did i just spend 3 hours rping?!?!!? i think im getting braver! but damnnnnnn its 1am
Torment Doll, Ossan, Divinity’s Reach
the air felt heavy, to warm and sickly sweet with exotic incenses burning in multiple ornate metal censers. in the smokey darkness sat a figure silhouetted by the warm glow coming from the hearth. something was boiling in a large iron cauldron and the figure paused her work every so often to stir it lazily or add a handful of new herbs to the mix. on the table before her were unkempt piles of books and scrolls, empty bottles of in and broken quills, and then there was the bones.
Torment Doll lifted a cup to her lips and drank deep the scalding liquid, not noticing the burn. the heavily spiced tea from the Ossan district of Divinity’s Reach reminded doll of the Charrs fire whiskey, when she needed to be sober and alert she drank endless cups of it. Her attention was focused so completely on her crafting that she noticed little around her, only breaking to drink or add to the brew. a dip on the well of red paint and her brush was back to gliding expertly along the rough surface of the skull in her right hand. She was making a new staff, painting runes and symbols of her necromancy on each skull.
the noise of the city was only slightly muted by the thin walls of the cramped shop but doll was too focused to notice or care.
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