms (that I am likely to post about)

DTPPF (Li Yu is the bestest boy)

TGCF (FENGQING!!)

SVSSS (Shen Qingqiu deserves a harem)

MDZS (Nie Huaisang is my blorbo)

2ha (Domesticated Chu Wanning Cinematic Universe)

Star Trek woke me like a sleeper agent just now

Merlin BBC deserves a mention since I revived my main mbbc wip from the graveyard a bit ago

Published Works (and their status)

An Ding Almanac (ongoing on side blog)

Current WIPS (in order of something, but don't ask me what)

Note: highlighted in green is my main wip for a specific fandom.

[ the root of the problem (is my love for you that grows) ] the fengqing hanahaki fic that is my love child with satan.

[ roots dug in the ground (buried beside my broken heart) ] the companion piece to the previous fic with extras of the rest of characters watching the shit show go down.

[ though the stars walk backward ] an academy era spirk au where the Kobayashi Maru is replaced by a new test called the Tarsus IV

[ deep in that darkness peering (as the darkness peers back) ] the huan hua trial au that spirals into an identity and system reveal.

[ in inevitably, eternal ] an existential look into Mo Xuanyu's cycle of death and rebirth as he fights against time and god itself for a chance to escape his fate and maybe just once deserve love.

[ my soul is painted like the wings of butterflies ] the huaqing brother au I've mentioned involving prophets, pathological liars, a lot of chess metaphors, heavy angst, and time loops.

[ currently untitled dream curse au ] a fengqing romantic drama filled with domestic fluff, mutual pining, quite a bit of domestic sex, a conglomerate of mixed feelings and denial, and many MANY misunderstandings.

[ across an ocean of time, the wind still sings your name ] a beefleaf time travel fix it featuring amnesia and lots and lots of mutual pining (they pine so much I could warp them in Christmas lights and hang ornaments on them).

[ stardust burns gold in our veins ] a merthur fic of tragedy and angst because I'm evil like that. You're welcome. “Magic comes from the stars, I think. That’s why it burns gold.”

Feel free to ask me about any of my wips. I have way more in my folder I sometimes drag out, dust off, and work on, but I figured for brevity (I have well over 120 wips okay we're not listing them all here EDIT: link goes to the time I listed a lot of my wips with their silly doc names), I'd only list the ones I'm at the point of naming.

Below the line will be a list of fic's (with links) I've info dumped about at some point. The links will go to the first post I made of each.

The OTHER SVSSS Huan Hua Trial au

TGCF Qi Rong Transmitigation au

SVSSS random NPC transmitigates into SVSSS (a.k.a. Shen Yuan has selective amnesia, time travels, and thinks his memories are a book)

TGCF dream curse au post 1, post 2

SVSSS deep in the darkness peering fic

SVSSS qijiu broken soulmate bond au angst no comfort

TGCF post canon shi brother ghost king

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

✨ let’s do a twst trade ✨

Hello ^^;;

This might be coming out of the blue. I’m typically a very private person and tend to stick with social circles I’m already familiar with.

Recently, I’ve been thinking that it would be nice to put myself out there and interact more! I can get easily overwhelmed, so I thought a good way to go about this is to do a handful of art/writing trades. This keeps the number low and conversation approachable, and I think that’d help slowly ease me into being more comfortable interacting and participating in community events.

***UPDATE: Trades now closed, thank you all for the interest!***

Here are the parameters and other important notes (setting these for my own comfort and lifestyle):

This will be a Twisted Wonderland themed trade because that’s the one thing we can guarantee to have in common.

I’ll write a fic for you! Minimum 1-2k words (but I tend to ramble so it could easily go higher than that), starring at least 2 characters (I can write more, but let’s not go too crazy and ask for all 22 NRC students in one fic).

I CAN write platonic, romantic, angst, fluff, yandere, AUs, etc.

I’m okay with writing any and all TWST characters, including staff, RSA students, family members, and other NPCs.

Of course, OCs are also welcome! I’d love to learn more about yours.

Be prepared with references for your OC(s) if applicable. This could include illustrations, but at the bare minimum should include a written explanation of who the character is, their personality, likes/dislikes, and relationships with canon characters.

There are limits to what I will write, as I am uncomfortable with some subject matters. For example, I’m not willing to write anything pregnancy-related. We can discuss my “no goes” in more detail if we decide to trade!

Upon request, I can do a simple digital piece of art OR a washi tape illustration (you won’t receive the physical piece, just a picture of it) for you. I believe most people know me more for my writing, but I wanted to keep these options on the table!

You trade me a fic of your own OR an artwork of roughly the same quantity/quality. As the saying goes, “what you give is what you get.”

We will talk and agree before we start on our pieces what each of us will generally provide at the end. (For example, a 5k word fic for a full color waist up illustration, 1k word fic for a black-white doodle, etc.)

You have to be okay with receiving a vague prompt. I like to be surprised, so I’ll probably just give you a list of general themes, ideas, and characters I like, then set you loose to see what you come up with.

You can be as specific as you like with your own prompt for me though—I’m flexible. Let me know what you don’t like as well so I can avoid including those elements.

To keep things fair, we’ll both hold onto our pieces and exchange them at the same time.

Regarding my written piece, it will be in a Google Doc for you to access.

This is NOT first come, first serve. I can only realistically take on 3-5 trades at this time depending on interest and complexity. If I turn you down, it’s nothing personal!

Priority will be given to mutuals (chances are that there’s more likely to be common ground if we’re already following each other).

Preference will be given to those indicated as adults in their blog intros/profiles (this is just what vibes the best with my personal communication style).

Be patient!! It may take me a few weeks or more to complete my part.

Be aware that doing a trade with me does NOT necessarily mean we will become best friends, and nor should this be the expectation 😅

If you’re okay with the above and are interested in a trade, please DM me! In your DM, you should indicate some prompts/ideas for what you’d like me to write. Please wait for me to respond; do NOT assume that I’ve accepted the trade request just because you’ve messaged me.

[arseniy-arsenicum33]

Season 9 Hermits as DND heroes and villains... (Mostly villains)...

The Dungeon Master... The Warden Wrangler... The Frost Warlock... TangoTek...

The Gorgon King... The Statues Sourseress... The Undead Sculptress... ZombieCleo...

The Immortal King... The Forgotten Ruler... The Wealth Hoarder... Ren the King...

The Bone Mage... Axe of The Screaming Void Wielder... The Musical Necromancer... XisumaVoid...

The Vampire Lord... The Treacherous Backstabber... The Keeper of Vaults... Mumbo Killsalot Jumbo...

The Cursed Knight... The Honourable Hero... And His Inner Demon... WelsKnight...

The Elven Archer... The Magical Baker... The Mattress Store Owner... GoodTimesWithScar...

The Dwarven Warrior... The Realm Liberator... The King Slayer... ImpulseSV...

The Forest Protector... The King Maker... The Leshy... BdoubleO100... This whole project started long ago with an ask by @theshadiertwin two months ago... Shockingly, the Idea of using a DND-character creator for creating actual DND-characters instead of little vignettes never occured to me... But I really wanted to model every Hermit first... If you have any ideas of what class each hermit can be, please tell! And I will be making a part 2 someday... Bdubs one has a little bit of a backstory... It's conceptually based on this model of Inscription-Leshy Bdubs by my good friend @randomtotallyrealgirl... But made more akin to slavic view of Leshy as a Forest Guardian... It's not a cultural appropriation, if it's my culture... Rens also from slavic folklore, he was inspired by Koschey the Immortal who conquered death, hoarded enormous amounts of wealth and spent his forever life by withering over it... You can use them freely, play as them, put them as npcs in your homebrew, come up with stats and character builds, go nuts! And there are some nice secrets, if you view them in 3D... I just need to add them to the growing google doc of my models... And actually post said doc on my blog... Yeah... Soon...

[mcytunderdogevent]

MCYT UNDERDOG EVENT RULES, TIMELINE, FAQ, AND ELIGIBILITY

Rules:

1. Fics cannot break the AO3 or Tumblr TOS

2. You can only write for people who are not in the top percent of fics in their fandom (check below for eligibility). Non eligible characters may be in the fic, but only as a side characters and cannot have too much of a main focus

3. No NSFW. Suggestive stuff is fine, but the fic cannot be explicit.

4. That's it! Have fun!

Timeframe

Event start: Now! As soon as this is posted!

Collection opens: Collection name is MCYTUnderdogEvent2024

Event ends: May 31 at 10pm cst, with the close of the collection

FAQ

How will eligibility be determined?

It will be determined by the amount of fics the character is tagged in for the fandom in question. Then, the characters with the most fics for them (about top ten for larger fandoms, will change depending on the fandom/smp size) will be excluded

What about characters who are in a lot of fics but not the main character?

Sadly, they will still be excluded if they are in the top percent, as there is no way to consistently tell main characters without searching through fics, which would take too long.

What about non player characters, like NPCs?

They are considered characters for this! Some are even popular enough that they aren't eligible! So if you want to write about an NPC who is eligible, go for it!

Do fics need to be a certain length?

Nope! Can be a drabble, a one shot, a multi chapter, or a small poem! All it has to be is about one or more of the eligible characters.

Do fics have to be finished to add them to the collection?

They do not have to be! It can be a fic that you plan to work on even after the event ends, or just an idea you want to get out there

Eligibility

To avoid having to write too many names (as the eligible characters outnumber the non eligible characters) the characters listed below for each fandom are the non eligible characters. Your fic cannot focus on any of these characters. If the fandom you want to write for is not listed below, then all characters in that fandom are eligible! List below as to not make this post too long.

Hermitcraft:

Grian

Scar

Mumbo

Xisuma

Impulse

Tango

Pearl

Bdubs

Doc

Etho

Traffic life:

Grian

Scar

Jimmy

Scott

Martyn

Tango

Joel

Etho

Pearl

Ren

DSMP:

Tommy

Wilbur

Techno

Phil

Dream

Tubbo

Ranboo

Quackity

Sapnap

George

QSMP:

Phil

Cellbit

Roier

Quackity

Tallulah

Wilbur

Foolish

Badboyhalo

Charlie Slimecicle

Chayanne

Lifesteal:

Clownpierce

Branzy

Ashswag

Reddoons

Princezam

ParrotX2

Vitalasy

ItzSubz

Spokeishere

Rekrap

Empires:

Jimmy

Scott

Joel

Fwip

Sausage

Evo:

Grian

Jimmy

Martyn

Witchcraft:

Scott

Cleo

Yogscast:

Alex

Chris

Ross

Lewis

Duncan

Rats smp:

Scott

Owen

Martyn

Jimmy

Oli

YHS:

Sam

Grian

Taurtis

Pirates SMP:

Scott

Acho

Martyn

Owen

Sausage

Cleo

Oli

Origins SMP:

Tommy

Phil

Ranboo

Techno

Tubbo

Nihachu

Jack Manifold

Scott

Sneeg

[abagofstalechips]

So just out of curiosity..!

Who’s your favorite or top favorite NPCS??

1. Cookie Star

2. Doc

3. Max

4. Jaws

5. Unus

6. Enere

7. Bakon

8. Aevry

9. Pancake

10. Anyone else I know that I’m cool with.

[sol-consort]

Cyberpunk progress so far

I met the most drop-dead gorgeous npc in the history of npcs and did a photoshoot

I've only attended like 2 or 3 ceromones so far but

I've decided that this man will be my sugar baby from now on and the donation money is just his daily allowance, I'll keep giving him as much as the game allows me too, he's MY babygirl <3

Talking about money, I've collected a shitton from doing everything but the main quest progression, like 51k so far. Went back to pay my ripper and...

when I first started I thought it'd be cool not to have any cybernetics at all, like just a fully organic human and do badass shit. But when offered the choices of any amount of chromes I could afford when paying the doc, I couldn't resist the temptation

apparently, I'm the type of person who'd fully stuff themselves with cybernetics at the first given chance. I plan to go even higher.

I'm sure there is a correlation somewhere between living with chronic pain, a weak immune system, an uncooperative body, and general fatigue & fainting to becoming "synthetics ROCK fuck my fleshy mortal prison" type of person pipeline.

So now we know what my fate would be in cyberpunk, neat.

No game breaking glitches, but there have been funny moments every now and then. Like this npc who died in the "praise the sun" position. Or that one time I summoned my car and it fell out of the sky, upside down, onto the nearby parking spot. I tried to flip it over but I couldn't so I just gave up and walked the distance.

Walking in this game is genuinely super fun? You always find something new. Not necessarily a mission, but just general interesting things to see. Like that one time I saw a guy abusing his gf near my apartment and I beat him up, or that other time I was driving home and came across a police/gang shootout. The ads never disappoint, so global warming is in effect and still taking a massive toll on the planet, whole countries are flooded, and the media's reaction is to celebrate opening the first android sex club in Antarctica.

When the TV segment is something I've seen before, I just look at the ads!

Like this one ad about a whole mechanical unicorn oh my god fuck me that is the most cyberpunk thing ever. I was so excited and imagined riding it on the street instead of a motorcycle, does it also gollap like a horse? Is there a knight outfit I can wear? this is so fucking cool please let it be a real mount I can buy. I want my robot pony and I want it NOW!

And then.

I noticed the horn moving a little too... much.

:(

They weren't selling a robot horsie motorbike.

I was doing a mission and came across this view

I was genuinely shocked. What kind of sick individuals would tie a guy to the window and leave he starve to death? What a poor fella, what a horrible way to die. These goddamn gangs are so disgusting. Were they torturing him??

But then, when I went outside a second time, I recalled a very familiar window.

Oh.

This is the window where I killed some rando punk before going in.

They didn't do this to him.

I did.

I've also met the hottest woman alive, I want her, I NEED HER. When she yelled at me and called me bitch after her goon bonked my head, I swear my heart fluttered.

I took her money, of course I did! I would've taken a strand of her hair if only she'd allow it. Hell a used tissue would be welcomed as well.

But I didn't use the money, I just killed the guy instead :)

Because

It's HER money, It's a priceless souvenir. I'm keeping it with me at all times.

He called me princess, what a fucking creep.

I'm not paying for something I can steal I'm not an idiot

I want the extra xp

Jackie looked at me like a kicked puppy when I told him to sit down, that scum was as good as dead the second he started harrasing MY BROTHER.

And if you're wondering how my sniper build is going. HORRIBLY, that's how it's going. I'm like a captain with no ship, a spider with no prey, a tiger with no claws. I haven't found a single fucking sniper since I started and I'm lvl11 now. I've visited different shops multiple times and not one of them sells a sniper? I've been rocking with a pistol and it's super embarrassing. I feel like an action movie barely clothed woman side kick who's only given a pistol to carry in that dumb hands raised next to her head stance while the main coolguy protag has TWO rocket launchers on his shoulders with a big obnoxious grin.

Lastly, I figured out you can swim! That was a pleasant surprise. And it's not just empty water. There are kelp and algea growing in there. Haven't stumbled upon any fish yet, but the thrown trash and electronics in the water might be the answer to why.

I'm currently at the heist part of the main mission, I went back home and changed V's hairstyle, haircolour, and eyes for full immersion since it's undercover and all.

[moetrash]

Other RSV Spirit's Eve costumes ideas

Since it's October, and just over a year since the RSV seasonal outfits mod was released, I thought it'd be fun to share some of the costume ideas we didn't end up going with from our brainstorming doc. These ideas were ultimately passed over for a variety of reasons (already worn by a different npc, too real world-specific, liked a different option better, etc.), but still would've been great to see... soooo here you go!

(If a character isn't listed, that's just bc we didn't have any extra ideas for them. Also, in case you wanted a refresher, here's a list of the costumes we did end up going with! Also also, bc I can't help myself, I added in some ideas as I was making this post - those ones are in [brackets].)

aguar: doc brown/mad scientist

anton: running forrest gump, the dude, jack sparrow, [flynn rider]

ariah: wendy darling, elle woods, ruth bader ginsburg

bryle: peaky blinders gangster, aaron burr from hamilton, [top gun maverick]

carmen: cat in the hat, mike wazowski, oompa loompa, sasquatch

corine: lara croft

daia: [chun li]

faye: anything heidi klum has done for halloween bc she's extra like that

flor: gwen from ben10, human ariel (in the "kiss the girl" outfit)

ian: scottish highlander (a la jamie from outlander)

irene: retro carhop, carmen sandiego, bo peep, the house from up, coraline

jeric: [ups delivery man (but the sexy kind, a la legally blonde)]

june: roronoa zoro, kaneki ken/sasaki haise, [prince zuko], [jack skellington (but with makeup, not a mask)]

keahi: [sonic the hedgehog]

kiarra: ghostbuster (the kate mckinnon one), prince charming

kiwi: kutie krab from spongebob

lenny: beetlejuice, inflatable dinosaur, macho man randy savage

louie: prairie king, [buzz lightyear], [minecraft diamond armor]

maddie: handmaid's tale uniform, marie curie (then proceeds to get mad at everyone for not recognizing her costume)

maive: queen of hearts

pika: jason momoa's aquaman, sinbad (from the 2003 movie)

sean: the local ridgeside legend of the local kiwi fruit, [car dealership dancing air tube]

sonny: charlie chaplin, vincent van gogh

torts: stegosaurus

ysabelle: britney spears from "hit me baby one more time" or "oops i did it again"

anton and paula: [victor van dort and the corpse bride], [woody & jessie]

ariah and louie: [baseball uniforms from a league of their own]

corine and ysa: kim possible and shego, dionne and cher from clueless, [elphaba and glinda], [storm and mystique]

bryle and faye: captain america and black widow, [bonnie & clyde]

bryle and jeric: super troopers cop and reno! 911 lt. dangle cop (without a wig, so just slutty, basically)

faye and ysa: [anna and elsa], [poison ivy and harley quinn (from the animated series)]

freddie and lola: quasimodo and esmeralda

ian and sean: [shrek and donkey]

keahi and trinnie: sharkboy and lava girl, pokemon to match blair and sean (probably meowth and jigglypuff (trinnie insisted on being a cute pokemon even though jigglypuff's not part of team rocket))

kimpoi and malaya: easter bunny and tooth fairy, popeye and olive oyl

maddie, corine, and ysa: [sanderson sisters], [totally spies]

philip and shiro: [mario and luigi], [purple cobra and average joe uniforms (from dodgeball)], [dug and russell (from up)]

sean and blair: rock'em sock'em robots and they just beat each other up the whole time, [chuck and tiffany], [bluey and bingo], [thing 1 and thing 2]

sonny and irene: lumiere and mrs. potts (bc they're the help)

yuuma and naomi: [minions], [ash ketchum and a low-effort pikachu]

I'm curious to hear others' ideas too, so if you have any, feel free to share in the reblogs/replies! ^^

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 28 (The Trouble With Marcus Flex)

Heather received great news from the developers of VetConnect when they agreed to help her build the PetConnect extension. They believed it would be successful and might even give her enough to buy out the Landgraabs, but for now, she just had to get it finished.

At work the next morning, she thanked her problematic vet tech, Marcus Flex, for the idea. But ever-flirty Marcus took it as something more.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. Heather pulled back immediately. "Half the clients who walk in here might fall to a puddle at your feet when you kiss them like that, but I'm your employer, Marcus."

"I'm sorry, Doc. I thought-"

"I should fire you. I can't because you kissed me and it'll look personal, but this is your last chance. Pull your socks up around here, or you'll have to find another place to work."

He was twenty-one years old and noncommittal by nature, but he finally started paying attention in his evening classes and began to pull his weight around the clinic.

Then one day, a girl came in with her family’s German Shepherd, Jax. She wiped tears from her eyes as she signed him in.

Instantly, Marcus was taken with her, approaching her and her dog with more trepidation than Heather had ever seen in him. "Hi, uh, my name's Marcus Flex. I'm sorry to see you looking so sad, but we'll take care of your dog and make him feel good as new."

"My mom was supposed to bring Jax for his annual check-up today, but she just died of heatstroke from the heat wave," she said gloomily. "I miss her so much."

Marcus wanted to reach out and comfort her, but his boss was watching nearby with a stern glare. "I'm so sorry for your loss, Miss...?"

"Thomasine Chopra."

Heather poured herself an espresso and smiled at Thomasine and her pet. "How are classes going at Deadgrass Isle High School, Thomasine?"

"We took a few weeks off to mourn my mom. Dad took us to the city to distract us, I think, but I couldn't sit through math class so I'm grateful. Needless to say, my last year of classes will start a little late."

Marcus looked away, flustered.

"I'm so sorry," Heather said. "When I heard about your mother's death I couldn't believe it. I can't imagine what you're going through."

"The card was really sweet, and Jax loves his Buttercups. Everyone in town's been great, and they've made things a little bit easier."

"Well, Marcus will take extra good care of Jax today, and I'm always here if you or your family need anything. Not just for Jax."

Heather's endlessly flirtatious vet tech had caused her as much grief as he'd proven he wasn't entirely hopeless. She couldn't help but think he needed guidance, and while they closed up at the end of the day, Heather warned him to wait for Thomasine Chopra. "I don't care if she's 18 already. If you think your feelings mean anything this time, keep your distance until graduation or I will fire you."

Marcus nodded, still a little shell-shocked by his new affections.

Could Heather continue to manage motherhood, the Landgraabs, and her clinic? ->

<- Previous Chapter | Gen 2 Start | Gen 1 Summary | Gen 1 Start

NOTE: When Heather opened her clinic, Marcus was one of the sims she could hire and I went for it immediately because I love playing with premades. But then Marcus became an obnoxious NPC who made out with every single customer constantly because the Romantic Aura Action Plan had been default activated in Brindleton Bay. It all gave unflirty Heather a negative 'witnessed crass moment' moodlet EVERY TIME. So I finally decided to give him a storyline with the intention of moving him into the save file so he'll age naturally, make nooboos, etc. Somewhat unfortunately this is the only unmarried sim Marcus wanted because I also hadn't adjusted my age gap romance settings after playing the Ultimate Decades Challenge in my last save, so YA and teens could flirt etc.

All this to say I promise I won't let Marcus become a complete toad. Since I love my premades, I'm plotting a decent arc because this save did him a little dirty.

[canonrpfinder]

Going to be checking through this blog regularly in case I find matches but here goes.

-> Age Search: 20+ (I am 24) -> SFW only please I am begging, ship rp is fine!! Just no smut-> RP Length: I am literate (as defined by this blog!) in my RP responses. I tend to write third-person with a lot of introspective commentary on my characters. Pls DM me on Tumblr if interested and we’ll move to Discord!!

Characters I can RP (I can also do NPCs for these medias):

Loki Laufeyson – MCU / Comics

Miguel O'Hara – Spiderverse / 2024 Comic

Doc Ock – MCU / Video Game

Moon Knight – MCU

Anakin / Darth Vader – Star Wars

Astarion – Baldur’s Gate 3

Phoenix Wright – Ace Attorney

Klavier Gavin – Ace Attorney

Nahyuta Sahdmadhi – Ace Attorney

Wrench – Watch Dogs 2

Dirk Strider – Homestuck

Karkat Vantas – Homestuck

Kankri Vantas – Homestuck

Cronus Ampora – Homestuck

Ratchet – Transformers IDW Continuity

Optimus Prime – Transformers IDW Continuity

Viktor – Arcane

Jekyll & Hyde – Literally any media type

Victor Frankenstein – Any media type

Literally anyone – K Project Anime

[roleplayfinder]

Going to be checking through this blog regularly in case I find matches but here goes.

-> Age Search: 20+ (I am 24) -> SFW only please I am begging, ship rp is fine!! Just no smut -> I want to RP as CANON chars with either other Canon chars or OCs!! I will NOT do incest though. Any RP genre is fine otherwise.

Characters I can RP (I can also do NPCs for these medias):

Loki Laufeyson -- MCU / Comics

Miguel O'Hara -- Spiderverse / 2024 Comic

Doc Ock -- MCU / Video Game

Moon Knight -- MCU

Anakin / Darth Vader -- Star Wars

Astarion -- Baldur's Gate 3

Phoenix Wright -- Ace Attorney

Klavier Gavin -- Ace Attorney

Nahyuta Sahdmadhi -- Ace Attorney

Wrench -- Watch Dogs 2

Dirk Strider -- Homestuck

Karkat Vantas -- Homestuck

Kankri Vantas -- Homestuck

Cronus Ampora -- Homestuck

Ratchet -- Transformers IDW Continuity

Optimus Prime -- Transformers IDW Continuity

Viktor -- Arcane

Angel Dust -- Hazbin Hotel

Stolas -- Helluva Boss

Jekyll & Hyde -- Literally any media type

Victor Frankenstein -- Any media type

Literally anyone -- K Project Anime

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[soulstagger]

So finished my messing around, a lil work to do with the updating of profiles but my idea for what's under the readmore was this.

I don't want people to be paralyzed by choices. I also want to be able to focus the stuff I really want to receive, without cutting the old stuff entirely.

So on Soulstagger's main doc, once I update it.

Box 1 and Box 2 will be there. Organized by 'not entirely just fantasy or touhou' and 'fantasy and touhou' lol.

The idea of them being so easily visible and with full profiles is to say, yes these are my focus.

Box 3 and 4 will be linked to in some fashion, they're meant to be a step away, and for now without full profiles. As usual over time I'll probably add and update them all but, I want them to exist in a fashion of. They're still available, but not my focus.

Most of the stuff in box 3 and 4 are legacy or very limited muses, single ships or just npc level muses. It's not like they can't be elevated up if ideas allow them to.

Hopefully it creates a feeling of, ah the first two boxes I see are what Kako wants to focus on, but if you're not feeling that and want to dig into the past, you can.

Box 1 includes stuff like Modern/Modern Fantasy, Red Multiverse Stuff, Canons like Skadi and Gacha focused stuff like Yume.

Box 2 has fantasy/fantasy adjacent stuff. Touhou and my Searoulean, all which can cross over nicely.

Box 3 has a lot of legacy or Searoulean NPCs. Stuff that's old from Redbellion and Akai Sekai, or Searoulean muses that are more on request like Usha and Elva. As well as major older Touhous and Lust Variants. You'll see me still post these on the dash from time to time without prompting.

Box 4 is more of the same, small ideas, old muses, former fandoms. Muses that are in limbo or near dead, single use Lust variants, or hyper specific use Searoulean muses. They're not unadded nor are the threads dead. But like example, I only want to use Tone with 3 people and probably no more than that. So they can sit here for now.

Box 3 and 4 being linked on a different doc, so it's a step to find them.

[mylordshesacactus]

Suncrest Campaign Wrap-Up: The Duality Of Session Titles

Our player-notes document is a communal Google Doc, where everyone (including the beleaguered DM) can hop back to check details from earlier sessions--highly recommend this system, honestly. And, for ease of reference, every week after the session wraps up I go in and give the session a title, so that we can use the gdocs Table of Contents feature to easily jump between entries.

In general, I try to make these at least somewhat informative--I try to match the tone of the title to the overall tone of the session, and reference something that'll make it clear in six months what the hell I'm talking about.

So, in honor of the party reaching the campaign endgame: A final write-up of all our session titles over the course of the campaign.

A Long Time Ago In A Campaign Setting Far, Far Away (Level-1 Adventures & The Doppelganger Arc):

1: You Meet In A Tavern Fire 2: Patience Is A Virtue (in which the party got what was meant to be mid-campaign reveal information in session 2 due to excellent restraint and investigation, and also met long-term NPC Virtue Chirelli) 3: Secrets Of Shroudpost 4: Nightfall 5: Jumping At Shadows 6: Teamwork Makes The Dream Work

Both Parts Of The Name (Abandoned Temple Quest Arc)

7: Stories & Stoves (the party meets Arlette, who runs a magic-and-general-store called Staves & Stoves, and is given a quest) 8: Indiana Jones & The Temple Of Realistic Consequences 9: D&D A-Bridged 10: This Temple Is Weird (the party fights a water weird) 11: Big Fucking Dragon 12: Max and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Campaign, or: The Gang Gets Obscenely Rich

Night Hag Arc

13: Once More Into The Breach 14: #WWFD? (What Would Farrah Do--her player was absent that week) 15: The Power Of Friendship And These Tits I Found 16: GAH, Or: Wake Up There's Hags 17: Now With 33% Less Hag! 18: Hag-gling Over Loot 19: Good Thing We Didn't Leave Those NPC Guards Unsupervised

Werewolf Arc

20: Trouble In Thistledale 21: Family & Forestry 22: First Blood 23: There Wolves 24: Protectors 25: Assassin's Creed This Shit 26: The Silverlight Hounds 27: Overwhelming Force 28: New Moon 29: Firelight Festival

Election Fraud Arc

30: Political Theater 31: Landlords & Other Bloodthirsty Monstrosities 32: Hashtag Escapism 33: Of Mortgages & Murder 34: A Dish-tressing Discovery (a friendly NPC was almost murdered via sleep deprivation using a cursed goblet) 35: Jackoff And The Giant Beanstalk 36: The Key To Success

Requiem Arc

37: Directionality 38: Brought To You By The Letter 'N' 39: Long Rest 40: Please Do Not Bother The Violet Guard 41: Crimes 42: MASQUERAAAAAAAAADE 43: Everything Goes Completely Tits-Up 44: Breadcrumbs 45: A Suspiciously Well-Maintained Passageway 46: Foul Water 47: Several Discussions Of Traps 48: In Memoriam (the TREATY puzzle; the party learns everything about the day the world ended 50 years ago) 49: This Is Fine 50: Sax And Violince 51: You Have [36] New Messages

The Siege of Suncrest

52: Storm of Vengeance 53: Andromeda Gets Drugs From The Cops 54: Mindboggling (the party fights boggles) 55: The Siege Of Suncrest 56: What, Like It's Hard? (the party defeats what was meant to be a session-long boss fight in two rounds) 57: Breach 58: Your Stunned Silence Is Very Reassuring (death of a beloved NPC; the party was so stressed that nobody took a single note in the doc) 59: Tallyho 60: Release The Hounds

Faewild Arc

61: Crossover 62: The Tortoise And The Almost Perfect Aesop Reference (the party rides a dragon turtle and meets rabbitfolk) 63: Warren Of The Shining Wires 64: The Next Step 65: Perfect Time To Get Stoned (party fights a gorgon) 66: The Feathered Serpent 67: Plan C: Jo [the DM] Kills Us In Real Life 68: Frostfire 69: Wolves of Winter 70: Do It For The Vine

Endgame

71: [Preposition] The Hedge (the party begins infiltrating the Palace of Summer, which sits at the center of a giant hedge maze) 72: The Dread Gazebo 73: A Wolf A Goose A Cabbage And The Concept Of Summer Walk Into A Bar 74: Domination 75: In Which Nobody Touches Anything (the wizard, after spending the entire session of sneaking through several different trophy rooms frantically trying to keep the party from touching anything, pockets a legendary item off a display case without telling anyone) 76: The Hand Of Fate 77: Hold Fast 78: The Fall Of Summer 79: The Distant Light