Ink keeps working on his Bible.
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Ink is working through his religion and plan to spread it via his underlings
Ink is gonna work on crafting a religion. So he is on pause for a while. Working on revamping Fyr into a Drow Werespider instead of a Drider.
Ink writing.
SoS Huddle: 'You sure you dont want me to come along. I am good at PvP and sewing discord in enemy ranks" Ink Telepathically says to the group. A bit of excitement in his mental voice.
For inks religion to work he'll need time to write. His Reptiod shapeshifting underlines will then spread the word, as well as carryout any subsequent missions in there regions. Thus giving Reconnesscense and in roads. Fyr will be brought back in. Though she'll be a noble drop entrothrope spider aka a werespider!!! This time a Tatterdemelion witch,/living grimoire preacher inquisitor.worshipping a Lloth like diety.
SoS Huddle: Ink moves in his blob form and then reacts."For some reason I feel like I need to dangle a string"
S&Shuddle: " I could kill her, discreetly. And consumer her body" He says with no real emotional tell.as if reciting a item on a check list.
" As for me, I can deploy wherever as almost whatever. If not I can explore and see whats out there again" He says just as Neutral in timbre.
SoS Huddle: Ink shifts growing once more into a humanoid form. This time as a fat priest and tugs his sleeve to change into Eastern Orthodox style vestments.
"Personally, for me its too give us a pool of people devoted to us, as well as generate resources and wealth. It also crosses borders, instills pilant people whose beliefs we shape and later shape the world inwhich we rule through a core system. As for a fantasy world, we could possibly generate magic through belief, which, from what I read, with such faith-based magic classes, is what grants your spells." He says his voice is coming through clearly. "You will do well with RGHGHGH, or RARGHGH, I forget to intone that correctly, Who knew we could regret our screennames for the game later" He pauses and nods."Oh, I will probably work with the poor here, to gather a flock and heal them with potions and maybe a few priests in our ranks under the guise of this new religion. It won't be pretty at the start, but it will grow to something amazing. If it plays out right." "More or less seeking to make us money through faith. Maybe see if it sparks divine power." Ink says with a dark, sinister smile."Like the churches of old"
SoS huddle: ' Ran out of paper.' He telepathically says as he then begins to scroll words over his body.
"HELLO MIDNIGHT, A PLEASURE AS ALWAYS" Scrolled across his body in a variety of languages.
SoS Huddle: A nondescript man in plain commoner clothes comes out and looks at the newcomer. He smiles."Another appears!"
He lets his tattoos emerge before consuming his clothes and objects, shifting into a gelatinous blob of inky gray. Several scripts are moving over the membranes. "Midnight...Great I was hoping for Hezeriak or Nimeson, A skulker or a Bruiser, Maybe even BUnBUnPuriBun our resident Diva!" The cold telepathic voice of a russian man echoed clear in the mind of Dresser.
I am still here
Ink is at base camp working on his "religion"
Still here, Ink just requesting himself to make a fake religion
Cool so we can train them up...Good...Good..
Sorry for being so quiet this week, I've been doped up on medications after messing my back up. I'll be getting caught up today. I am imagining you got hurt doing an Olympic sport...
Ink is working on writing at the moment
So Ink has a spot inside. So literal Comical pull out items out of his body!!!
Ink: Ink will go into one of the rooms. There, he will shift his finger to a pen and begin to write in a journal. He will begin to write the Religion of Bratva. Mixing Christianity with Catholicism and Orthodoxy. Some Jewish traditions and the Edicts of the Brotherhood. Here he begins to write. In Russian. Keeping it an ancient language of the GOD BRATVA.
Ink nods. "Horothgarn has a proposal" He repeats and then nods. "It shall be done. Now I must go and rest. Farewell, and try not to do any unintentional harm." With that, he bows and turns to move back into the compound.
John:
'Simple observatins and deductions. You'd be surprised what people do when they think no one is watching. Or what they don't do when they are being watched' Ink Stands waiting and watching the others.
As he does he seeks to mask his reaction.
John:
"I see. Keep observing. I want to know weaknesses and vulnerabilities. Though they are not necessarily enemies, but they are not our guild. [ooc]Ink is unassuming. Is almost like he is a servitor NPC[/00c]
"As you wish, But if you wish we will be here for a minute." He says simple and unassuming. " A pleasure to have met you." he bows again.
John:
' Who is this woman and these people? I assume with Dom they are allies, but how dangerous are they?' He relates via Telepathy Ink seeing the newcomers shifts to a simple plain looking man in peasants clothing. He has a simple stick and a simple dagger. A ring rests on a finger. " Hello, I am Ink, a humble servant of the Guild." He says eloquently. "Our leader is currently away doing another mission here. As for my other associates, they seem to be occupied. However I am here at your disposal currently" He says formally, a simple man.
Ink observes resting in his gelatinous state.
Telepathy:
" No problem Myriana. It may give me time to build up the Bratva here Ink remains in his watery ink drop form. Resting his natural shapeshifting powers.
Ink seeks to spread the religion of Bratva. So the Guild can get followers and, well, Investments. He has to write the actual book, and distrbute them in ruins. As well as fool those thinking it was a lost ancient religion rediscovered. Ink also is up for any work to challenge his assassination skills.
Telepathy: Ink says to Myriana and Desseer as he continues on.
"I can assist with either. He doubted he would have the difficulty of the others. He was accustomed to doing morally gray to black things. His job was kiliing, beating and more.
I assume we had a large Guild and several of us are probably rarely interacted. Ink worked alot on his own. Probably more in chat then in raids. So Myriana may never have interacted with RRARAGH
Ink listens as he looks at DOm. Seemingly one-sided, and though Deseer is the leader. His views on sparring and training are flawed. Telepathy All: "Congratulations Myriana, may you rule well"
"I take that as a challenge. As even the stealthiest of foes, get careless. A hard lesson to learn, even I have faced it, here and back home" Ink says as he continues to move with them.
'Should I kill him and despose of the body?' Ink suggests nonchalantly as if it were another day in the office. He was after all no stranger to such work. Infact his supposed humanity seems even more distant. Ink slithers and slimes his way into the room. He takes a minute to study the scene.
He looks over the pair and, seeing no signs of blood or bruising, then examines their body language and facial expressions. Noticing nothing out of the ordinary, he remains quiet and observes.
'So far only the ones I brought to you. Though there are a few is Yggdrasil who could easily evade most of us.' Ink said confidently. THere were players out there he had fled from knowing the prowess in magics or stealth his simple tricks could never crack. He wasn't suicidal.
'Yeah ran into some more of our guild and a couple of stray players' Ink says continuing on his way.
"What do you mean?' Ink asks moving along with ease, his movements seemingly cleaning as he goes.
They also haven't had a reason to use it on each other either as far as I can recall. I used to be in the same but, I was undead, but then I got better. It was just a flesh wound
Yeah I figured as much...sigh,, though I can compell oozes to attasck on my behalf...MUWAHAHAHA Oops sorry my evil is slipping...
Yeah I am counted as Human, Aberration and Ooze
I am not sure if I am counted as an Ooze for such pirposes as mind control...hmmm...
Ink continues to move along with Desseer."I personally can kill her at any time. Few ward against a creature such as me. Especially when I am neither man nor ooze" Ink Adds as he seemingly slithers along a strange mix of snail and snake.
Japanese: He said telepathically in Japanese. ' So we will have a city. Nay, two cities. This one and one yet conquered. I will look about here for any significant libraries and librams, should we need too I can draw up some ancient seeming books, or scrolls."
Ink moves over to grab some sheet or blanket and drapes it over Jolene 'The SLimes will always appreciate more things to eat. They are not picky. In fact, better than swine' Ink says telepathically.
Ink just watches. Somewhar appathetic, He wanted to see the man dead and dying. The suffering. Yet also was done with this. Was he truly this evil? He had done evil for years, but his humanity had some positives. A killer and criminal he may have been, but he didn't want this sort of unnecessary torture.
She whispers back, "If Ink allows it. He seems rather... attached. He did bestow those foreign markings to her, I believe. I am willing to share, thank you for asking."
[B]'I am hoping to witness true art'[/b] He says telepathically as ge waits with baited breath
'I am more intrigued about the guards. The woman, is a woman, honestly just an artist enjoying the work of another artist' Ink says as he looks
Ink rests, looking at the scene before him. How will the guards react to Desseer's commands?
'Who doesn't like naked lady' Ink laughs in Myriana's head and then moves over too the corner and lets words rolling over his body.
'If you dont want her, I can take her and sculpt her into something unique. Or we could take her back and see how the minions will use her'
' Thats disappointing. Desseer is a threat but to ignore me...I should kill them!' he says to Desseer through their telepathically link
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