ChubbyUnicornBooks Presents: Blood Tide (A Full Cast Audio Drama)
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[Dishonored inspired] [Personal Attention] [Comfort] [Story] [Multiple Voices] [Gothic] [Dark Fantasy]
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[Struggling to drag the body] Oi! What are you doing? Stop standing there puffing and help me you ass!
[Still trying to drag the body, disgruntled] Oh don’t grow soft over these sods. Rich prick, a lot of them! And the little runts would have become just like mummy and daddy! Good riddance.
[Panting after dumping the first body] Since when are you a scholar, stopping thinking and get the other three into the water [Pause] Sodium Guard can only turn a blind eye for so long!
*Say something you think would fit*
Compared to what you once were? Nothing. Compared to what you are now? A God…
To help your fragile understanding, yes.
Must we tell you? [Pause] Poor creature…knowing so little. You stand upon the shores of the Shatter. Our Cradle…our tomb. But enough, little is time that we are given, and we have but one message to sing; There are those of flesh who think they can break vows…you will show them that vows are not the only things that can be broken.
[Crying and grunting in pain as the flash of noise dies down, taking a deep breath] Ahh! What- ah [Taking a shaky breath] why is it so cold…why, why am I so cold?
[Frightened] Who's there? Show yourself!
What?...I-I don't [Lost for words] …what are you?
Some people seem to have all the luck. Born with silver spoons in their mouths and dancing through life on marble floors. But the funny thing about luck? It runs out when you least expect it. And oh~ have the fates yanked that luck away from a certain noble. This city is filled with liars and cheats, monsters wearing human skin, and no matter how much wealth you have; it doesn't mean anything in this city. The Noble saw something they shouldn't have and listened to whispers that weren't meant for their ears. And the Noble and their family paid the price. Their spouse? Murdered. Their children? Left to float in the waters of the canal. The Noble lost everything…even their own life. But fortune smiles on the fool…or at least something does. And these old spirits whisper to an unlikely person. And these whispers have told that they have plans for this poor fool. And so, the noble wounds are tended to, for there is much to be done. A Blood Tide shall rise.
[Startled by Edith waking up] You are awake… [Softer, almost chanting] Whispers Songs to the Wick, Whispers Songs to the Wick.
[Confused] What-What are you doing? [Stern] No, please, you must stay in bed! Please do not struggle-
[Trying to calm the other down] Yes, your reflection does not lie to you. I-I know you don't quite look like how you remember-
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