Scar?

[ oh it feels good to say his name, even better to fly over here and get a response to his parroting for once. ]

what doin’?

Scar was attempting to build more of his zoo, but he couldn’t get it right. The style, it was all wrong, not like him to build that way at all. He exhaled through his nose irritably, but his frustration was cut short by a particularly pesky bird’s visit.

He yelped, ears perking and tail fur fluffing up. He spun quickly, near losing his balance.

He snapped his fingers, and shimmering illusions of bamboo replaced the blocks for a few moments whilst he inspected it. They dissipated into stars and he nodded.

[ he sounds amused when he says it, and his smile seems to match the tone even if it is a little confused. ]

yeah, right.

[ it’s not what he wants to say but even if his assumption was right, who was he to tell anyone not to make deals with watchers? seems like it was getting pretty common around here. ]

i know nothing’s been confirmed yet but we’ve been calling it a volcano for so long, i dunno if that’s gonna change.

[ when they make to the top, he approaches the edge to look down the massive hole that led to bedrock. the project fell to the back burner for everyone: they had their own projects and breaking bedrock was a hassle no one wanted to take on. ]

—

Dear Shubble, my good friend.

It feels like it’s been ages since we’ve last talked, hm? How have you been?

Sincerely, Scar.

—

It was recognisable but in a way you could not place.

@scars-mailbox

[S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ blinked in confusion as she saw the letter, She couldn't recall having talked to Scar ever, but she played along for the sake of it, after all, what did she even have to lose anymore. They examined the letter closely, and couldn't help but fear the familiarity that it radiated. The sculk glowed brightly, beating alongside the rhythm of her heart . . . something was not right.

They quickly dropped the letter on the mossy floor, hands shaking as though someone had just poured a bucket of lava onto them. The sculk climbed up, swirling patterns onto her arms, infesting, spreading, growing. S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝'s eyes shone blue as she scanned the forest, the voices entrapping her from every side, all of them screaming to destroy the letter, to burn it or engulf it with her sculk — S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ shook in fear as the voices came in closer, crowding her, pressuring her from every side, her eyes flicked over to the letter again . . . something was not right.

She couldn't destroy it, not only would it look bad, S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ still had her empire after all, she couldn't just abandon it by neglecting her responsibilities (she could, she had done so many times before), but she also feared that by not responding there was a chance that someone would be sent to check up on her (to see if her empire was safe of course, why would anyone want to check up on S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝) and she couldn't risk it, the fog was the only thing keeping her sane, she needed the fog like a fish needed water. S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ needed to respond to the letter, so she could be safe, she concluded even if the voices in her head screamed at her not to . . . something was not right.

The voices listened to her too, the fog cared about her opinion, so why did it feel like her veins were on fire as she picked up her quill to respond, sculk dripping from its ends. S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ supposed Scar will just have to deal with that.

Dear Scar, It truly has been a while since we had spoken, The Evermoore has been growing and expanding as an empire, I am quite pleased with its results. What about you? How has everything been going on at Hermitcraft, and has there been a reason for your letter? Kind regards, The Great Witch Shelby of the Evermoore

S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ scoffed slightly as she wrote the letter, the Evermoore had not been doing great lately and the only thing expanding the empire was her sculk, but she had to act as though everything was normal, so not to grow suspicion into what's really happening. She took one long glance at the letter before sending it in.

—

Dear Shubble, my good friend.

Hermitcraft has been great, thank you.

Well, I just wanted to catch up with my old friend after you mad

:)

Sincerely, Scar.

—

Dear Scar,

It has been great hearing from you this quickly, I had not known Hermitcraft had quicker postal service. I am pleased to see that Hermitcraft has been doing great as well, and I believe we haven't talked much when the hermits came onto Empires so it would be great to speak to you properly.

Kindest regards,

The Great Witch Shelby of the Evermoore

Within moments, Scar appeared behind Shelby in a burst of purple sparks.

[ oh it feels good to say his name, even better to fly over here and get a response to his parroting for once. ]

what doin’?

Scar was attempting to build more of his zoo, but he couldn’t get it right. The style, it was all wrong, not like him to build that way at all. He exhaled through his nose irritably, but his frustration was cut short by a particularly pesky bird’s visit.

He yelped, ears perking and tail fur fluffing up. He spun quickly, near losing his balance.

He snapped his fingers, and shimmering illusions of bamboo replaced the blocks for a few moments whilst he inspected it. They dissipated into stars and he nodded.

[ he sounds amused when he says it, and his smile seems to match the tone even if it is a little confused. ]

yeah, right.

[ it’s not what he wants to say but even if his assumption was right, who was he to tell anyone not to make deals with watchers? seems like it was getting pretty common around here. ]

[ oh it feels good to say his name, even better to fly over here and get a response to his parroting for once. ]

what doin’?

Scar was attempting to build more of his zoo, but he couldn’t get it right. The style, it was all wrong, not like him to build that way at all. He exhaled through his nose irritably, but his frustration was cut short by a particularly pesky bird’s visit.

He yelped, ears perking and tail fur fluffing up. He spun quickly, near losing his balance.

He snapped his fingers, and shimmering illusions of bamboo replaced the blocks for a few moments whilst he inspected it. They dissipated into stars and he nodded.

[ he sounds amused when he says it, and his smile seems to match the tone even if it is a little confused. ]

[ oh it feels good to say his name, even better to fly over here and get a response to his parroting for once. ]

what doin’?

Scar was attempting to build more of his zoo, but he couldn’t get it right. The style, it was all wrong, not like him to build that way at all. He exhaled through his nose irritably, but his frustration was cut short by a particularly pesky bird’s visit.

He yelped, ears perking and tail fur fluffing up. He spun quickly, near losing his balance.

He snapped his fingers, and shimmering illusions of bamboo replaced the blocks for a few moments whilst he inspected it. They dissipated into stars and he nodded.

—

Dear Shubble, my good friend.

It feels like it’s been ages since we’ve last talked, hm? How have you been?

Sincerely, Scar.

—

It was recognisable but in a way you could not place.

@scars-mailbox

[S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ blinked in confusion as she saw the letter, She couldn't recall having talked to Scar ever, but she played along for the sake of it, after all, what did she even have to lose anymore. They examined the letter closely, and couldn't help but fear the familiarity that it radiated. The sculk glowed brightly, beating alongside the rhythm of her heart . . . something was not right.

They quickly dropped the letter on the mossy floor, hands shaking as though someone had just poured a bucket of lava onto them. The sculk climbed up, swirling patterns onto her arms, infesting, spreading, growing. S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝'s eyes shone blue as she scanned the forest, the voices entrapping her from every side, all of them screaming to destroy the letter, to burn it or engulf it with her sculk — S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ shook in fear as the voices came in closer, crowding her, pressuring her from every side, her eyes flicked over to the letter again . . . something was not right.

She couldn't destroy it, not only would it look bad, S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ still had her empire after all, she couldn't just abandon it by neglecting her responsibilities (she could, she had done so many times before), but she also feared that by not responding there was a chance that someone would be sent to check up on her (to see if her empire was safe of course, why would anyone want to check up on S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝) and she couldn't risk it, the fog was the only thing keeping her sane, she needed the fog like a fish needed water. S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ needed to respond to the letter, so she could be safe, she concluded even if the voices in her head screamed at her not to . . . something was not right.

The voices listened to her too, the fog cared about her opinion, so why did it feel like her veins were on fire as she picked up her quill to respond, sculk dripping from its ends. S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ supposed Scar will just have to deal with that.

Dear Scar, It truly has been a while since we had spoken, The Evermoore has been growing and expanding as an empire, I am quite pleased with its results. What about you? How has everything been going on at Hermitcraft, and has there been a reason for your letter? Kind regards, The Great Witch Shelby of the Evermoore

S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ scoffed slightly as she wrote the letter, the Evermoore had not been doing great lately and the only thing expanding the empire was her sculk, but she had to act as though everything was normal, so not to grow suspicion into what's really happening. She took one long glance at the letter before sending it in.

—

Dear Shubble, my good friend.

Hermitcraft has been great, thank you.

Well, I just wanted to catch up with my old friend after you mad

:)

Sincerely, Scar.

—

Dear Scar,

It has been great hearing from you this quickly, I had not known Hermitcraft had quicker postal service. I am pleased to see that Hermitcraft has been doing great as well, and I believe we haven't talked much when the hermits came onto Empires so it would be great to speak to you properly.

Kindest regards,

The Great Witch Shelby of the Evermoore

Within moments, Scar appeared behind Shelby in a burst of purple sparks.

—

Dear Shubble, my good friend.

It feels like it’s been ages since we’ve last talked, hm? How have you been?

Sincerely, Scar.

—

It was recognisable but in a way you could not place.

@scars-mailbox

[S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ blinked in confusion as she saw the letter, She couldn't recall having talked to Scar ever, but she played along for the sake of it, after all, what did she even have to lose anymore. They examined the letter closely, and couldn't help but fear the familiarity that it radiated. The sculk glowed brightly, beating alongside the rhythm of her heart . . . something was not right.

They quickly dropped the letter on the mossy floor, hands shaking as though someone had just poured a bucket of lava onto them. The sculk climbed up, swirling patterns onto her arms, infesting, spreading, growing. S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝'s eyes shone blue as she scanned the forest, the voices entrapping her from every side, all of them screaming to destroy the letter, to burn it or engulf it with her sculk — S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ shook in fear as the voices came in closer, crowding her, pressuring her from every side, her eyes flicked over to the letter again . . . something was not right.

She couldn't destroy it, not only would it look bad, S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ still had her empire after all, she couldn't just abandon it by neglecting her responsibilities (she could, she had done so many times before), but she also feared that by not responding there was a chance that someone would be sent to check up on her (to see if her empire was safe of course, why would anyone want to check up on S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝) and she couldn't risk it, the fog was the only thing keeping her sane, she needed the fog like a fish needed water. S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ needed to respond to the letter, so she could be safe, she concluded even if the voices in her head screamed at her not to . . . something was not right.

The voices listened to her too, the fog cared about her opinion, so why did it feel like her veins were on fire as she picked up her quill to respond, sculk dripping from its ends. S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ supposed Scar will just have to deal with that.

Dear Scar, It truly has been a while since we had spoken, The Evermoore has been growing and expanding as an empire, I am quite pleased with its results. What about you? How has everything been going on at Hermitcraft, and has there been a reason for your letter? Kind regards, The Great Witch Shelby of the Evermoore

S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ scoffed slightly as she wrote the letter, the Evermoore had not been doing great lately and the only thing expanding the empire was her sculk, but she had to act as though everything was normal, so not to grow suspicion into what's really happening. She took one long glance at the letter before sending it in.

—

Dear Shubble, my good friend.

Hermitcraft has been great, thank you.

Well, I just wanted to catch up with my old friend after you mad

:)

Sincerely, Scar.

—

Dear Scar,

It has been great hearing from you this quickly, I had not known Hermitcraft had quicker postal service. I am pleased to see that Hermitcraft has been doing great as well, and I believe we haven't talked much when the hermits came onto Empires so it would be great to speak to you properly.

Kindest regards,

The Great Witch Shelby of the Evermoore

Within moments, Scar appeared behind Shelby in a burst of purple sparks.

—

Dear Shubble, my good friend.

It feels like it’s been ages since we’ve last talked, hm? How have you been?

Sincerely, Scar.

—

It was recognisable but in a way you could not place.

@scars-mailbox

[S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ blinked in confusion as she saw the letter, She couldn't recall having talked to Scar ever, but she played along for the sake of it, after all, what did she even have to lose anymore. They examined the letter closely, and couldn't help but fear the familiarity that it radiated. The sculk glowed brightly, beating alongside the rhythm of her heart . . . something was not right.

They quickly dropped the letter on the mossy floor, hands shaking as though someone had just poured a bucket of lava onto them. The sculk climbed up, swirling patterns onto her arms, infesting, spreading, growing. S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝'s eyes shone blue as she scanned the forest, the voices entrapping her from every side, all of them screaming to destroy the letter, to burn it or engulf it with her sculk — S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ shook in fear as the voices came in closer, crowding her, pressuring her from every side, her eyes flicked over to the letter again . . . something was not right.

She couldn't destroy it, not only would it look bad, S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ still had her empire after all, she couldn't just abandon it by neglecting her responsibilities (she could, she had done so many times before), but she also feared that by not responding there was a chance that someone would be sent to check up on her (to see if her empire was safe of course, why would anyone want to check up on S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝) and she couldn't risk it, the fog was the only thing keeping her sane, she needed the fog like a fish needed water. S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ needed to respond to the letter, so she could be safe, she concluded even if the voices in her head screamed at her not to . . . something was not right.

The voices listened to her too, the fog cared about her opinion, so why did it feel like her veins were on fire as she picked up her quill to respond, sculk dripping from its ends. S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ supposed Scar will just have to deal with that.

Dear Scar, It truly has been a while since we had spoken, The Evermoore has been growing and expanding as an empire, I am quite pleased with its results. What about you? How has everything been going on at Hermitcraft, and has there been a reason for your letter? Kind regards, The Great Witch Shelby of the Evermoore

S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ scoffed slightly as she wrote the letter, the Evermoore had not been doing great lately and the only thing expanding the empire was her sculk, but she had to act as though everything was normal, so not to grow suspicion into what's really happening. She took one long glance at the letter before sending it in.

—

Dear Shubble, my good friend.

Hermitcraft has been great, thank you.

Well, I just wanted to catch up with my old friend after you mad

:)

Sincerely, Scar.

—

Dear Scar,

It has been great hearing from you this quickly, I had not known Hermitcraft had quicker postal service. I am pleased to see that Hermitcraft has been doing great as well, and I believe we haven't talked much when the hermits came onto Empires so it would be great to speak to you properly.

Kindest regards,

The Great Witch Shelby of the Evermoore

Within moments, Scar appeared behind Shelby in a burst of purple sparks.

—

Dear Shubble, my good friend.

It feels like it’s been ages since we’ve last talked, hm? How have you been?

Sincerely, Scar.

—

It was recognisable but in a way you could not place.

@scars-mailbox

[S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ blinked in confusion as she saw the letter, She couldn't recall having talked to Scar ever, but she played along for the sake of it, after all, what did she even have to lose anymore. They examined the letter closely, and couldn't help but fear the familiarity that it radiated. The sculk glowed brightly, beating alongside the rhythm of her heart . . . something was not right.

They quickly dropped the letter on the mossy floor, hands shaking as though someone had just poured a bucket of lava onto them. The sculk climbed up, swirling patterns onto her arms, infesting, spreading, growing. S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝'s eyes shone blue as she scanned the forest, the voices entrapping her from every side, all of them screaming to destroy the letter, to burn it or engulf it with her sculk — S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ shook in fear as the voices came in closer, crowding her, pressuring her from every side, her eyes flicked over to the letter again . . . something was not right.

She couldn't destroy it, not only would it look bad, S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ still had her empire after all, she couldn't just abandon it by neglecting her responsibilities (she could, she had done so many times before), but she also feared that by not responding there was a chance that someone would be sent to check up on her (to see if her empire was safe of course, why would anyone want to check up on S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝) and she couldn't risk it, the fog was the only thing keeping her sane, she needed the fog like a fish needed water. S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ needed to respond to the letter, so she could be safe, she concluded even if the voices in her head screamed at her not to . . . something was not right.

The voices listened to her too, the fog cared about her opinion, so why did it feel like her veins were on fire as she picked up her quill to respond, sculk dripping from its ends. S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ supposed Scar will just have to deal with that.

Dear Scar, It truly has been a while since we had spoken, The Evermoore has been growing and expanding as an empire, I am quite pleased with its results. What about you? How has everything been going on at Hermitcraft, and has there been a reason for your letter? Kind regards, The Great Witch Shelby of the Evermoore

S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ scoffed slightly as she wrote the letter, the Evermoore had not been doing great lately and the only thing expanding the empire was her sculk, but she had to act as though everything was normal, so not to grow suspicion into what's really happening. She took one long glance at the letter before sending it in.

—

Dear Shubble, my good friend.

Hermitcraft has been great, thank you.

Well, I just wanted to catch up with my old friend after you mad

:)

Sincerely, Scar.

—

Dear Scar,

It has been great hearing from you this quickly, I had not known Hermitcraft had quicker postal service. I am pleased to see that Hermitcraft has been doing great as well, and I believe we haven't talked much when the hermits came onto Empires so it would be great to speak to you properly.

Kindest regards,

The Great Witch Shelby of the Evermoore

Within moments, Scar appeared behind Shelby in a burst of purple sparks.

Scar grinned, cutting off his path. “My friend, it’s been too long.” His tail -which hadn’t been there before- curled and flicked. Jellie was stretched across his shoulders.

@scars-mailbox

"scar, hey!" jimmy says brightly, stopping in his tracks. he waves at jellie, cooing at her a little, before looking back up at scar. "haven't seen you in a while, dude, where've you been?"

what's the point of a mystery right now, though, he can't help but wonder. the two of them are friends. bamboozler buddies! no secrets needed. but then again, jimmy supposes, scar's always liked to surprise people. this is probably just another one of those times.

“Don’t worry your head about it, there are bigger things to worry about!” He declared, placing a hand on Jimmy’s shoulder. “So! I ought to be filled in then, right? Let’s go on an adventure, and you can tell me all about what I’ve missed!”

Is all the warning he gets before Scar flung open his door. He’s dressed unusually, having ditched his normal attire in exchange for his season eight outfit (minus the obnoxiously large hat), and instead of his previous hybrid features, he has a pair of grey cat ears and a long striped tail.

@scars-mailbox

[ oh but the obnoxious hat was key to the outfit! ]

[ scar’s barging in is just about what he expects from every hermit, something he does himself on occasion since getting so comfortable with everyone. it startles him only because its been so long since he heard scar’s voice— his real voice, not the tape from exile he stole. ]

scar? [ he’s confused but only for a second before he’s tackling the man with all the force of a few flaps of his wings, feathers scattering in the tight walls. ]

SCAR!

you’re back!!!

[ and he’s so, so excited, giggling and clinging to the man like a koala, void eyes quickly taking in the outfit then hands immediately reaching for the ears. ]

…He had been gone? Yes, yes he had been gone, and he was so, very pleased to be back!

[ hands busy themselves straightening the jacket out as his talons reach down to find the floor again before he lets go to stand on his own two feet. ]

“Have you hit your head recently, G? I’ve always had my ears and tail.”There’s a beat of silence, before Scar resumes grinning. “You’ve got a tail now? That’s wonderful! It’s so pretty,”

[ then he pauses, blinking curiously. he raises his tail, letting scar entertain himself with the feathers as grian watches him. he’s almost tempted to reach out and touch him, to get a better look but restrains himself. ]

[ maybe he just thinks they look different cause he hasn’t seen them in awhile. that was probably it. he was just so happy to see him, he was imagining things. ]

yeah, got it while napping in bdub’s cloak. you should try it, see what kinda mutation you come out with.

“Bdubs’ cloak?” He chuckled. “I didn’t know he had a magical cloak, he’s been holdin’ out on me!” He sighed.

—

Dear Shubble, my good friend.

It feels like it’s been ages since we’ve last talked, hm? How have you been?

Sincerely, Scar.

—

It was recognisable but in a way you could not place.

@scars-mailbox

[S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ blinked in confusion as she saw the letter, She couldn't recall having talked to Scar ever, but she played along for the sake of it, after all, what did she even have to lose anymore. They examined the letter closely, and couldn't help but fear the familiarity that it radiated. The sculk glowed brightly, beating alongside the rhythm of her heart . . . something was not right.

They quickly dropped the letter on the mossy floor, hands shaking as though someone had just poured a bucket of lava onto them. The sculk climbed up, swirling patterns onto her arms, infesting, spreading, growing. S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝'s eyes shone blue as she scanned the forest, the voices entrapping her from every side, all of them screaming to destroy the letter, to burn it or engulf it with her sculk — S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ shook in fear as the voices came in closer, crowding her, pressuring her from every side, her eyes flicked over to the letter again . . . something was not right.

She couldn't destroy it, not only would it look bad, S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ still had her empire after all, she couldn't just abandon it by neglecting her responsibilities (she could, she had done so many times before), but she also feared that by not responding there was a chance that someone would be sent to check up on her (to see if her empire was safe of course, why would anyone want to check up on S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝) and she couldn't risk it, the fog was the only thing keeping her sane, she needed the fog like a fish needed water. S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ needed to respond to the letter, so she could be safe, she concluded even if the voices in her head screamed at her not to . . . something was not right.

The voices listened to her too, the fog cared about her opinion, so why did it feel like her veins were on fire as she picked up her quill to respond, sculk dripping from its ends. S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ supposed Scar will just have to deal with that.

Dear Scar, It truly has been a while since we had spoken, The Evermoore has been growing and expanding as an empire, I am quite pleased with its results. What about you? How has everything been going on at Hermitcraft, and has there been a reason for your letter? Kind regards, The Great Witch Shelby of the Evermoore

S̴̨̧͎̖͈̾͋ĥ̷͖͖̜è̴͕͍͙̞̦̗̬̝̲͎́̄̓̓̔͛̃͋̚l̴̺͙͛̚͝b̵̰̬̠̃̏̀̒͒̆̉͊͘͠y̵̨͖̩̞̠̬̗͆̓͠͝ scoffed slightly as she wrote the letter, the Evermoore had not been doing great lately and the only thing expanding the empire was her sculk, but she had to act as though everything was normal, so not to grow suspicion into what's really happening. She took one long glance at the letter before sending it in.

—

Dear Shubble, my good friend.

Hermitcraft has been great, thank you.

Well, I just wanted to catch up with my old friend after you mad

:)

Sincerely, Scar.

—

Dear Scar,

It has been great hearing from you this quickly, I had not known Hermitcraft had quicker postal service. I am pleased to see that Hermitcraft has been doing great as well, and I believe we haven't talked much when the hermits came onto Empires so it would be great to speak to you properly.

Kindest regards,

The Great Witch Shelby of the Evermoore

Within moments, Scar appeared behind Shelby in a burst of purple sparks.

“Doc, my good friend!”

He beamed, quickly darting round to stand infront of him, his cat had managed to teleport with him and was stretched across his shoulders.

@scars-mailbox

Scar’s rather curious mode of entrance was just out of Doc’s line of sight. Perhaps if he weren’t so preoccupied listening to Iron Maiden and assembling chairs, he would have heard a suspicious lack of door use, but he was none the wiser.

He didn’t even realize Scar was in his house until the guy was standing right in front of him— to which Doc swiftly lowered his headphones and stood up excitedly.

Aye, Scar! Welcome back! Good to see you up and at it again.

He draws in a breath.

…

Scar knew perfectly well what had happened at Doc’s base.

“Ah, yes, I did see the crater.” Slipping on a concerned facade seemed easier in this new body. He frowned, placing his free hand on Doc’s shoulder.

The chair is sturdy enough to hold his weight, luckily.

Seems like a logical enough explanation, and really, he wouldn’t put it past Martyn to pull some sort of self-serving power play on someone who was completely AWOL.

If he’s been messing with you as well, I swear, he’s got a real storm coming his way.

Betrayal, according to those willing to talk about the games with him, was considered a very tasty emotion by most Watchers. Allegedly. The Watchers are a mysterious bunch, it’s nearly impossible to lump ‘em all together.

Left some for you, didn’t they? Seems a bit uncharacteristic.

“Doc, my good friend!”

He beamed, quickly darting round to stand infront of him, his cat had managed to teleport with him and was stretched across his shoulders.

@scars-mailbox

Scar’s rather curious mode of entrance was just out of Doc’s line of sight. Perhaps if he weren’t so preoccupied listening to Iron Maiden and assembling chairs, he would have heard a suspicious lack of door use, but he was none the wiser.

He didn’t even realize Scar was in his house until the guy was standing right in front of him— to which Doc swiftly lowered his headphones and stood up excitedly.

Aye, Scar! Welcome back! Good to see you up and at it again.

He draws in a breath.

…

Scar knew perfectly well what had happened at Doc’s base.

“Ah, yes, I did see the crater.” Slipping on a concerned facade seemed easier in this new body. He frowned, placing his free hand on Doc’s shoulder.

The chair is sturdy enough to hold his weight, luckily.

Seems like a logical enough explanation, and really, he wouldn’t put it past Martyn to pull some sort of self-serving power play on someone who was completely AWOL.

If he’s been messing with you as well, I swear, he’s got a real storm coming his way.

Betrayal, according to those willing to talk about the games with him, was considered a very tasty emotion by most Watchers. Allegedly. The Watchers are a mysterious bunch, it’s nearly impossible to lump ‘em all together.

Left some for you, didn’t they? Seems a bit uncharacteristic.

“Doc, my good friend!”

He beamed, quickly darting round to stand infront of him, his cat had managed to teleport with him and was stretched across his shoulders.

@scars-mailbox

Scar’s rather curious mode of entrance was just out of Doc’s line of sight. Perhaps if he weren’t so preoccupied listening to Iron Maiden and assembling chairs, he would have heard a suspicious lack of door use, but he was none the wiser.

He didn’t even realize Scar was in his house until the guy was standing right in front of him— to which Doc swiftly lowered his headphones and stood up excitedly.

Aye, Scar! Welcome back! Good to see you up and at it again.

He draws in a breath.

…

Scar knew perfectly well what had happened at Doc’s base.

“Ah, yes, I did see the crater.” Slipping on a concerned facade seemed easier in this new body. He frowned, placing his free hand on Doc’s shoulder.

The chair is sturdy enough to hold his weight, luckily.

Seems like a logical enough explanation, and really, he wouldn’t put it past Martyn to pull some sort of self-serving power play on someone who was completely AWOL.

If he’s been messing with you as well, I swear, he’s got a real storm coming his way.