All can be a Trophey

[wraith-and-serpent]

A quiet place, lit by the dim embers of a once warm fire, simmering soup hangs above, not yet cold with abandonment. Trophies line the walls, decorate the unused space, cram themselves so tightly even the dust could not touch the oldest of them.

Out of the corner of your eye, one of the skulls move. Its too fast to catch, sudden enough to get your attention, yet nothing is disturbed. The quiet remains, not even a footstep left in the compact dirt floor.

Here you are prey.

Here you are hunted.

Speak quickly.

Before you join the other trophies.

(This is an rp blog for the Silent of Slay the Spire. Ask whatever you please)

[wraith-and-serpent]

Shivs or poison?

The Silent stared at you, somewhere between appalled and confused. Then she dug through her cloak and grabbed a shiv and vial of poison, which she dripped onto its blade.

Why would someone ever pick? When you can do both?

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Envenom -> Storm of Steel -> Ricochet + Abrasive

[wraith-and-serpent]

The Silent instantly pointed at you.

You. You understand.

[wraith-and-serpent]

Happy pride!!!!!!!!

(Drawn by @princess-self-shipping)

[nonupeipe-serendipity]

A silent presence has made its way off with some of your particularly shiny silverware. (wraith-and-serpent)

"Ah, no need to run off little assassin. You should know by now tha tyou can't hide from me, best you make yourself comfortable right where I can see you."

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[wraith-and-serpent]

Flee!

Flee into the night!

[wraith-and-serpent]

Thoughts on the other Slayers? Anything that particularly bugs you about them?

A long pause...longer than her usual stillness. Slayers? Is that what you all call them?

Climbers.

They climbed the tower. But perhaps their purpose is what they should identify with. To slay. To hunt.

She tilted her head and finally thought about the second question. Something that bugs her? She shifted positions, then raised her hand, opening and closing it like she's seen Necrobinder do when Regent gets on one of his monologs.

They waste words.

[wraith-and-serpent]

Shivs or poison?

The Silent stared at you, somewhere between appalled and confused. Then she dug through her cloak and grabbed a shiv and vial of poison, which she dripped onto its blade.

Why would someone ever pick? When you can do both?

[wraith-and-serpent]

Silent…you…have..joined…us.

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The glow of her eyes brighten, and she nods and bows in the same motion.

A greeting

An acknowledgement

Both hiding the small smile at an old familiar face.

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[askblogironclad]

(I was going to ask myself why I haven’t seen any blogs about the Silent but then i remembered her name.)

[silent-knife-fan]

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[wraith-and-serpent]

The Silent points at her clone.

[wraith-and-serpent]

Favourite prey from the spire? One that you enjoy killing the most?

The Silent tried not to answer. Pride in herself, enjoyment, these were never the goal.

Yet her eyes slid from you, to a stone scythe resting in the corner, upon which she had scratched the words 'Knife Trap' into.

[wraith-and-serpent]

nemesis?

The Silent stares, still and cold...and the glow in her eyes dims. Her first solo hunt...the creature that haunts her, even now.

The last time they were proud of her.

The last time their eyes lit with praise.

The first time.

The only time.

[wraith-and-serpent]

Favourite trophy?

A long stillness, if she heard you it was impossible to tell until she moved. From a pile of skulls she plucked free a single, pristine snake skull. Its fangs were set into its jaw, a row of teeth behind. It was the length of her hand.

She flipped it over and traced a few fingers down the inner roof of its mouth. The brow and nasal bridge was thicker, to support the venom glands this species had. Enough to kill a giant if drained.

The touch was gentle...almost fond before she placed it back where it was. Still careful, still deliberate, but sudden as she remembered herself.

[wraith-and-serpent]

Would you stab me if I try to give you a hug?

A shiv wizing past your head is the answer. Would you like to assume it is a positive one?

[wraith-and-serpent]

(I will make this blog fancy when I'm not actively playing Slay the Spire but for now. A blog. For The Silent.)