Print

Please login or register.
1 Hour 1 Day 1 Week 1 Month Forever
Login with username, password and session length

[March]

You follow the hopping bird through a very twistingly convoluted path for just over an hour through intense darkness until...
You emerge from the dense orkbarken unto a large clearing and Maktd shop, "Finally!" the bird sighs at the exasperating trip winging up to perch on you again.

[Superdorf]

Large clearing... not the same clearing we woke in, surely?
"Where are we?"

[March]

"Where are we?" you question the bird, "My shop, you've been here before." the bird proclaims pointing a wing towards the cauldron sign.

[Superdorf]

Oh. I... I missed that part. 
"I have been wondering, witch-Makdt."
"At temple, there were men who deemed me an ob-ject. They deemed me an owned thing. You also deem me an owned thing. I do not deem myself thus, and so I have been wondering."
"How do re-ve-nants come to be, witch-Makdt?"

[March]

"I have been wondering, witch-Makdt. At temple, there were men who deemed me an ob-ject. They deemed me an owned thing. You also deem me an owned thing. I do not deem myself thus, and so I have been wondering. How do re-ve-nants come to be, witch-Makdt?" you ask, the bird cocks her head thinking on an answer.

"Undead always have masters; be they a divine, demon, or even the mortal. I know nothing about necromancy or how that heretical stuff works or really how relevant pacts function. You're mine now though, so I'd fight off a thousand angels or devils to keep you." the bird proclaims puffing up to look imposing.

[Superdorf]

"Do you fight thus for all things you own, witch-Makdt?"

[Naturegirl1999]

Follow, for now.

+1

[March]

"Do you fight thus for all things you own, witch-Makdt?", you question the bird
"Of course, its my stuff! Mine!" the bird cries out at invisible would-be thieves.

The bird leads you onward into the shop, the sight of shelved potions and such & Maktd grumbling as she moves stuff around protecting all her goods...

[Naturegirl1999]

wait for her to notice me, I don’t want to distract her and cause things to fall

[March]

You wait for the witch trying to be as distracting as you can be, Makdt continues moving stuff around not looking at you.
"I know I'm pretty, but don't stare." the bird says flying from your shoulder-perch to the counter.

[Naturegirl1999]

You wait for the witch trying to be as distracting as you can be, Makdt continues moving stuff around not looking at you.
"I know I'm pretty, but don't stare." the bird says flying from your shoulder-perch to the counter.

”I don’t know what you want me to do, Makdt, I don’t want to break anything. Can I help you with potions?”

[Superdorf]

Wait wait wait wait...
Furrow brow. "You are bird, and not-bird, in two places, at one time! How is this done?"

[March]

You do the face stuff, "You are bird, and not-bird, in two places, at one time! How is this done?" you ask of the witch Makdt

The bird cocks it head looking at the girl, "It's a witch thing, not every witch can do this mind you..."
The girl continues producing forth a pair of potions and turning to you, "It's only something that followers of the sect of the split can."

[Superdorf]

"Sect--of--the--split?"

[March]

"Sect--of--the--split?" you ask the approaching witch, "It's a sect of witches that specialize in... familial synergy; sharing mind, life, magic, soul... and more." she says pressing into you.
She gives you the two potions, "These should fix you right up."

One a stoppered glass finger phial with a greenish liquid, and the other a small glass round bottom with a shimmering slightly phosphoric slime.