#dignosci

[speakerxmagician]

dignosci

  //DOES ANYONE WANT TO SCREAM ABOUT CRITICAL ROLE...

HEAVY BREATHING

*sobbing on the floor* Matt, that’s my emotional support half orc pad/lock

[speaker-sypha]

Sypha thinking about Trevor: ٩(^ᴗ^)۶

Sypha thinking about Alucard: ٩(^ᴗ^)۶

Sypha thinking about Trevor AND Alucard: (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

[dominatie]

Drops a flower crown on his head

[alonelycastle]

dignosci replied to your post: “I believe that myth comes from the ability to...

No blood flow means they can’t get boners, Sypha. No bones.

“I don’t believe I invited your null expertise, Belmont.”

[defyprovidence]

*Holds hands out for the boi*

     tentatively. . .holds hand out. . .and takes trevor’s hand.

     you have passed friendship level one.

[huntsfirst]

dignosci replied to your post: alonelycastle replied to your post: ...

The old tradition of boiling bones from fallen soldiers to send back to their families to bury was still in practice at this time, but was VERY taboo according to the church because it was considered desecration. Even if he fell in battle, they usually had scavenger troops who were honored as neutral to collect bodies.

oooh i didn’t know that!!! that’s really interesting :0c i wonder if they had like. people to go out and gather people who fell trying to slay vampires or monsters tho

[wordpowered]

@dignosci cont from x

     While her brothers and sisters continue to compare and sort the stories they’d individually collected from the townsfolk, Sypha chose to appreciate and memorize the scenery surrounding them. It was then she spotted him, off to the side and watching as the speakers passed.

     She stared after him longer than she’d intended to, and it isn’t until he raises a hand to wave at them--no, at her--that she thinks to move.

     A quick word to her grandfather and soon enough their procession slows and halts. The wheels on their carriage haven’t even halted before Sypha’s dismounting and making a bee-line for the boy. He’s a right mess and far too young for her to ignore. Especially so far from civilization. She kneels to his level, voice, and expression gentle as she looks him over.

     “Hello there. I’m Sypha, and my people and I here are Speakers,” she introduces, gesturing to the group behind her. “What is your name?”

[speakerxmagician]

He leaves a small offering at the speaker shrine in the city library. It wasn't much-- he wasn't a scholar. He didn't have books or leaflets, or information like everyone else who piled papers and poems at her feet. But he did have a soft warm coat, lined in new wolfpelt. Winter was going to hit hard this year, and he didn't want her shrine statue to be cold.

It was not an offering she was used to. Normally people gave her ancient tomes, magic scrolls, or enchanted items. This was not something she was used to. But she did appreciate it. The weather had already begun to turn cold, and books were hardly a comfort from the biting winter.

Normally people asked for some knowledge in return, help with an experiment, or aid in a test, but this man seemed to have no use for any of that.

Unless...

His test was not academic, his hardship was not one of books and ink, but of flesh and blood, of dirt and mud. Perhaps he would need help finding his way.

Stretching her hand over the shrine, the coat he offered fluttered and folded in on itself. In its place was a piece of paper, seemingly blank at first glance, but when he touched it, it would reveal his path.