02 . december catch-all

[necrolord]

Who: necrolord and you!
What: A necromancer enjoys Bone Season.
When: December.
Where: Throughout Trench.

Content Warnings: Will be marked as needed. Note all the usual warnings of this character.

(1) recruitment: OTA.

There is a man in the Archives. He doesn't look like much: average height, average build, dressed in simple blacks. He chews his lip as he thumbs through some borrowed tome. There's an untidy stack of ancient books beside him, the titles Rituals of Trench: Remembering Our Pasts and Legends of Trench: Curses and Causations glinting in the lamplight. The one in his hands seems to be The Sleeper Condition. If you've come to do some research on the current issues plaguing town, you'll have to approach this plain and faintly rumpled-looking stranger.

He drums his fingers against the tabletop as he reads, and at the approach of any passerby, he looks up.

His eyes are oil-black and horribly, weightily inhuman.

"I don't suppose," he says, by way of greeting, "you've run across much explanation for the squidly reincarnation? All our esteemed authors seem to take the tentacles as a normal fact of life."

(2) recruitment: existing CR.

It is, by and large, a quiet day in Trench. The God of Necromancers can be found ambling from Gaze to the Blood Ministers' District and back again, sometimes with his facepainted attaché and sometimes not. You might even spot him down by the docks, standing out among the brawn and bustle of sailors.

Regardless, he brightens when he spots an even slightly familiar face, and raises a hand in hello.

"Remind me," he says, bracingly, "how you feel about sailing?"

(3) wildcard.

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Comments

[frogfear]

It doesn't seem like a terrible idea, honestly - to go from reading to doing a little investigating of their own. He's got the ship. A ship she's already seen navigate a severe storm with little trouble. Maybe a little ocean exploration wouldn't hurt.

"That's one option," Willow says with a slow nod, contemplating the suggestion. "I'll check and see if I can find any of the old information on Deerington, too. Maybe there's something there that can help. I mean, it could still be out there somewhere. It's just a matter of tracking it down again."

[necrolord]

There is something very satisfying about pointing her thoughtful suspicion in a productive direction.

"Nothing like a treasure hunt." He sits back, openly intrigued by the thought. "If you do turn up anything, feel free to pass it along. Many hands, light work, et cetera."

[frogfear]

It's the best lead she's had in awhile, and the way this world is tied to Deerington, it does make an odd amount of sense that perhaps there's some connection between the way the dream effected everyone's powers, and her lack of ability to use her magic here as well.

"Yeah," she nods. "I'll keep you posted. That goes for you too."