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While she begins to speak, the odd creature kneels down to look at the floor. He scoops up some sand with the free hand that isn't holding the katana and idly watches as the sand runs from between his fingers and oncw again scatters across the floor. "Yep...sand. This temple...it was originally...

The strange being's hand suddenly moves to catch her wrist by pure reflex as it gets close to her face, and it's eyelids open, revealing orange eyes that seem to almost glow, with black sclera that matches the makeup under his eyes. "Sailor? Hm. I wouldn't say so. the sea and I don't really get...

Upon her fingers touching it, Jane would hear some sort of mechanism click, and the coffin lid would slide with barely any resistance to her pushing. The lid eventually falls off of the coffin and hits the floor with a stony crackle as it breaks apart. Even shaped stone could get old. However...

She would instantly find that the underbelly of the temple is much bigger than what emerged from above the sands. Where the other part had been buried with time, this part of the temple was fully underground, built into the rock and stone of it's surroundings. There were no torches on the walls...

The Amol-Kalit desert was as expansive as it was cruel. As beutiful as it was chaotic. One could easily find themselves lost in those endless sands. Sands that created a sea of the unknown that could be unearhed at any moment as the winds shifted the sands. One tall dune in particular looked...

"I fight to keep my eldritch relative outta my head. It's why I wander. You know anything about fending off eldritch beings from beyond reality?" He questions, watching Cauldwin slit the throats. Good of him to make sure none of those little freaks get back up. The electricity on his blade...

"Aye, dark things are hard to understand. S'why they're referred to as 'dark'. Cause you can't see in the darkness." He blows a puff of smoke, shrugging slightly. "I don't know about my eldritch relatives either. I know the fucker's name, but I can't say it to regular folk, gives'em headaches...

The tiefling remains in his fighting stance, blade crackling with electricity as five of the small yetis charge him. Luckily, the tiefling is prepared for such occasions. The fastest one, running ahead of his four other beastly companions, gets impaled first with a thrust from Alden's longsword...

Upon getting closer, and the man's response, Alden gags a bit. "Oh fuck....do you bathe? You know what, I ain't here to judge." He shakes his head. "So you weren't with the entire camp'o dead men outside?" He immediately seems cautious. "Wait a minute, are you with the vampire? You're not a...

"I've got pride in me magical ability. Just not in my relative. I much dislike my relative, I have insomnia because of his ass." He shakes his head, frowning slightly. He decides to wash down the memory of his relative with another gulp of wine. When he gets an earful in regards to him using...

"New? Far from new. Tieflins are ancient. Been around a long time." He takes a cigarette out of his coat, and puts it between his teeth before snapping his fingers to create a spark which sets the end alight. He then takes a drag of smoke before speaking once more. "Some tieflings are related to...

"Blood magic has a lot of tricks. Since my shithead of an eldritch relative's blood flows through me, my blood goes further in the...magical economy...I guess? I dunno. I just know my blood is valuable." He shrugs after sheathing his knife. "So I don't have to pay as much blood to cast magic as...

"Shatterin will, humiliation. That sorta stuff ain't really ever been my thing." He shrugs. "I just lop off their heads and get it over with. It's up to them whether they're shattered or humiliated. I just wanna turn the head in so I can eat. Whatever god they worshipped can sort them out." A...

The magic Alden had used earlier had heightened his senses. He could hear it, the scream of a man falling. Perhaps a survivor of the expedition? He altered his course not long after the scream, now in a hurry to trudge through that snow. He regrets not buying the special snow shoes, but they...

"Have I tried to actually harm ye yet?" He points out, an eye twitching. "If we were demons, would I be allowed to walk the city streets? Would I have the concept of remorse? As for if my mother willingly gave birth to me? Fuck if I know. I was tossed out on the streets. I don't even remember...