03 . boat log!

[necrolord]

Who: necrolord and existing CR. If your character has met the Emperor and would respond positively to an invite, jump on in. (If you're not sure, ask me at ochrona!)
What: A voyage out to sea! This is a mingle log; feel free to toplevel and tag around.
When: Ambiguously around New Year's.
Where: The Pthumerian Ocean.

Content Warnings: Undead sailors, flesh-eating crabs, tentacles, corpses; Deer-standard levels of inherent fleshy horror. Note all the usual warnings of this character.

[ See John's toplevel for prompts, and feel free to tag in brackets or prose! ]

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[necrolord]

"Hm," he says, and for a moment that's all. Then: "Which types, if you don't mind the prying? That is a weird one."

Thus far, his necromancers have been largely untouched. His necromancy functions, though not at the level he expects; he seems to have come unplugged from that divine battery, which is not the sort of conversation to have lightly or aloud.

God blows out the exhale of a man shelving a difficult math problem, and turns to survey their ship, then Willow herself.

"Well, let's see if you can tune in any better out where we're going."

[frogfear]

"Paleblood for me, Vileblood for her," Willow answers automatically. Vileblood doesn't feel any more compatible with magic than Paleblood does, but she can hardly spend too much time looking into it while they're out to sea.

She lets her mind wander as she watches the water silently for a few moments, before he catches her attention again.

"Yeah. Yeah, it's worth a shot."