Junior Apothecary Emilia Westmarch (
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veneration (cw: destruction by fire)
[The communicator is propped up on a small kickstand, in what seems to be a dirt lot. In front of it is a crude straw doll, twice life-size, bound to a wooden fencepost.]
Can't believe it's taken this long for one of you to die.
[Emilia's voice is somewhere behind the camera, and her shadow falls over the doll. Flames crackle and streak like a projectile to strike the doll in the center of its chest. It catches immediately and begins to burn.
Emilia recites:]
We are the chill in a coward's spine. We are the instruments of an unyielding ire. We burn the wickerman as a symbol of victory against old enemies. Those who fear and revile us as monsters will be struck down. In the face of atrocities, we have only grown stronger. We are the Forsaken.
[She pauses. The doll is still burning, but has lost its shape - it is mostly sticks and ash now.]
Dark Lady watch over you.
[Optional Spam, open to all:
In the streets of Blackway, a huge, rotting creature shuffles, leaving pools of foul liquid in its wake. It's twice as tall as a human and three times as wide. Four, if you could the cloud of flies around it as part of its radius. The smell alone is overpowering.
It's carrying a durable plastic bag filthy with the same ichor, filled with sewing supplies and topped with a hand-written shopping list in thin, spidery penmanship.
If you own a shop, it might poke its head in there, too. Its sense of direction isn't very good.]
Can't believe it's taken this long for one of you to die.
[Emilia's voice is somewhere behind the camera, and her shadow falls over the doll. Flames crackle and streak like a projectile to strike the doll in the center of its chest. It catches immediately and begins to burn.
Emilia recites:]
We are the chill in a coward's spine. We are the instruments of an unyielding ire. We burn the wickerman as a symbol of victory against old enemies. Those who fear and revile us as monsters will be struck down. In the face of atrocities, we have only grown stronger. We are the Forsaken.
[She pauses. The doll is still burning, but has lost its shape - it is mostly sticks and ash now.]
Dark Lady watch over you.
[Optional Spam, open to all:
In the streets of Blackway, a huge, rotting creature shuffles, leaving pools of foul liquid in its wake. It's twice as tall as a human and three times as wide. Four, if you could the cloud of flies around it as part of its radius. The smell alone is overpowering.
It's carrying a durable plastic bag filthy with the same ichor, filled with sewing supplies and topped with a hand-written shopping list in thin, spidery penmanship.
If you own a shop, it might poke its head in there, too. Its sense of direction isn't very good.]
Action
Hopefully this doesn't lead to anything big.
Once her mind's calmed down, she goes back to review the family portraits she look the day earlier, picking out which ones to give to her most recent client.
A terrible smell eventually catches her attention, and the familiar opening of the door at Jade & Co. catches her attention makes her look up.]
Can I help you wi- [Oh Jesus what is that what is it holding.]
[With no time to waste, Jade whips out her staff and jumps over the counter, prepared for the thing to attack.]
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[The thing fixes mismatched eyes on her staff and freezes, like a rabbit in front of a several-times-smaller cat.]
Action
Hah! [Just a regular attack grunt from her.]
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It hides the bag behind itself, clumsily.]
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Good. She takes another step closer.]
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Rwrrr.
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It's extremely tempting to fight him right there, but the mess would be impossible to clean up, and be especially back for business. Obviously, she needs to lure it outside and fight it there, hopefully keeping it away from the regular civilians.
She ducks and rolls, attempting to get around the monster and towards the door.]
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It looks around, under all of its arms and under a nearby table.
???]
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Hey! Over here! [Her staff is out again.]
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A small group of people start of gather outside the building, but surprisingly, they're not panicking. Nervous, yes, but not so much as most people would if they saw a disgusting flesh monster about to leave a store.]
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Rwrr.
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At this point, one of the members of the crowd taps Jade on the shoulder and whispers to her. Apparently, they've seen this monster before, and its never actively tried to hurt anyone yet, but just...looks really creepy.
Now this is embarrassing. Jade puts her staff away and stands up straight, shifting her weight from foot to foot.]
So...you can come out. I won't attack you. [Can it understand human speech?]
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[Uncertain. That's a looot of people.]
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Can you understand me? You can come out? [She takes out her camera. Maybe that will catch its curiosity? Anything to get it out of the shop.]
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Hey, everyone? Try to stand back a bit.
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What if it just. Sneaks away?
It tries, in possibly one of the least stealthy maneuvers of all time.]
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