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>LEXICON
Hellhound - A hostile creature that acts as a bounty hunter, pursuing those that owe a debt. They will track their quarry endlessly, ignoring others unless they become an obstacle to their target.
Charade - A subspecies of unworldite. Experts in concealment and stealth. Use their abilities to blend into the environment and patiently avoid detection. Possesses qualities of both reptiles and insects, and, oddly, appear in a variety of bright and vibrant colors.
CHARADE: Camouflage - An ability specific to charades. Change patterning as well as hide spatial definition - appearing flat or nonexistent - to blend into surroundings, becoming practically invisible.
"Yeah, I could do with a rest," you admit honestly. If it weren't for the adrenaline, you don't imagine you'd be on your feet very long.
"Um, please don't kill me. I can't be much of a threat if I don't have basic knowledge, right? I didn't even know what a carate was until now!" They scoff and chuckle quietly. "Anyone can be a threat."
"I'll answer any questions you want, and you don't have to tell me anything about who you are or what you're doing. But, I could really use some help, even if just to figure out where to go next."
There is a long pause, then you feel the knife release your throat.
You turn to see the charade become visible once again, seeming to gradually slip into existence as a flat, blurry image before their definition suddenly 'pops' in.
They are a bright, almost eye-straining yellow-green with marks of vibrant blue strewn about. They appear as a lizard with a ridged head and long, curly tail, but strangely possess a chitinous hide rather than scales, and sport small, beautifully-patterned, butterfly-like wings on their back.
They keep the box cutter gripped tight in their claw, as if expecting you to change your mind and attack them at any given moment.
Their weapon still appears ordinary despite you knowing otherwise.
"Fine. I can spare a minute or so to talk and answer some questions, but then I'm getting out of here: There's bound to be more hellhounds around."
"But I don't trust you, and I am not your mentor. If you really are new, then I don't have time to hold your hand. Not knowing what you're doing makes you a liability. You need to pick up on how to survive, and fast."
"Now... If you're new, then how'd you get here? Where did you come from?"
Hellhound - A hostile creature that acts as a bounty hunter, pursuing those that owe a debt. They will track their quarry endlessly, ignoring others unless they become an obstacle to their target.
Charade - A subspecies of unworldite. Experts in concealment and stealth. Use their abilities to blend into the environment and patiently avoid detection. Possesses qualities of both reptiles and insects, and, oddly, appear in a variety of bright and vibrant colors.
CHARADE: Camouflage - An ability specific to charades. Change patterning as well as hide spatial definition - appearing flat or nonexistent - to blend into surroundings, becoming practically invisible.
"Yeah, I could do with a rest," you admit honestly. If it weren't for the adrenaline, you don't imagine you'd be on your feet very long.
"Um, please don't kill me. I can't be much of a threat if I don't have basic knowledge, right? I didn't even know what a carate was until now!" They scoff and chuckle quietly. "Anyone can be a threat."
"I'll answer any questions you want, and you don't have to tell me anything about who you are or what you're doing. But, I could really use some help, even if just to figure out where to go next."
There is a long pause, then you feel the knife release your throat.
You turn to see the charade become visible once again, seeming to gradually slip into existence as a flat, blurry image before their definition suddenly 'pops' in.
They are a bright, almost eye-straining yellow-green with marks of vibrant blue strewn about. They appear as a lizard with a ridged head and long, curly tail, but strangely possess a chitinous hide rather than scales, and sport small, beautifully-patterned, butterfly-like wings on their back.
They keep the box cutter gripped tight in their claw, as if expecting you to change your mind and attack them at any given moment.
Their weapon still appears ordinary despite you knowing otherwise.
"Fine. I can spare a minute or so to talk and answer some questions, but then I'm getting out of here: There's bound to be more hellhounds around."
"But I don't trust you, and I am not your mentor. If you really are new, then I don't have time to hold your hand. Not knowing what you're doing makes you a liability. You need to pick up on how to survive, and fast."
"Now... If you're new, then how'd you get here? Where did you come from?"
