>>33809497
>>A ghost has been forced out of her home, she needs my help getting back in.

>>33809497
Wow I fucked that up. Here's an actual spoiler: WoooOOOooo, today's quest will contain SPOOKY UNDEEEEEAD.

>>33809497
>>A ghost has been forced out of her home, she needs my help getting back in.

Don't vampires suck blood? I've never met one personally and maybe I'm mistaken, but vampires suck blood don't they. I'm sure I'd be the belle of the ball if I were to show up with these rosy cheeks, but I think I'll avoid meeting them for now.

As for zombies, they're just kind of gross. I made a few for practice, but I usually let them wander off somewhere after. Master Gwydion used to keep this large one around but... come to think of it, whatever happened to that?

"Let us meet this ghost, we shall help her reclaim her home." I grab master's cloak, it's been quite some time since I took it for myself but the sleeves are still far too long, I let it hang off my shoulders as I leave for the trip...

"BOOOO-hoohoohoo. BOOOO-hoohoohoo." The lady-ghost is crying when she sees me, all of her is white from the floating tips of her curling hair to the tiny toes on her uncovered feet. I suppose ghosts don't need shoes do they... I wonder how they deal with stepping in ectoplasm?

"Aww, don't cry lady. We'll get your house back, put a little muscle in whatever your problem is... HAH HAH HAH, BUT I DON'T HAVE ANY!" Bonesley tries to comfort the poor thing, I think. His hand passes through her back every time he tries to pat it though.

"What's the problem exactly?" I need some details to work with.

"My house is haaaaunted! BOOOO-hoohoohoo." I wish she'd stop crying like that, I don't mind the crying but I wish she'd stop crying like THAT... hold on, what'd she say?

"Your house is... haunted, mam?"

"I've unlived there for twenty yeeEEEars, and suddenly the door is opening and closing on it's own, and there's scratching coming from the walls. It has me so scared, I haven't slept at all!"

"Do you... do you sleep?" I'm pretty sure ghosts don't sleep.

"NO! BECAUSE MY HOUSE IS HAAAAUNTED!" Yeeeeep.

>Let's explore the house and see what's up.
>I need more information, let's ask the local townsfolk about hauntings.
>I have better ideas... [Write-in]

>>33809981
>>Let's explore the house and see what's up.

>>33809981
>>Let's explore the house and see what's up.

"Well, let's go inside." It's probably just some perverted wight that gets his jollys out of watching the ghost... sleep...

The house didn't look fantastic at a distance, but up close it's clearly in shambles. It's hardly fit for living, but I guess comfortable enough for someone who doesn't have to worry about the ceiling caving in on them.
I don't think I'll have to worry about the thing collapsing around me whatever time I spend here, but I think I'll keep my hood on while I'm inside.
Speaking of which, the interiors don't look much better. There's a certain homeliness to the layout; shoes by the door long forgotten since the world ended, a small eating table with two chairs facing each other, an easel laying covered under a sheet by a window where the sunlight no longer dances; all of it worn, all of it lost...

"EEEEEK!" The door behind me slams closed with no aid, and Bonesley screams, placing his hands on my shoulders. "GHOOOST! WE'RE GOING TO DIE IN HERE!"

I need better servants, maybe I'll visit the bone collectors on my return, or steal from a cemetery, or something.

I could try the door, but I'd wager it's locked if this thing went through the trouble. Not the most well-thought out plan, there're plenty of child sized windows already broken for me. I'm in here on business any ways, let's see what I can do. The stairs leading up are broken but I could probably have Bonesley help me up, I'd have to leave him behind though...

>I shall commune with the house, recover its secrets.
>Investigating the first floor with Bonesley sounds like a fine enough idea
>Hopefully Bonesley won't cry too much, because I'm leaving him behind. Haunting ghosts tend to attics.
>Write-In

>>33810387
>>Investigating the first floor with Bonesley sounds like a fine enough idea

>>33810387

>Investigating the first floor with Bonesley sounds like a fine enough idea

"Alright Bonesley, let's have a look around." Oh, it looks like he's way ahead of me. He's already got his head tucked under a chair, must be searching the shadows. Ghosts are always lurking in the shadows.

Most haunts have about half a dozen ghosts in the first place, when you can barely touch anything it's hard to keep yourself busy, I imagine their numbers are just so that they don't grow bored. It's odd that the lady had this place to herself for so long...

There's a lot of attachment stuck to the furniture, the feelings of those that lived here have settled in so deeply. Could the haunting ghost be attached to them? It's not unknown for some sorts to eat feelings when they're starved.

"B-b-b-boss-lady! I f-found the ghost, we can leave." Bonesley taps on my shoulder while I search the curtains, and I turn around to find him holding a white sheet.

"What's that Bonesley?"

"T-the ghost! We captured it, now let's be on ou way out! Hah... hah... hah."

"Bonesley, that's obviously not the ghost."

"Sure it is!" He sticks one of his arms under the sheet, swishing it around in the air. "Wooooo! I'm a ghost, SPOOKY!"

"Where did you get that anyways." He must think I'm twelve... well, I mean he's not really off but...

"Fine then." Bonesley sighs, or he says, "sigh," rather. No lungs and all. He starts walking over to the easel, which now sits uncovered. A young couple is painted, a man and a woman holding hands, smiling in the throes of life.

It's an image of a time that no longer exists...

"EEEEEK!"

"What is it this time Bonesley? Did a bat fly into your eye-socket?"

"N-n-n-n-n-n-" Bonesley stutters, I swear a cat must've got his tongue, and some revenant his courage. What exactly is he looking a...

Big. Black. Shadow. Coming this way. Stretching across the ceilings and the walls. Trying to consume the room.

>I will talk it down! I have a job to do!
>I'm not a necromancer for nothing, I shall turn the dead... I hope it's the dead.
>FORGET THIS, I'M RUNNING.

>>33810839
>>I'm not a necromancer for nothing, I shall turn the dead... I hope it's the dead.

>>33810839
>>I'm not a necromancer for nothing, I shall turn the dead... I hope it's the dead.

It can make itself as big as it wants, but it's not scaring me. I haven't needed to sleep by candlelight for almost a year now!
Breathing out slowly, I loose my magic into the still air. Bonesley's tossed his head out the window first and his body is trying to escape after it, but I remain calm. There's nothing to fear, in the land of the dead, the little girl reigns queen.
The ceilings to the floor and the walls on all sides of me are consumed in the beast's body. The wall far and front sproutes bleeding red eyes, and jagged teeth that speak.

"LEEEEEEEAVE. THIS IS. MY HOME!"

"I refuse, my name is Fianna, necromancer! And this is not your place, so I would tell you to take your own advice!" I throw my words at him and they take life in the air, floating letters L-E-A-V-E scrape the black and peel it backwards towards the beast. The room returns to form as quickly as it changed, my spell collecting the shape of the ghast together...

He's no larger than my head when compacted, just a coiling ball of malevolent passion. Seated on one of the worn down chairs I grip his form in my hands. Press too hard and I'll slip right through him, go too loose and he'll slip away, but I've got plenty of practice not screwing this up.

Don't screw this up-don't screw this up-don't screw this up.

Okay Fianna, you're good! Now business!

"What're you doing in this house?" I ask.

The face on the blob looks up and left, his mouth extends out some inches, whistling into the air. Why is everyone I meet so immature?

>Send off the ghast to the after-world
>Bring the ghast outside and let the ghost decide how to deal with it
>Write-In

>>33811235
>>Bring the ghast outside and let the ghost decide how to deal with it

This is wonderful OP.

>>33811235
>Scold him! Give him the ghostly equivalent of a spanking for acting like a brat.

"So there you go, I caught the ghost." Ghast? Wraith? I've never been good with the different types of spirits.

"Thank you, thank you sooOOOoo much!" The ghost-girl moves to hug me, but she passes on right through. It seems she didn't notice though, because she's just hugging herself behind me.

"Lemme go! Lemme go!" The ghast-man struggles upside-down against my grip, I've got quite a hold on the tail I pulled out from him.

"Now see spirit-thing. If I let you go now you might end up wandering back to the house, so first of all..." From the soil I pull the remnants of spirits, ectoplasm in purest form. My thoughts focus it into shape, the shape of a hand on a stick in particular. "Let's see you disciplined."

Master Gwydion used to give me spankings if I'd done bad. Swearing was one slap, knocking over vials was five, and hiding the heads of his creations would earn me a stinging red butt. It's good to be in a position of power now, I will make sure to abuse it as much as possible.

"What? What're you doing kid? What's going on back theEERE!" The ghast's voice goes high when I hit him. Ah, if only I had a bare hand instead of my "spirit-weapon." Satisfying enough I guess, although the squishy noise is kind of yucky. Spank-spank, I hit him until his black bum looks... well, it doesn't look any different but he's sobbing so I should probably stop.

"You're not going to cause any trouble any more, right?"

"Nooooo, stop it pleeeeease."

"Good. What should I do with him lady?"

"Oh?" It seems it took that for the ghost to notice that I wasn't with her. "Ah, well... I don't know, I guess we can let him go?"

That wasn't very climatic. "Hear that? Go drift off somewhere, become a wandering spirit."

"B-but I have nowhere to go... I've lost my memories and this is the only place I recall."

Ugh, how troublesome.

>I suppose I'll go find his memories.
>I could use some more hands around the house...
>This isn't any of my business, I'll just let him go.
>Write-In

>>33811669
Ask if ghost woman wants a room mate.

>>33811669
>I suppose I'll go find his memories.
Not fair to make a decision without knowing the facts. This is part of our job too, right?

"Tell you what, I'll go search for your memories but you stop causing trouble." This counts as necromancer work doesn't it? Helping ghasts recall who they are.

"Would ya? Oooh, you do me kind! And here I'd been thinking you were just some midget bitch in a clOAK!" Spank-spank.

"Hey ghost woman, I know the job was to get him gone, but would you might too much keeping him here? At least for now."

"Hm? I guess as long as he doesn't scratch the walls and slam the doors, or scratch the doors and slam the walls it's fine."

"Woooonderful!" The ghast declares, "Then it's settled, room-mates."

"Any ideas where I could get a lead, ghast?"

"Ah... I remember the sunlight, and so many colours. Perhaps I was among the flowers? A handsome gardener for a king? Rorick? That's not my name but I recall it..." Somehow I'm not convinced, but it's a start.

I let the the ghast go, and it starts slinking back towards the building. The ghost gives me a small headed bow and departs... now, I'm not forgetting something am I?

Let's see, how should I go about this...

>The town isn't so far from here, perhaps I could ask some questions there. Probably all sorts of fiends getting watered down today.
>The closest thing to a garden around these parts are the pumpkin patches where the witches make their coven. I hate the witches.
>Don't I know an information broker? His name was Augast.
>Write-In

>>33812001
>>The closest thing to a garden around these parts are the pumpkin patches where the witches make their coven. I hate the witches.

>>33812001
>>The town isn't so far from here, perhaps I could ask some questions there. Probably all sorts of fiends getting watered down today.

>>33812001
>The town isn't so far from here, perhaps I could ask some questions there. Probably all sorts of fiends getting watered down today.
Demons live a long time so somebody would probably know who this ghast is.

There's not much you can call settlement in Nowhere. Lot of places where things pretend to live, but most of them are more tribes and lairs than actual "places."

The town is one of the places that count though. I heard it was founded by men risen after The End of the World, a bunch of skeletons and zombies and ghosts and ghouls that thought, "I might be damned as as an undead but I'll unlive like I'm living".

The lack of anything around here but dead wood, scorched stone and countless bones make the place a lot eerier than the kingdoms in my fairy tales though. The signboard itself is bone-piece arranged on ebony, and most of the buildings are black-stoned with skulls hanging around as ornaments. I find it more morbid that skeletons would use skulls as ornaments than that my necromancer master did, I mean it's dead for me, but it doesn't look any different than one of their own heads to them.

Some rotted men raise their fading brows at me as I pass on through the gates, and I can see a werewolf watering his mouth when I pass by, I hope that whiff he took was a sign that he was hungry and not a sign of otherwise...

"Heeey, you're a new face aren't you." The man are the bar has the head of a pig, and presumably the body of one too underneath his clothes. His skin's rough with a shade of green to it. An orc.

"I'm here looking for information, ever heard the name Rorick?"

"Hahah, you're like a tiny cowgirl aren't you." Insolent, I will end him someday. "Well, there's no regular by that name, but everyone here's got a pair of ears, or ten."

I take a look around the bar, most things don't drink spirits save for the kind that come from corpses, it's not exactly packed...

>There's a black blob similar to the ghast in the corner, save for the white mask on its face. Maybe they're related?
>Devils are usually in the know, I'll talk to the red mister over there.
>That woman looks almost human, if only she didn't have horns, wings and tail. I'll try her.

>>33812381
>>There's a black blob similar to the ghast in the corner, save for the white mask on its face. Maybe they're related?

>>33812381
>That woman looks almost human, if only she didn't have horns, wings and tail. I'll try her.

>>33812381
>There's a black blob similar to the ghast in the corner, save for the white mask on its face. Maybe they're related?

I'm going to bed OP, thanks for the thread. This is one of my favorite quests.

The black mass jiggles when it seems me coming, not through eyes at its front, but from a task on its side. I couldn't make it out from a distance, but there're blank masks all over the thing, featureless pieces of white with cheshire smiles and thin slitted eye-holes.

"Hellos." A knobbed arm extends from its body, swinging forward and to the side as it lurches into a bow. There're masks on the back of its would-be head as well...

"Pardon me good sir, but you resembled a... man I know and I was hoping you might be related."

"Hohohoh!" The shape sounds off a giggle, jiggling with each noise. "Never before have I heard of having relatives--and never before has anyone told me I looked like someone else... not while I am, as I am right now at least."

What? Does anyone in Nowhere talk normally? "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean thiiiiis child." From half-way down its body, one of the blank faces extends outward, slinking up to me. The mask blends into the body, and then it blends into something else; my face. It has my cheeks, my nose, my mouth; but the expression is horrific and the eyes bleed...

Okay Fianna, that's not the weirdest thing you've ever seen, and it's certainly not the scariest.

Oh, wait. Yes, it's both of those.

"AAAAAAAAAAGH!" I move to slap the face, but I hesitate in my horror; that's still my face, bleeding and screaming or not. "STOP IT!"

"Yes, yes..." The face vanishes into black and white, and the mask returns. "My apologies, I do have too much fun. May I help you? My dear girl."

Deep breaths Fianna. "I'm looking for a Rorick, there's a ghast I know who's lost his memories but recalls the name."

"Roooorick hmmm? Ah... I believe there's a merchant by that name, set in town in fact! Everybody knows him, so you just need to ask."

Great. Now I can just...

>Have this THING guide me to Rorick
>Talk to the devil
>Talk to the horned lady
>Head out on my own

>>33812694
>Talk to the horned lady

"Siiiiiigh." You know, I hear Bonesley say sigh sometime, but he's a skeleton. This is the first time I've heard someone with actual vocal chords instead of half-sensible ghost voices actually say sigh, which is what the woman at the table does over and over.

"Uuuh, hello?" Maybe it was a bad idea to greet this one, but it's too late to stop now. God what's she wearing under that mantle? A bra and some undergarments? Does she use her horns to hooker people?

"What do you want kid..." She must've been here for awhile now, that pitcher beside her's near empty.

"I'm looking for a man na-"

"YEAH, I KNOW. ME TOO!" The woman slumps back in her chair, it must be uncomfortable with those wings. "Here I am at The Fucking End of the World, and lo' and behold, there're no men in The Middle of Fucking Nowhere!" Wow, that's a lot of fuckings.

"Excuse me?"

"I try to get Elsewhere, but they just shoot me down with arrows! And forget Somewhere, the most man in that place is a corpse with vines growing between the legs! Ugh, succubus? More like, suck-at-this!" She plants her face against the table... is she crying? "How did my life turn out this waaaaay."

"A-actually, I'm looking for the memories of a ghast. I hear a man named Rorick can help... merchant?" I hope she stops crying soon, she looks to be twice or thrice my age and she's probably actually a dozen times that.

"Fucking... he's just down near the back gates in the little shack by the bonesmith."

"Uuuh, thanks..." Is this lady okay? She said succubus though right? Master Gwydion was always dodging the questions on them when we studied demons, but I did read that they can enter men's dreams. Perhaps that pertains to ghasts as well...?

>Go to Rorick's...
>...with the thing
>...with the succubus
>...alone
>Take the succubus back to the ghost's home
>Write-In

>>33813021
>Take the succubus back to the ghost's home

>>33813021
>Go to Rorick's...

>>33813021
>>Go to Rorick's...
>>...with the succubus

Alright, I'll pay a visit to Rorick and take the succubus along. One of the two should work. "You're coming with me!"

"Huh? What?" I grab the confused succubus by the hand, and begin... trying to drag her, she's a bit heavier than she looks, though those folds at her waist should've clued me in I guess.

"Come ooooon."

"Hey girl-kid, I'm not interested in either of those. If you've got something secret hidden then come back to me in ten years, but for now..."

"We're going to see Rorick! And then I need you to find the ghast's memories." I might've missed a step in my explanation there, no matter, I will fill her in on the way!

"Fine, fine. I guess I've wasted enough time here, better go waste some out there."

...Shack was right, Rorick's place is hardly anything. The house I was just at was dying, but this hut is dead twice over. Likely literally, there're bits of flesh growing over the wood and I think it died and I think it died and came back to life before rotting again.

"Name's Lilly by the way, you?" She goes for the door first, what's she doing acting all in charge?

"Fianna, necromancer and former apprentice of Gwydion the Grey." Someday, I'll be big enough not to need to throw master's name around.

"Gwydion the Grey eh? He single? Lonely?"

"Dead mostly."

"Fuck." The two of us step inside...

I assume that man is Rorick, I assume because nothing else here is even undead at minimum. Not that he is either, the "man" seems to be made of steel, that is to say he's a piece of armour walking around between shelves and boxes.

"Rorick, this lady wants to see you."

"Hm?" Rorick looks over at the two of us, the eyes of his helmet glow yellow. "You're not so desperate to take in children, are you Lilly?"

"Of course not, I can get a man... I just need to find one."

"Ahem!" Throat, cleared. Stance, haughty. Let's go. "I am Fianna, necro-"

"She wants to know about some ghast's memories, fill her in."

>CONT

Rorick's shop is dense, it's hard to find space to walk, and I imagine harder on him in that armoured body. He pulls a basket off from one of many shelves, and sets it down on a crate beside me. It's filled with little wrapped candies, it seems he's heard of my radiance and knew fit to prepare offerings.

"Ah... someone alive from when I was? It's been a long time since Annihilation... I was a merchant back then, as I am now. My trade saved me in fact, I'd just acquired this suit of armour that kept my soul... well, saved is a matter of speaking."

"Getf on wiff it."

"Kid, eat or talk, pick one."

"Hahah." Rorick's laugh like most of his words echoes off of his body. "I knew a lot of people though, and I don't know who survived the end. What's his name?"

"Dunnoh."

"Trade?" I shrug to his question. "That makes things difficult doesn't it..."

"He haunfed the houth by the town. The yucky one."

"I didn't live here originally, so I know not who lived around. Came here for business often though, to buy paintings from a friend of mine."

"Painthings huh." God this is delicious, not sky candy but...

Rorick let me take a gift on my way out, seems he was quite fond of children and the only ones around here were a hundred years old or terrible pretentious w-words that spent all their time whispering to each other and acting like I can't hear them. But I digress, I head back towards the house with Lilly and...

>More candy
>A formal dress
>A painting set
>Write-In

>>33813534
>A painting set

>>33813534
>>A formal dress

He said one gift, but I charmed him out of two. With a painting set tucked under my arm, and a cute dress in the other, I meet back at the house...

"Hey boss-lady!" Ah, that's what I forgot. "Should I prepare another cup? One for your companion?" Bonesley's got tea set out on the table between the ghast and the ghost. The former looks more like a stuffed animal the way he sits on the chair, the latter isn't even seated at all. Her rear floats an inch above it, her legs dangling in front of her to give an illusion.

"Huh, you really were a necromancer." I'm starting to think Lilly here doesn't respect me very much. After the orc, I will end her.

"This tea is wonderful!" The ghast needs two "hands" to hold the cup, every time he brings it to his lip the liquid spills out through him and into the chair beneath.

"I just can't seem to get a grip on it..." The ghost looks rather bothered, she keeps reaching for the cup but phasing straight through.

"I may have solved the mystery of the missing memories." Let's get back on track guys, I need you to admire my brilliance. "Perhaps this will help?" I set the painting set on the table.

"Ah! You're going to draw us the scene!" Bonesley pounds a fist against his palm. "Good thinking boss-lady." No Bonesley, no.

"Lilly, hop into the ghast and jog his memories would you?"

"I have no idea why I'm following you, but alright..." Lilly places her hands on the side of the ghast's head, putting her face near his. A red mist escapes from her lips, and into the ghast's maw, his eyes fold, vanishing closed...

"Before the end, a wife and husband lived in this home. They were not blessed with children, but they were blessed with happiness," I tell the story as Rorick told me, "All the town around them blessed the two, but none more than the young painter. He watched them, admiring the beauty of their love..."

>CONT

"To capture their image forever, he'd come each day to paint them. For weeks he worked on the portrait, but he never thought it right. He'd captured their visage perfectly again and again, but each time he'd destroy it... so the story goes."

"Boy, you've sure got some lusty thoughts don't you. Had you a body..." Lilly licks her lips, I don't want to know more about that.

"So boss-lady, you want me destroy this portrait? Looks like he only got the painting part done." Bonesley thumbs at the image standing in the room, it's been a hundred years but still the painting sits beautiful.

Rorick never told me anything past that, he'd only heard so much before Annihilation came and ended all the world. Lilly can draw out his memories, but she cannot draw out the painter's regrets...

"The painter knew what was wrong," The ghast speaks, "He knew it wasn't the portrait. The painter's hot had stained over, he fell in love with the woman... he wanted not to capture the beauty of love, but to capture the beauty alone. He knew this from the start, but still he painted to be beside her, even if it meant that she were beside HIM... he loved her until The End of The World." The ghast pushes past Lilly, and over to the image. A part of his black body reaches out, and it runs down the drawn man's face, leaving black smudge, ruining the portrait. "I loved you until The End of The World... but I suppose that's already come and past."

...My job is done here, the ghast's regret is gone. And now I set to leave...

"Hey kid." Lilly flicks the back of my head. "What the hell was that about?"

"Work. Thanks for the help." Nevermind, first her, then the orc.

"Eeeh? So you do this stuff normally? Alright then, count me in." Lilly flashes me a fanged smirk. "I could use a little entertainment, ain't nothing but bones and drones around here."

Ah, how should I turn her down...

>Go away Lilly, you suck
>I guess I could use a maid...
>Write-in

>>33813967
>I guess I could use a maid...

>>33813967
>I guess I could use a maid...

"I guess I could use a maid." Hah, she has no idea what she's getting into. I will step on her and call her mean names and make her clean things.

"Well, I suppose I do have my own dress for that." Wait, what?

"Excuse me." The ghast taps me on the shoulder... agh gross, he left a black stain my clothes. "Let me thank you so much, for what you've done for me."

"All part of a days work." I should find a new phrase to use, the sun hasn't existed in... forever?

"I thank you too!" The ghost-girl floats up to me. "I mean, technically my problem is still here but... you know, that was really cool! Which makes it okay, I think?" Literally air-headed.

"Right, I suppose we'll drop you off at Rorick's now that you have your memories then, ghast?"

"That's fine with me, but... I was hoping to do something first. If it's not too much trouble..."

I need to learn how to say no...

...This dress is uncomfortable, I'd really hoped to get a fitting before I wore it proper. But I can't exactly wear an oversized mantle for this job, and the black stain... yuck.

"You look great boss-lady!"

"Cute, if you were a boy I'd take a bite out of you, even with the dress." Those are my two servants. They are both terrible people, living up my suffering.

"Just a little bit longer Fianna, just a touch of red to your cheeks to embellish them..." Is he implying my cheeks aren't cute enough as it is?
The ghast stands behind an art board, his strands wrapped around a paint brush and dipping into colours. He insisted on drawing my portrait, and who am I to refuse? My greatness ought to be kept, preserved for generations...
I'd planned to send him off to Rorick's originally, let him mend his broken heart with a friend. But I'm thinking it might not be necessary...

"Ah, Mr Ghast, I bet a dabble here would be fantastic." The ghost-girl's quite taken with the painting, and the painter it seems. She bounces excitedly with each stroke.

"Good taste Ms Ghost." And I think that's a smile...

>CONT

The painting looks nice on my wall, but it had to be, it was of me after-all. I had to move some of Master Gwydion's things to make room, but I don't think he'll be complaining any time soon. If he's too bothered, he can pay a visit from the other world.

"Gods, this place is tiny!" It'll take some time to get used to Lilly's whining, but I guess she's not making any bone puns. I don't think her uniform is standard though, that skirt is way too high and that blouse is way too low.

"Eh, you get used to it. When I need to sneak into tight spaces, I just take off a few limbs. HAH HAH HAH!" Bonesley's instructs her over work, I do like my things kept a certain way.

It's a little early for me to be thinking of matters like love and whatever Lilly does, but this house is growing a lot more lively now after the silence from master's death. I think that's good enough. I might need to check up on that ghast and that ghost some time, just if I'm in the area... I'm not curious at all, certainly not, but I might as well, right?

Enough of that though, I'm getting tired and I can only look at my own face for so long. Some good work that fellow did, I'll have to have him draw all my portraits, leave my mark like Gwydion didn't, remind people...

The world is dead, but I am not.

>END

>>33814150
Thanks for running.

Thanks for running this. I always miss this quest and have to read it on the archives.