IC Inbox - Asgard Eventide

[samantha_grey]

An old, brick edifice stands in front of the burnt-down ruins of a home in the hillside. Mountains rear up in all directions, covered in lush, green vegetation. Nobody comes this way anymore, but you have the sense that anything placed in the mailbox attached to this old structure will be found by someone, the only living person for whom this place still has any meaning.

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Comments

Voice

[necrowmantic]

Makes sense. Sounds a lot like the hexes at home, actually. Mix of willpower and the right number of newt livers. If I find cool stuff around somewhere, do you want it?

Voice

[samantha_grey]

Mostly just the newt livers. You can send any odd things you find my way. I've got a good catalogue of the stuff that grows in this world, so I should be able to tell you if it does anything.

[And why tell? For the most part because she was certain the really nasty stuff was out of his reach, and because without a license he couldn't get the quantities to be a real threat. Yet, anyway.

In the meantime, it let her keep an eye on the oddball.]

Voice

[necrowmantic]

Sure thing! I'll send ya anything weird I pick up. Wouldn't do me any good to hang onto the stuff anyway.

[Not that he has any idea what's useful here or not, but. He's not squeamish about gutting strange creatures, or prodding poisonous things.]

Voice

[samantha_grey]

No, not generally. Most of it even loses potency after a while, so ... thanks, I guess?