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[Catch All] Rebirth is just Necromancy with better branding
Who: Hector, open
When: the first half of Feb.
Where: The city of Aefenglom
What: Monthly catch all for Hector's first month. What do you do when you can't necromance good or do other stuff good too?
Warnings: Injured animals, poor decisions, language, will update as needed
The Early Days Out and About in the City
[If this is to be Hector's home-- and he is in no rush to return to whence he came-- then he needs to know it. After one monstrous post-festival hang-over, Hector resolves to find himself an apartment, and really settle in.
He rises with the sun-- it is nice, getting to enjoy the sunlight again-- and walks the city before the streets get too crowded with city-dwellers. On most days, Cezar the pug is at his heels, bounding from one place to another until his stubby legs tire and he starts to whine to be carried.
Hector scours the library for his sort of magic, but finds only bits and pieces of his craft within the transmutation and conjuration texts. To those he sees studying, he may try to probe to learn their manner of spellwork. There have to be necromancers somewhere, don't there?
And he searches for new pets. Every city is full of hurt and broken things, if one knows where to look. Hector has been looking, and finding, since his early childhood. On one memorable occasion, he climbs a tree after a wailing cat...only for the cat to look at him as he finally reaches the branch and bound safely to the ground, leaving Hector aghast. And up a tree. 'Well, fuck.']
The Full Moon closed to CR- let me know if you'd like him to call you
[The changes are not so noticeable yet. The tips of horns are starting to show through his hair, and the skin around them itches like a motherfucker. His hair is...fluffier, and when he strips out of his boots and pants, he finds himself hairier and with calluses along his feet.
He would claim there are no psychological changes to accompany the physical, but on the night of the full moon, he finds himself curled protectively around his puppy on the floor of his apartment.]
There are monsters out there, Cezar. It's too dangerous for you. Stay here. Right here.
[Hector has no means to protect him, to protect either of them. His forging powers are gone, and there is not even the threshold of a home to ward off the creatures of the night. He is alone, friendless, vulnerable. Easy prey.
His breath quickens, and he can feel his heart racing with paranoid fear. His hand goes for his watch, and he opens the device, hesitating over the selection.]
The Iron Price At the Desmodus Mori Bar
[Thankfully, the waning of the moon washes away some of the creeping terror, and Hector's life resumes. He's managed to scrimp together a little money from odd jobs thus far, but if he wants to support actual live pets, he needs more than that.]
There's no danger. You know exactly how much blood you can safely lose. [He reassures himself as he walks to the vampire bar he's heard whispers about.
He also knows that a vampire is not a slave to their hunger. If they kill a victim, it is because they choose to do so.
...and Hector assumes that there are checks in place to prevent that, if this place expects to stay in operation. So it seems like easy money- a quick stop here, and he'll be able to bring home kibble for some hungry mouths.
He takes a deep breath and wills away his pointless fears. If the vampires here are like the ones at home, they'll sense weakness and pounce on it.]
It's a symbiotic relationship.
[He opens the door and takes a seat. Order up on faun blood.]
A New Life Paid for in Blood Near the apartments in Haven
[The blood business affords Hector at least some basic supplies to get himself set up. Cezar seems happy and fed, and as they days go by, the communal garden at the Haven Apartments starts to see some oddities. A butterfly with mismatching wings. A pigeon with a stump-leg ending in a bandage. A cat with a shaved patch showing off a bite mark mended with careful stitches.
Hector comes and goes, bringing in new patients to his makeshift clinic and letting them free once they are healed. He pauses on the way in with a pail full of leeches, smiling as the animals dart between the plants with various degrees of mobility.
Find something hurt? You may get pointed in this direction to find help.]
Wild Card message me with any other thoughts or ideas
When: the first half of Feb.
Where: The city of Aefenglom
What: Monthly catch all for Hector's first month. What do you do when you can't necromance good or do other stuff good too?
Warnings: Injured animals, poor decisions, language, will update as needed
The Early Days Out and About in the City
[If this is to be Hector's home-- and he is in no rush to return to whence he came-- then he needs to know it. After one monstrous post-festival hang-over, Hector resolves to find himself an apartment, and really settle in.
He rises with the sun-- it is nice, getting to enjoy the sunlight again-- and walks the city before the streets get too crowded with city-dwellers. On most days, Cezar the pug is at his heels, bounding from one place to another until his stubby legs tire and he starts to whine to be carried.
Hector scours the library for his sort of magic, but finds only bits and pieces of his craft within the transmutation and conjuration texts. To those he sees studying, he may try to probe to learn their manner of spellwork. There have to be necromancers somewhere, don't there?
And he searches for new pets. Every city is full of hurt and broken things, if one knows where to look. Hector has been looking, and finding, since his early childhood. On one memorable occasion, he climbs a tree after a wailing cat...only for the cat to look at him as he finally reaches the branch and bound safely to the ground, leaving Hector aghast. And up a tree. 'Well, fuck.']
The Full Moon closed to CR- let me know if you'd like him to call you
[The changes are not so noticeable yet. The tips of horns are starting to show through his hair, and the skin around them itches like a motherfucker. His hair is...fluffier, and when he strips out of his boots and pants, he finds himself hairier and with calluses along his feet.
He would claim there are no psychological changes to accompany the physical, but on the night of the full moon, he finds himself curled protectively around his puppy on the floor of his apartment.]
There are monsters out there, Cezar. It's too dangerous for you. Stay here. Right here.
[Hector has no means to protect him, to protect either of them. His forging powers are gone, and there is not even the threshold of a home to ward off the creatures of the night. He is alone, friendless, vulnerable. Easy prey.
His breath quickens, and he can feel his heart racing with paranoid fear. His hand goes for his watch, and he opens the device, hesitating over the selection.]
The Iron Price At the Desmodus Mori Bar
[Thankfully, the waning of the moon washes away some of the creeping terror, and Hector's life resumes. He's managed to scrimp together a little money from odd jobs thus far, but if he wants to support actual live pets, he needs more than that.]
There's no danger. You know exactly how much blood you can safely lose. [He reassures himself as he walks to the vampire bar he's heard whispers about.
He also knows that a vampire is not a slave to their hunger. If they kill a victim, it is because they choose to do so.
...and Hector assumes that there are checks in place to prevent that, if this place expects to stay in operation. So it seems like easy money- a quick stop here, and he'll be able to bring home kibble for some hungry mouths.
He takes a deep breath and wills away his pointless fears. If the vampires here are like the ones at home, they'll sense weakness and pounce on it.]
It's a symbiotic relationship.
[He opens the door and takes a seat. Order up on faun blood.]
A New Life Paid for in Blood Near the apartments in Haven
[The blood business affords Hector at least some basic supplies to get himself set up. Cezar seems happy and fed, and as they days go by, the communal garden at the Haven Apartments starts to see some oddities. A butterfly with mismatching wings. A pigeon with a stump-leg ending in a bandage. A cat with a shaved patch showing off a bite mark mended with careful stitches.
Hector comes and goes, bringing in new patients to his makeshift clinic and letting them free once they are healed. He pauses on the way in with a pail full of leeches, smiling as the animals dart between the plants with various degrees of mobility.
Find something hurt? You may get pointed in this direction to find help.]
Wild Card message me with any other thoughts or ideas