She looks through all the diagrams and reads through the text with keen interest. When Isaac hands her the lens, she carefully takes it, running her fingers across the channels in its design before looking out the library window through it. "Wow, everything looks kinda funky through this." She says to no one in particular.
She can see spots of light in the sky while looking through the lens. It seems to make stars not normally visible able to be seen. Isaac flips to the last few pages of the book "want to see what this is all for?"
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
There is about half a dozen of them. Each one has a name in front of it in elvish.
"What are their names? I don't speak or read elvish." She curiously asks, looking to Theren.
He points at the one most recently created. "Hearthstone...." he points at one with a hammer. "alric..."
"Are these your friends?" She says, looking closely at each one they point at, "They seem like wonderful people."
He nods, rattiling off a few more names and pointing at different snowmen. He then points at a final one with two smaller snowmen. "My wife and kids..."
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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 also thinks for a long while. "From what I've heard, it sounds rather nice. So... yeah, I do."
She smiles softly, before sitting back in the beanbag chair "You deserve one. Maybe I can help find you some, if you want."
She smiles back at Merabelle. "Yeah, that- that sounds nice. Thank you."
"Do you have any ideas who you might want to be your parent? Or maybe some ideas what you want them to be like?" She says, taking a severed hand out of her pocket and beginning to eat.
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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 is about half a dozen of them. Each one has a name in front of it in elvish.
"What are their names? I don't speak or read elvish." She curiously asks, looking to Theren.
He points at the one most recently created. "Hearthstone...." he points at one with a hammer. "alric..."
"Are these your friends?" She says, looking closely at each one they point at, "They seem like wonderful people."
He nods, rattiling off a few more names and pointing at different snowmen. He then points at a final one with two smaller snowmen. "My wife and kids..."
She smiles a little bit wider "They seem amazing, I would love to meet them if I ever get the chance."
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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.'
*Okay, finally noted down the stuff Wendi made for me. Again I can't thank you enough Wendi. Now, here are the cowboys.*
Sparrow is sitting in front of the tavern, a hunk of bone in his hand, a carving knife in the other, trying to keep his mind off his two addictions, an open book on magic next to him. His foot taps absentmindedly as he carves something out of the bone, bone shavings all around him.
Thane has met Rag, who has given him enough money to buy the entire town if he wanted it, and is now looking for some way to pay Rag back as well as spend this money on their child, putting most of it into some hidden spot for their future college education, walking around with the rest, a much smaller amount.
Merabelle is looking for a job, under Stroth's recommendation, and never having had a formal job before is just walking around with a bowl of the gumbo she made, wondering how she'll get some restaurant to hire her.
Grimes is in town, sitting in the park, playing dragonchess at a table alone. He seems to be taking a lot of time before making each move, quite the strategist when he gets the chance and isn't running away as fast as he can.
*If anybody wants cowboys, or anyone else I have for that matter.*
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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 is about half a dozen of them. Each one has a name in front of it in elvish.
"What are their names? I don't speak or read elvish." She curiously asks, looking to Theren.
He points at the one most recently created. "Hearthstone...." he points at one with a hammer. "alric..."
"Are these your friends?" She says, looking closely at each one they point at, "They seem like wonderful people."
He nods, rattiling off a few more names and pointing at different snowmen. He then points at a final one with two smaller snowmen. "My wife and kids..."
She smiles a little bit wider "They seem amazing, I would love to meet them if I ever get the chance."
He nods. "Shes pregnant with another kiddo..."
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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 also thinks for a long while. "From what I've heard, it sounds rather nice. So... yeah, I do."
She smiles softly, before sitting back in the beanbag chair "You deserve one. Maybe I can help find you some, if you want."
She smiles back at Merabelle. "Yeah, that- that sounds nice. Thank you."
"Do you have any ideas who you might want to be your parent? Or maybe some ideas what you want them to be like?" She says, taking a severed hand out of her pocket and beginning to eat.
She thinks for a bit- only about a few seconds. "Kind... wise... smart... not afraid of the unknown. Someone... someone like you, actually."
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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 smiles softly, before sitting back in the beanbag chair "You deserve one. Maybe I can help find you some, if you want."
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.)
*yeah--*
Theren shakes his head, finishing the snowman and writing a name in Elvish under it.
Thorfinn looks impressed.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She can see spots of light in the sky while looking through the lens. It seems to make stars not normally visible able to be seen. Isaac flips to the last few pages of the book "want to see what this is all for?"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
He points at the one most recently created. "Hearthstone...." he points at one with a hammer. "alric..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*
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
*-throws characters- RAGGGHHH*
Theren is sitting in the snow, bundled in a scarf and warm coat. He is making small snowmen.
Thorfinn is outside training in pants and a tank top.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(hi wendo)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*All rejoice, the great and powerful Wendi has returned.*
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 well. Spain technically didn’t legalize Judaism until 1968, so there’s no point in lamenting the depths of our flaws and prejudice*
Thirteen stoops to read the name.
Loriche notices him and waves cheerily.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She smiles back at Merabelle. "Yeah, that- that sounds nice. Thank you."
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)
"Are these your friends?" She says, looking closely at each one they point at, "They seem like wonderful people."
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.)
It reads, Hearthstone.
He waves back with a smile
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods, rattiling off a few more names and pointing at different snowmen. He then points at a final one with two smaller snowmen. "My wife and kids..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Do you have any ideas who you might want to be your parent? Or maybe some ideas what you want them to be like?" She says, taking a severed hand out of her pocket and beginning 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.)
She smiles a little bit wider "They seem amazing, I would love to meet them if I ever get the chance."
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.)
*To help kickstart my imagination, I am making knockoff Guy Fieri as a wizard-sorcerer.*
*I may make him a dragonborn. Maybe not. Time will tell.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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 nods. "Shes pregnant with another kiddo..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She thinks for a bit- only about a few seconds. "Kind... wise... smart... not afraid of the unknown. Someone... someone like you, actually."
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)
"Wow, sounds like a happy family. I'm happy to hear that for 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.)