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A bringer of death and the guardian of graveyards; it is Ankou with his out-turned scythe and his cart piled high with souls.
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Kurloz==>Find the Cryptkeeper
You trudge off, pulling yourself away from the screen and deafening yourself to the shadows once more via that ability of the Dark Lord himself. You were going to miss that, certainly, once the merge had to be severed. This couldnât be a thing that lasted forever.
Anghou was often in the crypts or morgue of the town, tending to the dead. Or the remembered bodies of the dead that appeared in the bubbles. However that worked or happened. You weren't quite sure. It confused you and being confused angered you so you just didnât think about it and let it happen. You decided to try and slip in if he wasnât there, hoping he wasnât there and use your new form gifted to you by the bubbles, the bat. The Cryptkeeper had semblances of a bat, his Lusus having been one for the short time he had one and his affinity of them carried on. Appearing to be lucky and not down in his workspace, you slip in, changing and finding a good spot to hang. It was odd, hanging upside down as your pan wasnât used to seeing things at that angle, but the body you now had was and unbothered.
Sometime later he came shuffling, his form faint, but you could sense him. And he sensed something was off too, large pointed ears swivelling as he raised his head to sniff at the air cautiously. He guttered in his throat and shuffled closer to the spot you hung over, his head seeming to track as he moved. He knew something was there but was confused as to what the fuck it was and who. âAy, you be who?â Came his rasped voice and you tried not to snigger, wrapping wings tighter around yourself. âKeep up at this game all you damned please, itâs not gon get one over on me.â He waved you off and turned his back, shuffling back to the table lined with various plants and beakers and decanters of liquid. Alchemy was the first thing that popped into your pan, but you werenât sure. You unfurled your wings and flapped them at the receding troll who just waved you off with a dismissive hand again. â Yah yah, I figured it be you, who else?â You chatter and clack your teeth. He does the same and it makes a little bit of sense in your pan. Interesting. âYou canât talk worth shit.â He tells you and laughs a laugh of dry paper against each other. You chirr indignantly. What did he expect? It wasnât like you grew up living it. âI sâppouse you wanting me be teaching you?â You cock your head. If he was offering it to you, why deny it? âShit. . .â The old troll grumbles, realising his mistake. Now itâs your turn to laugh. âBah, Yuck it up asshole, youâll regret me teaching.â He threatens. You just laugh again. You know he liked the surprise. He let you stay and didnât kick you out.
