Emerald Quiver

Hun Im Not Just A Cutie Im A Babe. And As A Babe Im Telling You, Go Rest!

geeeeeeeeeeeeez. but i don't want to! i want to do stuff! i'm free! doing stuff is fun!!!

Okay Fiiiiine What Do YOU Like To Do? If You Won't Rest Let's Chat It Up!

#embellishedbookworm

As he walked he was wearing a light grey hooded trench coat and pants, a white t-shirt, and also white and grey shoes. He also had a silver chain necklace around his neck, the pendant a three pronged crown that was half white and black. However the trench coat was zipped up and with his hood up all that can be seen was a black void.

He found himself in a ruined settlement. Something angry and destructive made its way through, and the people who once lived here fled.

As he walked, he heard a soft 'tssst' from a nearby building. A troll with an arrow half-nocked into a bow looking out from the darkness.

"If You're Not A Necromancer, Or Not Here To Help Deal With A Big Pest, You Might Wanna Scram. Bag Of Bones Nearby And It Is One Angry Boil."

She was wearing a camo jacket, a machete on a holster on her hip, and a carefully secured quiver on her back. What looked like a bundle of metallic and wooden tchotchkies hung from a chain on her neck, surprisingly noiseless as she moved. She had covered her horns with some paste to dull their colour and better blend in.

@asktirimor:

“Right, so let’s get out of here. I don’t really got anywhere else to be anyways.” He followed right beside her.

She rummaged through her coat pockets and after a few seconds pulled out a small flask that rattled when moved. She uncorked it and emptied some dark powder into her palm, eyed them as if measuring them, and blew it into the remains of the beast.

"Just A Precaution. Some Enchanted Powder That Should Facilitate Decay And Keep Any Opportunist From Using All This Dead Matter Again."

She started the trek out of the cave.

"So, Yeah. Vampire Fairy Fetch Thing! I... Don't Think There's A Name For What I Am Which Honestly Suits Me. How About You? What's Your Story? You Made Those Swords, Or Found Them?"

"My story is a rather long one. Not one that can be told in a single night. Let's just say that on top of dealing with the supernatural, I also find and secure artifacts. So that way those with malicious intent can't use them. As for these swords, they are Lux and Tenebris and yes I made them myself. They are also capable of killing the divine." He followed right behind her.

"Well, I'm Always Down For A Good Story. You Are An Artifact Hunter As Well? Do You Just Hear About Them Or Do You Have A Group You Are A Part Of?"

She blinked in the sun as they left the cave. "I Wonder If That Guy Was Also Controlling The Weather..."

"Killing The Divine, Huh? Could've Used Your Help Some Time Ago, Had To Fight What I'm Pretty Sure Was Some Sort Of Evil Deity."

#asktirimor

Bedtime Is A Myth And You Should Just Rest When Your Body Requires It. If You Have No Other Responsibilities. Or If You Have no Cuties Talking To You.

do you consider yourself a cutie? this has suddenly become very important information!

Hun Im Not Just A Cutie Im A Babe. And As A Babe Im Telling You, Go Rest!

#embellishedbookworm

Then Go Sleep, Girlie! Allow Your Body To Rest!

yeah, but i just got home! i can't just go straight to bed!!!

Bedtime Is A Myth And You Should Just Rest When Your Body Requires It. If You Have No Other Responsibilities. Or If You Have no Cuties Talking To You.

#emeraldquiver

i'm actually the sleepiest girl who ever girled.

#embellishedbookworm #Hi I Don't Think We've Met! I'm Maryam The Fairy's Personal Pain In The Ass!#Nice To Meet You! Again! Probably!

Then Go Sleep, Girlie! Allow Your Body To Rest!

It’s a new day!

And The Sun Is High!

May8e where you are! ::::(

The areas near this silly castle are nothing 8ut grey skies!

Harumph!

Not Gonna Lie, Serk, I'm In A Cave Hunting Some Beastie That May Or May Not Eat Luck. It Is Dark As All Getout In Here.

BUT I Can Always Bring A

...

Sunny Disposition!

I Should Bring It Over Your Way Again For Funsies. What Occupies You This Time Serk?

A whole lotta nothin! You may have heard I have something of a temporary 8ase in a giant half 8uilt castle these days? It is called the Grand Castle 8ut I do not find it so grand myself. It feels it was designed for photos more than anything else.

I actually don’t intend to su8ject many people to this area if I can help it. Ideally I shall 8e a8le to get a new 8ase of operations soon!

I had a train I wanted to 8uild!

I am just hoping some other folks and my employees pop up 8efore I a8andon this place entirely.

I Had Heard Of Your Castle, Serk! Shame It Doesn't Stand Up To Standards, You Deserve A Proper Well Stocked And Functional Base!

Wait A Train? You're Gonna Be Zooming Around The Place? That's So Cool!

The Caparacians You Had Haven't Turned Up Again? Wonder Where They Ended Up...

It’s a new day!

And The Sun Is High!

May8e where you are! ::::(

The areas near this silly castle are nothing 8ut grey skies!

Harumph!

Not Gonna Lie, Serk, I'm In A Cave Hunting Some Beastie That May Or May Not Eat Luck. It Is Dark As All Getout In Here.

BUT I Can Always Bring A

...

Sunny Disposition!

I Should Bring It Over Your Way Again For Funsies. What Occupies You This Time Serk?

It’s a new day!

And The Sun Is High!

As he walked he was wearing a light grey hooded trench coat and pants, a white t-shirt, and also white and grey shoes. He also had a silver chain necklace around his neck, the pendant a three pronged crown that was half white and black. However the trench coat was zipped up and with his hood up all that can be seen was a black void.

He found himself in a ruined settlement. Something angry and destructive made its way through, and the people who once lived here fled.

As he walked, he heard a soft 'tssst' from a nearby building. A troll with an arrow half-nocked into a bow looking out from the darkness.

"If You're Not A Necromancer, Or Not Here To Help Deal With A Big Pest, You Might Wanna Scram. Bag Of Bones Nearby And It Is One Angry Boil."

She was wearing a camo jacket, a machete on a holster on her hip, and a carefully secured quiver on her back. What looked like a bundle of metallic and wooden tchotchkies hung from a chain on her neck, surprisingly noiseless as she moved. She had covered her horns with some paste to dull their colour and better blend in.

@asktirimor:

“Right, so let’s get out of here. I don’t really got anywhere else to be anyways.” He followed right beside her.

She rummaged through her coat pockets and after a few seconds pulled out a small flask that rattled when moved. She uncorked it and emptied some dark powder into her palm, eyed them as if measuring them, and blew it into the remains of the beast.

"Just A Precaution. Some Enchanted Powder That Should Facilitate Decay And Keep Any Opportunist From Using All This Dead Matter Again."

She started the trek out of the cave.

"So, Yeah. Vampire Fairy Fetch Thing! I... Don't Think There's A Name For What I Am Which Honestly Suits Me. How About You? What's Your Story? You Made Those Swords, Or Found Them?"

#asktirimor

requiem-on-water

The forest will always be there to welcome you home.

precognitiveignition

anything can be hammerkind if youre brave enough with what you put on a handle

#precognitiveignition #Hi Friend! Been A Hot Minute! Pun Absolutely Intended!

Put A Whole Lotta Blades At The End Of A Hammer To Have A Good Time!

Dynamic violence!!!!

Savage action!!!!

winterskyfirefly-deactivated202

Horrific Attacks!!!!!!!!

Reblog to hug prev poster (they need a hug)

As he walked he was wearing a light grey hooded trench coat and pants, a white t-shirt, and also white and grey shoes. He also had a silver chain necklace around his neck, the pendant a three pronged crown that was half white and black. However the trench coat was zipped up and with his hood up all that can be seen was a black void.

He found himself in a ruined settlement. Something angry and destructive made its way through, and the people who once lived here fled.

As he walked, he heard a soft 'tssst' from a nearby building. A troll with an arrow half-nocked into a bow looking out from the darkness.

"If You're Not A Necromancer, Or Not Here To Help Deal With A Big Pest, You Might Wanna Scram. Bag Of Bones Nearby And It Is One Angry Boil."

She was wearing a camo jacket, a machete on a holster on her hip, and a carefully secured quiver on her back. What looked like a bundle of metallic and wooden tchotchkies hung from a chain on her neck, surprisingly noiseless as she moved. She had covered her horns with some paste to dull their colour and better blend in.

"Oh I am actually here to help. I heard there was an undead problem in this settlement and decided to see if I could help out. Not my first experience in dealing with such things. Though looks like it did a number here on this settlement, a pity to be honest."

@asktirimor:

"Disturbed graves. Most likely used for making that abomination. Though I would not count out any other undead not being around." Even as they walked in the direction the bottle sent them he was still wary.

Artemis kneeled down at the edge of one of the holes.

"Feels Too Small To Be A Grave, Maybe Our Local Jerk Is Using Whatever Biomass They Have Available. Either Way, Gonna Get A Wakeup Call."

She stood back up and kept following the direction of the bottle. Soon enough they found themselves at the entrace of a cave, looking barely more than a pile of rocks forming a gap into the ground.

"Welp! Guess We're Gonna Find Out Soon Who Scared All The Local Populace! You Ready?"

“Oh as ready as I will ever be. Let’s nail this fucker.” Course he decided to go in first. Even as he did he was still careful. Making sure to not step or active any traps if there is any.

Artemis followed behind him, her machete held firmly in her hand.

The floor of the opening chamber was full of trails of dry blood and viscera, marking a path further into the cavern.

Deeper within, something growled, the sounds followed by the wet thud of flesh against stone.

He did hear it as well and still remained cautious. Though whatever it was he was sure he could handle it. So still stayed in front, both of his weapons out.

An old, dry voice rang from deep in the cave.

"Where is my beast? I cannot feel it anymore. Did you put an end to it? Are you volunteering to take its place?"

The thuds sounded closer and closer, until a creature was revealed by the light from the entrance. It looked like a dragon made of stitched parts, its body lumbering and awkward as it approached. Atop it, an ancient man wielding a crown and a staff glared down at the duo.

"Or are you simply fools meddling with that which is greater than you?"

“Clearly we killed it and got no plans to be replacement parts. Though the only fool here clearly has to be you.” Despite the undead dragon Tirimor looked not even a once fearful of it. Clearly, he has dealt with his fair share of undead and necromancers that he isn’t surprised anymore. He just stood his ground and kept his guard up.

"Foolhardy and pathetic!"

The man pointed his staff down at the duo, its tip glowing with a golden light. The dragon opened its maw, and after a deep inhale, belched out a glowing white cloud in the direction of the entrance, and the two warriors.

Artemis leapt to the side, keeping her eyes on the creature and its master.

The cloud did not feel cold, but in fact oddly warm, barely an uncomfortable heat.

"Did Nobody Teach You Manners, Geezer? That's No Way To Greet Guests!"

Tirimor also leapt to the side to dodge the breath. However after it was cleared he was on the offensive. He was swinging both of his swords lux and Tenebris. Which sent out arcs of light and darkness that actually carved deep into the undead dragon's hide. However he did release a blast of light to blind the dragon and old man.

The necromancer covered his eyes with his forearm, but began cackling

"The flesh is but a puppet boy! I need no eyes to see and my creation needs no form to reach you!"

Lacking a better description, the dragon unfolded and began stretching toward Tirimor and Artemis. The wounded segments fell off, discarded and reabsorbed into the mass of decaying matter.

"Your Flesh Carpet Is Dumb And Gross! Warrior, Incoming!"

Artemis pulled one of the charms off of her belt, and tossed it at the approaching entity. When it made contact, it parted the mass like a repelling magnetic force, expanding as if light itself was consuming the creature.

"Don't Spread Yourself Too Thin!" she yelled, cackling as she kept looking for an angle to reach the necromancer.

Tirimor was doing his own thing to get to them. Though Now he started to use his light and darkness to just blast apart the undead dragon. Not just slicing through it like before as he now did both. If they tear this thing apart enough eventually they will get a chance at the necromancer.

The flesh mass kept being pushed back by the two. The necromancer bared his teeth and raised his staff above his head.

"By the holy light of death, as all things move on so shall you!"

The tip of the staff emitted a wave of dark energy. The light seemed to energize the mass of flesh as it pulled back toward the caster. As it went past the two of them, Artemis felt a tingle and a pull, as if part of her was being called into the mass.

Tirimor did not get any particular feeling immediately from the necromantic blast, but he did notice that it was not any manner of evil energy. Whatever this necromancer was doing, it was, technically, aligned with neutral forces at worst.

Even then, he knew enough that magic being blasted at you was bad. So he blocked it using a barrier of light. Though by now the necromancer had to have been exposed by how well they have just been tearing that undead dragon apart. When he saw his opportunity, he took it. Sending a blast of light at the Necromancer to try and end the fight.

The necromancer, his arms aloft, had no time to react. Tirimor's attack hit him full blast, and sent him back, sprawling onto the mass concentrating around him.

The breach in concentration seemed to make him lose control of his creature, and the mass subsumed him in moments. The two warriors could hear the faint sounds of struggle, but after a few moments, nothing but silence remained, as the mass of flesh slowly stopped moving.

"Nice Shot! I'm Not Sure What He Was Doing At The End There But I Think He Might Have Been Trying To Pull In More Dead Matter In. Not Sure I Like The Idea That I May Be More Undead Than I Thought But... Well, I'll Bring It Up With The Boss Lady."

"Yeah, that was what I was thinking as well. Wanted to stop that shit before it got more dangerous. Also, the boss lady? I figured you were working alone?" Course, it couldn't be seen but an eyebrow raised under that hood but it was clear by his tone he was curious.