A gentle bell rings from somewhere higher up on the mountain.
Vivid moonlight shines out over the forest beneath them, covering the entire world in a wash of pale, haunting light that seems to illuminate not only every crack and crevice in the rock-face beneath their feet, but al...
2021-07-21 10:55:09 +0000 UTC View PostIt has been about a week since then.
The wizard-girl, exhausted, lifts her arms to cover her eyes to shield them from the pelting, frigid winds that press against her body. The icy torrent surges down the cliff-face which she presses herself against, the winds pushing against her...
2021-07-21 07:03:28 +0000 UTC View Post“You ate a slime?” asks Alleluia, following with a sound that he can only describe as a giggle.
Canta frowns. “I ate about a dozen.”
“At once?!” asks the voice on the other end of the pipe, breaking out into a loud, clearly audible laugh now. He rolls...
2021-07-20 18:36:19 +0000 UTC View PostIt is the evening of the next day and a soft dusk glow covers the side of the mountain, the rays of ending daylight shimmering with a particular luminosity, as they reach between the gaps of the many wooden stalls set up on either side of them. Despite that warm-tinged glow, it is becoming colder...
2021-07-20 11:55:40 +0000 UTC View PostThe wizard-girl rubs her eyes, feeling the dry itch inside of them. Maybe she’s just been crying too much?
She sits with her back against the wall, staring out over the destroyed floor, before turning her gaze over towards the gate. Nothing fights anymore. Nothing creeps or cra...
2021-07-20 09:25:18 +0000 UTC View Post“You sure you don’t want any help, Basil?” asks Fresh. The day has come to an end and Basil is still downstairs in the basement. A bucket of nails sits beside her. The priestess sits on the stone floor, a piece of wood laid out in front of her and a hammer in her hand. Wiping her forehead o...
2021-07-19 09:51:32 +0000 UTC View PostThis odd creature, this thing that beholds, it slips through the cracks and crevices of the dungeon, as some strange sensation pulls it towards the deepest, darkest part of the world. It doesn’t know why it has the odd desire of wanting to reach the very bottom of the dungeon, to reach back tow...
2021-07-19 07:06:12 +0000 UTC View PostFresh stares at the little yellow flower that is planted in the center of a small, hand-made pot. Its petals are a little saggy and hang downward with a slight droop. “It’s really cute, Basil!” she says excitedly.
“It’s just a dumb flower and an ugly pot,” says Jubile...
2021-07-18 10:28:14 +0000 UTC View PostA loud yawn echoes through the floor as the thing that beholds passes by. Curious, it stops to peek out of the tiny crack in the wall, focusing on the tired woman who is shuffling upwards, towards a higher point in the dungeon, as she makes her way back up from the library.
The f...
2021-07-18 07:12:18 +0000 UTC View Post“Should I be doing anything?” asks Fresh, listening to the water rush past her ears.
The voice of the fountain yawns loudly. The direction that the sound comes from is indistinct and she feels like it’s resounding in both of her ears at the same time, as if there were two v...
2021-07-17 18:51:42 +0000 UTC View PostThe eye of the beholder, having lost track of where it is, inadvertently ends up going backwards. Taking a peep out of the hole in the ceiling, it finds that it is back somewhere it has already been.
“Why are you still here?!” yells the dungeon-master, slapping their hands ag...
2021-07-17 07:23:42 +0000 UTC View PostA yellow-robed adventurer stands outside of the door of the store, her group forming a half circle on one side of it, as she holds the bottle of pre-brewed coughee in both of her hands. “Aaaah, it’s so warm,” says the human, as she holds the bottle against her face.
“I do...
2021-07-16 10:54:35 +0000 UTC View PostThe eye creeps and crawls, pulling itself through the darkness, compressing its wet form as it squishes itself between the hair-thin cracks in the rock, traveling between the floors of the dungeon. Curious about the strange, cracking, crunching, gnawing noises that vibrate through the walls, it p...
2021-07-16 08:20:51 +0000 UTC View PostCanta opens his eyes as a loud growling fills the room, bouncing off of the walls of the small space. His stomach is rumbling again.
He sits upright in a quick motion, hunching over forward in the hopes that his gut will feel less empty if he squishes it together.
Fresh fiddles with the thin railing beneath the sliding door that she is making, trying to get it to work, just like the sliding doors that adorn most of the buildings here in this city. Though, her design for the sliding door is a little different. The doors here that she has seen so far were a ...
2021-07-15 13:28:48 +0000 UTC View PostThe eye returns, popping up in the darkness, some undefined time later. It pushes itself out of a minuscule crack, forming in some distant shadow, where nobody can see it high above their heads.
Nichodemus floats down the hallway of the purple-robe’s fortress, running a lazy ha...
2021-07-15 10:03:36 +0000 UTC View PostEventually, the uniform, monotone passages, which felt like they were winding like entrails, breaking him down the longer he stayed in them, finally come to an end. Canta slumps down onto the ground, sitting on the loose, cold stones beneath him, as he lets out a long, tired breath. He looks arou...
2021-07-14 19:04:24 +0000 UTC View PostFirst advanced chapter of Sin-Eater! =)
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[Minor Cure]
Removes ‘minor’ status-ailments from the target. Efficiency is a percentage based off of the user’s WIS relative to the ailment-st...
2021-07-14 15:56:47 +0000 UTC View PostJubilee knocks the sheep over, throwing it off of the counter with a single hand.
“JUBILEEE~!” yells Fresh, looking over the counter down at the sheep which flops onto the floor, landing on its side. The sliver of crystal-drakonium, implanted into its back along its spine, fl...
2021-07-14 09:05:56 +0000 UTC View PostAn eye floats in the darkness, hidden out of sight as it lingers in the distant shadows where nobody is looking.
“My baby is all grown up!” cries the dungeon-master, slumped back over their chair, holding a sheet of yellow paper against their wet face. Whatever little creatur...
2021-07-14 06:55:10 +0000 UTC View PostThe night comes and goes. Fresh, much to her relief, wakes up early in the morning, having apparently slept her back pain away. The girl leaves the others to fend for themselves, regarding breakfast today, as she hurries downstairs into the basement and sets to work with her latest idea. Basil ha...
2021-07-13 10:50:33 +0000 UTC View PostI don’t really know what it is that I feel.
I don’t really know if I am happy or if I am sad.
The thick, heavy fog of the dungeon-gate surrounds me, pressing against my armor from all sides. The hot, dewy mist pearls on the sheen surface of my metal body, for...
2021-07-13 06:39:02 +0000 UTC View Post“Why is it floating?” asks Jubilee, grabbing the boot out of the air. With an arc of their arm, they throw it across the room and it smacks against the wall, flopping down to the ground a second later.
“Ah!” Fresh yelps, trying to stop Jubilee, but failing to do so. “-J...
2021-07-12 19:02:06 +0000 UTC View PostUnsatisfying.
Forty-nine days, I have spent in the bardo. One-hundred and one floors of the dungeon, I have come to float across, pushing myself forward as if I were the ferryman for my own boat. Nobody else would have done it, it had to be me. I wonder if that is the lesson that...
2021-07-12 08:59:20 +0000 UTC View PostThings are working out surprisingly well so far in the new city, all things considered. Now that the dust is starting to settle, what should Fresh focus her energy on?
2021-07-11 18:44:24 +0000 UTC View Post“Will it make me strong like you?” asks an excited caster, jumping up and down in front of Shamrock.
“No,” is all that the giant says, looking down at the pointy wizard hat which bobs up down beneath him. He stands just outside of the door of the store, towering behind a ...
2021-07-11 11:57:25 +0000 UTC View PostGive him back.
There’s something in the air, something that lingers with me as I fall, as I stare in disbelief at the gray mass which presses, which worms its way out of an impossibly small crack in the rock, just beneath where the hero was a second ago. There’s a screeching,...
2021-07-11 08:18:14 +0000 UTC View PostFresh sits out on the balcony, leaning back on the smaller chair. It is the middle of the night, the day having now come and gone. Shamrock had gotten her the cauldron, one that was significantly larger than her old one and carried it down to the basement. The crowd trailing him, following the gi...
2021-07-10 14:22:27 +0000 UTC View PostCleansing.
It is a cleansing for us all. A chance to burn it all out. All of this gunk, all of this goo, all of this sticky, disgusting, goopy, oozy black-water that fills us all, as it has done for so long. It is a chance to light a fire and to let it all be scorched away. It’...
2021-07-10 10:05:40 +0000 UTC View PostThe rest of the day passes. Fresh, after getting both Jubilee’s blessing and praise, spent the last of it making more gloves. Though now, for both hands and in different sizes. Jubilee, having appraised the item, had said that it was decently strong for just a single glove. With one on each han...
2021-07-09 10:27:02 +0000 UTC View Post