#witchwagon

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🔮#Gorgon🌙#Trail: the #witchwagon is now #drivingfast pulled by Ender #beasts. The deeper I get into #Spine2D #animation and #animatedloop, the more I enjoy #indiegamedev. This #indiegame will be an #oregontrail for #witches. As a #coven on the run, you find and #trade #magic #goods, while using #spells to manipulate customers and rivals as you #smuggle #contraband and #enchanted #treasures . . #personalproject #followyourdreams #drawingwhileblack #arteveryday (at El Cerrito) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDzW9NjjV7J/?igshid=1nffkeug8pca8

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2.2.3 - News Broken

Winter night was drawing around us like the walls of a witchwagon, dark and impenetrable. Larix had followed through on her threat; when our conference disbanded, we found Sedec in the process of excavating a second fire-pit, at the westernmost corner of our central tent. Some of the younger children had discerned that the process entailed digging, and were watching from a wary distance as he…

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  SPEED: "Aaand that’s how we met Mr. Jonathan. I'm still a little surprised he came back to thank us, t'be honest, much less decided to stick 'round an' help us out..." JONA: "Well, you did try your best! And it was about time for me to find a less dangerous line of work anyway. So it all works out in the end, eh? ✿"

(( @sailorspencer , contract, complete~ and thank you for the kind words! ))

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0.2.4 - Wolf Smile

0.2.4 – Wolf Smile

The witchwagon sat in the center of Highcopse, in the middle of the town square. Past the wagon, across from the inn, was the stable. It was a fancy thing, elaborate—they’d built a palisade to section it off from the townsfolk, and the smell of smoke suggested that there was a separate blacksmith for the horses.   I crouched on the inside of the palisade, in a training arena that hadn’t been…

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0.2.3 - Talking the Knight Around

0.2.3 – Talking the Knight Around

Aidan reached the bottom of the steps. I saw his eyes land on me, track my gaze back to the witchwagon, saw him set his jaw and ascend.   “Slate. We’ll be ready to leave soon.”  “Cheers, choir boy.”   “I’m glad we’re starting with him,” Grannine leaned forward, arms around Her knees. “I like him.”  I don’t.  “He has conviction.”   He’d have no problem murdering us in our sleep if he thought…