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  1. Foolish Ghoul

    Fantasy (Open) Willow Witches and The Faceless

    The chalices flies through the air, spilling the vibrant red contents upon the earth, like an omen of the blood to be spilled in the ensuing fight. Quick as lightning, Loriel's hand snatchs the golden chalice from the air, holding it out in front of him confused. A small laugh escapes his lips...
  2. Foolish Ghoul

    Fantasy (Open) Willow Witches and The Faceless

    Letting the illusory berry pass through his head, Loriel responds with an encouraging clap and cachinnation, the laughter lasting maybe just a little too long. "YOU! I like you! You're a funny man. Please join us, funny man. Your smelly friend drinks too!" Like a child gallivanting through the...
  3. Foolish Ghoul

    Fantasy (Open) Willow Witches and The Faceless

    There is a relieved sigh that emits from behind the strangers helm. Carefully, he takes a step forward, though not careful enough as he almost immediately slips on the slick beach stones – quickly catching himself with a few more stumbling steps. A quiet and embarrassed laugh escapes him as he...
  4. Foolish Ghoul

    Fantasy (Open) Willow Witches and The Faceless

    Traveling west with the mist, Abel would notice the local haze growing denser, causing his vision to be radically cut. Yet, despite this hindrance, there was something comforting about the fog he now found himself in, something about it's coalescing shapes wrapping him in genteel obscurity that...
  5. Foolish Ghoul

    Fantasy (Open) Willow Witches and The Faceless

    Tumbling to the forest floor, the mutilated corpse impacts with a sickening smack, one of the appendages twisting at an odd angle. It's contact with the forest floor causes the fog to suddenly convulse around it's shape, wispy tendrils seemingly recoiling from the body. Momentarily the fog...
  6. Foolish Ghoul

    Fantasy (Open) Willow Witches and The Faceless

    "The world is fire and plague, and we are a madness that roams this desolate land like sheep without a shepherd. That’s all we are when it comes down to it, just squabbling cattle, living life in a familiar home turned slaughterhouse. We; the Faceless and Willow Witches alike, wander the rotting...
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