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thewitchoftheweed · 1 day ago
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Something is wrong.
Hamal knows it instantly, a sudden twinge in their belly. They freeze, quill in hand. Since Narinder is going to be so busy the next few weeks, they’ve decided to take the opportunity to work on their wedding vows. Yet it’s hard to focus with the uncomfortable heat suddenly radiating throughout their midsection. Someone in the cult has fallen violently ill. Hamal focuses, blocking out the cause of impending death, instead fixing their mind on the who. Poor old Feo perhaps, or that egg that’s supposed to hatch any day now—
It’s Kiki.
Kiki is ill and dying. Hamal sits there in stunned silence, racking their mind for a cause. With a frown, they rise from their desk and head toward the Healer’s Hut. Sudden illness is always a cause for concern. It can mean there’s a hygiene issue, or the beginnings of an outbreak. Yet somehow they doubt it.
A dark mood seizes them. Anger simmers beneath the surface. Why, they aren’t certain. But they’re going to figure it out.
on a light hearted note, some dialogue that got cut from this chapter for time/better flow:
Astaroth: How do you know it was poisoned with lilies?
Narinder: I sniffed it and my nose burned.
Astaroth: …and how are you feeling now?
Narinder: I have a headache but—
Astaroth: You’re staying here.
Narinder: Oh come ON.
Astaroth: You inhaled the remnants of a poison that is deadly to your species and now your head hurts. You’ve done a lot of anatomy work. Tell me— what does the nasal passage connect with directly?
Narinder, sighing: The brain.
Astaroth: Exactly. So sit.
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thewitchoftheweed · 4 months ago
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“What’re you having?” Agares asks, voice filled with that old familiar warmth. The sour air doesn’t seem to have dampened his mood at all.
“Whatever will get me drunk the fastest,” Leshy grumbles.
“I thought you said you were meeting Kiki?” Agares says. Something in his tone shifts towards surprise, curiosity.
Leshy lifts his head slightly. “Yes, I am. Why?”
His former Witness leans against the counter, elbow brushing against Leshy’s hand. “I mean… is this getting drinks together or getting drinks together?”
That makes him sit up straight. “What are you implying?”
“Come on, Lesh, do I need to spell it out for you?” Agares asks.
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thewitchoftheweed · 5 months ago
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Black hellfire encircles them, causing Heket to startle. There’s a rush of cold wind, a feeling of falling, and then the two of them are back at the steps of the compound. After several hours of fighting through demons and the ghosts of heretics, it’s a welcome sight.
Heket stares, her face vaguely horrified. From the look in her eyes, one might assume she was staring out at a killing field laden with bodies rather than a clean, bustling village. She says, soft and aghast, “…What…how…?”
“Welcome back to the world of the living. More specifically, the Lands of the Lamb,” Hamal says, gesturing grandly. They begin to walk down the steps; she does not follow. With another roll of the eyes they grab her shoulder and urge her forward. “You are being given the opportunity to redeem your many, many sins through an immortal life of toil and worship. Congratulations.”
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angstandhappiness · 8 hours ago
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Love the extra dialogue here
Something is wrong.
Hamal knows it instantly, a sudden twinge in their belly. They freeze, quill in hand. Since Narinder is going to be so busy the next few weeks, they’ve decided to take the opportunity to work on their wedding vows. Yet it’s hard to focus with the uncomfortable heat suddenly radiating throughout their midsection. Someone in the cult has fallen violently ill. Hamal focuses, blocking out the cause of impending death, instead fixing their mind on the who. Poor old Feo perhaps, or that egg that’s supposed to hatch any day now—
It’s Kiki.
Kiki is ill and dying. Hamal sits there in stunned silence, racking their mind for a cause. With a frown, they rise from their desk and head toward the Healer’s Hut. Sudden illness is always a cause for concern. It can mean there’s a hygiene issue, or the beginnings of an outbreak. Yet somehow they doubt it.
A dark mood seizes them. Anger simmers beneath the surface. Why, they aren’t certain. But they’re going to figure it out.
on a light hearted note, some dialogue that got cut from this chapter for time/better flow:
Astaroth: How do you know it was poisoned with lilies?
Narinder: I sniffed it and my nose burned.
Astaroth: …and how are you feeling now?
Narinder: I have a headache but—
Astaroth: You’re staying here.
Narinder: Oh come ON.
Astaroth: You inhaled the remnants of a poison that is deadly to your species and now your head hurts. You’ve done a lot of anatomy work. Tell me— what does the nasal passage connect with directly?
Narinder, sighing: The brain.
Astaroth: Exactly. So sit.
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