A mission in the supernatural part 4
The only thing the ratfolk could gather was that it was magical and connected with the infernal realms. if only we had found the room sooner. the ratfolk sighed.
A mission in the supernatural part 2
“you don’t need to use magic to use sigils, just the knowledge of how they work.” the ratfolk continued to run his finger over the sigils.
Lightshell Duo
I mean, i know ratfolk like their possessions, so i just assumed." robert could feel some shyness from the otter, and that made him more relaxed. they were on more equal footing now.
A mission in the supernatural part 3
Doesn't matter who you were back when he was alive, this man is not your father now.” the ratfolk pointed his sword at the phantom, “you can talk right? tell us why you haven’t gone to the otherside.” the phantom vacantly stared at the ratfolk.
In The Pits
When ink stumbled, he turned toward the other pair and charged toward the physically defenseless ratfolk.
Unfortunate misstep
He inspected what he assumed to be the owner closely, the short fur, skin covered tail and long, cone-like snout hinting to a ratfolk, not uncommon to find owning such places.
Mission in the supernatural 5 + Epilouge
The ratfolk charged at the phantom, the tip of his sword pointed at the late count. the count parried the sword with his own, then swung his sword at donitelo’s neck. the ratfolk managed to dodge.
A mission in the supernatural
“good,” the ratfolk stood up, “we should check all the rooms while we have daylight. by your leave madam.” the countess nodded, “if you have any need, contact matilda here.” “i will.”
Who's in the mirror?
The ratfolk struggled to breathe as he flailed his arms around. donitelo could feel his heart nearly burst from his chest. the ratfolk reached for the chalice on the nightstand and drained it of the contents.
Hood and Boots
Even if his nascent friendship with the ratfolk led to his wearing his hood and boots longer than he'd like, the thought of losing him was already too painful.
Dread Lord's Door
The ratfolk sits the child under the pale light, his mouth agape and drooling terror. blood pulses from the rat's broken arm, held together by ebon tendrils.
Season of Oil
A ratfolk answerred, "they infect us and overwhelm us! what we have is not enough!" "then use your magic, and i know most of you can weave!" to make a point, wambeen punched the air, creating a fire stream.