A) There are too many things for Raine to keep track of- monsters and horrors that stood in the way of everybody trying to get into the house. Raine was committed to following the spider. At least to get inside.
But first, well, they had to deal with the spiders. Raine had thought it was a smart idea to bring their companions that had made the key inside with them- only to find that they were aggressive now. The bard tried to frantically slap off as many spiders as they could, preoccupied with trying to fend off their assailants.
B) Now spider-free, Raine made their way to the house. They follow the arrows left by the Web, but they'll stop to offer a hand- or, if needed, the end of a staff- to anyone who needs help.
COME IN: (tw: extinction, genocide, death, rot)
The first thing one would notice when entering Raine's room was the smell of rot. Not the harsh rot of spoiled food or meat but of the humid, pungently warm rot of fungus. The sickly green growth covered stone floors and walls like moss might; it ate away at tapestries and paintings, and those unfortunate enough to be caught in the rot's spread were long dead.
Among the wreckage, alone in a room, was Raine and their Palisman. They tried to escape, but every new twist and turn or potential exit was blocked. They had seen this already- they knew of this outcome. They knew they were going to fail, but it was so much worse.
Everyone was dead, and the isles were becoming more corruption than they were the isles, and even Raine's fight against keeping the corruption from overcoming them began to fail.
"I'm sorry, Crash," Raine struggled to kick the green fungus off their boots while they held their palisman away from it. "Everything-- it's too much. I can't find a way out, and Eda's gone. I'm sorry."
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(tw spiders, swarms)
A)
There are too many things for Raine to keep track of- monsters and horrors that stood in the way of everybody trying to get into the house. Raine was committed to following the spider. At least to get inside.
But first, well, they had to deal with the spiders. Raine had thought it was a smart idea to bring their companions that had made the key inside with them- only to find that they were aggressive now. The bard tried to frantically slap off as many spiders as they could, preoccupied with trying to fend off their assailants.
B)
Now spider-free, Raine made their way to the house. They follow the arrows left by the Web, but they'll stop to offer a hand- or, if needed, the end of a staff- to anyone who needs help.
COME IN:
(tw: extinction, genocide, death, rot)
The first thing one would notice when entering Raine's room was the smell of rot. Not the harsh rot of spoiled food or meat but of the humid, pungently warm rot of fungus. The sickly green growth covered stone floors and walls like moss might; it ate away at tapestries and paintings, and those unfortunate enough to be caught in the rot's spread were long dead.
Among the wreckage, alone in a room, was Raine and their Palisman. They tried to escape, but every new twist and turn or potential exit was blocked. They had seen this already- they knew of this outcome. They knew they were going to fail, but it was so much worse.
Everyone was dead, and the isles were becoming more corruption than they were the isles, and even Raine's fight against keeping the corruption from overcoming them began to fail.
"I'm sorry, Crash," Raine struggled to kick the green fungus off their boots while they held their palisman away from it. "Everything-- it's too much. I can't find a way out, and Eda's gone. I'm sorry."
[Interested in a wildcard? Feel free to throw yourself in, or dm me at rainestorms on Discord!]