Con Spells Cloaked
Supreme Aug:Pre+3 Man+2 dur 12hrs;Skill Mastery Socialize+2 Persuasion+4 dur 12 hrs
Sowing Seeds of Friendship (Sanctum)
41973
THREADID
13
POSTS
11 - 13
DISPLAYED
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The doctor "hmmms" as blood hands placed meat on the grill. The skin is laid out near the fire pit, it'll have to be hung and dried quickly.
"Oh, yes, a scalpel. I probably have one I can give you."
Minor effects.
"Yes of course, but anything obscene I'd prefer done indoors. For obvious reasons."
Smiling, a quick shake as an improvised covert spell is cast upon herself.
cleansing perfection
The few strands of damaged hair on her head becoming perfect, her split ends gone, her body clean from all dirt and dead skin it previously had upon it, a fresh scent of wildflowers coming of from her. Was this perhaps the secret to her alluring beauty?
It was clear that she had improvised the spell but she had done so without much though on the matter, she had just quickly acted without really thinking on what she had done until after it was already done.
"Thank you kindly that would be very nice, you never know when you need a sharp tool."
Smiling.
"So are you gonna prepare that and eat now or are you gonna do something else with it?"
Still enjoying how the sun warms her, it was nice to be able to relax around people again it had been quite a while now.
Cloaked Spell
Org Resilience
The use of the Atlantean language gets his attention. A bloody, knife wielding hand twitches at the sound, mana flows as the empty hand taps each finger with thumb, he looks up from the cooking rabbit. Half expecting to see pouncing lioness, come to prove herself by offing the old man, but greeted instead by perfection. What is it about the Shamans of Sacramento? All the women are so beautiful, it's almost unromantic.
Wizened eyes appreciate Skye's form. A man can bear anything if he must, it seems he must bear this baring of flesh. Does the child believe this to be wizard foreplay? She's spent too much time in the wilds and forgotten the Wilds. Eat when you're hungry, fuck when you're horny, kill when you must to protect your home. Eyes lingers, but the nose distracts.
"Oh, almost burning the meat." The knife spears a leg and flips it. "Well, I promised you a meal. It seems you've brought the bounty. Help yourself to the fruits and vegetables of my garden, but do not touch the orange tree." We are all gods, and this is his garden of eden. "'Everybody has strange things that mean things to them.'I'd wanted to have a conversation with you about spirits, but it can wait until you're ready."
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