Recent content by Paphnutia "Nutty" Gowdie

Nutty stepped back from the chaos that erupted from the undressing of the Shrouded Lady, her mask doing a fair job at muting their alarm at this development. "Court of Chaos indeed," she murmured, looking about to assess the scene. "But this isn't the Revelry; where is..." A beast was stabbed...

Nutty frowned, picking up on the tension in the air between Nevali and Kaii. She recalled all too well that same tension between herself and Took once, albeit in a different direction. He'd been all action and heroics, diving in without thinking of the consequences. They'd been the cautious one...

Nutty had been rather taken aback by the comment from the Golden Bee, as she had immediately labeled the guest who towered above them. Her mind had set to work cataloguing immediately, trying to sort out whether the costume was a particularly audacious invocation of a hither-to unaccounted-for...

THIS MANUAL IS FOR THE EYES OF INDIVIDUALS WITH M.A.U.L. CLEARANCE OD-1 OR HIGHER. IF YOU DO NOT HAVE THIS CLEARANCE LEVEL, PLEASE TURN OVER THIS BOOK AND YOURSELF TO THE CUSTODY OF THE MINISTRY OF MISANTHROPY AT YOUR NEAREST FIELD OFFICE. The first matter one must understand about the Occult...

Wearing masks, Nutty knew, was a dangerous game. The right masks could channel things from beyond the veil of normality; plenty of Unknown Ones infused vessels with their spirits specifically through the donning of masks, hence why so many cults that Occult Division spent their time stopping...

Nutty beamed as Pudge immediately got to work on the crime scene, sigil string at the ready and spotting the potential inherent in the fractured glasses. Nutty wished they'd thought to bring their pocket guide to arcane sigils, but considering it weighed fifty pounds and only fit in an...

Paphnutia's ears pressed flat as a potential cause was first proposed by Pudge, and then roundly rejected by Kaii in favor of a 'scientific' explanation. The Duchess had been right; this was going to be very awkward at first. As much as Nutty was inclined to go with Pudge's theory (even more so...

Nutty listened to Pudge's explanation, deciding not to clarify that, for field work, there was no training precisely for the reasons she had already identified. When one could encounter anything from the spirit of a past Emperor to a malignant entity with far too many eyes and tentacles to a...

Nutty started as the weasel took one of the greased baggles, tested it, and then seemingly glued it to the facade of the apothecary shop. Apparently the result was satisfactory to whatever standard she'd expected, because Pudge returned the rest of the baggles to the researcher's paws. Is that a...

Nutty started at the voice, which sounded at a pitch and timbre that made her over-large ears fruitlessly flatten to protect the longevity of their hearing. She stared, somewhat astonished, at the figure that presented itself. Perhaps it was the boysenberry, but the entire ensemble seemed to...

The mask was a hideous abomination of steel, harsh lines hammered into the folds where the creases had been forced together. The cowl thrown over the mask, a dark cloak obscuring the beast's large form, darkened the thin slits for eyeholes, allowing only a hollow reflective gleam to indicate the...

"N'ka z'nt kul'th y'ha, sh'tul in y'kal, sh'kerg sh'shr'na k'rith f'gha m'vith y'gh'yul. N'ka z'nt kul'th y'ha, sh'tul in y'kal, sh'kerg sh'shr'na k'rith f'gha m'vith y'gh'yul." The circle of beasts, hooded in white robes with matching aprons tied about their waists, stood in a circle about a...

Nutty nodded at Tal'Rakan's words, hardly seeming surprised by his excuse. "Perfectly fine by me," she allowed. "I would be delighted to meet a minor aspect of the Phoenix. I believe it's been at least ten thousand years since the last contact between the Third and Eighth Manses, so I'm happy to...

Nutty remained quite still and calm through the outburst, chewing contemplatively on a slice of chocolate banana. When Tal'Rakan apologized, she waited to finish chewing and swallow before addressing him. "It is quite alright," she allowed. "To a denizen of the Eighth Manse, the Third Manse...

Paphnutia blinked at his question, as if surprised by it. "Work together?" She sounded as flummoxed by his question as he'd been by her interpretations. "Oh, we don't make them work together. We set them at each other's throats. We train them to compete, to desire the taste of blood, to regard...