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awaicu Holy moly, I had so much fun in this event! I had so much fun reading through the prompts, and I really liked the battle scenes -- I think that's the first time I've encountered that mechanic. Also, Herald is totally rocking that new look!
is he gonna have kiddos, I'd love to adopt/buy one of them X3
Thank you so much for the fun adventure! I think you mentioned that this was your first time running a CYOA, and I'm impressed by how well put-together everything was! Would definitely love to participate if ever you hold another one of these! :D
Raffle Drawing
1. Harlequin Gesture
2. Gaoler’s Chains
3. Hemlock’s Bones
4. Godmother’s Flames
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ClockworkEclipse No RP interaction today, but I just wanted to say thanks for RPing with me! And hey, if Razael wants to reach out to Cantor and Pravuil again in the future, I think they'd be glad to catch up with him (or Cantor would be, at least xD).
"We have to..." Cantor is already rifling through his mental catalogue of spells, or trying to. His thoughts seem hazy, as though someone has instead cast a Shroud on him...
And, he realizes with a sick heave of his stomach, in a way, they have. The scrapes on his leg are chillingly cold, as though daggers of ice are being worked into his skin.
Pravuil is similarly discomfited. His breaths come out in loud snorts, sparks fluttering from his nostrils. As he shifts uneasily, Cantor sees the gash upon his shoulder, gleaming lurid scarlet as it's stoked by the fires within.
"So many of them. The curse is...strong," Pravuil growls hoarsely. He remembers the iron reek of
binding spells in the circus. It's even stronger now, almost as though the room is drenched in blood. The mark the beasts left upon them isn't transforming them—but it's exerting force upon them, trying to pull them closer to the raging hounds.
Trying to induce them to
bond with the Barghests.
"Can't fight it..."
"No." Cantor looks with anguish around the room. He flinches back from the writhing forms, the beasts slowly growing to fill the accursed space.
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Run away—again. We'll live...to fight another day." Pravuil manages to grin, his teeth shining sharp and jagged in the moonlight.
And so they do. Away from the monastery, they are able to tend to themselves. The insidious influence of the curse fades, and by the next morning, the wounds have faded, once again, to faint scars.
With the monastery destroyed and seemingly no more answers forthcoming, they move on. Pravuil, as always, quickly puts the others out of his mind, or at least he gives every impression of doing so. Cantor sometimes wonders what became of them, and hopes their paths will cross under happier circumstances.
But they cannot hunt these particular monsters. The only reason they answered the call was because they thought it would lead them to
another. Curses or not, their hunt for her continues—and perhaps, with the knowledge they've gained from this adventure, they'll have a better chance of succeeding.
