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Asher the Insane 83 - The House of Ghosts
Aini’s heart raced as she stood in the dilapidated house filled with the three ghosts. The musty air filled her nostrils, and she shuddered, trying to shake off the feeling of dread that seemed to grip her. Noticing the ceremonial burial robes the first ghost was wearing, which ancient members of the royal family had been buried in, Aini knew that this must have been Diyi Gengui. She had heard old stories about his legendary power to foretell the future. The idea of him standing before her was both thrilling and terrifying. As she watched the ghost cross his arms and scowl at her, she couldn’t help but feel a creeping sense of unease. But Asher was not one to be easily intimidated. Without thinking, he grabbed one of the scurrying rats that had run out of the house and hurled it at the ghost. The rat passed right through Diyi, landing with a thud on the dusty floor. “Rude little boy, ain’tcha?” Diyi growled. Asher grinned, feeling a rush of excitement. He had always loved a good ch
Asher the Insane 84 - The House of Curses and Blessings
She looked around the room, shuddering at the eerie atmosphere. The candles flickered, casting an ominous glow on the faces of the ghosts. A chill ran down her spine as she saw their eyes glinting with an otherworldly light. "Curse?" she whispered, her voice almost trembling with fear. The ghosts laughed, a hollow sound that echoed through the room. "A gift, a blessing? A curse? Who cares?" Liangci sneered. "It's a curse, plain and simple. We are trapped here, forced to do the bidding of some unknown entity, forever maybe." Aini could feel her heart pounding in her chest. She wanted to leave, to run away from this haunted place, but something held her back. She had to know more, to understand the story behind the ghosts and their curse. "Honorable ghosts," she said, her voice shaking. "I ask of you to tell me of your story." The ghosts looked at each other, then nodded. Yisang spoke first, his voice filled with bitterness. "In my living life, dunno how long that's ago now, I was
Asher the Insane 85 - The Ghosts of Approval
“That’s a really nice story there, but you must realize that you aren’t the best people to judge, are you? You’re a pansy looking for someone else to protect you, a zealous warmonger, and a greedy backstabber. Whoever this being was, chose some pretty damn bad people,” Asher said. The ghosts fell silent, and Asher could feel their eyes on him. He knew that he had their attention now, and he had to make his case quickly before they changed their minds. The room was silent for a moment, and then one by one, the ghosts began to nod their heads in agreement. Asher could feel the tension in the room easing, and he knew that he had done what he had set out to do. “We were real people with different experiences of the world and the land we ruled. It may be true that in life we had been poor leaders, but we tried. That’s why only aspects of us should be in the ones who rule next,” Diyi retorted. "Oh, I don’t really care. I’m just here to see that the empress gets out of here in one pie
Asher the Insane 86 - Asher the Contributor
As we walked out of the house, I couldn't help but feel relieved that the task wasn't as daunting as I had expected. I mean, I had envisioned this elaborate test of strength and cunning, something that would truly test the limits of the Empress' abilities, where I couldn't really help. But instead, it was just a simple conversation with some ghosts. Not that I was complaining, mind you. It was just a bit anticlimactic, that's all. I turned to the ghosts, Diyi, Yisang, and Liangci, I extended my hand to shake theirs. But as I did, my hand passed right through theirs. I guess that's what happens when you're dealing with ghosts. It was a bit sad to leave them like this, but I knew that I had to move on. As I looked around the stuffy house, I realized that I had lost track of time. How long had we been here, anyway? It felt like hours, but who could say for sure? I decided to push the thought out of my mind and focus on the present. I grabbed Aini's hand and pulled her out of the house.
Asher the Insane 87 - Papia Barbera De Wimmer - 01
My stomach grumbled, and I was cold. It was turning winter soon. That meant that I had to find a shelter that protected me from the snow and cool air instead of sleeping out in the open.The park, however rough it was to sleep in, had been my sanctuary in the warmer seasons for years now.No matter how bad my life has gotten, the park was always there, waiting, as an old friend would.Oh well, time to say goodbye once again, my old friend.I patted the dew-covered grass as a farewell gesture.Standing up, I stretched and yawned loudly.I checked my gear; one small dagger, check, and that's it.That was the only thing I had besides my worn-out clothing.Even if it's a little dull, there was no rust on it, which meant it's the best I can get with no money to my name.Time to get to work.Food wasn’t just going to materialize itself in front of me.Perhaps if I were a magician, but where would I ever get a spell book?The only skills that I have are in survival and thievery, and the skil
Asher the Insane 88 - Papia Barbera De Wimmer - 02
"How could I shatter a little girl's dream of being rich?" He said.How did he find me?He should have been drunk, drooling on the counter, having a booze-filled dream. And the time I needed to run from the tavern to here must have been a new record for me.Did he set me up?He approached me menacingly and said, "I'll even give it to you, free of charge, of course, if... you'll do a tiny, little job for me.How can I escape? The wall was too steep and too smooth to climb; nothing to hold on to. The alley itself was a dead-end and way too narrow to sidestep him.“Haversacks are cool things. I’m not very familiar with DnD, but I know a few things about it, cause a lot of anime is, or rather was, heavily inspired by it, but there's also something like that in there. A bag of holding, which in my opinion, is a way better name, but this world doesn’t have the restrictions it has.It is an infinite bag that can hold an unlimited number of items, doesn't really get heavier, no matter how man
Asher the Insane 89 - Papia Barbera De Wimmer - 03
I couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins."I'm Papia," I said, introducing myself to him."How old are you, Papia? Ten, maybe eleven?" He guessed, his voice filled with a sense of amusement."I'm thirteen already," I replied. My annoyance at that remark was clear."Well, you're a little undernourished, maybe," he remarked, eyeing me up and down. "You're also a little small for your age, and we're not even that far apart age-wise. Around seven years, bit more, bit less, who knows? But it’s not a lot, counting all the longer lived races."I couldn't help but feel a twinge of insecurity at his words. Was I really that small?"Are you alright?" I asked, my concern for him overriding my own self-doubt. I had already let go of the dagger, but it was still lodged inside his chest."It doesn't matter," he said, pulling out the dagger and handing it to me, his clothes rapidly becoming stained with crimson liquid. "Do I have to ask your parents for permission? May
Asher the Insane 90 - Papia Barbera De Wimmer - 04
As I stood behind the divider, I felt a sense of déjà vu as I slipped into yet another dress from the pile of options. The dresses seemed to blend together, with their laces, ribbons, and frills. Would I ever find the perfect one?Once I was dressed, I emerged from behind the divider to show my new elven companion. His pensive expression was enough to tell me that he wouldn't approve of this one either. I felt a pang of disappointment. I had already tried on numerous dresses, but none seemed to "fit" the occasion. It seemed as though no matter what I tried, it just wasn't enough.As I watched him scrutinize not only the dresses but also the shoes, jewelry, gloves, hats, and hairpins that accompanied them, I couldn't help but wonder: were elves really this concerned about creating a fashion faux pas? It was clear that every detail had to be just right.I was exhausted. Even just putting on one of the dresses properly took me at least ten minutes. The corsets were tight; the skirts were
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