Methuselah walks over to one of the trees, about 15 feet tall, so they can see over it. they Notice Rune, and say, "Who are you?"
Ursula notices Webb, and scuttles over to them. "Do you need anything?" they ask.
“I’m rune, who are you?”
”nah just wanna watch”
"Methuselah, Ancient Guardian of the forests."
"and why is that?"
“So you’re the one that protects the overworld”
”well- is Bolehs here right now”
"-yes. i do, though i have never heard it been called the 'overworld' before."
"no, she isn't.
“It’s occurring to me more and more that the terms I use are different than the standardized terms here-“
”thank goodness cuz I don’t think I could be around her right now”
"hmm. Second question, What are You?"
"why not?"
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i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
Suddenly, the winds pick up, and lightning flashes outside the tavern. The wind and thunder shake the windows. Oddly enough though, there isn't a cloud in the sky, just a concentrated whirlwind of storm energy right outside the tavern. Eventually, it hands, and a beautiful female Triton is standing there. She wears ornate robes with a wand on one of her hips, and a staff that seems to be made out of a single, massive icicle in her hand. Her dark green hair has a few streaks of bright blonde in it. She has pale blue skin, and deep violet eyes that seem to search this new world that she has found herself in. She makes her way into the tavern, electricity seeming to crackle faintly around her.
Myrn is sipping a Shirley Temple, and waves her over
She raises an eyebrow slightly, and walks over. A small wave of static crackles hovering in the air behind her, and her staff leaving small circles of frost wherever it touches the ground. The static seems to dissipate the more she moves though, as though it's a side effect of how she was brought here.
“Hey there, I’m Myrn” he smiles at her
She smiles the tinniest bit. "Bitrelyn Stormchild." She says simply. "Can you tell me where exactly I ended up this time?" She sounds slightly exasperated, and yet surprisingly calm, as though this has happened to her hundreds of times before. "Riding Storms across worlds sometimes leads you to places you don't intend to go." She explains wryly.
“You, my friend, are in Entropy” he spins around on the barstool “may I pay for a drink? That is if you want one”
She smiles a little more. "Sure. Sparkling hard cider." She says, taking a seat next to Myrn. Her staff coats a section of the bar in frost as she leans it against the bar.
Methuselah walks over to one of the trees, about 15 feet tall, so they can see over it. they Notice Rune, and say, "Who are you?"
Ursula notices Webb, and scuttles over to them. "Do you need anything?" they ask.
“I’m rune, who are you?”
”nah just wanna watch”
"Methuselah, Ancient Guardian of the forests."
"and why is that?"
“So you’re the one that protects the overworld”
”well- is Bolehs here right now”
"-yes. i do, though i have never heard it been called the 'overworld' before."
"no, she isn't.
“It’s occurring to me more and more that the terms I use are different than the standardized terms here-“
”thank goodness cuz I don’t think I could be around her right now”
"hmm. Second question, What are You?"
"why not?"
“I’m an enderman”
”well lately whenever I’m near her it feels like my chest is about to explode”
"Enderman? never heard of those before. where are you from?"
"why?"
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Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
Suddenly, the winds pick up, and lightning flashes outside the tavern. The wind and thunder shake the windows. Oddly enough though, there isn't a cloud in the sky, just a concentrated whirlwind of storm energy right outside the tavern. Eventually, it hands, and a beautiful female Triton is standing there. She wears ornate robes with a wand on one of her hips, and a staff that seems to be made out of a single, massive icicle in her hand. Her dark green hair has a few streaks of bright blonde in it. She has pale blue skin, and deep violet eyes that seem to search this new world that she has found herself in. She makes her way into the tavern, electricity seeming to crackle faintly around her.
Myrn is sipping a Shirley Temple, and waves her over
She raises an eyebrow slightly, and walks over. A small wave of static crackles hovering in the air behind her, and her staff leaving small circles of frost wherever it touches the ground. The static seems to dissipate the more she moves though, as though it's a side effect of how she was brought here.
“Hey there, I’m Myrn” he smiles at her
She smiles the tinniest bit. "Bitrelyn Stormchild." She says simply. "Can you tell me where exactly I ended up this time?" She sounds slightly exasperated, and yet surprisingly calm, as though this has happened to her hundreds of times before. "Riding Storms across worlds sometimes leads you to places you don't intend to go." She explains wryly.
“You, my friend, are in Entropy” he spins around on the barstool “may I pay for a drink? That is if you want one”
She smiles a little more. "Sure. Sparkling hard cider." She says, taking a seat next to Myrn. Her staff coats a section of the bar in frost as she leans it against the bar.
Suddenly, the winds pick up, and lightning flashes outside the tavern. The wind and thunder shake the windows. Oddly enough though, there isn't a cloud in the sky, just a concentrated whirlwind of storm energy right outside the tavern. Eventually, it hands, and a beautiful female Triton is standing there. She wears ornate robes with a wand on one of her hips, and a staff that seems to be made out of a single, massive icicle in her hand. Her dark green hair has a few streaks of bright blonde in it. She has pale blue skin, and deep violet eyes that seem to search this new world that she has found herself in. She makes her way into the tavern, electricity seeming to crackle faintly around her.
Myrn is sipping a Shirley Temple, and waves her over
She raises an eyebrow slightly, and walks over. A small wave of static crackles hovering in the air behind her, and her staff leaving small circles of frost wherever it touches the ground. The static seems to dissipate the more she moves though, as though it's a side effect of how she was brought here.
“Hey there, I’m Myrn” he smiles at her
She smiles the tinniest bit. "Bitrelyn Stormchild." She says simply. "Can you tell me where exactly I ended up this time?" She sounds slightly exasperated, and yet surprisingly calm, as though this has happened to her hundreds of times before. "Riding Storms across worlds sometimes leads you to places you don't intend to go." She explains wryly.
“You, my friend, are in Entropy” he spins around on the barstool “may I pay for a drink? That is if you want one”
She smiles a little more. "Sure. Sparkling hard cider." She says, taking a seat next to Myrn. Her staff coats a section of the bar in frost as she leans it against the bar.
“So, may I ask why you were riding a storm?”
She chuckles. "Teleportation of a sort, although a bit more unpredictable..." she sighs as her cider arrives, taking a sip of it, smiling a little more. "Anyways, before that mishap, I had just gotten done battling a duo of storm elementals. Nasty tempers, those things have."
Suddenly, the winds pick up, and lightning flashes outside the tavern. The wind and thunder shake the windows. Oddly enough though, there isn't a cloud in the sky, just a concentrated whirlwind of storm energy right outside the tavern. Eventually, it hands, and a beautiful female Triton is standing there. She wears ornate robes with a wand on one of her hips, and a staff that seems to be made out of a single, massive icicle in her hand. Her dark green hair has a few streaks of bright blonde in it. She has pale blue skin, and deep violet eyes that seem to search this new world that she has found herself in. She makes her way into the tavern, electricity seeming to crackle faintly around her.
Ariadne notices the triton, sipping their tea while eyeing them.
She makes her way over to the bar, a small wave of static crackles hovering in the air behind her, and her staff leaving small circles of frost wherever it touches the ground
"why hello there." Says Ariadne. "what are you doing here on this fine day?"
"First off, where even is here?" She says, ordering a sparkling hard cider.
"the tavern at the end of the world." Ariadne replies, sipping tea.
Methuselah walks over to one of the trees, about 15 feet tall, so they can see over it. they Notice Rune, and say, "Who are you?"
Ursula notices Webb, and scuttles over to them. "Do you need anything?" they ask.
“I’m rune, who are you?”
”nah just wanna watch”
"Methuselah, Ancient Guardian of the forests."
"and why is that?"
“So you’re the one that protects the overworld”
”well- is Bolehs here right now”
"-yes. i do, though i have never heard it been called the 'overworld' before."
"no, she isn't.
“It’s occurring to me more and more that the terms I use are different than the standardized terms here-“
”thank goodness cuz I don’t think I could be around her right now”
"hmm. Second question, What are You?"
"why not?"
“I’m an enderman”
”well lately whenever I’m near her it feels like my chest is about to explode”
"Enderman? never heard of those before. where are you from?"
"why?"
“Well, I was born in the end, but I live in the overworld now”
”I dunno, i’ve never felt this way before”
"the end?"
"when did it start?"
*is Ursula Webb's therapist?*
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Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
Suddenly, the winds pick up, and lightning flashes outside the tavern. The wind and thunder shake the windows. Oddly enough though, there isn't a cloud in the sky, just a concentrated whirlwind of storm energy right outside the tavern. Eventually, it hands, and a beautiful female Triton is standing there. She wears ornate robes with a wand on one of her hips, and a staff that seems to be made out of a single, massive icicle in her hand. Her dark green hair has a few streaks of bright blonde in it. She has pale blue skin, and deep violet eyes that seem to search this new world that she has found herself in. She makes her way into the tavern, electricity seeming to crackle faintly around her.
Myrn is sipping a Shirley Temple, and waves her over
She raises an eyebrow slightly, and walks over. A small wave of static crackles hovering in the air behind her, and her staff leaving small circles of frost wherever it touches the ground. The static seems to dissipate the more she moves though, as though it's a side effect of how she was brought here.
“Hey there, I’m Myrn” he smiles at her
She smiles the tinniest bit. "Bitrelyn Stormchild." She says simply. "Can you tell me where exactly I ended up this time?" She sounds slightly exasperated, and yet surprisingly calm, as though this has happened to her hundreds of times before. "Riding Storms across worlds sometimes leads you to places you don't intend to go." She explains wryly.
“You, my friend, are in Entropy” he spins around on the barstool “may I pay for a drink? That is if you want one”
She smiles a little more. "Sure. Sparkling hard cider." She says, taking a seat next to Myrn. Her staff coats a section of the bar in frost as she leans it against the bar.
“So, may I ask why you were riding a storm?”
She chuckles. "Teleportation of a sort, although a bit more unpredictable..." she sighs as her cider arrives, taking a sip of it, smiling a little more. "Anyways, before that mishap, I had just gotten done battling a duo of storm elementals. Nasty tempers, those things have."
“Heh- once I fought a storm elemental too, it blew me out to sea so I ended up having to fly all the way back to the city- it was a mess”
Suddenly, the winds pick up, and lightning flashes outside the tavern. The wind and thunder shake the windows. Oddly enough though, there isn't a cloud in the sky, just a concentrated whirlwind of storm energy right outside the tavern. Eventually, it hands, and a beautiful female Triton is standing there. She wears ornate robes with a wand on one of her hips, and a staff that seems to be made out of a single, massive icicle in her hand. Her dark green hair has a few streaks of bright blonde in it. She has pale blue skin, and deep violet eyes that seem to search this new world that she has found herself in. She makes her way into the tavern, electricity seeming to crackle faintly around her.
Ariadne notices the triton, sipping their tea while eyeing them.
She makes her way over to the bar, a small wave of static crackles hovering in the air behind her, and her staff leaving small circles of frost wherever it touches the ground
"why hello there." Says Ariadne. "what are you doing here on this fine day?"
"First off, where even is here?" She says, ordering a sparkling hard cider.
"the tavern at the end of the world." Ariadne replies, sipping tea.
"What world?"
"Entropy. first time here?"
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i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
Suddenly, the winds pick up, and lightning flashes outside the tavern. The wind and thunder shake the windows. Oddly enough though, there isn't a cloud in the sky, just a concentrated whirlwind of storm energy right outside the tavern. Eventually, it hands, and a beautiful female Triton is standing there. She wears ornate robes with a wand on one of her hips, and a staff that seems to be made out of a single, massive icicle in her hand. Her dark green hair has a few streaks of bright blonde in it. She has pale blue skin, and deep violet eyes that seem to search this new world that she has found herself in. She makes her way into the tavern, electricity seeming to crackle faintly around her.
Myrn is sipping a Shirley Temple, and waves her over
She raises an eyebrow slightly, and walks over. A small wave of static crackles hovering in the air behind her, and her staff leaving small circles of frost wherever it touches the ground. The static seems to dissipate the more she moves though, as though it's a side effect of how she was brought here.
“Hey there, I’m Myrn” he smiles at her
She smiles the tinniest bit. "Bitrelyn Stormchild." She says simply. "Can you tell me where exactly I ended up this time?" She sounds slightly exasperated, and yet surprisingly calm, as though this has happened to her hundreds of times before. "Riding Storms across worlds sometimes leads you to places you don't intend to go." She explains wryly.
“You, my friend, are in Entropy” he spins around on the barstool “may I pay for a drink? That is if you want one”
She smiles a little more. "Sure. Sparkling hard cider." She says, taking a seat next to Myrn. Her staff coats a section of the bar in frost as she leans it against the bar.
“So, may I ask why you were riding a storm?”
She chuckles. "Teleportation of a sort, although a bit more unpredictable..." she sighs as her cider arrives, taking a sip of it, smiling a little more. "Anyways, before that mishap, I had just gotten done battling a duo of storm elementals. Nasty tempers, those things have."
“Heh- once I fought a storm elemental too, it blew me out to sea so I ended up having to fly all the way back to the city- it was a mess”
She looks quizzically at him, before peering at his back. "You don't have any wings...so are you a mage of some form then?"
Suddenly, the winds pick up, and lightning flashes outside the tavern. The wind and thunder shake the windows. Oddly enough though, there isn't a cloud in the sky, just a concentrated whirlwind of storm energy right outside the tavern. Eventually, it hands, and a beautiful female Triton is standing there. She wears ornate robes with a wand on one of her hips, and a staff that seems to be made out of a single, massive icicle in her hand. Her dark green hair has a few streaks of bright blonde in it. She has pale blue skin, and deep violet eyes that seem to search this new world that she has found herself in. She makes her way into the tavern, electricity seeming to crackle faintly around her.
Ariadne notices the triton, sipping their tea while eyeing them.
She makes her way over to the bar, a small wave of static crackles hovering in the air behind her, and her staff leaving small circles of frost wherever it touches the ground
"why hello there." Says Ariadne. "what are you doing here on this fine day?"
"First off, where even is here?" She says, ordering a sparkling hard cider.
"the tavern at the end of the world." Ariadne replies, sipping tea.
"What world?"
"Entropy. first time here?"
"Definitely. Wasn't even aiming for another world, but obviously the storms had other ideas." She sips on her mug of hard cider, smiling slightly now. Noticeably, the area of bar around where her staff rests has become covered in frost.
Suddenly, the winds pick up, and lightning flashes outside the tavern. The wind and thunder shake the windows. Oddly enough though, there isn't a cloud in the sky, just a concentrated whirlwind of storm energy right outside the tavern. Eventually, it hands, and a beautiful female Triton is standing there. She wears ornate robes with a wand on one of her hips, and a staff that seems to be made out of a single, massive icicle in her hand. Her dark green hair has a few streaks of bright blonde in it. She has pale blue skin, and deep violet eyes that seem to search this new world that she has found herself in. She makes her way into the tavern, electricity seeming to crackle faintly around her.
Myrn is sipping a Shirley Temple, and waves her over
She raises an eyebrow slightly, and walks over. A small wave of static crackles hovering in the air behind her, and her staff leaving small circles of frost wherever it touches the ground. The static seems to dissipate the more she moves though, as though it's a side effect of how she was brought here.
“Hey there, I’m Myrn” he smiles at her
She smiles the tinniest bit. "Bitrelyn Stormchild." She says simply. "Can you tell me where exactly I ended up this time?" She sounds slightly exasperated, and yet surprisingly calm, as though this has happened to her hundreds of times before. "Riding Storms across worlds sometimes leads you to places you don't intend to go." She explains wryly.
“You, my friend, are in Entropy” he spins around on the barstool “may I pay for a drink? That is if you want one”
She smiles a little more. "Sure. Sparkling hard cider." She says, taking a seat next to Myrn. Her staff coats a section of the bar in frost as she leans it against the bar.
“So, may I ask why you were riding a storm?”
She chuckles. "Teleportation of a sort, although a bit more unpredictable..." she sighs as her cider arrives, taking a sip of it, smiling a little more. "Anyways, before that mishap, I had just gotten done battling a duo of storm elementals. Nasty tempers, those things have."
“Heh- once I fought a storm elemental too, it blew me out to sea so I ended up having to fly all the way back to the city- it was a mess”
She looks quizzically at him, before peering at his back. "You don't have any wings...so are you a mage of some form then?"
“Oh, I’m a bralani, though I used to be an archangel”
Suddenly, the winds pick up, and lightning flashes outside the tavern. The wind and thunder shake the windows. Oddly enough though, there isn't a cloud in the sky, just a concentrated whirlwind of storm energy right outside the tavern. Eventually, it hands, and a beautiful female Triton is standing there. She wears ornate robes with a wand on one of her hips, and a staff that seems to be made out of a single, massive icicle in her hand. Her dark green hair has a few streaks of bright blonde in it. She has pale blue skin, and deep violet eyes that seem to search this new world that she has found herself in. She makes her way into the tavern, electricity seeming to crackle faintly around her.
Myrn is sipping a Shirley Temple, and waves her over
She raises an eyebrow slightly, and walks over. A small wave of static crackles hovering in the air behind her, and her staff leaving small circles of frost wherever it touches the ground. The static seems to dissipate the more she moves though, as though it's a side effect of how she was brought here.
“Hey there, I’m Myrn” he smiles at her
She smiles the tinniest bit. "Bitrelyn Stormchild." She says simply. "Can you tell me where exactly I ended up this time?" She sounds slightly exasperated, and yet surprisingly calm, as though this has happened to her hundreds of times before. "Riding Storms across worlds sometimes leads you to places you don't intend to go." She explains wryly.
“You, my friend, are in Entropy” he spins around on the barstool “may I pay for a drink? That is if you want one”
She smiles a little more. "Sure. Sparkling hard cider." She says, taking a seat next to Myrn. Her staff coats a section of the bar in frost as she leans it against the bar.
“So, may I ask why you were riding a storm?”
She chuckles. "Teleportation of a sort, although a bit more unpredictable..." she sighs as her cider arrives, taking a sip of it, smiling a little more. "Anyways, before that mishap, I had just gotten done battling a duo of storm elementals. Nasty tempers, those things have."
“Heh- once I fought a storm elemental too, it blew me out to sea so I ended up having to fly all the way back to the city- it was a mess”
She looks quizzically at him, before peering at his back. "You don't have any wings...so are you a mage of some form then?"
“Oh, I’m a bralani, though I used to be an archangel”
She seems a bit confused. "Quite the change there." She takes a sip from her cider. "And why did you change?"
Methuselah walks over to one of the trees, about 15 feet tall, so they can see over it. they Notice Rune, and say, "Who are you?"
Ursula notices Webb, and scuttles over to them. "Do you need anything?" they ask.
“I’m rune, who are you?”
”nah just wanna watch”
"Methuselah, Ancient Guardian of the forests."
"and why is that?"
“So you’re the one that protects the overworld”
”well- is Bolehs here right now”
"-yes. i do, though i have never heard it been called the 'overworld' before."
"no, she isn't.
“It’s occurring to me more and more that the terms I use are different than the standardized terms here-“
”thank goodness cuz I don’t think I could be around her right now”
"hmm. Second question, What are You?"
"why not?"
“I’m an enderman”
”well lately whenever I’m near her it feels like my chest is about to explode”
"Enderman? never heard of those before. where are you from?"
"why?"
“Well, I was born in the end, but I live in the overworld now”
”I dunno, i’ve never felt this way before”
"the end?"
"when did it start?"
*is Ursula Webb's therapist?*
“It’s a dimension where most enderman live, there was an attack on it recently”
“Eh- couple days ago maybe”
[[ no but also yes :] ]]
"oh-thats horrible."
"alright. what did she do that made it start?"
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i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
Suddenly, the winds pick up, and lightning flashes outside the tavern. The wind and thunder shake the windows. Oddly enough though, there isn't a cloud in the sky, just a concentrated whirlwind of storm energy right outside the tavern. Eventually, it hands, and a beautiful female Triton is standing there. She wears ornate robes with a wand on one of her hips, and a staff that seems to be made out of a single, massive icicle in her hand. Her dark green hair has a few streaks of bright blonde in it. She has pale blue skin, and deep violet eyes that seem to search this new world that she has found herself in. She makes her way into the tavern, electricity seeming to crackle faintly around her.
Myrn is sipping a Shirley Temple, and waves her over
She raises an eyebrow slightly, and walks over. A small wave of static crackles hovering in the air behind her, and her staff leaving small circles of frost wherever it touches the ground. The static seems to dissipate the more she moves though, as though it's a side effect of how she was brought here.
“Hey there, I’m Myrn” he smiles at her
She smiles the tinniest bit. "Bitrelyn Stormchild." She says simply. "Can you tell me where exactly I ended up this time?" She sounds slightly exasperated, and yet surprisingly calm, as though this has happened to her hundreds of times before. "Riding Storms across worlds sometimes leads you to places you don't intend to go." She explains wryly.
“You, my friend, are in Entropy” he spins around on the barstool “may I pay for a drink? That is if you want one”
She smiles a little more. "Sure. Sparkling hard cider." She says, taking a seat next to Myrn. Her staff coats a section of the bar in frost as she leans it against the bar.
“So, may I ask why you were riding a storm?”
She chuckles. "Teleportation of a sort, although a bit more unpredictable..." she sighs as her cider arrives, taking a sip of it, smiling a little more. "Anyways, before that mishap, I had just gotten done battling a duo of storm elementals. Nasty tempers, those things have."
“Heh- once I fought a storm elemental too, it blew me out to sea so I ended up having to fly all the way back to the city- it was a mess”
She looks quizzically at him, before peering at his back. "You don't have any wings...so are you a mage of some form then?"
“Oh, I’m a bralani, though I used to be an archangel”
She seems a bit confused. "Quite the change there." She takes a sip from her cider. "And why did you change?"
“Being an angel didn’t really allow the kind of chaos I need in order to feel like not dying…again”
Suddenly, the winds pick up, and lightning flashes outside the tavern. The wind and thunder shake the windows. Oddly enough though, there isn't a cloud in the sky, just a concentrated whirlwind of storm energy right outside the tavern. Eventually, it hands, and a beautiful female Triton is standing there. She wears ornate robes with a wand on one of her hips, and a staff that seems to be made out of a single, massive icicle in her hand. Her dark green hair has a few streaks of bright blonde in it. She has pale blue skin, and deep violet eyes that seem to search this new world that she has found herself in. She makes her way into the tavern, electricity seeming to crackle faintly around her.
Ariadne notices the triton, sipping their tea while eyeing them.
She makes her way over to the bar, a small wave of static crackles hovering in the air behind her, and her staff leaving small circles of frost wherever it touches the ground
"why hello there." Says Ariadne. "what are you doing here on this fine day?"
"First off, where even is here?" She says, ordering a sparkling hard cider.
"the tavern at the end of the world." Ariadne replies, sipping tea.
"What world?"
"Entropy. first time here?"
"Definitely. Wasn't even aiming for another world, but obviously the storms had other ideas." She sips on her mug of hard cider, smiling slightly now. Noticeably, the area of bar around where her staff rests has become covered in frost.
"thats why i don't use teleportation magic. its unpredictable As (1GP). Anyways, nice staff ya got there." they say, twirling their own snake staff thingy.
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i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
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"hmm. Second question, What are You?"
"why not?"
Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
“I’m an enderman”
”well lately whenever I’m near her it feels like my chest is about to explode”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
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She smiles a little more. "Sure. Sparkling hard cider." She says, taking a seat next to Myrn. Her staff coats a section of the bar in frost as she leans it against the bar.
"Enderman? never heard of those before. where are you from?"
"why?"
Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
“So, may I ask why you were riding a storm?”
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AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
“Well, I was born in the end, but I live in the overworld now”
”I dunno, i’ve never felt this way before”
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AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
She chuckles. "Teleportation of a sort, although a bit more unpredictable..." she sighs as her cider arrives, taking a sip of it, smiling a little more. "Anyways, before that mishap, I had just gotten done battling a duo of storm elementals. Nasty tempers, those things have."
"What world?"
"the end?"
"when did it start?"
*is Ursula Webb's therapist?*
Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
“Heh- once I fought a storm elemental too, it blew me out to sea so I ended up having to fly all the way back to the city- it was a mess”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"Entropy. first time here?"
Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
She looks quizzically at him, before peering at his back. "You don't have any wings...so are you a mage of some form then?"
“It’s a dimension where most enderman live, there was an attack on it recently”
“Eh- couple days ago maybe”
[[ no but also yes :] ]]
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AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"Definitely. Wasn't even aiming for another world, but obviously the storms had other ideas." She sips on her mug of hard cider, smiling slightly now. Noticeably, the area of bar around where her staff rests has become covered in frost.
“Oh, I’m a bralani, though I used to be an archangel”
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AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*Webb's got a crush. Webb's got a crush...*
She seems a bit confused. "Quite the change there." She takes a sip from her cider. "And why did you change?"
"oh-thats horrible."
"alright. what did she do that made it start?"
Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
“Being an angel didn’t really allow the kind of chaos I need in order to feel like not dying…again”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"thats why i don't use teleportation magic. its unpredictable As (1GP). Anyways, nice staff ya got there." they say, twirling their own snake staff thingy.
Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.