The Magic Box, Friday
Of course Agnes was at work today. Not in order to sell people things, necessarily, but to do some research.
She'd cleared off a table near the front of the store and filled it with holy water, various religious symbols and artifacts, and -- because it was Agnes -- a large selection of axes and cudgels.
She'd also found a use for the colloidal silver from class -- with a few herbs steeped in it, and a few words said over it, it was perfect for sealing the entrances to the store against the undead. Just to be sure, she nailed a few religious symbols over the door anyways. And kept an axe beside her.
In the meantime, she was looking for anything she could find on zombies. So far, most of what she found was books of necromancy describing how to CREATE them, but she'd barely started looking through the store's collection.
[The store is open -- sorry it's up so late. Zombies are welcome to TRY to come in, but any that do will experience an itching, tingling, burning sensation, not unlike dying in a fire.]
She'd cleared off a table near the front of the store and filled it with holy water, various religious symbols and artifacts, and -- because it was Agnes -- a large selection of axes and cudgels.
She'd also found a use for the colloidal silver from class -- with a few herbs steeped in it, and a few words said over it, it was perfect for sealing the entrances to the store against the undead. Just to be sure, she nailed a few religious symbols over the door anyways. And kept an axe beside her.
In the meantime, she was looking for anything she could find on zombies. So far, most of what she found was books of necromancy describing how to CREATE them, but she'd barely started looking through the store's collection.
[The store is open -- sorry it's up so late. Zombies are welcome to TRY to come in, but any that do will experience an itching, tingling, burning sensation, not unlike dying in a fire.]