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darkest dungeon or DANKEST dungeon
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enblightenedThe air still smells of charred wood and flesh alike. Though the brigands had been successfully routed, the damage to the hamlet has been done; there are buildings and lives to repair. Fortunately, it was not as if they were starting from scratch, but most in the hamlet is restless, worn, and worked to the bone, even more than usual.
Carpentry and architecture are not particularly high on the abomination's skillset, but right now beggars cannot be choosers; the people, with reluctance, do accept whatever help he provides, even if it's as simple as carrying lumber.
Bigby doesn't expect much in the way of gratitude, truthfully. That's not why he helps, anyway.
The day is rough. He glances at the horizon as there are four of them leaving for an expedition, the heir grimly knowing that waiting is not an option. Even as the hamlet recovers, there are still a number of beasts, cultists, and rogues in the estate's lands waiting to pillage and plunder. And so he watches distantly as the crusader leads the other three away.
It's always a gamble to know who comes back alive.
Bigby rubs his hand against his ruined trousers and slinks away. If nothing else, the work keeps the beast inside of him distracted. The more worn he is, the less active it'll be.
Carpentry and architecture are not particularly high on the abomination's skillset, but right now beggars cannot be choosers; the people, with reluctance, do accept whatever help he provides, even if it's as simple as carrying lumber.
Bigby doesn't expect much in the way of gratitude, truthfully. That's not why he helps, anyway.
The day is rough. He glances at the horizon as there are four of them leaving for an expedition, the heir grimly knowing that waiting is not an option. Even as the hamlet recovers, there are still a number of beasts, cultists, and rogues in the estate's lands waiting to pillage and plunder. And so he watches distantly as the crusader leads the other three away.
It's always a gamble to know who comes back alive.
Bigby rubs his hand against his ruined trousers and slinks away. If nothing else, the work keeps the beast inside of him distracted. The more worn he is, the less active it'll be.