Notic 953 Share Posted December 15, 2020 [!] The missive seems to have been worn away, torn in some areas, and muddied. The messages are no longer recognizable. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
NotEvilAtAll 10906 Share Posted December 15, 2020 "Please shu' up" Says Filibert Applefoot Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lord Knox 102 Share Posted December 15, 2020 [!] In the middle of a strange valley, where moss and other gunk slowly creep up a terribly disheveled manor... the peering eyes of an orange smog slowly plumes forth from the visage of the strange '''daemonic''' entity. He seems to lay within an almost trance, reading idly at the missive despite how little it seems to leave an impression on his mind. - Eventually the fellow takes the small halfling pamphlet, twists it up into a rough cigar roll, and lights the tip. The fellow taking a deep breath as the ashes and burning embers glaze downwards that of the lovely treat, before exhaling a deep breath to add within the wisps alongside the air around him. The fellow's back creaks and he lays amongst the chair right under him as he simply muses-"Bullshit tastes nice in the lungs." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Little__Lady 339 Share Posted December 15, 2020 Anne reads over the note from high up in her tree a deep set frown making it's way onto the wee girls face, "Wha' is this...wha' 'ave weh become tha' people are goin' teh beh killed..." The wee girl would hold the paper close to her chest as she cries, "Oi don' wan' te-teh die! Oi jus' wanted teh keep people safe from bad guys!" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
HalflingPrincess 411 Share Posted December 15, 2020 Greta's face pales as she glances over the missive. She rereads it several times, shaking her head. "Hide? What good would that do? Convert? Absolutely not..." she lets out a deep sigh "I suppose I will have to wait to be killed, then... so be it." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Valannor 6405 Share Posted December 15, 2020 would chuff in frustration, the residual fear and tension in the air aggravating the small Seedling. It would rise from its perch on a tree local to the halfling village, utterances of the name 'Knox' reaching it increasingly more often. The roots making up its forelimbs would begin to shift and churn, twisting into a grotesque set of claws after a time. "I... Am... Fores'." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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