Theren is sitting in the snow outside making a small snowman. He has a thick fur coat over his shoulders and a scarf wrapped around his neck.
The Litch is summoning more skeletons for his army, the ground around the castle shuddering and rumbling.
Thorfinn is running through the woods towards the castle, the frosty air biting at his lungs.
The Litch notices that the shadows in his castle have become more like holes in the fabric of this reality. Through a shadow on the floor, The Herald crawls out. His bones crack in odd ways as his joints align into something more human. The tendrils connected to his coat writhe about, the bladed edges glinting in the dim light. His mask is emotionless, just a blank face made of black ceramic. "I thought I smelled something out here."
*Can we do Theren and Lore as well? If that's okay with you of course.*
The Litch cracks a smile and claps his hands, the bony fingers clacking.
Lore is having a hard time moving but comes outside with Harmonia, still waking up a bit.
He tilts his head to the side "Why are you here?"
Theren stands up, walking over. "Hey hon...how ya feeling?"
Samaritan is outside, waiting for his shipment of flour to arrive. He leans against the restaurant wall by the loading dock, grumbling about the rain. He is dressed in his chef's clothes along with his jacket to keep himself warm.
Father Luciano is sitting on the steps to the church, sipping hot chocolate he made himself. He is watching the rain fall from the sky, enjoying this little moment of peace. He is bundled up in warm clothing to beat the chill.
The Herald, despite not being a believer in the holidays, has somehow found a necklace that is made up of Christmas-esque bulbs that light up and blink in colors. Its a stark contrast to his all-black attire.
Isaac walks by. he is completely drenched but the book he holds in his hand looks dry
Luciano looks up and waves "Hello my son."
he waves back "didn't expect to see anyone else out here"
"I suspect not, dreary day unfortunately."
He nods "rain is nice though"
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Theren is sitting in the snow outside making a small snowman. He has a thick fur coat over his shoulders and a scarf wrapped around his neck.
The Litch is summoning more skeletons for his army, the ground around the castle shuddering and rumbling.
Thorfinn is running through the woods towards the castle, the frosty air biting at his lungs.
The Litch notices that the shadows in his castle have become more like holes in the fabric of this reality. Through a shadow on the floor, The Herald crawls out. His bones crack in odd ways as his joints align into something more human. The tendrils connected to his coat writhe about, the bladed edges glinting in the dim light. His mask is emotionless, just a blank face made of black ceramic. "I thought I smelled something out here."
*Can we do Theren and Lore as well? If that's okay with you of course.*
The Litch cracks a smile and claps his hands, the bony fingers clacking.
Lore is having a hard time moving but comes outside with Harmonia, still waking up a bit.
He tilts his head to the side "Why are you here?"
Theren stands up, walking over. "Hey hon...how ya feeling?"
"Well, to carve the world in a new way." he says
"Eh, not good." She huffs "Out of breath."
"Why?" He tilts his head to the other side.
"Okay, lets get you back inside and warmed up ok?" he says worriedly.
"Because this world is like a pest, it needs to be exterminated."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Samaritan is outside, waiting for his shipment of flour to arrive. He leans against the restaurant wall by the loading dock, grumbling about the rain. He is dressed in his chef's clothes along with his jacket to keep himself warm.
Father Luciano is sitting on the steps to the church, sipping hot chocolate he made himself. He is watching the rain fall from the sky, enjoying this little moment of peace. He is bundled up in warm clothing to beat the chill.
The Herald, despite not being a believer in the holidays, has somehow found a necklace that is made up of Christmas-esque bulbs that light up and blink in colors. Its a stark contrast to his all-black attire.
Isaac walks by. he is completely drenched but the book he holds in his hand looks dry
Luciano looks up and waves "Hello my son."
he waves back "didn't expect to see anyone else out here"
She pulls the cloth off the crate and inside, barely even the size of her hand, is an extremely tiny pony. It looks around, confused a bit.
"I wanted to." He smiles warmly "I know kids can be hard to take care of." he nods.
He chuckles "You are doing very good."
He looks down to the tiny pony, smiling softly "Huh? We gettin' another horse? Sounds good ta me." He comforts the tiny pony, given his years of companionship with ponies, he's decent at it.
He takes the gift, smiling back "I can handle it, you know me." He chuckles softly "I appreciate it."
He stops, not knowing anyone was watching him as he almost trips out of a tree, righting himself mid air and flipping onto another branch, landing perfectly "Thank you."
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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.'
Theren is sitting in the snow outside making a small snowman. He has a thick fur coat over his shoulders and a scarf wrapped around his neck.
The Litch is summoning more skeletons for his army, the ground around the castle shuddering and rumbling.
Thorfinn is running through the woods towards the castle, the frosty air biting at his lungs.
The Litch notices that the shadows in his castle have become more like holes in the fabric of this reality. Through a shadow on the floor, The Herald crawls out. His bones crack in odd ways as his joints align into something more human. The tendrils connected to his coat writhe about, the bladed edges glinting in the dim light. His mask is emotionless, just a blank face made of black ceramic. "I thought I smelled something out here."
*Can we do Theren and Lore as well? If that's okay with you of course.*
The Litch cracks a smile and claps his hands, the bony fingers clacking.
Lore is having a hard time moving but comes outside with Harmonia, still waking up a bit.
He tilts his head to the side "Why are you here?"
Theren stands up, walking over. "Hey hon...how ya feeling?"
"Well, to carve the world in a new way." he says
"Eh, not good." She huffs "Out of breath."
"Why?" He tilts his head to the other side.
"Okay, lets get you back inside and warmed up ok?" he says worriedly.
"Because this world is like a pest, it needs to be exterminated."
She nods and walks back inside, Harmonia still playing outside with Soul. She ists down, huffing.
Omori has finally, finally figured out how to concentrate on Mage Hand so it can actually move and interact with things. It still unravels into flailing tendrils of energy when she moves it about, but that doesn't seem to affect the spell's functionality in the slightest.
Isaac walks in and heads over to her "seems like you figured it out"
"Pretty much, yeah. Still can't figure out when it... unravels... but it doesn't seem to affect the spell's effects, so it should be fine." She replies, using said mage hand to grab her book of magic. The spell doesn't exactly pick up the book: it moreso coils its tendrils around the tome before hoisting it up and dragging it through the air over to Omori.
"if ain't broke don't fix it" Isaac chuckles
"Well said." She chuckles a bit as well. "So, how have you been doing?"
He tilts his hand from side to side
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Eh, cowboys, because they're the easiest to put here. If you want anyone else, please ask.*
Sparrow is training with a longsword for a workout just outside of the woods, he's not half as good as he is with Rosemary, but he definitely isn't bad with the sword either. More average than anything because of what he's used to in comparison. Wearing his usual clothes, except his duster and hat.
Merabelle is happily handing out warm bowls of gumbo to the people who can't get food for themselves as easily. Most originally weren't confident enough to ask with her terrifying appearance, but with her southern hospitality, soothing voice, and overall kindness, she eventually won them over.
Thane has a kid now, so he's making sure to take care of them. He's currently sitting outside of the tavern, pondering whether he should get a job so he could buy a house for them. He didn't need one himself, but he wants this kid to have options he didn't, even if it's not his own kid.
Grimes is in the forest, practicing his acrobatic skills while using his rifle, leaping from tree to tree and hitting targets, making sure he's capable of landing shots while moving. He's doing decent, but he's better from a stationary position because of his inability to judge wind speed as well while moving.
*If anyone else wants cowboys.*
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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.'
Theren is sitting in the snow outside making a small snowman. He has a thick fur coat over his shoulders and a scarf wrapped around his neck.
The Litch is summoning more skeletons for his army, the ground around the castle shuddering and rumbling.
Thorfinn is running through the woods towards the castle, the frosty air biting at his lungs.
The Litch notices that the shadows in his castle have become more like holes in the fabric of this reality. Through a shadow on the floor, The Herald crawls out. His bones crack in odd ways as his joints align into something more human. The tendrils connected to his coat writhe about, the bladed edges glinting in the dim light. His mask is emotionless, just a blank face made of black ceramic. "I thought I smelled something out here."
*Can we do Theren and Lore as well? If that's okay with you of course.*
The Litch cracks a smile and claps his hands, the bony fingers clacking.
Lore is having a hard time moving but comes outside with Harmonia, still waking up a bit.
He tilts his head to the side "Why are you here?"
Theren stands up, walking over. "Hey hon...how ya feeling?"
"Well, to carve the world in a new way." he says
"Eh, not good." She huffs "Out of breath."
"Why?" He tilts his head to the other side.
"Okay, lets get you back inside and warmed up ok?" he says worriedly.
"Because this world is like a pest, it needs to be exterminated."
She nods and walks back inside, Harmonia still playing outside with Soul. She ists down, huffing.
"Why?" he asks again.
Theren kneels in front of her. "Tell me what you need me to do.."
the Litch sighs. "I'm not gonna explain it to you." he claps his hands as Leo and Festus stumble into view.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She pulls the cloth off the crate and inside, barely even the size of her hand, is an extremely tiny pony. It looks around, confused a bit.
"I wanted to." He smiles warmly "I know kids can be hard to take care of." he nods.
He chuckles "You are doing very good."
He looks down to the tiny pony, smiling softly "Huh? We gettin' another horse? Sounds good ta me." He comforts the tiny pony, given his years of companionship with ponies, he's decent at it.
He takes the gift, smiling back "I can handle it, you know me." He chuckles softly "I appreciate it."
He stops, not knowing anyone was watching him as he almost trips out of a tree, righting himself mid air and flipping onto another branch, landing perfectly "Thank you."
"Somebody messed up a reduce spell and now the little guy is stuck like this." She chuckles "Thought you'd like him."
"I know you can but I still like taking care of the team." He chuckled.
TH nods "A new lich has appeared around here. Army, undead, all of the fun stuff. I may pay a visit to him." He folds his arms.
Theren is sitting in the snow outside making a small snowman. He has a thick fur coat over his shoulders and a scarf wrapped around his neck.
The Litch is summoning more skeletons for his army, the ground around the castle shuddering and rumbling.
Thorfinn is running through the woods towards the castle, the frosty air biting at his lungs.
The Litch notices that the shadows in his castle have become more like holes in the fabric of this reality. Through a shadow on the floor, The Herald crawls out. His bones crack in odd ways as his joints align into something more human. The tendrils connected to his coat writhe about, the bladed edges glinting in the dim light. His mask is emotionless, just a blank face made of black ceramic. "I thought I smelled something out here."
*Can we do Theren and Lore as well? If that's okay with you of course.*
The Litch cracks a smile and claps his hands, the bony fingers clacking.
Lore is having a hard time moving but comes outside with Harmonia, still waking up a bit.
He tilts his head to the side "Why are you here?"
Theren stands up, walking over. "Hey hon...how ya feeling?"
"Well, to carve the world in a new way." he says
"Eh, not good." She huffs "Out of breath."
"Why?" He tilts his head to the other side.
"Okay, lets get you back inside and warmed up ok?" he says worriedly.
"Because this world is like a pest, it needs to be exterminated."
She nods and walks back inside, Harmonia still playing outside with Soul. She ists down, huffing.
"Why?" he asks again.
Theren kneels in front of her. "Tell me what you need me to do.."
the Litch sighs. "I'm not gonna explain it to you." he claps his hands as Leo and Festus stumble into view.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." She chuckles, kissing the top of his head.
The Herald chuckles "I would rather like to know." He says, a dagger slipping into his hand.
Omori has finally, finally figured out how to concentrate on Mage Hand so it can actually move and interact with things. It still unravels into flailing tendrils of energy when she moves it about, but that doesn't seem to affect the spell's functionality in the slightest.
Isaac walks in and heads over to her "seems like you figured it out"
"Pretty much, yeah. Still can't figure out when it... unravels... but it doesn't seem to affect the spell's effects, so it should be fine." She replies, using said mage hand to grab her book of magic. The spell doesn't exactly pick up the book: it moreso coils its tendrils around the tome before hoisting it up and dragging it through the air over to Omori.
"if ain't broke don't fix it" Isaac chuckles
"Well said." She chuckles a bit as well. "So, how have you been doing?"
He tilts his hand from side to side
"Yeah, me too." She responds, cracking open the book and flipping to a few of the pages near its end.
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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)
Samaritan is outside, waiting for his shipment of flour to arrive. He leans against the restaurant wall by the loading dock, grumbling about the rain. He is dressed in his chef's clothes along with his jacket to keep himself warm.
Father Luciano is sitting on the steps to the church, sipping hot chocolate he made himself. He is watching the rain fall from the sky, enjoying this little moment of peace. He is bundled up in warm clothing to beat the chill.
The Herald, despite not being a believer in the holidays, has somehow found a necklace that is made up of Christmas-esque bulbs that light up and blink in colors. Its a stark contrast to his all-black attire.
Isaac walks by. he is completely drenched but the book he holds in his hand looks dry
Luciano looks up and waves "Hello my son."
he waves back "didn't expect to see anyone else out here"
"I suspect not, dreary day unfortunately."
He nods "rain is nice though"
"Indeed, a substance of life everywhere."
"and a major reason for wars where it is sparse. funny how that works"
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Omori has finally, finally figured out how to concentrate on Mage Hand so it can actually move and interact with things. It still unravels into flailing tendrils of energy when she moves it about, but that doesn't seem to affect the spell's functionality in the slightest.
Isaac walks in and heads over to her "seems like you figured it out"
"Pretty much, yeah. Still can't figure out when it... unravels... but it doesn't seem to affect the spell's effects, so it should be fine." She replies, using said mage hand to grab her book of magic. The spell doesn't exactly pick up the book: it moreso coils its tendrils around the tome before hoisting it up and dragging it through the air over to Omori.
"if ain't broke don't fix it" Isaac chuckles
"Well said." She chuckles a bit as well. "So, how have you been doing?"
He tilts his hand from side to side
"Yeah, me too." She responds, cracking open the book and flipping to a few of the pages near its end.
"you got something you're stuck on as well?"
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Thorfinn is running through the woods towards the castle, the frosty air biting at his lungs.
Darius has joined them, moving from tree to tree, keeping pace. He has his stone age weapons on him, his greatsword and spear on his back, his shortswords at his sides.
"Eh, not good." She huffs "Out of breath."
"Why?" He tilts his head to the other side.
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
"Uhh, I have no idea." She laughs nervously
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 nods "rain is nice though"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Okay, lets get you back inside and warmed up ok?" he says worriedly.
"Because this world is like a pest, it needs to be exterminated."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Indeed, a substance of life everywhere."
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 looks down to the tiny pony, smiling softly "Huh? We gettin' another horse? Sounds good ta me." He comforts the tiny pony, given his years of companionship with ponies, he's decent at it.
He takes the gift, smiling back "I can handle it, you know me." He chuckles softly "I appreciate it."
He stops, not knowing anyone was watching him as he almost trips out of a tree, righting himself mid air and flipping onto another branch, landing perfectly "Thank you."
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.)
She nods and walks back inside, Harmonia still playing outside with Soul. She ists down, huffing.
"Why?" he asks again.
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
"Alright, I'll just make a whole variety then." She responds.
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)
He tilts his hand from side to side
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*If anyone else wants cowboys.*
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.)
Theren kneels in front of her. "Tell me what you need me to do.."
the Litch sighs. "I'm not gonna explain it to you." he claps his hands as Leo and Festus stumble into view.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Somebody messed up a reduce spell and now the little guy is stuck like this." She chuckles "Thought you'd like him."
"I know you can but I still like taking care of the team." He chuckled.
TH nods "A new lich has appeared around here. Army, undead, all of the fun stuff. I may pay a visit to him." He folds his arms.
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'm fine, I'm fine." She chuckles, kissing the top of his head.
The Herald chuckles "I would rather like to know." He says, a dagger slipping into his hand.
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
"Yeah, me too." She responds, cracking open the book and flipping to a few of the pages near its end.
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)
He holds up his pinky. "Promise me."
"You don't need to." he snarls.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He gingerly picks up the small pony, smiling at them "You know me so well, Shadow's gonna love this little guy." He puts them on a tree stump.
Thane stands up and gives them a big strong hug, grinning wide "You're a good one Arthur."
He jumps down from the tree, putting his rifle down against it "Another lich in down? Is that gonna end up bein' a problem?"
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.)
"and a major reason for wars where it is sparse. funny how that works"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
She nods and pinky promises him "I am, I will tell you if I am not." She grins.
"Unfortunately for you, I do. I would suggest you do." he nods. The mask on his face switches from blank to a skull mask made of pure silver.
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
"you got something you're stuck on as well?"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Darius has joined them, moving from tree to tree, keeping pace. He has his stone age weapons on him, his greatsword and spear on his back, his shortswords at his sides.
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.)