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Ryubence
The Custom Graveyard Neela
Owner: Ashei
Age: 6 years, 6 months, 2 weeks
Born: October 15th, 2017
Adopted: 6 years, 6 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: October 15th, 2017
Statistics
- Level: 97
- Strength: 242
- Defense: 29
- Speed: 21
- Health: 25
- HP: 25/25
- Intelligence: 1,677
- Books Read: 1664
- Food Eaten: 31
- Job: Certified Mad Scientist
"Again?"
I cracked open a dry eye and looked up at my master, Purple Peel, glaring down at me- or what I could see of her through my blood-matted hair. A familiar sight, although it appeared that Lavi, her energetic little apprentice, tagged along today as well. How wonderful.
"Hey, she's back! Haha, you really busted yourself up good this time, Ryu!" Lavi laughed as she crouched down to look at me and prod me with her cutesy pink wand. "Next time you jump off a mountain, at least let me be there to watch!"
I sighed.
"Quiet, you!" Purple Peel snapped. Lavi quickly stood up straight-- fortunately for her, Purple Peel did not seem to catch Lavi rolling her eyes at the order. Purple Peel let out a frustrated huff and returned her attention to me. "How many times are you going to try this?"
What I wanted to say was "Until you let me stay dead. You have kept me alive for far longer than any witch should live, and I don't want to be your clan's slave anymore", but my voice had not yet returned to me. Instead, I produced a raspy sigh and spat out a mouthful of old blood.
"The contract states that you're bound to serve the Purple Peel clan for all eternity. You have a sworn duty to fulfill. No matter how many times you go and off yourself, we'll bring you back with our clan's secret spell." She folded her strong arms over her chest. "I know that you know that, you damn stupid doll! All you're doing is making more work for the both of us."
"She's got a point, you know," Lavi said, frowning. "Plus, whenever you die and don't come back, I'm always the one who has to go find wherever you decided to kick off this time. So that's trouble for three of us!"
I rolled my head to the side and attempted to acknowledge the words of my master and her apprentice, but all that I managed was a grunt. I knew both of them were right- I have yet to accomplish anything by killing myself- but my soul is worn and weary, and all I want is rest.
"Get up, and go clean yourself up." Purple Peel ordered, her tone cold as ever. Though I had finally regained most of the feeling in my extremities and could likely stand on my own, Lavi reached a hand down to help me to my feet. "You've got a lot of work to do."
It wasn't always this way.
My story begins around 85,000 years ago, when I was a little over 300 years old- a young adult in witch years. I made my home in a modest little northern village in the area that would later come to be called Cinque, and earned a living as a fortune-teller. As you may know, there are many parallel worlds outside of our own. I was born with the incredibly rare ability to peer into those worlds, as well as the gift of seeing into the future and past of this world and the countless worlds beyond. I became something of a sage, and humans and witches alike came from across Medea to seek my assistance.
For even longer than I've been alive, the Purple Peel witch clan has resided in the southern desert of Tettara. They were- and still are to this day- a widely-known and widely-feared clan of witches, infamous for their brutality and their fondness for "collecting" anything rare or valuable. Raids were not an uncommon occurrence, especially in desert camps and wealthy villages. As I looked into my own future one day, I saw unfamiliar witches burning my village to the ground and killing those who couldn't flee quickly enough... but as my abilities had not yet been honed, I was unsure when they would arrive. However, I also knew that we wouldn't stand a chance against them if we tried to fight.
I told the chief of my vision, and evacuation orders were quickly spread. We were urged to leave as quickly as possible. Some fled that night, while others stayed behind to collect up their belongings and prepare for the journey ahead. I packed a bag with my most important possessions as well as a few dry goods, a canteen of water, and some spare clothing. But the day had exhausted me, so I foolishly decided to stay for the night, planning instead to leave in the morning.
That was my first mistake.
My recollection of the following day is both a blur and yet clear as day. Perhaps I've tried to block it from my memory...
I remember the sounds of screaming and a witch's rough voice barking something in a language that I couldn't understand. The walls and floor of my home burst into flames, and I quickly grabbed my bag and staggered through the smog, trying to get out before the burning roof collapsed on top of me. Another mistake; I should have stayed inside and let the fire take me. It's clear to me now that they were trying to smoke me out, and I played right into it.
I made it outside and was greeted by the scent of smoke and death. Everything was on fire, bodies- just pieces of them, in some cases- littered the ground, and the few remaining escape routes that I could make out had been blocked off by witches holding strange spears. I was terrified. I knew that the Purple Peel clan was coming, but I hadn't imagined that they would arrive so soon... And not even the gift of foresight truly prepares you for experiencing that sort of destruction and bloodshed firsthand.
Before I could run, I heard a shout and was thrown to the ground by a strong blast of wind. One of the spear-wielding witches, presumably the one who cast the wind spell, ran over to shove the club-like blade of her weapon against my chest to pin me to the dirt. Not that I would have moved anyway; I was frozen with fear at that point. She called over her shoulder to her colleagues.
I found myself flanked by a second witch as a third approached. Very tall, very muscular, and wearing a dragonbone headdress marked with red war paint, she projected an imposing figure. The first two witches bowed their heads and said something to her-- she was their chief, most likely. I remember thinking, "This is where I die", and part of me wished that I was right. Instead, my naive mind clung desperately to survival, and I attempted to beg them to let me live, despite the evidence pointing to the contrary. All that came out was a feeble "please", but it was enough to catch the masked witch's attention.
She lifted her skull mask and peered down at me. I still remember the way she looked at me for the first time-- the long scar running across her right eye, the way her golden eyes seared through mine; the feeling of sheer scorn and cruelty gnawing at my bones.
"Are you Ryubence?"
Spoken in the common witch tongue I was used to, I was caught off-guard and almost didn't understand her. My "yes" was barely a whisper, though I tried to nod my head. I wanted to look away, but I feared that if I broke her gaze, the spear bearing down on me would shatter my bones for showing disrespect.
"Speak up!", she ordered. The first witch's spear pressed harder against my chest.
I choked out a "Yes!", as clear as I could muster. My voice trembled and my lungs burned with ash, and my eyes remained locked with hers. She had such an authority and intimidating presence that I wasn't sure if I could look away; it was as if I were spellbound.
Her eyes narrowed in approval. "I've heard of your ability to look into parallel worlds. My clan could make use of that power..." She studied me for a moment in a manner not unlike a lion sizing up its prey. "I would kill you, but it almost seems a waste to destroy something this rare. So I've got an offer for you, girl: Serve our clan, or die here." She angled her own bloody spear towards my face, and I remember feeling like my heart was going to stop. "The choice is yours." Of course they were here looking for me. It should have been obvious. We were not a rich village by any means, nor were we close to their territory-- why else would they have come? How could I have made such an oversight?
At some point, I had started to cry. I agreed to serve them and begged, "Please, I'll do anything, please don't kill me". I was young, I was scared, and I didn't want to die. In retrospect, I should have refused and let them kill me. That would have been a kinder fate than the existence that they cursed me with. Then again, they may have just taken me by force, so perhaps my answer didn’t matter either way... but I digress.
My contract was forged on the spot, and my freedom was taken to bind it.
Tettara desert took some getting used to. I was accustomed to Cinque's mild summers and months of snowfall, and the scorching sands and dry winds of the south were harsh and foreign. Nahat, the oasis town where the Purple Peel clan resided, was moderately more bearable in temperature, though it took me a while to become fluent in the native language. I was given a room in my master's-- the chief's house to use as my study upon my arrival. So began my new life.
Working as a servant for the Purple Peel clan was about as thankless of a job as one would expect. I was tasked with the sole duty to diligently record the past, present, and future of as many parallel worlds as I could. Fieldwork was permitted so long as it was an extension of my primary job, such as making records of magic beasts and various plants. I wasn't allowed any free time, and slacking on my duties was a punishable offense.
The Purple Peel clan chief who forged my contract, my first master, was named Gulnaz. She was a powerful fire witch several centuries my senior, with an exceptionally cruel and merciless nature. A single step out of line, whether I disobeyed orders or the rare occasion where I tried to fight back, and she would... I will spare you the details and say that I have been through all manner of violent punishments.
It didn't matter if she ended up killing me; if I died, she brought me back to life with the clan's secret necromancy spell. If I lost body parts, they were replaced by new ones through magic and alchemy. While I may have been Gulnaz's prized possession, I was still that-- her possession. A puppet to the clan, torn apart and sewn back together, kept in working condition at all times. She was strong enough to crush my bones like kindling if she wished, and sometimes she'd kill me just for something to do. In the thousands of years we spent together, I could count on my hands the number of times she expressed any kindness towards me.
Gulnaz eventually took on an apprentice, and passed me down to her when she aged and retired as chief. This new master was no kinder, nor was the next witch to inherit me, or the next one after that... I have had some masters who were more strict, more aggressive, or more laid-back than others, but I have only ever had one who could be considered “nice” by any stretch of the imagination. I was nothing but property or a punching bag to the rest.
For thousands of years, this cycle has continued. I am handed down from one chief to the next as the Purple Peel clan’s “treasure”. My original body has long since crumbled to dust, and my ancient soul is wearing thin. I have seen through the rise and fall of kingdoms, several eras before the legendary Great Witch Uruka, the arrival and death of the god Niike, and many generations of witches. Not allowed to live, not allowed to die, treated as neither a human nor an object... All so that I can continue to record the histories and futures of the countless parallel worlds. I once attempted to kill one of my previous masters to free myself from this curse, but as per the ward protection offered by the contract, I am unable to gravely wound the one who owns me.
I’ve lost track of the number of times I have tried to kill myself. Every time I die, be it suicide or a more accidental death from dangerous fieldwork, my corpse is tracked down and resurrected. Sometimes I deliberately provoke my masters into getting frustrated enough to kill me themselves, but I am always brought back to life regardless. In my younger years, I had hoped that perhaps they would one day grow bored of me- or get fed up with me- and let me stay dead. I'm not sure why I keep trying. Some part of me must still be holding on to that hope.
My current master, Raanan- or simply Purple Peel, as she is known; the chiefs often take the clan name as their title- is very stubborn, and I can’t imagine her deciding to let me go. But her apprentice... call it “witch’s intuition”, or even a delusion, but I have a good feeling about her. While Raanan may not see it herself, she has changed somewhat since taking Lavi under her wing. She doesn’t strike me as often as she used to, and she’s gotten better at controlling her temper. Since the day Lavi was discovered orphaned in a sandskiff wreck two centuries ago, the girl has brought a certain lightheartedness to Nahat.
...
... The future is not set in stone, of course. Only time will tell for certain. But maybe, just maybe, when I am eventually passed down to Lavi, she will be the one to break my contract and grant me my freedom. Until then, however, I will continue my duties as the Pumpkin Witch, Ryubence-- the one who records the world.
fan-pet for Ryubence from The Witch And The Hundred Knight
ryubence, purple peel, lavi, setting, & art: Nippon Ichi Software
book stock: dougit design
paper texture: lost and taken
gulnaz, profile, story, overlay, and dividers: Ashei
Pet Treasure
Big Book of Pumpkins
Unusual Stitched Pumpkin
Pemberley Letter Writing Set
Pile of Treasured Tomes
Leaf Pressing
Pumpkin Perfume Sample
Necromancer Rotting Incantation
Old Cracked Photo
Unfinished Crested Harpy Research
Gourd Witch Pumpkin Flower Skull
Subeta History
Autumn and Magic
A History of Necromancy
Wooden Scrying Bowl
Autumnal Remains Beanbag
Mahar Seeing Eye
Sealed Ensorcelled Tome
Lost Grimoire
Ancient Sphinx Lexicon
Gourd Witch Family Tree
Ancient Chai Journal
Collected Correspondence
The Perplexing Properties of Shadowglen Pumpkins
The Pumpkin Patch Guide
Old Family History Book
Badly Neglected Book
Pumpkin Patch Bestiary
Gourd Witch Household Spells
Gourd Witch Potion Experiments
Gourd Witch Family Journal
Picking a Pumpkin Patch Path
Gourd Witch Herbal
Gourd Witch Garden Notes
Ancient Codex Scroll
Ancient Scroll Replica
Renaissance Scroll
Dusty Old Map
A Noble Family History
Book of Shadows
Demons of Autumn
Comprehensive Virus Guide
A to Z Plant Encyclopedia
Field Guide to Sentient Plants
Guide to Kin Minions
Guide to Pumpkin Patch Insects
Autumn Vines Guide
Book of Sea Creatures
Magma Encyclopedia
Dusty Old Tome
Book of Terramancy
Vesnali: An In-Depth History
Scarred Leather Record Book
Book of Life
A History of Fireside
So Your Arm Just Fell Off
Tattered Old Book
Damaged Book
Book of Nature
Pumpkins and Potions
Potions I
Potions II
Potions III
Bundle of Old Maps
Strange Bog Tome
Forgotten Storybook
The Sand Witch
Book of Haunted Ghost Stories
103 Things To Do With a Pumpkin
Blank Parchment
Ruined Book
Subeta Dictionary I
Subeta Dictionary II
Subeta Dictionary III
Gandering Gourds
Winter Reading Backlog
Wizardly Adventures
Sea Charts
Mansion Remodeling Book
Incomplete Manuscripts
Naughty Rituals With Pumpkins
Fun with History: Omen Islands
Fun with History: Arctic Frost
Fun with History: Atebus
Fun with History: Darkside
Fun with History: Shadowglen
Fun with History: Veta
Fun with History: Delphi
Fun with History: Riverside
Fun with History: Sacred Lands
Gilded Stationery Set
Sturdy Bookends
Book Beanbag
Book Bed Beanbag
Raven Feather Quill Pen
Turkey Feather Quill Pen
Bronze Quill
Night Sky Print Bookmark
Dot Explosion Bookmark
Brass Oil Lamp
Gourd Witch Dripping Candles
Heavy Magnifying Glass
Vintage Bewitching Greeting Card
Vintage Sepia Greeting Card
Faded Photograph
Pumpkin Patch Morostide Postcard
Burnt Photograph
Old Wooden Picture Frame
Gourd Witch Pumpkin Flower Small Skulls
Crunchy Leaf Litter
Chrysanthemum Leggings
Autumnal Twigs and Berries
Gourd Witch Wheelbarrow
Gourd Witch Floating Candle
Black Cat Candle
Bleeding Skull Pumpkin Essence Summoning Candle
Bird Skull Pumpkin Essence Summoning Candle
Jakkrow Plushie
Morostide Patch Plushie
Patch
Skelihaund
Wilkes
Asmodempkin
Pumpkin Staff
Pumpkin on a Stick
Gleeful Pumpkin Beanbags
Pumpkin Patch Beanbag
Gourd Witch Pumpkin Planter
Tailed Pumpkin
Gourd Witch Decorated Pumpkins
Uncarved Pumpkin
Carving Pumpkin
Ready-to-Carve Pumpkin
Fresh Pumpkin
Freshly Picked Pumpkin
Pumpkin on the Vine
Carvable Pumpkin
Kabocha Pumpkin
Unusual Banded Pumpkin
Blackened Pumpkin
Unusual Spider-Infested Pumpkin
Unusual Webbed Pumpkin
Unusual Moss-Covered Pumpkin
Unusual Rotting Pumpkin
Unusual Twin Green Pumpkins
Unusual Tubular Pumpkin
Bewitched Pumpkin
Neela Carved Pumpkin
Buncha Pumpkins
Noxious Foggy Pumpkin
Brown Cozy Pumpkin
Malevolent Jack-O-Lantern
Roasted Squash Soup
Booze-Filled Pumpkin
Gourd
Long Vined Pumpkin
Brown Tailed Pumpkin
Golden Acorn Squash
Golden Hubbard Squash
Gourd Witch Stolen Gourd
Jackie Mooshiboi
Carved Gourd
Bumpy Gourd Blub
Plonkin
Pumpkindling
Rotten Stepped-In Pumpkin
Pumpkibats
Cat Pumpkin Fake Candle
Flame Pumpkin Fake Candle
Pumpkin Succulent
Jack O Lantern Succulent
Acorn Squash Pile Beanbag
Kabocha Squash Beanbag
Pumpkin on a Bone
Baby Pumpkin Sticker
Gourd Sticker
Orange Pumpkin Butt Sticker
Dried Pumpkin Stem
Orange Asmodean Pumpkin
Pumpkin Witch Sucker
Pumpkin Teacup
Pumpkin Coffee Mug
Fireside Pumpkin Spice Soup
Pumpkin Tea
Jack-o-Lantern Drawstring Bag
Pumpkin Fireside Custard
Scattered Autumn Leaves
Brittle Fallen Leaf
Dried Harvest Flower
Dead Spider Chrysanthemum
Powerful Enchanted Charm
Bust of a Pale Horse
Simple Graveyard Neela Figure
Graveyard Neela Plushie
Sometimes Dead Is Better Sticker
Mountain Sunrise Sticker
Autumnal Sunset Sticker
Gourd Witch Stone Path
Bronze Summit Key
Ancient Haunt
Vase Reliquary
Domed Reliquary
Squat Reliquary
Box Reliquary
Fragments of the Forgotten
Oval Scrying Mirror
Brown-Handled Magic Broom
Basic Broom
Crinkly Leaf Litter
Mugwort
Willow Twig
Common Rue
Rosemary
Mandrake Root
Ginger Root
Galerina
Pumpkin Patch Dirt
Desert Sand
Cave Moss
Acorn
Gourd Witch Misty Incense
Wooden Incense Burner
Gourd Witch Sage Stick
Enticing Cave
Disturbed Gravesite
Loose Rictus Teeth
Harvested Congealed Blood
Harvested Moon
Healing Wand of the First Day
Illumis Marsh Staff
Magic Wand
Ornate Pumpkin Cauldron
Gourd Witch Ingredient Drawer
Wooden Mortar and Pestle
Warlock Apothecary Oils
Warding Graybeard Bottle
Gourd Witch Ashen Tonic
Gourd Witch Ginger Tonic
Fishliver Oil
Preserved Skull in a Jar
Medicinal Leeches
Bloody Wet Specimen
Mouthy Monster Wet Specimen
Nest Of Spiders Wet Specimen
Gourd Witch Midnight Liquid
Gourd Witch Bright Liquid
Gourd Witch Earthen Liquid
Pureed Autumn Squash Potion
Pureed Pumpkin Potion
Gourd Witch Empty Potion Bottles
Ornate Brown Bottle
Pumpkin Parasite Eggs
Gourd Witch Hanging Planter
Acid Apothecary Bottle
Toxic Apothecary Bottle
Poison Apothecary Bottle
Slimy Cauldron
Spooky Cauldron
Bubbling Orange Mini Cauldron
Green Fireside Flame
Rottgeistling
Bogfire Spook
Haunted Forest Spirit
Golden Veta Lake Firefly
Gourd Witch Embroidered Olive Scrap
Gourd Witch Embroidered Orange Scrap
Anty Cloak
Eye Bandage Scraps
Torn Blood Stained Strip of Fabric
Mori Bandage
Gourd Witch Golden Apron
Which Witch Green Bow
Which Witch Gold Bow
Hazel Jailbird Bangles
Hazel Jailbird Manacle Choker
Pumpkin Patch
Gourd Witch Earthen Herb Pouch
Fireside Butternut Candle
Gourd Witch Green Light
Candlelit Lantern
Illumis Dawn Bug Zapper
Gourd Witch Garden Lantern
Iron New Year Lantern
Green Saheric Traditional Lantern
Amber Saheric Glass Filigree Lantern
Amber Saheric Glass Gourd-Shaped Lantern
Bronze Incense Burner
Yellow Acorn Beanbag
Punkin Grub Beanbag
Punkin Moth Beanbag
Armless Unlucky Bunny Plushie
Sour Gooey Candy Reaper
Disgraced Mourning Spirit
Floating Witch Toy
Black Twine Corn Husk Doll
Green Twine Corn Husk Doll
Death Shard
Tension Bandage (Arm)
Tan Arm Cast
Creepy Witch Broom
Pumpkin Patch Snow Globe
Graveyard Snow Globe
Pumpkin Morolantern
Amber Eye Blade
Pumpkin Mirror
Pumpkin Keychain