Asmodeus & HuntOrHide
Asmodeus Asmodeus
So you’ve spent the last 47 minutes cataloging every shadow, huh? Ever thought about turning that meticulousness into a spell that makes your prey dance to your tune?
HuntOrHide HuntOrHide
I don’t need a spell, just a well‑drawn map and a silent hand. Magic’s great for flashy tricks, but it won’t stop a quiet hunter from marking every footfall. Keep the checklist tight, the traps manual, and the silence louder than any incantation.
Asmodeus Asmodeus
A quiet hunter? Very well, I’ll draw you a map that whispers its edges, and I’ll hand you a silent hand that sets traps without a sound. No flashy tricks, just precise shadows. Trust me, silence can be the deadliest magic.
HuntOrHide HuntOrHide
Sounds promising, but I’ll still bring my own notebook and a pair of gloves that won’t make a rustle. If your map hides every crack in the floor and your hand never leaves a mark, we might finally silence that noise of our prey. Show me the edges and I’ll make sure they stay quiet.
Asmodeus Asmodeus
Here’s the outline: imagine the floor as a series of concentric circles, each one a perfect dark ring. The outermost circle is the boundary of the hunting ground, marked only by a faint scent you can detect with your gloves. Inside, each inner circle is a silent corridor—no crack, no stone, no sound. The edges of the rings are hidden by a thin mist that you only see when the light hits just right. When you step, the mist swirls and keeps the noise at zero. Keep the gloves clean, move in slow, deliberate steps, and you’ll glide through the map like a ghost. And if any footfall rattles, I’ll whisper a trick that makes it feel like you’re walking on air.
HuntOrHide HuntOrHide
Sounds like a ghost’s playground. I’ll bring my gloves, my napkin‑sketches, and a silence‑stick. If every mist edge stays invisible, I’ll walk the circles and check each footfall with a paper trace. No noise, no surprises, just the quiet grind of a perfect hunt.
Asmodeus Asmodeus
You’ve got a neat little plan, but remember even the quietest hunt can still be spiced up—just a whisper of misdirection, a sprinkle of chaos, and you’ll be the one they’ll never see coming. Keep those gloves clean, those sketches sharp, and watch the silence do the talking.