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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on May 17, 2018 4:13:14 GMT -8
Trevor -
Hello. I hope you've been well. How has your new locale been treating you? I offered my friend's guidance there in return for the information you provided, but perhaps one more request would be appropriate if you have benefited from that deal? A guardian spirit asks me for some great beast as sacrifice, though I am no hunter of beasts. Can you help me? Your brethren from the waters of our mother realm would be unwilling to surrender a kill, so I understand if you must decline.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on May 18, 2018 13:37:44 GMT -8
STWOM-
"The new spot's been alright, but they give me flack.
Actin' like they're real sharks. Who's real and who's
just an idea? Who used to be a guy? This guy."
STWOM-
"Hm... Alright, I got nothin' better goin'
on right now. What you want me to bag?"
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on May 21, 2018 18:20:13 GMT -8
Trevor -
"You have my gratitude."
Trevor stayed mum about the validity of a spirit's existence. He was of the opinion that both spirit and organic beings were equally genuine, but now wasn't a good time to debate that. 
"It was a specific request. A family that once made sacrifices to their Disir had a stallion they promised was for her altar. Before that autumn the family fell to enemies in another land. Now the spirit incarnation of the promised horse runs feral through the forests surrounding her castle, taunting her."
"I only need to keep a bowl of ichor to present to the altar. Then, whatever is left from the kill can be yours."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 7, 2018 0:46:49 GMT -8
STWOM-
"Yeah, spirit horse, OK. The entrails are one
of my fave parts, but I'll save ya some..."
STWOM-
"That thing is goin' down."
He bounced on his tail, ready to go, but waiting
just a moment in case Trevor had anything to add.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Jun 9, 2018 22:39:16 GMT -8
Trevor -
"Ah. Help yourself."
"I only need enough lifeblood to meet the requirements of the dísablót."
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Jun 16, 2018 20:49:23 GMT -8
STWOM-
"Back in a jiff, cat man!"
The shark whipped into the air and splashed into the earth
as if it was water, swimming away with dorsal fin displayed...
Did Trevor get up to any other business while waiting?
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Jun 17, 2018 11:28:00 GMT -8
Now was a good time to rest. All the necessary elements were in place.
There was supposed to be some sort of feast during the sacrificial holiday. STWOM's part in this would surely qualify, but Trevor believed he should also participate. He allowed himself nothing to drink following combat practice so he'd feel more motivated to imbibe. A green bottle sat on a small table in the corner of the room. Its glass took on a black coloration due to the dark substance inside.
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