Recent content by Oscar Viotto

Oscar stepped through, and reached up to pat his hair next to Kouri. “I wouldn’t let you come to harm, little one. If a withercaste has you in its sights, you’ll know it.” He said simply, though the loud crash of Raathurnax’s teeth brought his attention back to the gate. Thankfully it wasn’t on...

Oscar smiled up at the little creature atop his head as they headed lower. “The roots, my little love, seek the leylines as we all do. Not born of magic but they seek it as they do water and nutrients.” He explained with a smile. Soon, the rocky soil gave way to silt, then sand. As they...

Oscar smiled at the small spirit crawling up his head, and swung the parasol over so Kouri would be bathed in soft pink light from the paper. “Mind the skin, little one. I can’t heal like a normal man, and decay begins with a paper cut, not a blade wound.” He told Kouri gently. He was unable to...

Oscar chuckled but sat still as a little creature hopped down, and came to investigate him. He was calm and still, fearless. He had nothing to preserve; he was already dead. The little spirit was helplessly cute, and he allowed it to scamper up his clothing to perch on a shoulder. He shifted the...

Oscar was on a nice stroll, and looked hopelessly out of place. The behemoth of an undead man, well over six feet, was dressed in a soft set of pink robes. Undead, particularly creatures from the Silent Court, favored clothing that didn’t restrict or chafe. A white under robe, the pink top...

Asha smiled at him and poured Vulpesen a cup of water. “I was kidnapped from the streets of Alliria. Persian does enjoy targeting street children.” She told him. “We’re taken, then I was trained in Pedeo and collared.” The one named Calva shrugged. “Prisoner of war. I was sold to Persian, and...

Oscar was content to listen to the music. Most of the pets were dozing boredly; there really wasn’t much to do or people to perform for in such heat. Oscar only opened an eye when he heard a man approaching, and sat up properly to regard him. “And yet a bird in the hand sings far sweeter.” He...

Oscar relaxed a bit when the man slid his blade back into its sheath. He was a dead man, and the dead feared no weapons, but Oscar really hadn’t been looking forward to rot and decay so soon. He wanted to preserve his appearance as much as possible for as long as possible. He listened, with the...

Oscar was always a happy creature anywhere in Amol-Kalit, but today he was doing a favor on behalf of his lord. Aluicious Rosebury, the Lord of Luck, was a fae known for gambling, games, and business deals throughout Arethil. Oscar was his representative in areas where Lord Rosebury couldn’t...

Oscar nodded sadly. “Then, I fear, if the body was burned all the Detritors could do for him is a soft passage of the spirit. The Silent Court is always respectful of souls lost in horrific ways, my dear. You may be able to pray to give his soul guidance; all the world adores a candle but to the...

Oscar looked at her with a small amount of pity. “My dear, death unites us all. You will find no such hatred or discrimination here, mind. All are embraced by death and all are claimed by it. Therefore, all are welcome. It doesn’t matter what you were in life. Only what you do with your death...

Oscar gently took her hands. “What use have the dead for coins or banks? What use does a soul have for that which rots the living while they still breathe? There is no currency here, my darling. There is no knife in the shadows, no empty beings trawling garbage for scraps. This is the Silent...

Oscar strolled along, looking very much like a man in his own backyard. He feared little. Animals had no want to attack him; he was neither threatening nor smelled like food. He smelled of magic and death, not exactly things a lone hunter would be interested in. Likewise, traveling unarmed meant...

Oscar patted her lightly. “My dear not all of us need mere eyes to see.” He told her. “Perhaps it is you, of these lucky few, who sees yet beyond sight.” He patted her arm affectionately as they walked toward the city. A few more minutes to get her legs steady and she wouldn’t be feeling...

Oscar walked through the Savannahs, pleasantly surprised by the falling flakes. He looked up with a smile, welcoming the little friends onto his skin. He closed his eyes for a moment, and blew a cloud of perfumed smoke up into the sky. His clove cigarette burned brightly, and surrounded him in...