Thread: Heart of Clay - Happy x Razgriz

Some time earlier Before the witch Ren had purchased the place for herself, it was owned by a very powerful warlock who it was no one could really say, as the man was very secretive. It was said that he owned several houses, places he could go to should those who hunted him ever find him and force him to leave it seemed a plausible theory, as the house itself laid on the outskirts of town and away from prying eyes. Of course, it was because of this lack of information that no one really bothered to spread it when stories are told, one expects a tale of intrigue and mystery. The hype was there, sure but those who performed 'dares' on staying in the house found it to be incredibly empty, save for a few books...And boring. And once this spread, the dares stopped and the house fell back to being unnoticed. Until Ren Razor moved in, and lord was a hornet's nest stirred. But she would get another surprise as the young witch would begin to settle in and find out things about her new place, it would turn out that not everything was taken. By some off-chance, a veil was lifted by the presence of her arcana and to her was revealed one of the master's old possessions A clay giant, its featureless body a dull red and its eyes nothing more than black holes in its 'head', standing behind a long-since broken bookcase. Strange scripture and sigils covered parts of the form, clearly an ancient tongue, but the marks were faded from the harsh caress of time though perhaps the strangest bit was a small hole in the forehead. What this could be for, only time would tell. Present day Ren should be so thankful her home was on the outskirts of the town at least there the object of her concern was safe from prying eyes. However, it would be obvious to anyone that she hadn't slept in some time that and the enormous mess was currently affecting the rate at which customers would enter her shop. Which might work for her in this case, but she would soon find that there was a bit of a concerned party. Darren Reynolds, a young warlock around the same age as Ren but with a few years on her, was currently making his way to the shop after having just come back from a trip they had said over the course of the past few days, the witch running the healing parlor had been making all kinds of weird noises. Not to mention that there was a slightly off-putting smell emanating from the door, as they had said as Darren was a good friend - well, as good as a friend could be when it came to Ren - he was hoping he could talk to her and see what was going on. Upon testing the door, he found it to be open and let himself in the poor guy couldnt believe what he found. This place was a freaking pig-sty! Ren! Ren! Its me, Darren are you buried here somewhere? he then spoke out, trying to his best to not step on any of the mess. However, he would soon find her face-up right in the middle of the chaos what really shocked him was her appearance though. Sure, she was a bit of a recluse but she never looked THIS bad. The fact that her eyes were bloodshot and her clothes looked like something someone threw out made it worse. Oh my god, Ren. What the hell happened here? When was the last time you slept?! he asked in an incredulous tone shed been quite secluded