things the other had said didn't make fully sense.
Now this, this looked bigger than any necromantic spell Irnerio had ever used.
A surprised gasp escaped him as Ricardo's jaw opened a little more than a normal jaw should but he immediately put his hands over his mouth.
Now he was definitely sure this was something that was not meant to be seen by anyone.
He recalled Ricardo talking about souls he was keeping trapped inside of his body but the tiefling hadn't fully grasped the meaning of it. He had brushed that conversation aside, most of the +
He growls under his breath while hearing his other half berate him for almost having both of them be consumed. There was a smile against his lips, followed by a laugh, "Look at you... Still the worrisome soul that lingers inside me. More reason why I enjoy you."
That's not something you see everyday but the wizards doesn't look as shocked as a civilian could be.
He retrieves an eyelash encased in gum arabic from his bag of components and recites a brief spell before crushing it, successfully casting invisibility.
He wants to know +
He cracks his neck and shoulders while his briars carry a dead corpse that held oddly no sign of a spinal cord. His body was covered in ebony ichor from crown to sole. He comes his fingers through his long hair but freezes upon sensing Irnerio.
He's washing in the lake. Not too far from the shore, he's not too fond of deep water and he's keeping an eye on the stuff he had left unattended.
His bags, clothes and spells kit are neatly packed over his bedroll.
But the fresh water is nice...
what doesn’t kill you leaves disfiguring scars. what doesn’t kill you fills you with paralyzing self—hatred. what doesn’t kill you makes you afraid for the rest of your life. what doesn’t kill you might make you kill them.