my ghost wife wants me to stab this bard just to steal his fancy driftwood mother-of-pearl inlaid violin
some people might find it concerning that a ghost only i can see is telling me to kiIl, but tbh this tracks. she would've told me this in life
Going out for the night, and Rod Serling narration from the heavens started introducing me as "a vile man, one that holds no principles" who will "soon learn the most important lesson of all". Troubling.
why do bards want me. granted i like a musician as much as the next guy but idk what bards like so much about my whole deal
is it a bardic status symbol to have a haunted lil guy to cheer up? what is going on w this
i realize i haven't had nightmares while in this town. or issues w the shadows. but i think it's back to business as usual now
how dare these caseys ruin MY reprieve by summoning devils/tormenting people in basements
get out of the shadows, this is MY turf and it sucks here. go
i should've paid attention better to lessons about fey folk and yōkai bc there's no reason i should just be like "yeah man the naked horse lady that drowns you"
if this (literally) gods-forsaken town had a Library! then i'd brush up on things but it's a capitalistic hellscape
how do i let these people know their sun deity has abandoned them without telling them that i'm like. an unwilling vessel for a vengeful yōkai of tangible shadow
like hey man your church isn't hurting me. i should be in horrible pain. dude the monsters can get in. do something
i wasn't burning in that temple. the holy symbol was fake. the pastor is heavily injured and sweating more than usual. my friend's sister is missing, along w her boyfriend. there's someone locked in the nobility's basement. light was keeping the monsters at bay and It's Not Here.
i feel the need to ask people to hold my beer. i'm wandering the woods drunk w fresh stitches i just got in a brothel. i'm going boar hunting w the ex-sheriff. i have his weapon. how did i get here. i feel like a straight human man. help
also set a full jar of moonshine on fire molotov style and my friend threw it at two hellhounds that were immune to fire. just ended up catching the tavern's porch on fire. now my friend's banned. i have a strike
this was supposed to be my chill time between adventuring gigs btw
good for her honestly. pour one out in respect for stacey casey, at least someone in this town can get it w/o the crushing weight of guilt looming over them
i think maybe corn liquor is a bad idea. it's just made me bad at everything. i said "OHHHH!" when i recognized this sweet pastor's wife's daughter is the "town bicycle" i have no class whatsoever
staying awake at night w the knowledge that a backwoods doctor has a sample of both my blood and a biopsy of my curse mark
i'm just hoping that stuff doesn't come to life in its flask or whatever
is wallking 2ish miles omn uneven ground in the dark too many when one just got about 15(?)) stitches in their leg. like i can't feel anything bc i'm. drunk. but