Grimoira

Tales of Terror

Trinkets

A dusty moth-eaten tome pocked with glowing eyes. It's pretty safe to judge this book by its cover, though it might be a good idea to wait until it's not looking right at you.

47

Ant Acid

Organics

Be very sure you have separated your ant acids from your antacids.

48

Ancestral Incense

Dragonmade

A potent incense that allows one to commune with their ancestors. (Designed by EW)

75

Cursed Tuft of Fur

Organics

Quickly - pass this to another dragon!

28

Pulsating Green Embers

Organics

These markers are a sure way to track fiendcats, even over long distances. They last for weeks, even without fuel.

41

Cryptic Cameo

Familiar

The beauty and delicacy of the carving on this haunted accessory is obfuscated by a hanging cloud of choking green mist. The wearer feels all at once stylish and trapped.

1500

Gender: Female (She/her)
Orientation: N/A
Alignment: Neutral Evil
MBTI: INTP-A
Theme:

"I just follow the book, somebody has to follow the book. It's simply.. alluring"

Was the sentence that Grimoira read in her diary. The Fae had been awfully busy lately, but right now, she had just a little moment to herself before resuming her work. She decided to take this time to reminisce about the past. Taking a sip of her potent ivy tea, the Fae resumed reading her diary. After all, it had been collecting dust on her bookshelf for quite some time now and she couldn't quite remember her life beforehand.

"Day 36 of trying to untangle the "Grammaire", I have not slept. I have not eaten. When was the last time I drank water? Regardless, I can hear the book whispering to me. I sense a presence that is calling for me. Indeed, for I must follow. It's quite exciting, actually. Perhaps i'll soon have some worthwhile company."

She had no idea what she signed up for the moment she found the old dusted book and decided to pick it up for a curious little read, how her life would be turned around the moment she'd cast that first spell successfully. But now, the Fae's face remained stone cold, no sense of regret nor sorrowful nostalgia on her features, after all, the book had given her purpose.

Knock knock

A weighty knock on the door cut her thoughts. The Fae soon returned from her daydreaming, her dark laboratory only illuminated by the fluorescent tubes, glass bottles and colorful candles that had been light up in a particular order. Everything seemed so neat, yet so messy at the same time.

"Come in." The Fae replied monotonously, not all too excited for company, but sensing who had come for a visit. She didn't feel like defying him, the pitiful leader of the Outskirts, Fester.

Fester forcefully opened the door and simply stood by the door frame for a solid while, his many eyes analyzing the space and the Fae by her table. Most of the pack would usually respect their leader and turn around, but the Fae didn't budge, simply sitting on her chair, legs crossed and the dusty old journal in her hand. The Wildclaw only snarled, approaching the much smaller dragon with heavy, galled steps. Her tea shaking as the much larger dragon came closer and closer, making the ground tremble between his mighty steps.

It wasn't until he stood directly next to Grimoira and uncomfortably close, that she finally rolled her eyes and turned her face off the book, glancing up at the Wildclaw with this dull, almost annoyed expression. Despite the absolutely horrifying, intimidating presence of the freakish, multi-eyed and large former devil, that many both respected and feared, Grimoira was showing no further emotion outside of being mildly irritated. After all, her breaks were few and far between and she didn't appreciate anyone interrupting them.

"What do you want?"
The Fae finally asked, her clear frustration displaying through her voice.

The Wildclaw's breathing was heavy, yet cold. Clearly not much appreciating the attitude he was getting. The aura between the two was tense, upmost evident now that they were alone in the large, quiet lab.

"That's no way to speak to your lead."
Fester grunted with dissatisfaction.

"I believe I've made it abundantly clear that I only follow her and it."
She replied with no fear nor remorse behind her voice.

"You're only the leader of this turf. In her grand plan, you're nothing more than a pawn."

LORE IN PROGRESS (It's 1AM i'm going to bed. Note to self: Fester asks why she can't kill him and bring him back the way he used to be, she explains the whole process. "I'm no necromancer, the Grammaire can't grant wishes." eg: Divines are more powerful most of the time, how she enchants and drugs them and how it's a lengthy job. Pandora helped her discover extraction and insertion. The escapees, notably Indrius. The successes, notably Purah. Just, explaining all of Grimoire's powers away.)

"Summoning is based on science far more than people realize, it's not just about old spells and candles, half the fun is tainting the summon to be all yours. To make it... your creation, so to speak."

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Anniversary hatch scatterquest is a go

1. Sky/Coral/Peach
2. Cantaloupe/Nightshade/Charcoal
3. Cherry/Flaxen/Robin
4. Cottoncandy/Platinum/Dirt
5. Cream/Tan/Mantis (mantis is testing me.... buT this, this is good.)