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"I-I don't see anything, but I know it's here," the proselyte wheezed as he shuffled into a sitting position, holding his ribs and conjuring a matchstick-sized sliver of light to help illuminate the room. Savien could see the creature easily: a massive, gangly creature with four legs, with...

"Impressive historical artifacts everywhere you look," Abel briefly glanced across the artwork adorning the walls. "You'd think the powers that be would try harder to catalog or preserve these kinds of things." Lachapelle seemed to avoid the topic of becoming a monster, though even the witch's...

“To properly learn from them, I must follow in their footsteps. Many of their techniques and teachings could rend my body and mind if I don’t prepare, if I’m not willing to cast away my humanity. It’s a steep price, but one I’m willing to pay for the advancement of my studies so I can protect...

“I suppose that’s what happens when y-“ Abel paused, slowly turning back and looking up at the paladin with a raised eyebrow. “That word you just used, Mortal. What makes you use that word?” He let the question hang in the air briefly, eventually noting that certain tinge in spirit one undergoes...

"Who might be that instructor you were talking about earlier, out of curiosity?" Abel piped up as they started to enter the catacombs. "Someone within the order?" Lachapelle too was moved by the Garou's impassioned retort, but he held his tongue from response or compliment. He regretted not...

“Do you think people wanna hire me? Im a Garou, and my whole family’s in the pen for pack violence. I was a little kid so obviously I wasn’t involved, but that’s what’s gonna come up on the background checks. You can prolly find ‘em easy, just go ask to see the Legrand family, They’re...

“NNMF!” Leo recoiled and clutched his face for a few seconds, before giving a thumbs up, still holding his mouth shut. His eyes were watering but he gave a half-sigh if relief from his nostrils. “Dash a lod bedder, thanksh,” he took care not to spill blood everywhere, snatching a few tissues...

“It’s good enough, not crazy but if you crack my jaw it shouldn’t be that big of a deal. I guess it just aint’ workin on my cavity..” Leo opened his mouth and pointed to one of his teeth. Superficially it looked okay, but hints of decay at the root revealed the opposite. It was a little loose...

“Ari-who? Teethies? Who’s that?” Leo looked around, “I’ll sign a waiver or something if I need to. And of COURSE I don’t have a card, I was born in some Bloodstone-run medical shack or something. It’s a miracle I even gotta birth certificate.” “Ser Durandet, he looks like he’s really in pain...

“My toof,” Leo winced, “Idunno if it was too much sugar or too many scraps with undead, but my tooth is killing me. I can’t afford a dentist that isn’t a quack and if I could, they probably don’t serve dogs,” the amateur hunter nodded and shrugged. “So like, I need you to help me by knocking...

Abel kept his gaze low and his footsteps practically in Savien’s shadow. He knew people thought he was creepy, and he also knew pack members are quick to try to stop creepy things from trespassing where they shouldn’t be. He had a seasoned paladin with him, but he didn’t want to make himself...

“I’m just going to go before they do whatever they’re going to do,” Abel had already started walking away as he gave his remark. He wasn’t in the mood for a musical number, especially when he had places to be.

“I suspect it may also be a test of wit and resourcefulness, as I sincerely doubt she expected me to find most of these with raw magic and brute force. That, or perhaps her standards are that high.” Abel ran a hand through his hair, the bangles on his wrist clinking and jingling. “I suppose we...

“Normally we wouldn’t need this many ingredients with modern practice, as much of the more contemporary arcane study is about efficiency, making miles out of inches so to speak. Instead of sacrificing a goat on a full moon, casting spells with incantations and a specially made staff. Master...

With Savien out in the hallway once more, Abel stood from leaning against a windowsill. His baubles and jewelry jingled and rattled as he moved, but the proselyte had likely blocked out the sound by now. His once unerring gaze seemed softer now, less piercing and more curious. Perhaps the...

"It appears Master Arianne wanted me to come harass you in her stead, as she couldn't find the motivation to actually do so herself. That, and she wanted me to make sure the -her words not mine- cantankerous upstart had not perished. Something about that being a pain in the ass if she'd...

“Why do I have to do make all of her social appointments now? Damn witches, their antisocial habits put my own to shame.” Proselyte Abel trudged along the long hallways into the infirmary. Unlike how he was mere weeks before, Lachapelle stood a little taller and his appearance was better kept...

"No, well, sort of," Abel admitted. Coralie (and a few others) had chastised him on being too reserved, so he took an opportunity to speak his mind a little more. "I just, I reminded myself of someone I'd met at Valentine Park. I'm still trying to process all of that; Proselyte or not, I'm still...

Abel readied his blade and prepared to thrust and meet the spawn's charge, but a swift boot to the creature's jaw ended the need for that. He gasped sharply at the sudden cracking of bones, though sighed with some form of relief when he realized who exactly was being squashed. "Nice shot, I...

"Oh, those. I got to see plenty of them at Valentine Park.." Abel shuddered and looked back at his phone. "We do want to catch it if we can though, I need, er, Hair from a 'deceased' undead. Master Fabre said if it's not killed first that the salve it's used in will turn patients undead instead...