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You are Brianna la Croix, journeyman necromancer, and you have made some shit.
Dungeon Life Quest (DLQ) 64 - By The Skin Of My Teeth Edition
Easton Roberts
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Aaron Gomez
I found a thing while randomly browsing that reminded me of Bri
Parker Reyes
> No intelligent boar
Truly life is lonely.
Thomas Murphy
I found a thing that reminded me of the Caretaker.
Dominic Ramirez
It's not hard to get a message to Nate and Amy; your lovers bring you the various materials you've gathered in the Roost so that you can attend on your necromancy while Meadows attends to your long-term care.
Brooks, it seems, has moved temporarily into Lakehallow with her swain. She was happy to help, considering the circumstances of Meadows' absence.
Working the chitin into armor for yourself had been a difficult decision - you kept thinking of the boar skeleton in armor instead - but you made it, in the end, to protect yourself. Boneshaping, patience, and more than a few accidentally sliced fingers worked the Priestess's armored chitin into a breastplate, bracers, and greaves, as well as small, but vital, bits of supplementary armor - the gorget, chitin-and-iron backing for your gloves, and the like.
You try it on and shrug your coat on over it. The end result is surprisingly light, and you feel good about it. More importantly, its partially-animated state means you can repair it yourself and, for instance, jut spikes from it instead of having to use your own bones.
Installing the mantis's scythes onto the boar is more of a project, considering that it won't fit in the Atheneum, Amy manages to get it into the Mine for you, and you work on it in relative peace. The end result looks...okay, it looks stupid.
But if it's stupid, and it works, it's not stupid.
Kat takes to her new witchlight core like a child with a toy. The shadow curls affectionately around the mote of bright violet flame when she's at rest, appearing for all the world as a tiny ball of darkness. She makes little cooing noises when she's relaxing.
* * * *
"What're you hold - MERCIFUL GODS BRIANNA WHY DO YOU HAVE SEVERED FUCKING EYEBALLS?" Lora shouts, scooting away from the jar of eyes you're holding in shock.
"The Daughter was kind enough to donate these to my cause," you note, with a little grin.
"WARN A GIRL!"
"Squeamish?" you cock an eyebrow.
Jordan Rivera
Wait. Did the Witchlight unlock a path to make Kat sentient and . . . Not malignant?
Aiden Campbell
>Lora afraid of body severed eyes
>[Laughing skeletons intensify]
Chase Morales
dude that's DJLich's announcement banner.
You dont just randomly post that without being DJLich here to drop a sick beat.
Jaxson Flores
eh. kat was always semi-sapient. She's just happy right now.
Angel Jones
"They're /looking at me/!"
"Literally?"
"No!" the angel snaps. "She's blind! WHY ARE YOU HOLDING EYEBALLS OUT AT ME?"
You put the jar back into your backpack and adjust the strap. "I wanted to ask you what you might think they'd do if used for necromancy."
"I -" Lora pauses. "...Good question," she admits, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. "Eyes are the window to the soul, of course. Most undead have witchlights for eyes; true eyes, preserved properly, tend to make them smarter, more observant, a bit more independant. Probably make such a being helpful in finding water, predicting the weather, navigating seaways."
"Huh," you note.
"Now," Lora muses. "Most eyes aren't really potent enough to be servants on their own, but half-angel...could work. Throw some spider legs or wings on it and you could have a handy spy, if you can get it to communicate to you. Might be able to get them to write in ice if you make them smart enough. And there's sympathetic magic, of course."
"...Could I strike her down through these?"
"I'm certain I have no idea if you could do such a thing," Lora says carefully. "Just as I have no idea if the Diviner's carefully-enhanced sympathetic resonances at Cannot Hold could increase the power of such a thing."
"...Thank you."
"For what?" the angel asks, quirking her eyebrow. "I said I wasn't certain."
The two of you share a savage grin.
> What do you do with the eyes? (I'm taking write-ins that follow the thematic ideas presented above, including saving them for later).