[Tattooist]
- [Tattooists]
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| 6.07 D | The Lizardwoman in the small tattoo parlor looked up. She was a Lizardperson. She had scales. Admittedly, there were colorful designs painted on top of the scales, but as [Tattooists] went, Luan was fairly certain that this didn’t recommend her. |
| 6.07 D | Not five minutes into the tattooing, someone else entered the parlor. The [Tattooist] glanced up, but said not a word. Luan, whose eyes were closed, didn’t look up until he heard some heavy clicks on the floor. Then he looked up and saw a Minotaur standing over him. |
| 6.07 D | Luan glanced at the Minotaur, and then at the [Tattooist] who was ignoring both of them. He frowned. |
| 6.07 D | Luan jerked. The [Tattooist] must have sensed it, because she stopped just in time. She stared at Luan as Venaz paused. The Human caught his breath. The Lizardwoman grabbed his arm firmly. |
| 6.07 D | “The sign says closed now. And until this moment I was using an artifact. No one noticed me coming in. The [Tattooist] will give me something that fades in a few days—I am no [Warrior], but a [Strategist]. As for you, you’ll go out the back after we’re done here. Our meeting was chance, and so this incident will not be reported by those watching me—if I haven’t given them the slip already. I’ll be doing enough suspicious things later that anyone will write this moment off. Well, the Professor might not, but he’s not the one I need to fool, is he?” |
| 6.07 D | He was scowling at the Lizardwoman. The [Tattooist] spread her claws innocently. |
| 6.07 D | Venaz nodded. He spoke briskly now, eyeing the designs the [Tattooist] hopefully shoved in front of his face and waving them away. |
| 6.07 D | That was enough. More than enough for sixty gold pieces. Luan had risked his neck for less. He held out his hand gingerly. Venaz gave Luan a crushing handshake and then nodded to the side. The [Tattooist] stretched her arms, sitting by the closed door as Venaz and Luan spoke in low voices. Luan listened, no longer annoyed, but a Runner listening to a well-paying client. |
| 6.07 D | Outside, the city of Cinfal hustled and bustled and presumably got on with their lives. Inside the parlor though, the Lizardwoman [Tattooist] debated over what inking she’d give the Minotaur, trying not to listen as he spoke to Luan. Venaz’ voice was quiet, his eyes alight as he showed Luan a map, and then another map, and then explained why three weeks was so important and where Luan fit in. |
| 7.07 | Sage’s Grass. The famous magical plant was sought after by [Mages], [Alchemists], and generally any class that worked with magic, including, yes, [Tattooists]. It was a [Trader]’s profit. But the nervous [Trader] was shaking his head. |
| 9.27 RC | “Not okay! They’re getting magical tattoos! Beclaire realized the [Tattooist] won’t say no, so she’s changing her ‘look’.” |
| Goblin Days (Pt.1) — The Wedding | Dyeda was a [Tattooist]. In fact, this very moment she was tattooing something onto the arm of one of her younger bridesmaids. She had a long stick she dipped in black ink, and then she pricked it through the skin. She could use needles, but she had first learned how to do this in the Mountain City tribe, and naturally, the Redfangs loved her. |
| Goblin Days (Pt.1) — The Wedding | The [Tattooist] made a dismissive, scornful sound. |
| Goblin Days (Pt. 3) – Vengeance and Talking | Dyeda was an expert [Tattooist]…which meant she was one of dozens of experts in the Molten Stone tribe. She was learning from a [Witch] showing her delicate patterns on her hands, seeming very excited to learn from other Goblins in their cultural craft. From Anazurhe’s smirk as she and Rags walked out into her magically cooled fortress, she clearly seemed to think her tribe was the font of all real culture and knowledge. |
| Goblin Days (Pt. 3) – Vengeance and Talking | The [Tattooist] was completely unmoved by Rianchi’s flight. She had one of her tattooing needles in her hand. When a Goblin tried to get past her, she stabbed him in the arm. |
| 10.25 MG | The [Tattooist] shoved Rianchi as he tried to nuzzle her cheek. |
| 10.25 MG | The outraged [Tattooist], for whatever reason, seemed to be a fan of the Wind Runner. She ran off with Rianchi and Fightipilota to find a door that would rehabilitate Ryoka’s wronged name. With Rags’ notes. |
| 10.25 MG | Rags got the impression this door was as likely as ten lighting bolts landing in the same spot, but it was a future. She expected this would cheer Dyeda up, but the [Tattooist] gave Rags a wretched look. |
| 10.25 MG | The [Tattooist] blinked, and Rianchi ran over to bar the new door that had, appropriately, a tattoo of a Redfang on it. |
| 10.27 GMG | The message was so curt and the scowl so hostile that the [Tattooist] recoiled, hurt. Then Dyeda noticed Mrsha’s distraught face and waved her claws. |
| 10.27 GMG | The [Tattooist]’s face turned guilty, and Rianchi covered his own eyes a second. |
| 10.27 GMG | The [Tattooist] glanced up. Her head was spinning. Her instinct was to tell Snapjaw to get Rags to abort the attack now. Now! |
| 10.27 GMG | And that finite hallway was staring back at her. The [Tattooist] wavered, and a coil of terror snaked into her belly. |
| 10.27 GMG | The [Tattooist] glowered at him and ran, cursing Rianchi under her breath, but her husband just stood there a second. Thinking. |
| 10.27 GMG | Chieftain Rags was on an ever-shrinking time limit, and she was going to be trapped fighting the Mortemdefieir Titan. The [Tattooist] had no time to waste. |