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[Is that a--? Yes, that would appear to be a crow, blinking into the camera of a Network device.



There are the branches barren winter trees all around it, snow in the air, and the sounds of labor and stone in the background. The crow looks over its shoulder (in that moment revealing a glimpse far below and behind of the Drowning Pool and the work going on in the middle of it). It turns back to the camera.]

My lord's plan proceeds apace!

[If a crow can grin, it seems almost to grin. A peck at the screen--peck!--and the video snaps back into darkness.]
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[ooc: Cut for a large image of a crow's face. Another anonymous post! From a mysterious talking crow this time. Yes. Theo...darling, honey, sweetie... Yes, he's trolling you. Sry2say. But, hey, anyone can guess anything about a comment like that, now, can't they?]

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[video]

[charring]

[And all the video consists of is a very tired, very feverish looking Charlie who is studying the bird with some uncertainty.

Feathered one, you are ridiculously familiar. Especially with the talking.]

[video]

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You don't look well. No, no, not at all.

Re: [video]

[charring]

[YEAH SURE SHE'LL TALK TO THE CROW WHY NOT WHAT HAS HER LIFE BECOME]

Zombie bite. Took it's head off after so..[A shrug.] I'll be fine as long as I don't explode.

[video]

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Well done. Well done, indeed. And may we wish you all the best of health.

Re: [video]

[charring]

Thank you.

[video]

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It would be a pity if you were to succumb. Perhaps that is the source for these creatures at the outset. Such a thought.

Re: [video]

[charring]

I sure hope I don't. I'd make a terrible zombie.

[video]

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Quite so, quite so. Indeed, I must agree. Let us hope against it for that reason if no other.

[deadmanbusiness]

...

I wondered where you went off to.

[voice;]

[unflagging]

My lord knows well I cannot go so far as I please. My lord knows well.

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[deadmanbusiness]

Yeah, I do. But I still haven't seen you. I guess you've been busy.

[video;]

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My lord, I have. A thousand apologies.

[ooc: lmao meant that to be video--my bad!]

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[deadmanbusiness]

[OOc: No worries]

No apologies are necessary. Everyone's been busy.

[video;]

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Quite so. Quite so. As clearly my lord has been too. I have kept watch, my lord, so carefully.

[Of course he knows these are a different set of monsters, zombies, ghouls, whatever one wishes to call them, from the ones Theo called up those weeks ago. But it's the game that matters.]

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[deadmanbusiness]

And have you seen anything interesting, oh battle watcher?


[Yes. Yes. And Theo has been busy with those ghouls. Just not creating them.]

[video;]

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[Hoarse, cawing crow-laughter for a moment...]

Many things, my lord. Many things. I have seen these beasts fight tooth and nail with a ferocity that one would scarce believe. They fight as though hell and chaos were behind them always. And perhaps they are, my lord, perhaps they are. They will bite at the very throats of those who would stand against them. They bring disease and madness with them, my lord, and death. They bring fever as they come howling like wolves for blood. But I have seen fire sweep across a battalion of these beasts only to have ten times over more spring up from the ashes. They are divided and yet they multiply, my lord. I have seen them beaten and crushed and so they fall. I have seen their hearts cut out and so they fall too, my lord.

But now they are yoked and now they serve, tirelessly, there beneath the surface of the waters. Perhaps water will tame them where fire could not destroy them, my lord. Perhaps.

[valentineluke]

And I've a bone to pick with the 'neighbor'.

Hmmm.

[unflagging]

Think on it, oh, think on it.

[bendthekey]

Plans? [Curious, she is.] Do you worship and serve the deities here?

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Should I? Do you worship and serve them?

[bendthekey]

Eh? [Then he doesn't? Who is the lord he's talking about?] No...I just thought you might since I thought they were the ones building that out in the lake. I've only been here a few days, I wouldn't even think to go about worshiping deities I know nothing about.

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[Cawing crow-laughter.]

The poet says that it is a wise child that knows its own father. If gods are said to be the fathers of all...

Well, we can at least call you prudent, child.

[Gravelly chuckling.]

There is--was, like as not now--in a faraway country a river boat called the Bird of the River. In the evenings, as it would ply the river in that faraway country, the crew would pray each to his country's own god. But no two would pray to the same god at the same time, lest the other gods grow envious of the one god to whom more prayers were offered. As each finished his prayers, one of his countrymen would take his place. And so each man offered his prayers and no god would be offended.

The rudderman prayed to his own god, the god of ruddermen and river sailors. But, then, I think they all prayed to that god from time to time

[bendthekey]

These aren't my gods, so that is a little misplaced, sir. [She may be a bit scatterbrained, but she's used to someone speaking to her in strange riddle-like language. She hopes she didn't completely misunderstand him.]

So are you saying that you do worship the gods here? At least...some of the time? That's quite interesting.

[unflagging]

No, no, I'm only telling stories, I'm only making pretty sounds in the air.

[bendthekey]

That couldn't have been just a story. You responded to what I was saying...or I think you did. [Not she's doubting herself. Maybe he's someone who enjoys listening to his own voice. She's met Bards like that.]