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wildestlands2021-11-26 02:14 pm
okayimin) wrote in wildestlands2021-11-26 02:14 pm
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Chantry Sanctioned Swears
[ The view from the mirror is mostly blurred trees as shaking hands fumble with it and a furious voice rants. ]
-expect me to believe this isn't some Fade nonsense. Of all the Stone deaf, sunblind, nugfucked shit-
[ The rant dies down to muttering, some creative profanities still audible. When the mirror is finally turned the right way, it shows a young woman (Dwarven to those who would recognize). She's wearing a nun's habit and wimple, though the reds and whites are a bit dull from dust and blood. A large s-shaped brand covers her left cheek. There are dark circles under her eyes. And she is clearly furious. ]
Right! I don't know what you lot are up to now, but I've had my fill of it. We're in the middle of a blasted war, if you haven't noticed. I'm very sure there are others who would be happy to indulge in this kind of magic-y surface dream business, however. I. Am. Busy.
[ She gestures with her free hand for emphasis. There's a bone saw in it. ]
If what those. Whatever they were that brought me here. Demons or spirits or what have you- Whatever they were, I was told there are others here. If that's the case, my name is Sister Sara, I'm a sawbones by trade. I'm hoping you lot are in better shape than the crew I just got yanked from, seeing as how these Fade creatures didn't even do the decent and bring my bag with me. I ain't sanctioned for it, but if we're in a pinch, I'll do your last rites. Don't reckon the Maker is too picky about who says the proper words in situations like this, so long as they get said. And if there's any of my company that happened to fall through with me, tell Sister Eloisa she can go to the fucking pit if she thinks for one minute-!
[ The rant and the recording will be abruptly cut short. Sawbones, resolutely marching away from the magical tugging feeling, is finally teleported to camp in all her bloody, exhausted fury.
The bone saw, however, has been lost to the forest. ]
-expect me to believe this isn't some Fade nonsense. Of all the Stone deaf, sunblind, nugfucked shit-
[ The rant dies down to muttering, some creative profanities still audible. When the mirror is finally turned the right way, it shows a young woman (Dwarven to those who would recognize). She's wearing a nun's habit and wimple, though the reds and whites are a bit dull from dust and blood. A large s-shaped brand covers her left cheek. There are dark circles under her eyes. And she is clearly furious. ]
Right! I don't know what you lot are up to now, but I've had my fill of it. We're in the middle of a blasted war, if you haven't noticed. I'm very sure there are others who would be happy to indulge in this kind of magic-y surface dream business, however. I. Am. Busy.
[ She gestures with her free hand for emphasis. There's a bone saw in it. ]
If what those. Whatever they were that brought me here. Demons or spirits or what have you- Whatever they were, I was told there are others here. If that's the case, my name is Sister Sara, I'm a sawbones by trade. I'm hoping you lot are in better shape than the crew I just got yanked from, seeing as how these Fade creatures didn't even do the decent and bring my bag with me. I ain't sanctioned for it, but if we're in a pinch, I'll do your last rites. Don't reckon the Maker is too picky about who says the proper words in situations like this, so long as they get said. And if there's any of my company that happened to fall through with me, tell Sister Eloisa she can go to the fucking pit if she thinks for one minute-!
[ The rant and the recording will be abruptly cut short. Sawbones, resolutely marching away from the magical tugging feeling, is finally teleported to camp in all her bloody, exhausted fury.
The bone saw, however, has been lost to the forest. ]
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I would go so far as to say times are rather desperate.
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I suppose we shall have to make do. Truthfully I am most concerned with food even before weapons or bandages right now. While I can endure starvation for a long time, not all my compatriots are so gifted.
[ also most of them can't eat spoiled food or rocks like you, garvi. ]
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[ Sawbones is intimately familiar with the extremes of hunger. ...Which perhaps is a tad ominous, so she adds: ]
I've been on low ration runs before. As long as one of you can get me a decently sized nug or goat... Or whatever this place's equivalent is, I can make that last a time enough. We won't be full and it won't be good, but we're not going to starve.