into the woods

[spelleton]

There are stories told about who lives there, in the darkness of the woods that surround Subcon's various kingdoms, where even a brave knight would fear to tread. The desperate, the ghost-touched, the people who live on the edges.

And those who embrace that border between night and day, those who live and breathe magic; the witches. Those who offer strange magic and stranger things, but always for a price.

That's what everyone says, anyway. There must be some truth to it, surely?

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[spelleton]

That light fades from his eyes, and he blinks. Once, twice. When he speaks again, he sounds tired, as if he's just laboured greatly.

"Anything you want to save of your old life -- you should be sure you're carrying it on your person in three days time. Everything else must be left behind."

It's death, after all, even a false one. The things that he can take with him are few.

[subconmodo]

He takes a breath, and by the time he lets it out, he assumes he's put himself together well enough. And then he laughs. "Right, right. I'll do my best to make sure all of my limbs are still attached to my body by the time you come along!"