WHO: Tony Stark, Joselyn Smythe, Richard Dickerson, Wysteria Poppell, Vanadi de Vadarta WHAT: A group of nerds and one cool elf investigate some strange reports coming out of a Free Marches village. WHEN: Second week of August. WHERE: Free Marches NOTES: TBA.
The hike into the village had been fascinating. Even the strange growths in Mr. de Vadarta's wound had been more compelling than disturbing (from, of course, the privileged perspective of a young lady lucky enough to observe the phenomena as opposed to experiencing it first hand). But the village itself, for all its promise in terms of scholarship, is--
Undeniably grim.
She doesn't think much on it while they are in Bierstagg - taking samples, closing rifts, sorting how best to pitch potentially poisonous corpses onto pyres -, but as darkness falls on their hike out of the village, the specter of the work is summoned there to their little encampment and suddenly it seems very important to catalog every clipping and scraping she's collected over the course of the trip. Wysteria sits now on a stone at the edge of the firelight with her traveling case open beside her, taking careful notes on a clipping taken from one of the corpses and preserved now in a little glass vial.
"Do you suppose the growth is poisonous, or that the flesh was?"
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faderift2020-08-04 09:35 pm
joselyn & wysteria's poison club
Undeniably grim.
She doesn't think much on it while they are in Bierstagg - taking samples, closing rifts, sorting how best to pitch potentially poisonous corpses onto pyres -, but as darkness falls on their hike out of the village, the specter of the work is summoned there to their little encampment and suddenly it seems very important to catalog every clipping and scraping she's collected over the course of the trip. Wysteria sits now on a stone at the edge of the firelight with her traveling case open beside her, taking careful notes on a clipping taken from one of the corpses and preserved now in a little glass vial.
"Do you suppose the growth is poisonous, or that the flesh was?"