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Hopefully Spark's line will continue soon as well.
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>>168093
I'm glad we agree. Necromancy is all about 'making friends'. Friendship is magic afterall ^:)
I'm glad we agree. Necromancy is all about 'making friends'. Friendship is magic afterall ^:)
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>>168097
So, where do we start? I was in conversation with Lichorice Lament.
I'm still not sure what you want me to do with my character sheet, but I would rather keep things moving for now.
So, where do we start? I was in conversation with Lichorice Lament.
I'm still not sure what you want me to do with my character sheet, but I would rather keep things moving for now.
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Also, GM.
Was I able to tell what kind of undead monster this Sorceress was? If she was a regular zombie, she can never again be raised with a mere Animate Dead spell, but if she were a different type of undead, like a Juju Zombie, Animate Dead might restore her back to undeath, as per Faces Of The Deadlands.
I had picked a lvl 2 Deathmaster scroll of Animate Dead as part of my starting equipment. If that has a chance of reviving what may be an allied NPC Sorceress and persistent character who could advise and teach me in the arts, I would gladly use it on this Zebra instead of keeping it for myself, although I may not be able to to raise the dead for a while without it.
Was I able to tell what kind of undead monster this Sorceress was? If she was a regular zombie, she can never again be raised with a mere Animate Dead spell, but if she were a different type of undead, like a Juju Zombie, Animate Dead might restore her back to undeath, as per Faces Of The Deadlands.
I had picked a lvl 2 Deathmaster scroll of Animate Dead as part of my starting equipment. If that has a chance of reviving what may be an allied NPC Sorceress and persistent character who could advise and teach me in the arts, I would gladly use it on this Zebra instead of keeping it for myself, although I may not be able to to raise the dead for a while without it.
>>167897
He smiles as he looks to Posie
"I've managed to stick around for a while, haven't I? That should tell you much."
>>167925
His coat is a bit darker than charcoal, well trimmed and shinny, if a bit dishelved in some areas like around his shoulders. His mane is rather long, and though it is clearly disheveled by sleep now, was likely groomed and combed back as recently as last night. The white-fleece color appears to be the original color, or if the fruits of advanced age, has come in gracefully, as attested by the presence of a visible black streak. He is slim and has a concave belly, but is on the whole rather large and tall, and surely a handsome stallion to living mares. Fetlocks extend over groomed hooves that are a bony grey color.
"I can't quite say that death much appeals to me, personally." He says to her. Something in the way he looks at her suggests that instinct would lead to him attempting to court her, were circumstances different, or had he less information than he did. But in that same look is clear restraint, and no effort to pursue such a course.
He still carries his wine glass around in an aura of pruple magic. He places it to his lips, and with a final sip, swallows the last of the liquid, before placing the glass down on what must be an antique table with an oil lamp between himself and the window.
"Oh, I'd say I was a generalist in the arts, but with a preference for the liberal arts. Philosophy, poetry, portraiture, and the like." He blinks and makes another smile. "But of course, you mean the magical arts. In that, I would say transfiguration and
alchemy have caught my attention particularly."
>>168099
Upon further investigation, Posie can determine something new. The corpse was not animated per an internal animating principle. The corpse was instead puppeted via an external source.
He smiles as he looks to Posie
"I've managed to stick around for a while, haven't I? That should tell you much."
>>167925
His coat is a bit darker than charcoal, well trimmed and shinny, if a bit dishelved in some areas like around his shoulders. His mane is rather long, and though it is clearly disheveled by sleep now, was likely groomed and combed back as recently as last night. The white-fleece color appears to be the original color, or if the fruits of advanced age, has come in gracefully, as attested by the presence of a visible black streak. He is slim and has a concave belly, but is on the whole rather large and tall, and surely a handsome stallion to living mares. Fetlocks extend over groomed hooves that are a bony grey color.
"I can't quite say that death much appeals to me, personally." He says to her. Something in the way he looks at her suggests that instinct would lead to him attempting to court her, were circumstances different, or had he less information than he did. But in that same look is clear restraint, and no effort to pursue such a course.
He still carries his wine glass around in an aura of pruple magic. He places it to his lips, and with a final sip, swallows the last of the liquid, before placing the glass down on what must be an antique table with an oil lamp between himself and the window.
"Oh, I'd say I was a generalist in the arts, but with a preference for the liberal arts. Philosophy, poetry, portraiture, and the like." He blinks and makes another smile. "But of course, you mean the magical arts. In that, I would say transfiguration and
alchemy have caught my attention particularly."
>>168099
Upon further investigation, Posie can determine something new. The corpse was not animated per an internal animating principle. The corpse was instead puppeted via an external source.
>>168100
>That should tell you much.
Rosie nods slowly.
"I suppose so."
>"I can't quite say that death much appeals to me, personally."
"You should try it some time. I've personally done it twice. The first time was rather unpleasant, but the second wasn't bad at all. Morphine is a wonderful thing."
>instinct would lead to him attempting to court her
*is slightly flattered*
>transfiguration and
alchemy have caught my attention particularly
"Ah, a transmorphist. Not quite as romantic as necromancy, but certainly quite useful in its own right. There's no shortage of Necromancers in magehold, but as soon as custom cadavers come into shortage everyone scrambles for the transmuters."
>puppeted via an external source.
Rosie Ringer squints
"This... Mare... How exactly was she raised from her grave?"
>That should tell you much.
Rosie nods slowly.
"I suppose so."
>"I can't quite say that death much appeals to me, personally."
"You should try it some time. I've personally done it twice. The first time was rather unpleasant, but the second wasn't bad at all. Morphine is a wonderful thing."
>instinct would lead to him attempting to court her
*is slightly flattered*
>transfiguration and
alchemy have caught my attention particularly
"Ah, a transmorphist. Not quite as romantic as necromancy, but certainly quite useful in its own right. There's no shortage of Necromancers in magehold, but as soon as custom cadavers come into shortage everyone scrambles for the transmuters."
>puppeted via an external source.
Rosie Ringer squints
"This... Mare... How exactly was she raised from her grave?"
>>168101
He raises his eyes up towards the beams that traverse the inverted-v of the ceiling.
"I don't know if I would consider it less romantic. We are after all dealing with the building blocks of the universe."
He looks back to Posey
"I wasn't there for it. But I know who had done it. And I can imagine how."
Then he looks down to the corpse of the zebra mare.
"Once the animating principle had left it, the mage replaced it with another. But it was no simple zombification, which replaces the soul with something like the winding coil of an automaton - but something a bit more spiritual in nature. I'm not sure if he used a sort of... extension of himself to fill the body, or if he called forth spirits from the beyond... But I imagine it was something of that nature.
Gloomy is caressed possessively
Day Low Rain moves a bit closer to Lament, and places a hoof on his back, as if to make the nature of their acquaintanceship a bit more evident. Lament seems not to notice.
He raises his eyes up towards the beams that traverse the inverted-v of the ceiling.
"I don't know if I would consider it less romantic. We are after all dealing with the building blocks of the universe."
He looks back to Posey
"I wasn't there for it. But I know who had done it. And I can imagine how."
Then he looks down to the corpse of the zebra mare.
"Once the animating principle had left it, the mage replaced it with another. But it was no simple zombification, which replaces the soul with something like the winding coil of an automaton - but something a bit more spiritual in nature. I'm not sure if he used a sort of... extension of himself to fill the body, or if he called forth spirits from the beyond... But I imagine it was something of that nature.
Gloomy is caressed possessively
Day Low Rain moves a bit closer to Lament, and places a hoof on his back, as if to make the nature of their acquaintanceship a bit more evident. Lament seems not to notice.
I'm taking the liberty to roll religion to see what Posie would personally know about this method of undeath.
[1d20+9 = (8+9) = 17]
[1d20+9 = (8+9) = 17]
>>168103
>I know who had done it.
"Oh, who would that be? I'm curious to know who else might be practicing the art in this region."
>simple zombification, which replaces the soul with something like the winding coil of an automaton
At this, Posie gives a bit of an equine snort at the oversimplication of her passion, but seems to acknowledge his basic understanding of the craft.
>called forth spirits from the beyond... But I imagine it was something of that nature.
"Well, if she were merely a zombie, she could never again be raised as another zombie after destruction, but if she were something else, the same magic that animates zombies might be able to breath some unlike back into her... Or perhaps one of the various curses on her body may activate. It's not easy to tell without thorough examination."
She turns to Lament a bit more directly, producing a scroll with the glow of her horn.
"Is that what you'd have me do here today?"
>I know who had done it.
"Oh, who would that be? I'm curious to know who else might be practicing the art in this region."
>simple zombification, which replaces the soul with something like the winding coil of an automaton
At this, Posie gives a bit of an equine snort at the oversimplication of her passion, but seems to acknowledge his basic understanding of the craft.
>called forth spirits from the beyond... But I imagine it was something of that nature.
"Well, if she were merely a zombie, she could never again be raised as another zombie after destruction, but if she were something else, the same magic that animates zombies might be able to breath some unlike back into her... Or perhaps one of the various curses on her body may activate. It's not easy to tell without thorough examination."
She turns to Lament a bit more directly, producing a scroll with the glow of her horn.
"Is that what you'd have me do here today?"
>>168104
Lament is describing two distinct forms of animation.
The first is where the soul of a still leaving creature extends itself to occupy the functions of another being (which must almost always be dead or unconsious) in something between telekinesis and astral projection, although generally requiring telekinesis to "puppet" the non-living thing. It's doable by a powerful enough mage, at least in theory, but generally is conducted with the aid of spiritual magic.
The other process that Lament is describing is where a spiritual entity, similar in nature to a the soul of a living creature, but generally having originated as a spitual entity and never having living, occupies an inanimate thing and animates it. To put it simply: demonic possession. The terrestrial sphere is generally impermeable to these entities, and they require invitation by spiritual practices, although they tend to be hard to control, and thus this practice is usually inadvisable. The souls of living, or formerly living creatures could likely do the same, save that they require a source of motion that is generally lacking in corpses, save for the absolutely most recently deceased.
>>168105
"His name was Sweet Boek, a talented mage and landowner in Baltimare. But he... isn't practicing here anymore."
He looks directly at Posie
"He too, fell to the mercenaries hired by the Customs agents."
"I don't believe she was ever a zombie in the proper sense"
It's Day Low Rain, and not Lament who answers
"I am certain she'd rather serve in undeath, then to join the other side of her family in the Mausoleum."
Lament is describing two distinct forms of animation.
The first is where the soul of a still leaving creature extends itself to occupy the functions of another being (which must almost always be dead or unconsious) in something between telekinesis and astral projection, although generally requiring telekinesis to "puppet" the non-living thing. It's doable by a powerful enough mage, at least in theory, but generally is conducted with the aid of spiritual magic.
The other process that Lament is describing is where a spiritual entity, similar in nature to a the soul of a living creature, but generally having originated as a spitual entity and never having living, occupies an inanimate thing and animates it. To put it simply: demonic possession. The terrestrial sphere is generally impermeable to these entities, and they require invitation by spiritual practices, although they tend to be hard to control, and thus this practice is usually inadvisable. The souls of living, or formerly living creatures could likely do the same, save that they require a source of motion that is generally lacking in corpses, save for the absolutely most recently deceased.
>>168105
"His name was Sweet Boek, a talented mage and landowner in Baltimare. But he... isn't practicing here anymore."
He looks directly at Posie
"He too, fell to the mercenaries hired by the Customs agents."
"I don't believe she was ever a zombie in the proper sense"
It's Day Low Rain, and not Lament who answers
"I am certain she'd rather serve in undeath, then to join the other side of her family in the Mausoleum."
Rosie Ring carefully unrolls the scroll. It's a rather long scroll of a ghoulish design. Ugly, wrinkled, veined material that looks more like dried skin than parchment. The writing on it is written in red ink, the arcane writings scribbled and chaotic like the ravings of a madman. It's wrapped around a hollow bone shaft, the end of which she twists carefully to reveal a hidden compartment from which she produces a six of exquisitely carved onyx gems, levitating one before Lichorice, revealing it to be carved in the shape of a black equine skull.
"A little parting gift, from my master, in case I needed to make some friends." she says, visibly amused by the irony of her own words
"These materials are rather scarce to come by, and I've only enough for a couple castings, but what's that phrase that ponies use around these parts...? Was it, 'sharing is caring'..?"
>>168106
I meant in mechanical game terms, but I think that's good enough of an explanation without meta knowledge. I would like to try it some day.
>occupies an inanimate thing and animates it. To put it simply: demonic possession
Ah, I know about that spell. It's called Viledeath.
>"He too, fell to the mercenaries hired by the Customs agents."
Posie seems momentarily disappointed, but shrugs.
"So it is then. I might want to see where he's buried some time though."
>"I am certain she'd rather serve in undeath, then to join the other side of her family in the Mausoleum."
Posie smirks
"Then let's get to work."
Rosie Ring positions herself over the corpse, the scroll whirling around her. A section of it glows bright red as she twirls in an elaborate dance (exaggerating the gestures of the somatic components for showmanship). She telekinetically pulls the deceased Zebra's eyelid back, before slipping the carved piece of onyx beneath the eyeball.
"Dark and fell tide, rise at my call. Through the powers vested in me, I demand that this mare LIVES!"
With this, a section from her scroll's writing disappears, as she casts Animate Dead from it, at third caster level (as a Death master)
If she were one of the types of greater undead that could be revived with Animate Dead, she should rise good as new. If she were just a corpse, she should rise as a mere zombie.
"A little parting gift, from my master, in case I needed to make some friends." she says, visibly amused by the irony of her own words
"These materials are rather scarce to come by, and I've only enough for a couple castings, but what's that phrase that ponies use around these parts...? Was it, 'sharing is caring'..?"
>>168106
I meant in mechanical game terms, but I think that's good enough of an explanation without meta knowledge. I would like to try it some day.
>occupies an inanimate thing and animates it. To put it simply: demonic possession
Ah, I know about that spell. It's called Viledeath.
>"He too, fell to the mercenaries hired by the Customs agents."
Posie seems momentarily disappointed, but shrugs.
"So it is then. I might want to see where he's buried some time though."
>"I am certain she'd rather serve in undeath, then to join the other side of her family in the Mausoleum."
Posie smirks
"Then let's get to work."
Rosie Ring positions herself over the corpse, the scroll whirling around her. A section of it glows bright red as she twirls in an elaborate dance (exaggerating the gestures of the somatic components for showmanship). She telekinetically pulls the deceased Zebra's eyelid back, before slipping the carved piece of onyx beneath the eyeball.
"Dark and fell tide, rise at my call. Through the powers vested in me, I demand that this mare LIVES!"
With this, a section from her scroll's writing disappears, as she casts Animate Dead from it, at third caster level (as a Death master)
If she were one of the types of greater undead that could be revived with Animate Dead, she should rise good as new. If she were just a corpse, she should rise as a mere zombie.
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Oh wait, I'm retarded. You could reanimate a zombie with FotDL rules. Just not with PHB Animate Dead rules.
I guess the DM decides what works in the end. In any case, Posie is here to make friends.
I guess the DM decides what works in the end. In any case, Posie is here to make friends.
>>168108
>>168108
>six gems
>to make friends
>make up to six friends
>is a unicorn mage
>already has a slave/younger sibling companion
I see where this is going
"I doubt he's buried" he remarks. But then he turns his attention to Posie, carefully watching as she places the stone on the body of the zebra, and performs her incantation.
The corpse's eyes flinch, already open, and then shine an unnatural hue of green. Day Low Rain breathes in loudly, and raises her right foreleg before her chest as she watches the corpse raise itself up. Then, as if alive, it moves off of the bed, and stands up. The many cuts and bruises don't heal in any significant sense, yet they seal up as if sewn. The zebra mare stands before Posie now, perfectly still.
>>168108
>six gems
>to make friends
>make up to six friends
>is a unicorn mage
>already has a slave/younger sibling companion
I see where this is going
"I doubt he's buried" he remarks. But then he turns his attention to Posie, carefully watching as she places the stone on the body of the zebra, and performs her incantation.
The corpse's eyes flinch, already open, and then shine an unnatural hue of green. Day Low Rain breathes in loudly, and raises her right foreleg before her chest as she watches the corpse raise itself up. Then, as if alive, it moves off of the bed, and stands up. The many cuts and bruises don't heal in any significant sense, yet they seal up as if sewn. The zebra mare stands before Posie now, perfectly still.
>>168111
"Welcome back back, miss-" (I forgot her name, if it was mentioned)
Rosie Ring encircles the zebra, placing a hoof to her flank spanking her and further healing the wounds and breathing unlife into the corpse with the boundless negative energy from her Charnel Touch, until she's satisfied with the condition of the zombie.
"Looks like we've made a new friend." she announces, looking rather pleased with herself as she turns to Licorice Lament
"I"m hoping to properly learn this art myself in good time, but for that I'll need some practice. What is our next order of business?"
"Welcome back back, miss-" (I forgot her name, if it was mentioned)
Rosie Ring encircles the zebra, placing a hoof to her flank spanking her and further healing the wounds and breathing unlife into the corpse with the boundless negative energy from her Charnel Touch, until she's satisfied with the condition of the zombie.
"Looks like we've made a new friend." she announces, looking rather pleased with herself as she turns to Licorice Lament
"I"m hoping to properly learn this art myself in good time, but for that I'll need some practice. What is our next order of business?"
>>168112
"Rue Dumare" Day Low Rain finishes. Day Low Rain looks astonished by the process, while Lament observes more quietly, and with a less clear reaction. Dumare twists her head to follow Posie with her glowing green eyes, until the head can turn no more. With the spank, her tail whips around. Posie can see the wounds heal even further, until Dumare looks like a paler, scrawner version of a live zebra mare, like a fresh corpse. With no command, Dumare moves over to a nightstand by the bed, grabs a purple drape with her hooves, and places it over herself, and then picks up a cane, and a golden brooch, adorning herself with it. Dumare then returns to a standing position.
"Heh heh, I suppose getting you settled." He raises an eye brow and tilts his head. "Do you feel settled?"
"Rue Dumare" Day Low Rain finishes. Day Low Rain looks astonished by the process, while Lament observes more quietly, and with a less clear reaction. Dumare twists her head to follow Posie with her glowing green eyes, until the head can turn no more. With the spank, her tail whips around. Posie can see the wounds heal even further, until Dumare looks like a paler, scrawner version of a live zebra mare, like a fresh corpse. With no command, Dumare moves over to a nightstand by the bed, grabs a purple drape with her hooves, and places it over herself, and then picks up a cane, and a golden brooch, adorning herself with it. Dumare then returns to a standing position.
"Heh heh, I suppose getting you settled." He raises an eye brow and tilts his head. "Do you feel settled?"
>>168113
>With no command, Dumare moves over to a nightstand by the bed, grabs a purple drape with her hooves, and places it over herself, and then picks up a cane, and a golden brooch, adorning herself with it. Dumare then returns to a standing position.
This is behavior I wouldn't expect from an ordinary zombie. Rosie Ring looks visibly fascinated at this.
"She must've had a strong force of personality... being a sorceress and all." she says, looking on analytically.
Rolling religion, just to catch any anomalies. Perhaps she's something more than a zombie?
[1d20+9 = (11+9) = 20]
>"Do you feel settled?"
"I think this country will be quite some fun." she says, raising Gloomy and telekinetically cradling him. The colt giggles
"I think I would like to be shown my quarters though. I'm going to need a bit of space for my research, and to care for Gloomy." she says, caressing the colt
>With no command, Dumare moves over to a nightstand by the bed, grabs a purple drape with her hooves, and places it over herself, and then picks up a cane, and a golden brooch, adorning herself with it. Dumare then returns to a standing position.
This is behavior I wouldn't expect from an ordinary zombie. Rosie Ring looks visibly fascinated at this.
"She must've had a strong force of personality... being a sorceress and all." she says, looking on analytically.
Rolling religion, just to catch any anomalies. Perhaps she's something more than a zombie?
[1d20+9 = (11+9) = 20]
>"Do you feel settled?"
"I think this country will be quite some fun." she says, raising Gloomy and telekinetically cradling him. The colt giggles
"I think I would like to be shown my quarters though. I'm going to need a bit of space for my research, and to care for Gloomy." she says, caressing the colt
>>168114
Posie is not, ultimately, able to understand precisely what is going on with this mare. What she does know is that this zebra was knowledgeable in the art of witchcraft, and was a powerful witch in life. Some magic, or some part of her soul, must surely linger, though the mechanism escapes her at this moment. Posie knows that Voodoo is an ancient necromantic art and can guess that it has innovated since reaching Equestrian shores, though exactly how, she has not learned.
Lament answers,
"I suppose you have a few choices. Besides this bungalow, there is another further back. I also have an available guest room in my manor. Or perhaps you'd rather stay in town."
Posie is not, ultimately, able to understand precisely what is going on with this mare. What she does know is that this zebra was knowledgeable in the art of witchcraft, and was a powerful witch in life. Some magic, or some part of her soul, must surely linger, though the mechanism escapes her at this moment. Posie knows that Voodoo is an ancient necromantic art and can guess that it has innovated since reaching Equestrian shores, though exactly how, she has not learned.
Lament answers,
"I suppose you have a few choices. Besides this bungalow, there is another further back. I also have an available guest room in my manor. Or perhaps you'd rather stay in town."
>>168114
>"She must've had a strong force of personality... being a sorceress and all."
Lament answers:
"She did... she did..."
>"She must've had a strong force of personality... being a sorceress and all."
Lament answers:
"She did... she did..."
>>168115
>though exactly how, she has not learned
This sparks a glimmer in her eye, eager to learn this art some day.
>answers
"Since the two of us are to be in your service, what would you recommend? We're not picky. We're both familiar with the thrall quarters back in Magehold."
>"She did... she did..."
"She'll be worth observing then." Posie decides
She points a hoof towards the zombie and speaks authoritatively, her eyes giving off a glow
"Do as your sister says." she orders, functionally passing control of the Zombie to Day Low Rain
She then turns to Day Low Rain
"I'll leave her with you. Think of it as a gift for us to get to know each other. If she ever starts mutating or shambling or otherwise becomes difficult to control, just give me a call and I will handle her."
>though exactly how, she has not learned
This sparks a glimmer in her eye, eager to learn this art some day.
>answers
"Since the two of us are to be in your service, what would you recommend? We're not picky. We're both familiar with the thrall quarters back in Magehold."
>"She did... she did..."
"She'll be worth observing then." Posie decides
She points a hoof towards the zombie and speaks authoritatively, her eyes giving off a glow
"Do as your sister says." she orders, functionally passing control of the Zombie to Day Low Rain
She then turns to Day Low Rain
"I'll leave her with you. Think of it as a gift for us to get to know each other. If she ever starts mutating or shambling or otherwise becomes difficult to control, just give me a call and I will handle her."
>>168117
Day Low Rain slowly nods, but then bows her head.
"Thank you..." she says
Lament walks closer to Posie
"Well... I personally prefer the... let's call it country life out here. With the option to go into town at will, of course. There's a library, kitchen, and much more in the manor. But there's also regular parties. If you wish to be more isolated, you may want to go to the guest house. The lake has larger been grown over by trees, but it's separated by a line of trees from the main manor house, and feels isolated, though it's only a quick trot away. But if what you like is to live amongst the city, I'm sure Debride can set you up with an apartment, or perhaps even better options in downtown."
Day Low Rain slowly nods, but then bows her head.
"Thank you..." she says
Lament walks closer to Posie
"Well... I personally prefer the... let's call it country life out here. With the option to go into town at will, of course. There's a library, kitchen, and much more in the manor. But there's also regular parties. If you wish to be more isolated, you may want to go to the guest house. The lake has larger been grown over by trees, but it's separated by a line of trees from the main manor house, and feels isolated, though it's only a quick trot away. But if what you like is to live amongst the city, I'm sure Debride can set you up with an apartment, or perhaps even better options in downtown."
>>168118
>set you up with an apartment
I will not be a rentoid. I am a proud vampiric warlord.
"Well, I do enjoy a good party, and a library sounds splendid, though I don't mind the isolation either. I'm under orders to keep my operations covert; if you'd rather have me in the guesthouse to keep secrets, I'm all but satisfied with staying there."
The pets Gloomy again
"Come nightfall, I wouldn't mind going for a stroll, if you wouldn't mind. To get to know the area somewhat."
>set you up with an apartment
I will not be a rentoid. I am a proud vampiric warlord.
"Well, I do enjoy a good party, and a library sounds splendid, though I don't mind the isolation either. I'm under orders to keep my operations covert; if you'd rather have me in the guesthouse to keep secrets, I'm all but satisfied with staying there."
The pets Gloomy again
"Come nightfall, I wouldn't mind going for a stroll, if you wouldn't mind. To get to know the area somewhat."
"... Lodging aside." Posie continues
"I would like to get to work soon. With recent events, it looks like there's quite a bit of work to be done. The league sent me here to assist you, so, what exactly is your next move, oh Lord of Lamentation?"
"I would like to get to work soon. With recent events, it looks like there's quite a bit of work to be done. The league sent me here to assist you, so, what exactly is your next move, oh Lord of Lamentation?"
>>168119
"Very well, let me take you to the guest house. The other one, anyways..."
Lament walks forward, past Posie. His tail moves in such a way that Posie may think he is going to bat her with his tail, but this never happens. He walks out, then looks back to her.
"Follow me"
He walks forward, towards a set of three derelict white buildings. But these are not where he is going. He moves to a small path of dirt and rocks, that leads away from the manor, and through a patch of trees. He walks forward, and into the tree line, with its low shrubs, and hanging cypress trees. The path twists and turns, though not for very long at all before coming to a new clearing. Posie can hear the sounds of insects, and see an octagonal shaped white building with a simple roof that in the center, holds a protruding second floor room. There is a small set of steps going up to the first level.
Behind this small building, Posie can see a pond, though it's almost a swamp, as trees grow directly out of the water on its opposing edge, and even seeing the edge of the pond is difficult, at it seems to merge with the forest behind.
>>168120
"With all of the turmoil, many things long buried come to the surface - sometimes literally. Many things long secure are now up for grabs. If you like, you can try to grab what hasn't been claimed of our recently departed allies in the town. If not, there is much to be done in the outskirts of the town. The settlements of the Delamare valley long proceeded the City, afterall."
"Very well, let me take you to the guest house. The other one, anyways..."
Lament walks forward, past Posie. His tail moves in such a way that Posie may think he is going to bat her with his tail, but this never happens. He walks out, then looks back to her.
"Follow me"
He walks forward, towards a set of three derelict white buildings. But these are not where he is going. He moves to a small path of dirt and rocks, that leads away from the manor, and through a patch of trees. He walks forward, and into the tree line, with its low shrubs, and hanging cypress trees. The path twists and turns, though not for very long at all before coming to a new clearing. Posie can hear the sounds of insects, and see an octagonal shaped white building with a simple roof that in the center, holds a protruding second floor room. There is a small set of steps going up to the first level.
Behind this small building, Posie can see a pond, though it's almost a swamp, as trees grow directly out of the water on its opposing edge, and even seeing the edge of the pond is difficult, at it seems to merge with the forest behind.
>>168120
"With all of the turmoil, many things long buried come to the surface - sometimes literally. Many things long secure are now up for grabs. If you like, you can try to grab what hasn't been claimed of our recently departed allies in the town. If not, there is much to be done in the outskirts of the town. The settlements of the Delamare valley long proceeded the City, afterall."
>>168121
>"Follow me"
*follows*
>many things long buried come to the surface - sometimes literally.
At that, Posie looks almost giddy.
>Many things long secure are now up for grabs. If you like, you can try to grab what hasn't been claimed of our recently departed allies in the town.
She rears a bit, running her little hooves in the air excitedly
"Excellent. Where do I start?"
>there is much to be done in the outskirts of the town
"I am at your command. Let us get to work."
>"Follow me"
*follows*
>many things long buried come to the surface - sometimes literally.
At that, Posie looks almost giddy.
>Many things long secure are now up for grabs. If you like, you can try to grab what hasn't been claimed of our recently departed allies in the town.
She rears a bit, running her little hooves in the air excitedly
"Excellent. Where do I start?"
>there is much to be done in the outskirts of the town
"I am at your command. Let us get to work."
>>168122
He looks back to her, and smiles
"Would you like to start with the smaller, less conspicuous 'fish,' or go right to the top?"
He looks back to her, and smiles
"Would you like to start with the smaller, less conspicuous 'fish,' or go right to the top?"
>>168123
"While I'm quite interested in taking it from the top, I say I'd like to visit the smaller ones first. I think they might make for some great friends, to help us with further ambitions."
"While I'm quite interested in taking it from the top, I say I'd like to visit the smaller ones first. I think they might make for some great friends, to help us with further ambitions."
>>168127
"That's splendid." Posie replies, trotting along
Okay, so, do you want me to roleplay Posie getting settled into the manor and talk more about her backstory and whatnot, or would you rather do a sort of timeskip to the beginning of the quest? I have the next 2-3 hours free.
"That's splendid." Posie replies, trotting along
Okay, so, do you want me to roleplay Posie getting settled into the manor and talk more about her backstory and whatnot, or would you rather do a sort of timeskip to the beginning of the quest? I have the next 2-3 hours free.
>>168128
Probably getting settled into the manor. I have some work I'm trying to do, and it may be difficult to plan out a (small) quest tonight. I should be free tomorrow though
Probably getting settled into the manor. I have some work I'm trying to do, and it may be difficult to plan out a (small) quest tonight. I should be free tomorrow though
>>168129
Tomorrow is hard for me, but I'll try. Tuesday evening would be easier.
What do Posie's quarters look like?
Tomorrow is hard for me, but I'll try. Tuesday evening would be easier.
What do Posie's quarters look like?
>>168130
Moving up the steps, Posie opens a wooden door with a square, four-piece glass window into the room
Looking in, Posie can see that the octagon structure has a high roof. Looking in, to the right, Posie can see cabinets for a kitchen, with a sink and cabinets along the walls on the left, occupying more or less the close left quarter of the structure. Around about the center on the right is a wall, with the right corner walled off from the room. In the center, a bit back and to the right, and hugging the wall, is a small, mostly open, steep spiral staircase made of wrought iron that goes straight up through a hole in the ceiling. The celiing as a whole is high, going up about a foot past the square windows that line almost every wall. To
To Posie's right going in is a wall with a door, and beige floral decorations on a white wall. In the center and just a bit off to the right is a small, steep, and mostly open spiral staircase made of wrought iron going up. To Posie's left is a table next to the wall and beneath a window, with several wooden chairs at it. Past that is a green armchair, and beyond that, is a nightstand with a lamp on it. Then Posie sees a bed against the left octagonal corner away from her. Directly across from her, through the gaps in the staircase, Posie can see that there is another door to go out the other side.
Moving up the steps, Posie opens a wooden door with a square, four-piece glass window into the room
Looking in, Posie can see that the octagon structure has a high roof. Looking in, to the right, Posie can see cabinets for a kitchen, with a sink and cabinets along the walls on the left, occupying more or less the close left quarter of the structure. Around about the center on the right is a wall, with the right corner walled off from the room. In the center, a bit back and to the right, and hugging the wall, is a small, mostly open, steep spiral staircase made of wrought iron that goes straight up through a hole in the ceiling. The celiing as a whole is high, going up about a foot past the square windows that line almost every wall. To
To Posie's right going in is a wall with a door, and beige floral decorations on a white wall. In the center and just a bit off to the right is a small, steep, and mostly open spiral staircase made of wrought iron going up. To Posie's left is a table next to the wall and beneath a window, with several wooden chairs at it. Past that is a green armchair, and beyond that, is a nightstand with a lamp on it. Then Posie sees a bed against the left octagonal corner away from her. Directly across from her, through the gaps in the staircase, Posie can see that there is another door to go out the other side.
>>168133
"Hmm, it's certainly a touch above my master coffin loft."
she takes a smaller satchel out of her satchel, one with lots of stickers on it.
"Make yourself at home, sweetie. We'll be staying here for a while."
Gloomy takes the satchel and scurries over towards the bed, taking out a collection of what appear to be foal's toys.
"Hmm, it's certainly a touch above my master coffin loft."
she takes a smaller satchel out of her satchel, one with lots of stickers on it.
"Make yourself at home, sweetie. We'll be staying here for a while."
Gloomy takes the satchel and scurries over towards the bed, taking out a collection of what appear to be foal's toys.
>>168134
Lament looks over towards the bed, and to Gloomy, who seems to be laying out traps for anyone who approaches the bed
"There's also the porch on the back. And a basement."
Lament looks over towards the bed, and to Gloomy, who seems to be laying out traps for anyone who approaches the bed
"There's also the porch on the back. And a basement."
>>168135
"A basement, perfect. I'll set up operations there when I'm ready."
"Now, while Gloomy makes himself comfortable, is there anything else I can help you with? Or would you rather return to your slumber?"
"A basement, perfect. I'll set up operations there when I'm ready."
"Now, while Gloomy makes himself comfortable, is there anything else I can help you with? Or would you rather return to your slumber?"
>>168136
"No no, it's... what time is it?" He pauses for a moment and raises an eyebrow.
"I suppose I should ask if you... require sustenance, of any kind. In general, I mean. Not necessarily just right now."
"No no, it's... what time is it?" He pauses for a moment and raises an eyebrow.
"I suppose I should ask if you... require sustenance, of any kind. In general, I mean. Not necessarily just right now."
>>168138
He nods slowly
"Very well then. There's more to see in my family's plantation, but all of that in due time."
He nods slowly
"Very well then. There's more to see in my family's plantation, but all of that in due time."
>>168139
"That sounds interesting. I'll be with you shortly.".
And with that, I'll leave you to the other guy. I'm going to bed.
"That sounds interesting. I'll be with you shortly.".
And with that, I'll leave you to the other guy. I'm going to bed.
>>168143
But wait!
She whispers into his ear
"Careful Darkie, if you look too affectionate to me, people may think we're having relations."
But wait!
She whispers into his ear
"Careful Darkie, if you look too affectionate to me, people may think we're having relations."
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