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[Sialia]

Sapphire spends her evening alone in he quarters carving patterns into what appears to be a human femur. She loves her patron god, and so her free time is often filled with such artistic endeavours. She carves an intricate floral pattern, before gently slicing her hand and letting her blood flow through the carving from top to bottom. The flow of the bright blood creates a contrast to the pattern that is clearly deliberate. If successful, This is the offering of worship she gives to her patron tonight. She speaks words of thanks and worship to her deity before heading to sleep.

Come morning, Sapphire packs her things and joins the others, ready to head to the bazaar.

[PaPaj]

Starts heading to the bazaar

[crazyabe]

Better head to the Bazaar, The others 'ought to have an easyer time dealing with the finding out who we need to kill, I'm going to look around and look like I belong there.

[Rethi-Eli]

fuck around aimlessly with my thumb up my ass
Head to the bazaar.

[Xvareon]

This is okay... this is okay... it's... o... kay...

Seething with rage at being denied his -- HIS -- art opportunity and rightful kill, Valith busies himself looking around the conclave itself. Is it basically a hole in the wall with little but a table and some red kool-aid for people? Or are there actual supplies we might be able to use? Might be nice to get some crowbars or the like, or at least the money to go buy a few things from a shop.

Next, Valith scrubs any blood out of his clothes that may be remaining to make himself less conspicuous, and removes the hood for now (but keeps it handy). If the Grandfather will accept, Valith will leave one of his guns -- loaded -- here, letting him know how to use it if necessary. Just so he can either get the drop on the tax collector or put a round in himself to stop people from interrogating him should we be found out (we are becoming more active, after all, and people are watching for signs of us).

[Whisperling]

Head to the bazaar posthaste. Try and surreptitiously gather a swarm of insects as well, in true Skitter style. Keep any insects under my control dispersed for now, so as to avoid notice, but be prepared to call for them if I run into trouble.

[Xantalos]

Hmm. Did I ever actually submit a character for this? If it's waitlisted that's alright, I just wanna make sure I actually submitted a thing.

Spoiler: Porok (click to show/hide)

Name: Porok
Gender: Male
Age: ~75
Patron Deity: Ckaeyod (I may be misspelling this)
Injuries and Wounds: (None at the start.)
Inventory: Cult Robes
The Primeval Scriptures
Rope necklace bearing a metal rune of Ckaeyod
Iron sacrificial dagger
Magicks: Fuuuuuck that, yo
Boons/Banes: (Miscellaneous blessings/curses brought by forces divine or otherwise.)

Backstory: Porok has lived a harsh life, without a home or family to shelter him. He has been trod upon for decades by those who considered themselves better than him. No more. No one shall tread on Porok ever again.
Appearance: An old, old man, stick-thin with ragged white hair and eyes of flint.

[Mallos]

This is still alive btw, I've been in the hospital for a month and a half or so. Sorry for the absence, if people are still interested we'll continue. I'll try to be more regular this time, too.

Hmm. Did I ever actually submit a character for this? If it's waitlisted that's alright, I just wanna make sure I actually submitted a thing.

Spoiler: Porok (click to show/hide)

Name: Porok
Gender: Male
Age: ~75
Patron Deity: Ckaeyod (I may be misspelling this)
Injuries and Wounds: (None at the start.)
Inventory: Cult Robes
The Primeval Scriptures
Rope necklace bearing a metal rune of Ckaeyod
Iron sacrificial dagger
Magicks: Fuuuuuck that, yo
Boons/Banes: (Miscellaneous blessings/curses brought by forces divine or otherwise.)

Backstory: Porok has lived a harsh life, without a home or family to shelter him. He has been trod upon for decades by those who considered themselves better than him. No more. No one shall tread on Porok ever again.
Appearance: An old, old man, stick-thin with ragged white hair and eyes of flint.

I'm about two months late, but I'll waitlist you still just in case you remain interested.

[Xantalos]

My sympathies for the extended hospital visit; hopefully whatever issue caused that has been rectified.

And heck yeah I'm still interested.

[Xvareon]

Hoorayyy!! ^_^

[Paxiecrunchle]

Posting to watch, this might be fun to join later but right now I'm not entirely in the mood for it.

[Mallos]

Not much to say other than I can't get my mind to reviving this. Apologies to anyone who was still particularly interested. I don't really have a speech or anything, that's just all there really is to say.

Locking the thread since it's defunct.