Cruloc

"The shades of this city should flee in bootless terror with foreknowledge that your wit cuts deeper than your blade," Cruloc parries.

Thank you very much, guys.
Having the Cybrarian on my Walkman at the gym certainly gets me in a REH mood. If you haven't already, give their selection of Conan a listen. Nobody does it better.
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Cruloc Shafts of desert daylight pierce Cruloc's eyes, and a riot of exotic fragrances assault his nostrils while he is jostled by fat merchants, silk-clad dandies, lithe-limbed dancing girls, and ragged urchins. In Zamboula's alleys of canvas, wood, and mudbrick, a clamorous tide of voices shoutin...

jemmus wrote: ↑Sat Apr 26, 2025 2:09 am Yes, I suspect that until now an armpit fart by an unseen servant on has remained unseen on Unseen Servant.

Cruloc A hunter's instinct drags Cruloc's eyes to the chamber's fringe where shadows pool like ink. He half-expects a nest crouched in the gloom, for the old man capers like a mother partridge in a desperate ruse to lure wolves from her clutch. Grandfather's arm even flails in the manner of a broke...

Very nice.

Grandfather needs a torch so that the basilisk/medusa/whatever can see itself in the mirror.
If he cannot carry both the torch and the mirror, someone needs to. Whoever that someone is, they would need to be blindfolded.

Cruloc When age bends the spine and sickness eats the marrow, no pyres burn in Cimmeria. The feeble and the dying are swaddled in furs, handed cold steel, and cast into the white silence to stand, fall, or vanish beneath the snow. "Grandfather," Cruloc whispers, and eyes like weathered gl...

I've been meaning to say for a while that Cruloc's two most recent posts are outstanding. That is indeed high praise! Thank you, Pict brother, DM, and Argossean ranger! I'm willing to bet (in Cimmerian, "I'll wager") that keeping Inferno entertained makes Cruloc immortal. Enjoy the afterl...

Cruloc Argossean jocularity falls on deaf ears as pale lips spew unknowable verses and red irises vanish beneath fluttering lids. Cruloc feels his gorge rise. Cimmerian loathing of witchery is ancient, bred into the marrow of their stock, and stubbornly lingers despite the score of mercies and boon...

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Cruloc readies his small silver mirror.

Cruloc "One glance, and all thy wars are done, o granite night-son," half-sang, half-croaked Dagda on the day Cruloc departed the village, before a wheezing cackle whistled between teeth as jagged as the surrounding peaks. He had paid little heed, for her enigmatic warnings were seldom un...

We might be dealing with something like a medusa or basilisk.
Avert ye eyes!

Cruloc "It's as black as a witch's hate in here!" Cruloc grumbles, and he strikes a torch. The splintered countenances of the statues cause a cold prickle to dance up the back of his broad neck. They watch blankly with eyes that never lived, yet he feels their gaze, serene and subtly mali...

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"Yes," Cruloc intones thoughtfully, mindful of what can happen. "Look up. Look down. Look out. Look around."

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"Argossean," Cruloc growls low, fingering the suspect slab. "A way down. Bring your torch, once everyone has finished ogling the pottery and their loins grow cold."

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Cruloc "There must be at least ten coins here," Cruloc says of the fifty spread before him. He takes seven of the gold pieces. Neither parchments nor Atlantean runes hold any fascination for him, so he stands guard while the others ponder the mysteries they have uncovered. His eyes rake t...

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"Aye, Argossean."

Cruloc strokes his chin, his eyes distant with the weight of hard-won wisdom.

"Whether it be gold, goats, or the last shreds of a man's sanity, a woman will always collect her due. It would be foolish to think otherwise."

Cruloc The barbarian spares no thought for the ancient scrolls, but the vessels, adorned with writhing forms locked in the throes of passion, draw a grunt of curiosity. Running a rough hand over a scene of a young maiden yielding to a warrior's embrace, "Madness!" he ejaculates. "The...