"Your arm has been healed." Samaritan explains, poking it.
With a wave of her hand, she produces her cane. The bone devil disappears into thin air as that energy suddenly turns into a shield that floats around Sparrow.
Luciano stand up and hugs him "I am so so sorry."
He holds up his other arm, which was broken just a moment ago, but has healed "Huh? Oh they both have."
Oh yeah Sparrow output enough damage to kill the lich, so the Death Knight is the only one left, and he uses a dash to try and escape out of the door they both came in through. Stroth gets an attack of opportunity.
He take the hug, hugging them back "I wish I could go back, but I can't. It's unfortunately."
"Oh, I didn't notice. Thanks for that!" She thinks for a little moment. "Good to hear you're doing okay. I'm doing well too! Been practicing magic, as is usual."
The crooked flower leans down slightly, its largest flower head lowering to about eye-level with Tim. The inner discs of its flowers are as dark and empty-looking as a black hole, seemingly absorbing the ambient light from both Tim and their surroundings. "I am Helianth- a traveler on a culinary expedition. Who are you?"
She pats their head softly "Good ta hear, hows it goin' on that Cantrip ya cast? Have things gotten easier fer ya?" She says, smelling the nature around them, softly smiling.
The light Tim radiates is potent magic, the air around him heavy with how much is within. He looks at them curiously, growing less and less afraid as they go more polite and treat him with kindness. "I-I'm... I'm Tim... I don't know what I am..." He says, looking back down to his shoes, the laces untied, his plastic skin shining softly.
The little shadow-creature sits down on the soil, also simply basking in her surroundings. "It's going pretty well! I do think things have gotten a bit easier for me." She chirps, demonstrating by making another little shower of magical sparks from her outstretched hand. "I remember that book saying something about the first spell a person learns is the hardest. That most of it's attuning to and channeling the magic needed. So, I've been trying to get channeling the magic down to muscle memory."
Helianth basks in the magical aura, the rest of its flower heads siphoning ambient light while its largest remains fixated on Tim. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Tim." It replies.
She sits down next to them, crossing her strong legs, stretching her shoulders as she picks an apple from a tree. She looks down to them "That book's tellin' the truth, once ya got one down, the next get all that easier until yer castin' 9th level spells with ease." She smiles, putting the apple in her mouth and swallowing it whole, visible as it moves down her throat into her stomach. She applauds their sparks.
He looks to the head that absorb the light, unaware it is coming from them as they turn back "N-nice to meet you too... welcome to L-Lord's Point..." He begins to fidget with his thumbs, looking down at them.
*Sorry about the delay.*
She looks up at the midday sky though the trees, at the stars she knows are there. "That's good to know." She looks back at Merabelle, smiling. "I think I'm going to try learning one, maybe two more spells with this book. After that, I think I'll be ready to start learning how to be a druid."
The husk looks around with all its flower heads. "Is that where this is? Good to know. I might spend some time here before... well, I needn't bother you with that."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Your arm has been healed." Samaritan explains, poking it.
With a wave of her hand, she produces her cane. The bone devil disappears into thin air as that energy suddenly turns into a shield that floats around Sparrow.
Luciano stand up and hugs him "I am so so sorry."
He holds up his other arm, which was broken just a moment ago, but has healed "Huh? Oh they both have."
Oh yeah Sparrow output enough damage to kill the lich, so the Death Knight is the only one left, and he uses a dash to try and escape out of the door they both came in through. Stroth gets an attack of opportunity.
He take the hug, hugging them back "I wish I could go back, but I can't. It's unfortunately."
"That is a good thing." Samartian says.
"There was a crooked man, who made a crooked deal.." Her arm suddenly begins to crack in horrible ways, bending and distorting "He kept a crooked cane, and his catch in a crooked creel." her entire body begins to crack and bend in horrible ways as well, too many joints, too long of limbs "He stole a crooked child, who gave a crooked squeal.." Her arms bend their way out the door, snatching the death knight and dragging him back. Her distorted features, with too long a jaw, huge dark eyes, and stretched skin "and that crooked little man was broken on a wheel..." She devours the knight whole, a bloody disgusting mess.
She looks up at the midday sky though the trees, at the stars she knows are there. "That's good to know." She looks back at Merabelle, smiling. "I think I'm going to try learning one, maybe two more spells with this book. After that, I think I'll be ready to start learning how to be a druid."
The husk looks around with all its flower heads. "Is that where this is? Good to know. I might spend some time here before... well, I needn't bother you with that."
They pat her head softly, looking up to the stars as well, the connection she has to them firmly in her mind "An' I'll be happy ta teach ya what I can every step o' the way. Ya really do have a lot o' potential, an' I want ta see ya shine brighter than the stars in the sky, cause I know ya can."
They look around with them, and when they look back to him, his skin strangely perfectly reflects theirs "Y-you aren't bothering me with anything. I-it's fine, don't worry."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"There was a crooked man, who made a crooked deal.." Her arm suddenly begins to crack in horrible ways, bending and distorting "He kept a crooked cane, and his catch in a crooked creel." her entire body begins to crack and bend in horrible ways as well, too many joints, too long of limbs "He stole a crooked child, who gave a crooked squeal.." Her arms bend their way out the door, snatching the death knight and dragging him back. Her distorted features, with too long a jaw, huge dark eyes, and stretched skin "and that crooked little man was broken on a wheel..." She devours the knight whole, a bloody disgusting mess.
"May I ask why or is that too sensitive a topic?"
He shrugs "Welp, see ya when I fall." He waves before beginning to climb back up, incredibly fast on the climb.
Sparrow watches the Death Knight get consumed before taking the coin out of their pocket. A nick seems to appear on the side of the coin, almost filling the ring around with nicks. He walks over to her, hugging her softly "We did it, job's done, they both ain't comin' back. The bosses are happy o' the job we did. Love you Stroth, want ta get goin' now?"
"You can ask, it's okay, I am at peace with it." He says, crossing his legs, taking deep breaths, practiced.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She looks up at the midday sky though the trees, at the stars she knows are there. "That's good to know." She looks back at Merabelle, smiling. "I think I'm going to try learning one, maybe two more spells with this book. After that, I think I'll be ready to start learning how to be a druid."
The husk looks around with all its flower heads. "Is that where this is? Good to know. I might spend some time here before... well, I needn't bother you with that."
They pat her head softly, looking up to the stars as well, the connection she has to them firmly in her mind "An' I'll be happy ta teach ya what I can every step o' the way. Ya really do have a lot o' potential, an' I want ta see ya shine brighter than the stars in the sky, cause I know ya can."
They look around with them, and when they look back to him, his skin strangely perfectly reflects theirs "Y-you aren't bothering me with anything. I-it's fine, don't worry."
Omori grins ear to ear, excited for whatever the future holds. "And I'm gonna give it my all, same as always!" She produces the book of magic from her satchel. "Now, to see what other spells are here." She cracks open the tome, leafing through pages for something that catches her eye.
Helianth's full attention is turned to Tim. "In that case... would you like to know a secret?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She looks up at the midday sky though the trees, at the stars she knows are there. "That's good to know." She looks back at Merabelle, smiling. "I think I'm going to try learning one, maybe two more spells with this book. After that, I think I'll be ready to start learning how to be a druid."
The husk looks around with all its flower heads. "Is that where this is? Good to know. I might spend some time here before... well, I needn't bother you with that."
They pat her head softly, looking up to the stars as well, the connection she has to them firmly in her mind "An' I'll be happy ta teach ya what I can every step o' the way. Ya really do have a lot o' potential, an' I want ta see ya shine brighter than the stars in the sky, cause I know ya can."
They look around with them, and when they look back to him, his skin strangely perfectly reflects theirs "Y-you aren't bothering me with anything. I-it's fine, don't worry."
Omori grins ear to ear, excited for whatever the future holds. "And I'm gonna give it my all, same as always!" She produces the book of magic from her satchel. "Now, to see what other spells are here." She cracks open the tome, leafing through pages for something that catches her eye.
Helianth's full attention is turned to Tim. "In that case... would you like to know a secret?"
Merabelle looks over their shoulder, telling Omori the spells she knows that she may be able to help with. Pointing at pages with a clawed finger, matching her grin with an equally wide one, her fangs out and sharp as knives.
Tim seems a bit wary for a moment but nods "I... I won't tell anyone if you tell me..." Their eyes shift to match the void blackness of Helianth's, Tim doesn't seem aware of this.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She looks up at the midday sky though the trees, at the stars she knows are there. "That's good to know." She looks back at Merabelle, smiling. "I think I'm going to try learning one, maybe two more spells with this book. After that, I think I'll be ready to start learning how to be a druid."
The husk looks around with all its flower heads. "Is that where this is? Good to know. I might spend some time here before... well, I needn't bother you with that."
They pat her head softly, looking up to the stars as well, the connection she has to them firmly in her mind "An' I'll be happy ta teach ya what I can every step o' the way. Ya really do have a lot o' potential, an' I want ta see ya shine brighter than the stars in the sky, cause I know ya can."
They look around with them, and when they look back to him, his skin strangely perfectly reflects theirs "Y-you aren't bothering me with anything. I-it's fine, don't worry."
Omori grins ear to ear, excited for whatever the future holds. "And I'm gonna give it my all, same as always!" She produces the book of magic from her satchel. "Now, to see what other spells are here." She cracks open the tome, leafing through pages for something that catches her eye.
Helianth's full attention is turned to Tim. "In that case... would you like to know a secret?"
Merabelle looks over their shoulder, telling Omori the spells she knows that she may be able to help with. Pointing at pages with a clawed finger, matching her grin with an equally wide one, her fangs out and sharp as knives.
Tim seems a bit wary for a moment but nods "I... I won't tell anyone if you tell me..." Their eyes shift to match the void blackness of Helianth's, Tim doesn't seem aware of this.
After a minute, she finds one that catches her interest: Mage Hand. "Ooh, that one looks fun!" She remarks to no one in particular upon seeing it.
"Good. Here's why I'm really here." It leans down towards around where Tim's ear is with its flower head, despite that not being the source of its voice, and whispers: "I'm here to eat the sun." After, it pulls away from him, chuckling.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
After a minute, she finds one that catches her interest: Mage Hand. "Ooh, that one looks fun!" She remarks to no one in particular upon seeing it.
"Good. Here's why I'm really here." It leans down towards around where Tim's ear is with its flower head, despite that not being the source of its voice, and whispers: "I'm here to eat the sun." After, it pulls away from him, chuckling.
She doesn't know that one "Oh, that one sounds real interestin'. Don't know it myself, but maybe we can learn it together?" She says, beginning to read everything on it.
They look back up confused, looking to the sun in the sky, and back to them a few times over before saying "W-why? Plants need the sun... right?" The more they are close to each other, the more Tim appears to reflect them, their body magically changing.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
After a minute, she finds one that catches her interest: Mage Hand. "Ooh, that one looks fun!" She remarks to no one in particular upon seeing it.
"Good. Here's why I'm really here." It leans down towards around where Tim's ear is with its flower head, despite that not being the source of its voice, and whispers: "I'm here to eat the sun." After, it pulls away from him, chuckling.
She doesn't know that one "Oh, that one sounds real interestin'. Don't know it myself, but maybe we can learn it together?" She says, beginning to read everything on it.
They look back up confused, looking to the sun in the sky, and back to them a few times over before saying "W-why? Plants need the sun... right?" The more they are close to each other, the more Tim appears to reflect them, their body magically changing.
"Sure! Sounds like it'd be fun!" She also begins reading everything on the pages with keen interest.
"Yes, yes, but so do I. The sun's light is the finest delicacy I can find. And I am very hungry." It laughs a booming laugh, the very sky seemingly dimming in response for a moment."After all, there are so many stars across the world! What's one sun less? It'll be decades at least before anyone notices!"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"There was a crooked man, who made a crooked deal.." Her arm suddenly begins to crack in horrible ways, bending and distorting "He kept a crooked cane, and his catch in a crooked creel." her entire body begins to crack and bend in horrible ways as well, too many joints, too long of limbs "He stole a crooked child, who gave a crooked squeal.." Her arms bend their way out the door, snatching the death knight and dragging him back. Her distorted features, with too long a jaw, huge dark eyes, and stretched skin "and that crooked little man was broken on a wheel..." She devours the knight whole, a bloody disgusting mess.
"May I ask why or is that too sensitive a topic?"
He shrugs "Welp, see ya when I fall." He waves before beginning to climb back up, incredibly fast on the climb.
Sparrow watches the Death Knight get consumed before taking the coin out of their pocket. A nick seems to appear on the side of the coin, almost filling the ring around with nicks. He walks over to her, hugging her softly "We did it, job's done, they both ain't comin' back. The bosses are happy o' the job we did. Love you Stroth, want ta get goin' now?"
"You can ask, it's okay, I am at peace with it." He says, crossing his legs, taking deep breaths, practiced.
Samartian watches, sitting down on the ground. He seems a bit worried.
She reverts back and coughs up blood "Yeah, I might need medical attention or something." She chuckles.
Luciano smiles softly "Perhaps we should talk about something less... grief inducing."
"Sure! Sounds like it'd be fun!" She also begins reading everything on the pages with keen interest.
"Yes, yes, but so do I. The sun's light is the finest delicacy I can find. And I am very hungry." It laughs a booming laugh, the very sky seemingly dimming in response for a moment."After all, there are so many stars across the world! What's one sun less? It'll be decades at least before anyone notices!"
"Good ta hear, we should get ta tryin' on it soon enough." She pat their head, walking over to her cave, putting away all of her things.
They look around in fear, looking to the sky, confused by the darkening "C-can't you take a different star...? One that isn't needed... for surviving...?" He says, his skin reverting back to the plastic he once had.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Sure! Sounds like it'd be fun!" She also begins reading everything on the pages with keen interest.
"Yes, yes, but so do I. The sun's light is the finest delicacy I can find. And I am very hungry." It laughs a booming laugh, the very sky seemingly dimming in response for a moment."After all, there are so many stars across the world! What's one sun less? It'll be decades at least before anyone notices!"
"Good ta hear, we should get ta tryin' on it soon enough." She pat their head, walking over to her cave, putting away all of her things.
They look around in fear, looking to the sky, confused by the darkening "C-can't you take a different star...? One that isn't needed... for surviving...?" He says, his skin reverting back to the plastic he once had.
She follows Merabelle, helping her put things away and using prestidigitation to clean some of the paintbrushes.
"Does that really matter in the grand scheme of things? When I get far enough along in my plans, I'll just make new ones and put them back before anyone has an inkling of an idea what I've done! Besides, this world can do without for a little while." It truly doesn't seem to fully grasp the consequences of what it's planning on doing.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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He holds up his other arm, which was broken just a moment ago, but has healed "Huh? Oh they both have."
Oh yeah Sparrow output enough damage to kill the lich, so the Death Knight is the only one left, and he uses a dash to try and escape out of the door they both came in through. Stroth gets an attack of opportunity.
He take the hug, hugging them back "I wish I could go back, but I can't. It's unfortunately."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Sorry about the delay.*
She looks up at the midday sky though the trees, at the stars she knows are there. "That's good to know." She looks back at Merabelle, smiling. "I think I'm going to try learning one, maybe two more spells with this book. After that, I think I'll be ready to start learning how to be a druid."
The husk looks around with all its flower heads. "Is that where this is? Good to know. I might spend some time here before... well, I needn't bother you with that."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"That is a good thing." Samartian says.
"There was a crooked man, who made a crooked deal.." Her arm suddenly begins to crack in horrible ways, bending and distorting "He kept a crooked cane, and his catch in a crooked creel." her entire body begins to crack and bend in horrible ways as well, too many joints, too long of limbs "He stole a crooked child, who gave a crooked squeal.." Her arms bend their way out the door, snatching the death knight and dragging him back. Her distorted features, with too long a jaw, huge dark eyes, and stretched skin "and that crooked little man was broken on a wheel..." She devours the knight whole, a bloody disgusting mess.
"May I ask why or is that too sensitive a topic?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
They pat her head softly, looking up to the stars as well, the connection she has to them firmly in her mind "An' I'll be happy ta teach ya what I can every step o' the way. Ya really do have a lot o' potential, an' I want ta see ya shine brighter than the stars in the sky, cause I know ya can."
They look around with them, and when they look back to him, his skin strangely perfectly reflects theirs "Y-you aren't bothering me with anything. I-it's fine, don't worry."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He shrugs "Welp, see ya when I fall." He waves before beginning to climb back up, incredibly fast on the climb.
Sparrow watches the Death Knight get consumed before taking the coin out of their pocket. A nick seems to appear on the side of the coin, almost filling the ring around with nicks. He walks over to her, hugging her softly "We did it, job's done, they both ain't comin' back. The bosses are happy o' the job we did. Love you Stroth, want ta get goin' now?"
"You can ask, it's okay, I am at peace with it." He says, crossing his legs, taking deep breaths, practiced.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Omori grins ear to ear, excited for whatever the future holds. "And I'm gonna give it my all, same as always!" She produces the book of magic from her satchel. "Now, to see what other spells are here." She cracks open the tome, leafing through pages for something that catches her eye.
Helianth's full attention is turned to Tim. "In that case... would you like to know a secret?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Merabelle looks over their shoulder, telling Omori the spells she knows that she may be able to help with. Pointing at pages with a clawed finger, matching her grin with an equally wide one, her fangs out and sharp as knives.
Tim seems a bit wary for a moment but nods "I... I won't tell anyone if you tell me..." Their eyes shift to match the void blackness of Helianth's, Tim doesn't seem aware of this.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
After a minute, she finds one that catches her interest: Mage Hand. "Ooh, that one looks fun!" She remarks to no one in particular upon seeing it.
"Good. Here's why I'm really here." It leans down towards around where Tim's ear is with its flower head, despite that not being the source of its voice, and whispers: "I'm here to eat the sun." After, it pulls away from him, chuckling.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
(anyone want to rp)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*gladly, just give me about an hour, connection is rather spotty atm*
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
She doesn't know that one "Oh, that one sounds real interestin'. Don't know it myself, but maybe we can learn it together?" She says, beginning to read everything on it.
They look back up confused, looking to the sun in the sky, and back to them a few times over before saying "W-why? Plants need the sun... right?" The more they are close to each other, the more Tim appears to reflect them, their body magically changing.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Sure! Sounds like it'd be fun!" She also begins reading everything on the pages with keen interest.
"Yes, yes, but so do I. The sun's light is the finest delicacy I can find. And I am very hungry." It laughs a booming laugh, the very sky seemingly dimming in response for a moment. "After all, there are so many stars across the world! What's one sun less? It'll be decades at least before anyone notices!"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Samartian watches, sitting down on the ground. He seems a bit worried.
She reverts back and coughs up blood "Yeah, I might need medical attention or something." She chuckles.
Luciano smiles softly "Perhaps we should talk about something less... grief inducing."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*I love homebrewing monsters. I'm making The Herald rn.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He falls again, but is able to put his blade into the side, and not break something when he lands. He sees them and tilts "Are you okay?"
He hugs her tightly, before licking them up to piggyback off of him, heading back towards the town's hospital.
"Perhaps..." He chuckles weakly, "Are you hungry? I may be able to make you something to eat."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Good ta hear, we should get ta tryin' on it soon enough." She pat their head, walking over to her cave, putting away all of her things.
They look around in fear, looking to the sky, confused by the darkening "C-can't you take a different star...? One that isn't needed... for surviving...?" He says, his skin reverting back to the plastic he once had.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Ah my favorite Sadist gets to have a statblock, yay!*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Mhm, just concerned my best line chef won't be ready for tomorrow." He chuckles.
She giggles madly, hugging his neck. (I love that curse I made for her.)
"Oh? Oh no no no, I don't want to waste your time my friend." He smiles
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*I already have one for Stroth, one for Samartian, one for William, one for Yuri, one for Donn, and one for The Brand.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She follows Merabelle, helping her put things away and using prestidigitation to clean some of the paintbrushes.
"Does that really matter in the grand scheme of things? When I get far enough along in my plans, I'll just make new ones and put them back before anyone has an inkling of an idea what I've done! Besides, this world can do without for a little while." It truly doesn't seem to fully grasp the consequences of what it's planning on doing.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)