un: Black Prince; text

[blackscales]

A not unexpected outcome at this point, the dead rising. Especially considering the scratches seen on the inside of the burial boats.

Prior to this little event I spoke briefly to Samuel Vane, since he is native and has travelled extensively. I asked if he had ever sailed here. He mentioned he has, and reported previously that Yancai was boring and puritan, that he expected the dead to be here in some capacity and that in his opinion the village could not defend itself and wouldn't have survived long if swarmed. If it had, he expected it would be via a deal with a dead lord for protection.

Certainly he has not yet been proven wrong.

Some of you may have noticed that during the eclipse the waters around Yancai thickened and darkened. To my senses, this felt like the dark water we have seen previously present in other places with undead. In Ke-Waihu it was healing when chilled and caused mutations when warm and melting, in Serthica it was present in the Remembrance base where they animated mannequins in conjunction with a music box. The tar-covered corpses, too, recall some of the tar-coated creatures in Ke-Waihu inside its volcano. This seemed less... intense than that, but all related.

One additional thing: the black mould in some structures is reminiscent of Serthica, and the sickness there -- albeit less... potent. I wonder how many of these people have died from it. Have a care, as much as I desire to understand what happened here, it should not be at the expense of our own lives.

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[damnable]

You're supposed to say, Thank you, shining knight in armor. How beautiful you are as you rain salt upon the world.




I have no actual fuck if there's even salt in this village. Every meal I've had tasted bland as hell. But y'know, it was a suggestion. I could also shift into Cerberus and stay guard, setting fire to the toads.

[blackscales]

I've had preserved fish here. Perhaps they only use it for that, and not for actual seasoning.

Your offer is appreciated, of course. I considered simply razing this entire village but people do tend to complain about that.

[ So he's tired and cranky, so sue him, but it is a horrible village. Who would truly miss it? ]

[damnable]

And not for burning the toads away.

They do. Not the village people as they'd be burnt to a crisp, but the group would. Hopefully we'll get outta here soon. That's the goal.

[blackscales]

[ Yes, yes, all the mortals would be dead, that would be sad, probably they'd rise up into an undead army anyway and be more trouble. Consequences, he gets it.

Still. Horrible village. ]

You have an assigned role here?

[damnable]

( Red would be all for setting the whole village to blaze in all honesty, but... right, yeah, complications. )

Night soil collector. Insert eye roll here.

You?

[blackscales]

Matchmaker.

[ He is incandescent with joy. He simply loves to find happy unions for people. He is surely the perfect choice to find other people long lasting, fulfilling relationships. ]

[damnable]

......well, fuck. Of all the things you could have said, I didn't imagine that one.

You must be having a ball with that. Definitely picture you as someone who enjoys setting people up romantically, or- I don't actually know what all goes into that position, but I think the two of us, I lucked out. ( soil is at least straight forward and simple, and she can mostly ignore it because no one really relies on soil like they would be hounding a matchmaker. )

[blackscales]

Yours is more unpleasant in practice.

[ You know, assuming she actually takes part. He supposes people might not actually be checking she's out collecting excrement, and others may be making sure it is done regardless. ]