Merabelle has finished passing out gumbo for now, and is now in her workout clothes, working out, her tail swaying as she goes for a run. Sweat runs down her grey skin, in her black workout shorts and crop top, currently taking a break to eat some of the gumbo herself on a park bench.
Tim has become more used to what he is, though he still doesn't know what that exactly is. He has actually gone back to making beautiful pottery, smiling softly as he does so, sitting on a small chair in front of the Inn.
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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.'
Loriche is in the library for the first time, getting as many books as possible for Home.
Riotan is trying to make a hezrou with his expert taxidermy skills and the bodies of all the animals from yesterday.
[others available upon request]
Damian watches them with a soft smile on his face, though the flame in his chest is dimmer than usual.
They find Geralt slumped over at one of the tables, the entire time they've been there he hasn't moved.
Merabelle, who was in the middle of a workout as the time, stops to watch Riotan work, curious as to how it'll go.
Mauric goes over to Damian. “How’re you holding up?”
She pokes him tentatively.
Currently, he’s stitching together crocodile, bear, and hare body parts and stuffing it with a mix of grave dirt and powdered scrapings from his own hide.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Loriche is in the library for the first time, getting as many books as possible for Home.
Riotan is trying to make a hezrou with his expert taxidermy skills and the bodies of all the animals from yesterday.
[others available upon request]
Lore walks over to Thirteen, grumbling.
William walks over to Mauric and hands him what appears to be a gift bag.
Samaritan is keeping an eye on him.
“Good afternoon! Would you like to join our game? Caramel and I are currently feuding over Iceland and it’s so much more fun with three than with two.”
Mauric looks surprised. “Wait, for me?”
Rio is, for once, keeping his eyes off of Samaritan and is busy sewing up the chest cavity of his latest fiendish abomination.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Loriche is in the library for the first time, getting as many books as possible for Home.
Riotan is trying to make a hezrou with his expert taxidermy skills and the bodies of all the animals from yesterday.
[others available upon request]
Lore walks over to Thirteen, grumbling.
William walks over to Mauric and hands him what appears to be a gift bag.
Samaritan is keeping an eye on him.
“Good afternoon! Would you like to join our game? Caramel and I are currently feuding over Iceland and it’s so much more fun with three than with two.”
Mauric looks surprised. “Wait, for me?”
Rio is, for once, keeping his eyes off of Samaritan and is busy sewing up the chest cavity of his latest fiendish abomination.
"I am good, thank you though." She nods, flopping on the couch.
Theren is stumbling through the woods to get back to the Inn, clutching a hole in his stomach. He leaves a trail of blood behind him, darkening the snow.
The Litch is dead, Thorfinn's sword through its head. Thorfinn is breathing heavily, blood slick on his head.
Phoenix is making Christmas cookies. The smell of cinnamon and nutmeg in the air.
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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.
Loriche is in the library for the first time, getting as many books as possible for Home.
Riotan is trying to make a hezrou with his expert taxidermy skills and the bodies of all the animals from yesterday.
[others available upon request]
Lore walks over to Thirteen, grumbling.
William walks over to Mauric and hands him what appears to be a gift bag.
Samaritan is keeping an eye on him.
“Good afternoon! Would you like to join our game? Caramel and I are currently feuding over Iceland and it’s so much more fun with three than with two.”
Mauric looks surprised. “Wait, for me?”
Rio is, for once, keeping his eyes off of Samaritan and is busy sewing up the chest cavity of his latest fiendish abomination.
"I am good, thank you though." She nods, flopping on the couch.
He nods "You want it or not?"
"What are you making?" He tilts his head.
*just did myers-briggs for thirteen, got INTJ*
“What’s wrong?”
“Well yeah of course. Thanks so much!” He opens it curiously.
“Hezrou. Since the marilith ran away, I need a new variety of minion in case I run into any serious enemies.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Theren is stumbling through the woods to get back to the Inn, clutching a hole in his stomach. He leaves a trail of blood behind him, darkening the snow.
*oh no, what’s wrong?*
Suhou bursts out of the snow, looking far more solid than usual, pasque flowers replacing the usual seaweed and kelp that flows through their form. They look up at Theren and gesture with their head for him to sit.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Loriche is in the library for the first time, getting as many books as possible for Home.
Riotan is trying to make a hezrou with his expert taxidermy skills and the bodies of all the animals from yesterday.
[others available upon request]
Damian watches them with a soft smile on his face, though the flame in his chest is dimmer than usual.
They find Geralt slumped over at one of the tables, the entire time they've been there he hasn't moved.
Merabelle, who was in the middle of a workout as the time, stops to watch Riotan work, curious as to how it'll go.
Mauric goes over to Damian. “How’re you holding up?”
She pokes him tentatively.
Currently, he’s stitching together crocodile, bear, and hare body parts and stuffing it with a mix of grave dirt and powdered scrapings from his own hide.
"I'm doing great, haven't had any dark thoughts since yesterday."
His head shoots up, his eyes full of madness and hellfire, smiling wide.
"What're you doin' now Riotan?" She says, putting her hands on her hips and sighing, rolling her eyes and shaking her head.
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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.'
Loriche is in the library for the first time, getting as many books as possible for Home.
Riotan is trying to make a hezrou with his expert taxidermy skills and the bodies of all the animals from yesterday.
[others available upon request]
Lore walks over to Thirteen, grumbling.
William walks over to Mauric and hands him what appears to be a gift bag.
Samaritan is keeping an eye on him.
“Good afternoon! Would you like to join our game? Caramel and I are currently feuding over Iceland and it’s so much more fun with three than with two.”
Mauric looks surprised. “Wait, for me?”
Rio is, for once, keeping his eyes off of Samaritan and is busy sewing up the chest cavity of his latest fiendish abomination.
"I am good, thank you though." She nods, flopping on the couch.
He nods "You want it or not?"
"What are you making?" He tilts his head.
*just did myers-briggs for thirteen, got INTJ*
“What’s wrong?”
“Well yeah of course. Thanks so much!” He opens it curiously.
“Hezrou. Since the marilith ran away, I need a new variety of minion in case I run into any serious enemies.”
*I love the Myers Briggs test, its so silly.*
"Tired, hungry, a bit mad." She sighs "Baby is kicking.."
Inside is a set of really nice stainless steel kitchen tools like a spoon, a draining spoon, a ladle, and multiple items.
*Gladly malady, may you wish to have anyone?*
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.)
"Wanna help me get good at usin' magic?"
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 summons her spellbook.
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
*Seems like a good place to end, what do ya think?*
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.)
*Merabelle and Tim, please.*
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)
Thirteen is playing Risk with Caramel at a booth.
Mauric is making sauerbraten.
Loriche is in the library for the first time, getting as many books as possible for Home.
Riotan is trying to make a hezrou with his expert taxidermy skills and the bodies of all the animals from yesterday.
[others available upon request]
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Of course.*
Merabelle has finished passing out gumbo for now, and is now in her workout clothes, working out, her tail swaying as she goes for a run. Sweat runs down her grey skin, in her black workout shorts and crop top, currently taking a break to eat some of the gumbo herself on a park bench.
Tim has become more used to what he is, though he still doesn't know what that exactly is. He has actually gone back to making beautiful pottery, smiling softly as he does so, sitting on a small chair in front of the Inn.
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.)
Damian watches them with a soft smile on his face, though the flame in his chest is dimmer than usual.
They find Geralt slumped over at one of the tables, the entire time they've been there he hasn't moved.
Merabelle, who was in the middle of a workout as the time, stops to watch Riotan work, curious as to how it'll go.
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.)
Lore walks over to Thirteen, grumbling.
William walks over to Mauric and hands him what appears to be a gift bag.
Samaritan is keeping an eye on him.
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
*Welp, things got quiet fast. Guess I'll start working on my new thread idea unless someone wants to rp.*
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.)
Mauric goes over to Damian. “How’re you holding up?”
She pokes him tentatively.
Currently, he’s stitching together crocodile, bear, and hare body parts and stuffing it with a mix of grave dirt and powdered scrapings from his own hide.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(hello again)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
“Good afternoon! Would you like to join our game? Caramel and I are currently feuding over Iceland and it’s so much more fun with three than with two.”
Mauric looks surprised. “Wait, for me?”
Rio is, for once, keeping his eyes off of Samaritan and is busy sewing up the chest cavity of his latest fiendish abomination.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I am good, thank you though." She nods, flopping on the couch.
He nods "You want it or not?"
"What are you making?" He tilts his head.
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 feel sick*
Theren is stumbling through the woods to get back to the Inn, clutching a hole in his stomach. He leaves a trail of blood behind him, darkening the snow.
The Litch is dead, Thorfinn's sword through its head. Thorfinn is breathing heavily, blood slick on his head.
Phoenix is making Christmas cookies. The smell of cinnamon and nutmeg in the air.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*just did myers-briggs for thirteen, got INTJ*
“What’s wrong?”
“Well yeah of course. Thanks so much!” He opens it curiously.
“Hezrou. Since the marilith ran away, I need a new variety of minion in case I run into any serious enemies.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*oh no, what’s wrong?*
Suhou bursts out of the snow, looking far more solid than usual, pasque flowers replacing the usual seaweed and kelp that flows through their form. They look up at Theren and gesture with their head for him to sit.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I'm doing great, haven't had any dark thoughts since yesterday."
His head shoots up, his eyes full of madness and hellfire, smiling wide.
"What're you doin' now Riotan?" She says, putting her hands on her hips and sighing, rolling her eyes and shaking her head.
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.)
*I love the Myers Briggs test, its so silly.*
"Tired, hungry, a bit mad." She sighs "Baby is kicking.."
Inside is a set of really nice stainless steel kitchen tools like a spoon, a draining spoon, a ladle, and multiple items.
"Mn, you have enemies?" He asks sarcastically.
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
*Maybe you should rest*
Darius is also there, just looking at the corpse.
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.)