#rottedfollower

[avernusfuries]

@rottedfollower asked: Ah, another with sense and taste! A hater of the tyrant Enver Gortash! Go forth with all the hate in your heart, dear meatsack! Master has picked a superior ally in you! Just don't forget your place! - rottedfollower

Fuck. Thought Karlach. Must've pushed myself too hard. The tiefling pressed her knuckles into the sockets of her eyes, as if that would undo the sight of ... whatever the fuck this was when she opened them again. He grinned with a mouth full of sharp teeth, beady little eyes alight with excitement. For a moment, Karlach eyed the bedroll that had her name written all over it, before she met his gaze again. The height and appearance of a goblin, only worse smelling and ...

"Master?" Karlach's brow furrowed. "If... you ... What are yo- er, who? Who are you?"

[bloodyarn]

@rottedfollower sent

꒰ Oh dear, this will not do. This will not do at all-- Master's staff must be instilled with fear and respect, not... THIS.  ꒱

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     𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝐛𝘁𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝘂𝘁𝗿𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝘀 𝐚𝐧𝘀𝘄𝐞𝗿𝐞𝐝 𝘄𝐢𝘁𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐦𝘂𝘀𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝘅𝐩𝗿𝐞𝘀𝘀𝐢𝐨𝐧.      Now where did this little fella come from   ?   And what was he speaking of   ?   A master, hm. As many questions plagued Babette's mind, it was wise to take little steps. One at a time. She kneeled down slightly, politely able to hold a respectful eye contact with the butler.

     ❝ You must mistake me, mister. I am not particularly working for anyone. ❞     A sorry smile, offered in a low whisper to not draw attention. Was this mysterious figure judging her without even getting to know her   ?   Him speaking of a master must mean he was working for an important figure. The hexblood knew very well how snobbish royals could be. No surprise this creature would pick up a similar attitude.

     ❝ Who are you speaking of   ?   And is it because I don't look scared enough   ?  . . . I can make a very fearful face, if it helps . . . ❞

[lordliing]

Do not forget yourself, tyrant-- Master's place is on a rotting throne of glorious corpses! Alone. Without the likes of you and your flashy, indulgent... eugh. Tacky clothing. - rottedfollower

"I'm sure that your Master knows what they are doing and what is in their best interest, Butler. And their best interest is our alliance, 'tacky' clothing and all."

[bladesalvation]

Naughty naughty, Master! Being anything but cruel and horrible? I will have to take it to our betters, unless you would like to stab at me first! - rottedfollower

"Begging? Well that takes the joy out of embedding my blade between those beady eyes of yours." Oh what the hell. The awful little Butler asked nicely, and Nihil was something of a people-pleaser at heart. Blade retrieved from his side, he twirled it once, twice, before fulfilling the offer to stab the foul creature plaguing him between its crimson eyes.

[zalimbane]

You are a terrible influence on the Master-- explosives? Mind games? The Master could have leveled the entire city by now! Our superiors are getting quite cross with their Chosen! - rottedfollower

❝ i have not witnessed any displeasure from the only MASTER i bend to , do not take his voice and attempt to parley with it . get out of my sight rot-fiend . ❞