THE GARGOYLE.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃.

𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒.

𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄, 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐌𝐘𝐑𝐊𝐔𝐋. 𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑. 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 𝐙𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍.

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐍. 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐘. 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃.

𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄. 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝟐𝟔.

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐍-𝐃𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐠 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 — 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭. 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 — 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒. 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐔.

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infection complete 💅

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FINALLY

FINALLY AFTER A YEAR THESE TWO COURTED AND KISSED THEY’RE FINALLY OFFICIALLY A COUPLE IM A MEEEEEEEEEEESSS!!!!!!!

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I’ve never warred with dice more than a fucking d100 simply because it’s that high of a number and my DM refuses to tell me whether or not high or low is better since it’s up to her discretion

but I also love the fact Beth gets divine intervention for free without even being a cleric due to her title lmao doesn’t mean the dice play in my favor though (ever, for that matter) so I have to try and milk the fuck out of it with role-play

but lately we’ve been in gnarly fights that are constantly threatening character death so whenever she gets critically low and cornered, I get hit with the roll d100 and I just KNOW that boney fucker is sitting there watching and wondering if he should commit mass decay and death or see if she can somehow beat the odds and survive (he’s interfered a few times, but never enough to cause direct harm yet)

last session she was staked and grappled into running water, taking mass acid damage and rendered entirely paralyzed — to which laurent disengaged immediately against his slew of enemies to dive into the water after her while myrkul simultaneously had her roll a d100 to see if it was worth interfering but our sorceress vortex warped her out of the water last minute

bro she had both a WHOLE ASS GOD AND LOCKED IN AASIMAR PALADIN READY TO DROP THE BIGGEST FUCKING L ON EVERYONE FOR DOING THAT LMAOOO

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updated character sheet cause she gave into her nosferatu strand and now she’s a whole ass monster

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slithers in

places down new larp gear of beth

slithers out

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“ Must I attend the meeting? Can you not lead it? “

The vampire groaned childishly, snuggled in a warm heap between the seer and black furred pups. The two skaven had grown bigger, now decently bigger than house cats and capable of minor speech — and definitely play wrestling.

The meeting in question was for her to speak out as a lieutenant — but as usual, Betty was willing to do anything to avoid professionalism and actual work.

“ Come hereeeee…snuggle with us. Forget the stupid meeting, we can just improvise when we raid the next clan. Strategy is for amateurs.

Come on, you know you wanna ~ . “

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Show us that smile, Beth.

Smile.

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THE LOVES OF MY LIFE……AGAIN BY THE LOVELY @brokaru!!

AHHHHH!!!!

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THE LOVES OF MY LIFE……AGAIN BY THE LOVELY @brokaru!!

AHHHHH!!!!

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[ Cont. ]

This conversation was making her all the more anxious, drawing in a deep, shallow breath before slowly exhaling with choppy unease. The frustration behind the status of her former clan had been taxing the vampire’s mind for over a month.

“ Da, right, I…I just hope there’s some trace of them left behind. Whether that be Lord Rasknitt or his people, I would hope to scout them — and hopefully convert them to Vishus. Should we find any survivors, they are surely going to be weak without traveling in packs — they need the advantage. “

Opting to snuggle up against her partner’s soft belly, Betty let out a tiny whimper, nuzzling her cheek deep into raven fur. He could feel her slender body trembling, her breathing still nervous.

“ Gods…I never thought Fester’s demise would affect me so badly. I’ve seen enough death in my lifetimes that this shouldn’t bother me — yet here I am, a month later, sniveling and whimpering like a whelp. “

Huddling the grey seer closer to her chest, Betty tucked her knees in and distracted herself with peppering the baby’s face in kisses.

“ How are you holding up, my dear Skreech? “

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Perking a brow at Betty's trembling, the warlord wondered how he might console her. Whenever the pup was whining, her warm embrace always seemed to stop it---along with dotes of affection.

Wrapping his arms around Betty, Skreech held her snugly. "Skreech is good-good. He is great-mighty warlord, has greatest-best love-mate and two pups with big-big potential. How could Skreech ever be sad-depressed?"

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The warmth of the black fur had her purring away, turning her head away from the whelp’s to pepper his belly in kisses instead.

“ Mm, where is the other child? I wish to have us all in one nest.

As a matter of fact, why not gather all of Vishus for a feast? Today is a holiday of love, after all — “

A wicked grin spreads across her face however, the vampire ending her pecks to press a loving kiss to his lips this time,

“ — and what better way to celebrate than by skewering whatever sorry roach is present on our lands, hm? Whatever breathes, perishes. Then we haul our rewards back to the castle and dine on the victory of the hunt.

As one big, happy tribal pack ~ . “

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Before Skreech could ask what made today special, he was kissed and tempted with a feast following a slaughter. Betty certainly knew how to catch her warlord's interest.

He chuckled evilly. "Great-wonderful idea, Betty-love! Fresh meat for clan after cold-cold blizzard kept us inside!"

Holding her head in both paws, Skreech shoved his snout into her face and gave her a long, enthusiastic kiss.

"Little Skreech snoozing in my bed. Betty go wake him and Skreech will ready-prepare the raiding pack!~"

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“ Nyet, nyet, come with me! I am sure our son will be delighted to see both of his guardians present! “

Giddy, she tugged along the warlord without waiting for a proper response, turning a corridor to make it into a grand room the two shared. Placing the grey seer next to the black furred pup, Beth could hardly contain her excitement as she cradled the bigger rat up into her arms, stroking behind large ears and pressing their noses together,

“ Oh, my leetle silhouette, my leetle black forest ~ ! How is my baby doing today? Did you rest well? My sweet leetle black cherry ~ ! “

Surprisingly, a healthy family.

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stares at the floor. I’m going to a goth rave. I’m doing trad for the first time. I just got rejected at the job I really want.

I don’t know what im feeling

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g morning I’m still thinking about the differences with these two

Beth, getting ready for a meeting, arriving half an hour early: My sincerest apologies for having you all wait so long. I have provided each of you a pamphlet on the topic of discussion complete with illustrations should the text not provide adequate imagery. Does anyone have any inquiries before we progress?

Betty, face down in a skaven burrow, nesting with at least ten clan rats, barely even moving, two hours late to her own meeting: we had a what

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my landlord/friend has almost all the skaven figures and is gonna teach me how to play monday

then he gives me this bad boy

YES-YES

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I don’t need a damn valentine, I got my rat.

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Waiting.

Betty had sent portions of Vishus off to trek down the spoils of war for Valentine’s Day, purposely ordering Skreech to join a platoon instead of escorting her — insisting she would do just fine on her lonesome and return with the best of rewards. In reality, the maddened undead had been planning this ambush for the perfect moment — and finally, after impatiently keeping her grand scheme directly under the sniffing noses of her men, Betty was given the opportunity to commence.

Canisters of gasoline had been meticulously hidden amidst bushes and trees under a bridge, the red head crouched behind a shadowy crevice. As soon as Saltzpyre had stepped foot under the bridge, Betty revealed herself at the end of the passage, calmly staring the man down.

“ Fancy seeing you here, meat sack. “

Wasting no time and refusing to let her plan falter, the vampire then threw a dagger at one can — which domino effected the rest in a circle around them before flames erupted in a loud WHOOSH, the black smoke climbing up cobblestone like reaching claws entangling with blistering hot embers. Delighted by phase one’s success and her own tickled creativity, Betty then drug her own claws down both arms to slit the freckled flesh wide open, black blood spilling — before morphing into twin, coagulated axes.

“ Do you know what day it is, Saltzpyre? Today is a day of LOVE — and I LOVE spoiling my tribe with riches, “

Slamming one axe against the wall of the under bridge, an ear-grating noise emitted from the weapon as she forcibly dragged it forward with her approaching steps,

“ — I LOVE making my men happy. Just like I LOVED making my Fester men happy before you SLAUGHTERED all of them. I LOVED making my lord happy before you and your SHIT TAG GROUP made him go missing. I LOVED making Spinemanglr happy before you all SLAUGHTERED HIM TOO AND PUT HIS SKULLS ON DISPLAY IN YOUR FUCKING INN. “

With swift movement, Betty chucked the free axe at his chest, hoping to pin him to the concrete.

“ And now?

I’M GOING TO SKIN YOU ALIVE AND PUT YOUR SKULL ON DISPLAY IN MY CASTLE.

YOUR BODY WILL BE SERVED TO MY VISHUS MEN. Your kill will put all of my Fester men at peace — as well as my own troubled mind.

I do not intend to make this quick. “

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“ I yearn to be pretty again. I want to touch the fragile petals of a flower without them decaying — I want to be seen as a fairytale again.

I desire to be alive. “