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- Mar 12, 2021
In a place that has gone by many names, two witches face a peculiar predicament. It was not one unlike any other, yet held a key difference. After-all, the pair have lived a leisurely nigh-immortal life watching innovations be found, kingdoms fall, empires sweep through, progress be lost, then see such progress found once more. Jessabelle and Hazel both are treasure troves of hidden knowledge and infinite secrets. Despite having the knowledge to shift the tides of the world, the two have elected to try and remain disconnected from the affairs of man. However, the aforementioned predicament was not one brought on by "man." It was a red tide of a race with infernal blood coursing through their veins, Oni.
Thus, their position as occasionally helpful witches of the grove held little merit under the new occupation. It was common knowledge to only enter the witches grove under very particular circumstances, and to follow a strict procedure. The legend and notoriety Jessabelle and Hazel carried was enough to afford them an isolated life from whatever reigning force of man controlled the land surrounding them. But this was not a force of man, it was a foreign force who came from nations away, presumably from across the distant ocean that Jessabelle yearned to see, but her companion Hazel kept her planted in the grove. The force being foreign, and not human, led to the key difference. The Oni, of the red variety, held no respect for customs or creeds.
Normally, the pair would have elected to continue business as usual until the Oni inevitably were toppled by whatever force would come along in the future, but these Oni were meddling with the their daily lives. Jessabelle was no longer able to go on her evening walks for the Oni were far to restless and wandering closer and closer. Hazel's slowly growing collection of knowledge, obtained by trading with outsiders, was put on hold. So, what brought the Oni to the grove? Initially, it seemed the mob was just passing through, but rich deposits of mana-crystals had been found by the Oni. Of-course, they did not fully understand what they had found, but their leader did. A sorceress of some sort controlled this mob and had decided to have them remain within the grove to dig up as many mana crystals as possible.
The pair of witches had used these crystals as part of bargains, careful to only trade small amounts at once to keep their value high. The Oni had sent this method out of the window with their non-stop digging. Furthermore, they were not exactly the most "pleasant" bunch. The stories Hazel had collected on the Red Oni did exaggerate their brutish nature to a degree. What little interaction they did have once the Red Oni began to dig was mostly civil - but the fact of the matter is the Red Oni simply did not care about the sacredness of this grove. So, Jessabelle and Hazel had begun to scheme, how would they end the Oni's rampage before their precious mana crystals were all extracted? It would begin with one wayward Oni...
Jessabelle had found Raiko one morning when she went out to forage. The Oni had wandered off passed out. Perhaps the Oni had too much to drink? Or maybe it was just tired? None the less, Jessabelle gleefully informed Hazel of the catch, thus they both heaved the muscular red beauty onto a tarp and dragged it back. Careful to dispose of its weaponry before bringing it inside. Hazel applied a balm of chillwart to the Oni's forearm prior to it awakening, which would induce flu-like symptoms. The idea was to convince the creature it was sick, so it would remain with them for sometime. The grove could get dangerous and it was even more-so dangerous wandering around sick.
Hazel and Jessabelle have kept Raiko in a "soft-captivity" for about three days. Raiko learned both of their names and personalities...
Hazel was slightly shorter than Jessabelle with a slender figure. She was flat-chested and had black hair - her eyes had a slight slit to them, hinting that her place of origin was not from this land. She was quite sharp-tongued and very defensive about her property. Time and time again she reminded Raiko to not touch anything that she was not given, and even more so she was doubly reminded to not open the coffin that was propped up against the wall in the witches lounging room.
Jessabelle on the other hand was large breasted and a bit taller. She was overall slender, but had a bit of meat on her from her habit of indulging in hearty foods. Out of the pair, Jessabelle was the one that came off as trustworthy. She tended to Raiko and fed her, but a peculiar look in her eyes, something about those grey eyes of hers looked positively empty. She too enforced the one stalwart rule of NOT touching the coffin propped up in the lounging room.
It seemed that both of the witches were harmless and treated Raiko quite well. They kept her belly full and had decades worth of collected booze, so what was not for an Oni to love?
@Naeya
Thus, their position as occasionally helpful witches of the grove held little merit under the new occupation. It was common knowledge to only enter the witches grove under very particular circumstances, and to follow a strict procedure. The legend and notoriety Jessabelle and Hazel carried was enough to afford them an isolated life from whatever reigning force of man controlled the land surrounding them. But this was not a force of man, it was a foreign force who came from nations away, presumably from across the distant ocean that Jessabelle yearned to see, but her companion Hazel kept her planted in the grove. The force being foreign, and not human, led to the key difference. The Oni, of the red variety, held no respect for customs or creeds.
Normally, the pair would have elected to continue business as usual until the Oni inevitably were toppled by whatever force would come along in the future, but these Oni were meddling with the their daily lives. Jessabelle was no longer able to go on her evening walks for the Oni were far to restless and wandering closer and closer. Hazel's slowly growing collection of knowledge, obtained by trading with outsiders, was put on hold. So, what brought the Oni to the grove? Initially, it seemed the mob was just passing through, but rich deposits of mana-crystals had been found by the Oni. Of-course, they did not fully understand what they had found, but their leader did. A sorceress of some sort controlled this mob and had decided to have them remain within the grove to dig up as many mana crystals as possible.
The pair of witches had used these crystals as part of bargains, careful to only trade small amounts at once to keep their value high. The Oni had sent this method out of the window with their non-stop digging. Furthermore, they were not exactly the most "pleasant" bunch. The stories Hazel had collected on the Red Oni did exaggerate their brutish nature to a degree. What little interaction they did have once the Red Oni began to dig was mostly civil - but the fact of the matter is the Red Oni simply did not care about the sacredness of this grove. So, Jessabelle and Hazel had begun to scheme, how would they end the Oni's rampage before their precious mana crystals were all extracted? It would begin with one wayward Oni...
Jessabelle had found Raiko one morning when she went out to forage. The Oni had wandered off passed out. Perhaps the Oni had too much to drink? Or maybe it was just tired? None the less, Jessabelle gleefully informed Hazel of the catch, thus they both heaved the muscular red beauty onto a tarp and dragged it back. Careful to dispose of its weaponry before bringing it inside. Hazel applied a balm of chillwart to the Oni's forearm prior to it awakening, which would induce flu-like symptoms. The idea was to convince the creature it was sick, so it would remain with them for sometime. The grove could get dangerous and it was even more-so dangerous wandering around sick.
Hazel and Jessabelle have kept Raiko in a "soft-captivity" for about three days. Raiko learned both of their names and personalities...
Hazel was slightly shorter than Jessabelle with a slender figure. She was flat-chested and had black hair - her eyes had a slight slit to them, hinting that her place of origin was not from this land. She was quite sharp-tongued and very defensive about her property. Time and time again she reminded Raiko to not touch anything that she was not given, and even more so she was doubly reminded to not open the coffin that was propped up against the wall in the witches lounging room.
Jessabelle on the other hand was large breasted and a bit taller. She was overall slender, but had a bit of meat on her from her habit of indulging in hearty foods. Out of the pair, Jessabelle was the one that came off as trustworthy. She tended to Raiko and fed her, but a peculiar look in her eyes, something about those grey eyes of hers looked positively empty. She too enforced the one stalwart rule of NOT touching the coffin propped up in the lounging room.
It seemed that both of the witches were harmless and treated Raiko quite well. They kept her belly full and had decades worth of collected booze, so what was not for an Oni to love?
@Naeya