Omori is at the library in Lord's Point, looking through star charts.
Merabelle, despite her large size, finds herself unnoticed by Omori, sitting on a beanbag nearby, watching silently and drinking a smoothie. In her sleek black dress.
Not noticing Merabelle, she produces something from her satchel: A handful of tiny prisms of stark white crystal- each only as big as the tip of a pen, and a coin-sized half-rhombus of clear glass. She inspects the star charts again, as if looking for something specific.
She looks to the star charts, analyzing them for a moment before taking her mouth from the straw of the smoothie cup "Do ya need some help there, sweetheart?" She asks, making herself known as she stands up and comes closer, tracing a clawed finger across the chart.
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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.'
Omori is at the library in Lord's Point, looking through star charts.
Isaac walks in and sits down in one of the chairs, pulling out a book of his own
She looks up at Isaac when she notices him sitting down. "Hello again. Whatcha reading?"
"It's a book on construction of something. want to take a look?"
"Sure, sounds interesting." She leans over a bit to look at the book.
The cover of the book is missing and the first page details a method on how to find stars that are not visible in the night sky through the use of a special lens
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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 is at the library in Lord's Point, looking through star charts.
Merabelle, despite her large size, finds herself unnoticed by Omori, sitting on a beanbag nearby, watching silently and drinking a smoothie. In her sleek black dress.
Not noticing Merabelle, she produces something from her satchel: A handful of tiny prisms of stark white crystal- each only as big as the tip of a pen, and a coin-sized half-rhombus of clear glass. She inspects the star charts again, as if looking for something specific.
She looks to the star charts, analyzing them for a moment before taking her mouth from the straw of the smoothie cup "Do ya need some help there, sweetheart?" She asks, making herself known as she stands up and comes closer, tracing a clawed finger across the chart.
"Oh, hello! I'm trying to make a little star map of my own." She explains, gesturing to the tiny prisms. "The idea I had was, when light shines through it, it projects the image onto a nearby surface. Still not sure if it'll work, though."
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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)
Tearthorn is outside in the snow. He appears to be examining a snowflake he's caught using magic.
Kharn is standing very still outside. He's so covered in snow he could be mistaken for a snowman.
Krail is throwing snowballs at snowman Kharn.
Theren is sitting in the snow bundled in a warm coat and a scarf. He is making miniature snowmen. His eyes are very hollow.
Kharn catches one of the snowballs that Krail is throwing that had gone a bit off to the side. The snow falls off him. He turns to Theren. "You look unwell, friend."
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
Omori is at the library in Lord's Point, looking through star charts.
Merabelle, despite her large size, finds herself unnoticed by Omori, sitting on a beanbag nearby, watching silently and drinking a smoothie. In her sleek black dress.
Not noticing Merabelle, she produces something from her satchel: A handful of tiny prisms of stark white crystal- each only as big as the tip of a pen, and a coin-sized half-rhombus of clear glass. She inspects the star charts again, as if looking for something specific.
She looks to the star charts, analyzing them for a moment before taking her mouth from the straw of the smoothie cup "Do ya need some help there, sweetheart?" She asks, making herself known as she stands up and comes closer, tracing a clawed finger across the chart.
"Oh, hello! I'm trying to make a little star map of my own." She explains, gesturing to the tiny prisms. "The idea I had was, when light shines through it, it projects the image onto a nearby surface. Still not sure if it'll work, though."
She reaches into a pocket, pulling out a small star map of her own and sprawling it on a table nearby, the star glowing with the same druidic magic as the constellations on her body "I know ya don't need my help, but here's somethin' that might be a good reference."
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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.'
Omori is at the library in Lord's Point, looking through star charts.
Isaac walks in and sits down in one of the chairs, pulling out a book of his own
She looks up at Isaac when she notices him sitting down. "Hello again. Whatcha reading?"
"It's a book on construction of something. want to take a look?"
"Sure, sounds interesting." She leans over a bit to look at the book.
The cover of the book is missing and the first page details a method on how to find stars that are not visible in the night sky through the use of a special lens
As she reads, a smile creeps up the sides of her face and her eyes widen in wonder. "That looks so cool!" She exclaims, looking at the design for the lens.
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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)
Tearthorn is outside in the snow. He appears to be examining a snowflake he's caught using magic.
Kharn is standing very still outside. He's so covered in snow he could be mistaken for a snowman.
Krail is throwing snowballs at snowman Kharn.
Theren is sitting in the snow bundled in a warm coat and a scarf. He is making miniature snowmen. His eyes are very hollow.
Kharn catches one of the snowballs that Krail is throwing that had gone a bit off to the side. The snow falls off him. He turns to Theren. "You look unwell, friend."
Theren pushes some snow into a pile, avoiding eye contact.
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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.
Omori is at the library in Lord's Point, looking through star charts.
Isaac walks in and sits down in one of the chairs, pulling out a book of his own
She looks up at Isaac when she notices him sitting down. "Hello again. Whatcha reading?"
"It's a book on construction of something. want to take a look?"
"Sure, sounds interesting." She leans over a bit to look at the book.
The cover of the book is missing and the first page details a method on how to find stars that are not visible in the night sky through the use of a special lens
As she reads, a smile creeps up the sides of her face and her eyes widen in wonder. "That looks so cool!" She exclaims, looking at the design for the lens.
"I have a prototype with me but the cooler stuff is further in the book"
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Tearthorn is outside in the snow. He appears to be examining a snowflake he's caught using magic.
Kharn is standing very still outside. He's so covered in snow he could be mistaken for a snowman.
Krail is throwing snowballs at snowman Kharn.
Theren is sitting in the snow bundled in a warm coat and a scarf. He is making miniature snowmen. His eyes are very hollow.
Kharn catches one of the snowballs that Krail is throwing that had gone a bit off to the side. The snow falls off him. He turns to Theren. "You look unwell, friend."
Theren pushes some snow into a pile, avoiding eye contact.
Kharn kneels down next to him. "Theren Dotsk, correct?"
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
"Sure, sounds interesting." She leans over a bit to look at the book.
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)
Jacque and Juliette, the twin lizardfolk are shoveling the snow so people can walk more easily. They wave to Theren with a smile.
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 smiles back slightly, his eyes hollow.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She looks to the star charts, analyzing them for a moment before taking her mouth from the straw of the smoothie cup "Do ya need some help there, sweetheart?" She asks, making herself known as she stands up and comes closer, tracing a clawed finger across the chart.
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.)
"Are you okay sir?" Jacque asks, his accent heavy, French.
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.)
The cover of the book is missing and the first page details a method on how to find stars that are not visible in the night sky through the use of a special lens
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
He nods slightly, shifting in the snow
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Damn, my new mouse is SENSITIVE.*
Tearthorn is outside in the snow. He appears to be examining a snowflake he's caught using magic.
Kharn is standing very still outside. He's so covered in snow he could be mistaken for a snowman.
Krail is throwing snowballs at snowman Kharn.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
Theren is sitting in the snow bundled in a warm coat and a scarf. He is making miniature snowmen. His eyes are very hollow.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Jacque leaves it at that, but his brash sister walks over, leaning down "You don't seem it, is something wrong? Do you need someone to talk to?"
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.)
"Oh, hello! I'm trying to make a little star map of my own." She explains, gesturing to the tiny prisms. "The idea I had was, when light shines through it, it projects the image onto a nearby surface. Still not sure if it'll work, though."
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)
Kharn catches one of the snowballs that Krail is throwing that had gone a bit off to the side. The snow falls off him. He turns to Theren. "You look unwell, friend."
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
She reaches into a pocket, pulling out a small star map of her own and sprawling it on a table nearby, the star glowing with the same druidic magic as the constellations on her body "I know ya don't need my help, but here's somethin' that might be a good reference."
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 pushes some snow into a pile, avoiding eye contact.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
As she reads, a smile creeps up the sides of her face and her eyes widen in wonder. "That looks so cool!" She exclaims, looking at the design for the lens.
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)
Theren pushes some snow into a pile, avoiding eye contact.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I have a prototype with me but the cooler stuff is further in the book"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
She sighs, looking at the snow "Come on, I can tell you have emotions you need to express."
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.)
Kharn kneels down next to him. "Theren Dotsk, correct?"
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
He starts to shape the snow into another snowman.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.