As soon as the opponent flees, she steps over to Darius, reaching out with her gloved hand, as if to offer help.
They clean the blood off their hands using their hide clothes before taking their hand, smiling softly and charismatically "Nice to meet you, apologies for my... blood covered form." He says, his voice surprisingly refined.
“You’re hurt.” She says bluntly. “Sit down, I can help you. what happened?” She says, trying to get Darius to sit down.
Darius sits down, still pretty strong despite most of his blood being outside of his body "Nothing of concern, it is often someone attempts to kill me."
She crouches down next to him, inspecting his wounds. “Are you suffering, child?” she asks, cleaning the wounds.
Omori is outside making snow angels. With her tendril hair also making impressions in the snow, the angels in question look a bit more unnerving than snow angels usually do.
Isaac is reading in a chair outside
Omori stands up from the snow, brushing some snow out of her hair as she walks over to Isaac. "Still reading about the telescope?" She inquires.
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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)
As soon as the opponent flees, she steps over to Darius, reaching out with her gloved hand, as if to offer help.
They clean the blood off their hands using their hide clothes before taking their hand, smiling softly and charismatically "Nice to meet you, apologies for my... blood covered form." He says, his voice surprisingly refined.
“You’re hurt.” She says bluntly. “Sit down, I can help you. what happened?” She says, trying to get Darius to sit down.
Darius sits down, still pretty strong despite most of his blood being outside of his body "Nothing of concern, it is often someone attempts to kill me."
She crouches down next to him, inspecting his wounds. “Are you suffering, child?” she asks, cleaning the wounds.
The wounds are deep, but with help he'll survive "No no, do not be concerned, it is simply what I am forced to go through. The concerns of a king I suppose."
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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.'
KK is at the Yuletide Ball with her mannequin escort, both still a little awestruck by their surroundings.
More and more people are flocking to another room, up the stairs from the Atrium. Supposedly the grand ballroom.
Seeing the crowd going to another room, the two follow, curious about where everyone is going. She sticks close to her guard in case what awaits isn't a pleasant surprise.
Up the stairs and one turn right, she finds herself right outside the most opulent, beautifully designed room she’s seen yet. The grand ballroom, seemingly carved entirely from a single, giant chunk of marble, has two spiral staircases on either side, leading up to a balcony. The ceiling is decorated in pristine mosaics depicting the sea, the city they’re in, and Archduchess Aurelia. A dozen chandeliers hang from the ceiling, and musicians play a beautiful song, the sound reverberating around the room. Guests are dancing, laughing, and having fun. Just before she steps into the chamber, she realizes one more thing: there isn’t a floor. It’s a twenty foot deep pool that the other partygoers are walking on as if it were solid.
He gives her a look, his eyes glowing "Going to play that card?"
"I know, I know." She laughs a bit.
"It ain't like that, but if that's how things end up, I ain't gonna blame nobody." She says calmly.
"Do you want anything?" He asks, brushing her hair behind an ear.
He sighs and tilts his head back "Like I said.. Complicated.. Complex." he paces back and forth "I would say share him but that sort of conversation is something he should be here for." he grumbles.
She shrugs "I kinda want to go back inside and read all day.
As soon as the opponent flees, she steps over to Darius, reaching out with her gloved hand, as if to offer help.
They clean the blood off their hands using their hide clothes before taking their hand, smiling softly and charismatically "Nice to meet you, apologies for my... blood covered form." He says, his voice surprisingly refined.
“You’re hurt.” She says bluntly. “Sit down, I can help you. what happened?” She says, trying to get Darius to sit down.
Darius sits down, still pretty strong despite most of his blood being outside of his body "Nothing of concern, it is often someone attempts to kill me."
She crouches down next to him, inspecting his wounds. “Are you suffering, child?” she asks, cleaning the wounds.
The wounds are deep, but with help he'll survive "No no, do not be concerned, it is simply what I am forced to go through. The concerns of a king I suppose."
“A king?” She asks quizzically. She finishes cleaning the wound and gently touches it, chanting something under her breath. The wound doesn’t heal, but he suddenly… can’t feel any of the pain. The woman flinches a bit, as if she’s suddenly in pain instead.
He gives her a look, his eyes glowing "Going to play that card?"
"I know, I know." She laughs a bit.
"It ain't like that, but if that's how things end up, I ain't gonna blame nobody." She says calmly.
"Do you want anything?" He asks, brushing her hair behind an ear.
He sighs and tilts his head back "Like I said.. Complicated.. Complex." he paces back and forth "I would say share him but that sort of conversation is something he should be here for." he grumbles.
She shrugs "I kinda want to go back inside and read all day.
"It's ta ya, cause I'm certainly fine with sharin' Riotan as long as he is, but how 'bout we get some other things settled before we decide our relationship status huh?" She says, "I should get back ta Omori befer she gets worried, continue later sweetheart?" She says, cackling as she leaves his office.
He picks her up in a princess carry and takes them to the library, trudging through the snow.
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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.'
He gives her a look, his eyes glowing "Going to play that card?"
"I know, I know." She laughs a bit.
"It ain't like that, but if that's how things end up, I ain't gonna blame nobody." She says calmly.
"Do you want anything?" He asks, brushing her hair behind an ear.
He sighs and tilts his head back "Like I said.. Complicated.. Complex." he paces back and forth "I would say share him but that sort of conversation is something he should be here for." he grumbles.
She shrugs "I kinda want to go back inside and read all day.
"It's ta ya, cause I'm certainly fine with sharin' Riotan as long as he is, but how 'bout we get some other things settled before we decide our relationship status huh?" She says, "I should get back ta Omori befer she gets worried, continue later sweetheart?" She says, cackling as she leaves his office.
He picks her up in a princess carry and takes them to the library, trudging through the snow.
As soon as the opponent flees, she steps over to Darius, reaching out with her gloved hand, as if to offer help.
They clean the blood off their hands using their hide clothes before taking their hand, smiling softly and charismatically "Nice to meet you, apologies for my... blood covered form." He says, his voice surprisingly refined.
“You’re hurt.” She says bluntly. “Sit down, I can help you. what happened?” She says, trying to get Darius to sit down.
Darius sits down, still pretty strong despite most of his blood being outside of his body "Nothing of concern, it is often someone attempts to kill me."
She crouches down next to him, inspecting his wounds. “Are you suffering, child?” she asks, cleaning the wounds.
The wounds are deep, but with help he'll survive "No no, do not be concerned, it is simply what I am forced to go through. The concerns of a king I suppose."
“A king?” She asks quizzically. She finishes cleaning the wound and gently touches it, chanting something under her breath. The wound doesn’t heal, but he suddenly… can’t feel any of the pain. The woman flinches a bit, as if she’s suddenly in pain instead.
He shakes his head "Don't do that, this is nothing I haven't felt before, and something I will heal from. A king I am, of a kingdom of equal unimportance to someone such as yourself." He wipes at the wounds, putting his lion hide back over his shoulders to conceal them.
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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 outside making snow angels. With her tendril hair also making impressions in the snow, the angels in question look a bit more unnerving than snow angels usually do.
Isaac is reading in a chair outside
Omori stands up from the snow, brushing some snow out of her hair as she walks over to Isaac. "Still reading about the telescope?" She inquires.
"not exactly"
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
KK is at the Yuletide Ball with her mannequin escort, both still a little awestruck by their surroundings.
More and more people are flocking to another room, up the stairs from the Atrium. Supposedly the grand ballroom.
Seeing the crowd going to another room, the two follow, curious about where everyone is going. She sticks close to her guard in case what awaits isn't a pleasant surprise.
Up the stairs and one turn right, she finds herself right outside the most opulent, beautifully designed room she’s seen yet. The grand ballroom, seemingly carved entirely from a single, giant chunk of marble, has two spiral staircases on either side, leading up to a balcony. The ceiling is decorated in pristine mosaics depicting the sea, the city they’re in, and Archduchess Aurelia. A dozen chandeliers hang from the ceiling, and musicians play a beautiful song, the sound reverberating around the room. Guests are dancing, laughing, and having fun. Just before she steps into the chamber, she realizes one more thing: there isn’t a floor. It’s a twenty foot deep pool that the other partygoers are walking on as if it were solid.
KK hesitates for only a second before taking a step onto the pool, wanting to join in the festivities. She also keeps an eye out for if anyone else doesn't have someone to dance with.
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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)
He gives her a look, his eyes glowing "Going to play that card?"
"I know, I know." She laughs a bit.
"It ain't like that, but if that's how things end up, I ain't gonna blame nobody." She says calmly.
"Do you want anything?" He asks, brushing her hair behind an ear.
He sighs and tilts his head back "Like I said.. Complicated.. Complex." he paces back and forth "I would say share him but that sort of conversation is something he should be here for." he grumbles.
She shrugs "I kinda want to go back inside and read all day.
"It's ta ya, cause I'm certainly fine with sharin' Riotan as long as he is, but how 'bout we get some other things settled before we decide our relationship status huh?" She says, "I should get back ta Omori befer she gets worried, continue later sweetheart?" She says, cackling as she leaves his office.
He picks her up in a princess carry and takes them to the library, trudging through the snow.
"Yeah yeah." He waves a hand, standing up.
She cackles madly and hugs his neck.
*yay, another happy end*
He leads them inside, taking them somewhere warm where they can rest in the library before putting them down "Here we go."
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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.'
As soon as the opponent flees, she steps over to Darius, reaching out with her gloved hand, as if to offer help.
They clean the blood off their hands using their hide clothes before taking their hand, smiling softly and charismatically "Nice to meet you, apologies for my... blood covered form." He says, his voice surprisingly refined.
“You’re hurt.” She says bluntly. “Sit down, I can help you. what happened?” She says, trying to get Darius to sit down.
Darius sits down, still pretty strong despite most of his blood being outside of his body "Nothing of concern, it is often someone attempts to kill me."
She crouches down next to him, inspecting his wounds. “Are you suffering, child?” she asks, cleaning the wounds.
The wounds are deep, but with help he'll survive "No no, do not be concerned, it is simply what I am forced to go through. The concerns of a king I suppose."
“A king?” She asks quizzically. She finishes cleaning the wound and gently touches it, chanting something under her breath. The wound doesn’t heal, but he suddenly… can’t feel any of the pain. The woman flinches a bit, as if she’s suddenly in pain instead.
He shakes his head "Don't do that, this is nothing I haven't felt before, and something I will heal from. A king I am, of a kingdom of equal unimportance to someone such as yourself." He wipes at the wounds, putting his lion hide back over his shoulders to conceal them.
”my body can handle it. Yours is much more fragile, child. It’s better if I bear the pain, it’ll make it a lot more bearable to recover… “ she grabs a hold of his arm, and casts cure wounds. He heals 22, and she winces in pain, her right arm twitching violently as she loses the same amount.
*Samartian: I don't like him and I am using him....
Samartian five minutes later: gosh darn it why did I suggest polycule.*
*Honestly I think that's the funniest ending I could ever ask for, because Riotan would be down for it, Merabelle would be down for it, and Samaritan refuses to admit he would be down for it.*
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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.'
KK is at the Yuletide Ball with her mannequin escort, both still a little awestruck by their surroundings.
More and more people are flocking to another room, up the stairs from the Atrium. Supposedly the grand ballroom.
Seeing the crowd going to another room, the two follow, curious about where everyone is going. She sticks close to her guard in case what awaits isn't a pleasant surprise.
Up the stairs and one turn right, she finds herself right outside the most opulent, beautifully designed room she’s seen yet. The grand ballroom, seemingly carved entirely from a single, giant chunk of marble, has two spiral staircases on either side, leading up to a balcony. The ceiling is decorated in pristine mosaics depicting the sea, the city they’re in, and Archduchess Aurelia. A dozen chandeliers hang from the ceiling, and musicians play a beautiful song, the sound reverberating around the room. Guests are dancing, laughing, and having fun. Just before she steps into the chamber, she realizes one more thing: there isn’t a floor. It’s a twenty foot deep pool that the other partygoers are walking on as if it were solid.
KK hesitates for only a second before taking a step onto the pool, wanting to join in the festivities. She also keeps an eye out for if anyone else doesn't have someone to dance with.
The pool holds firm, and it’s actually a bit like ice. Less slippery, but similar. (I unfortunately have to go, see you all in about 4 hours!*
”my body can handle it. Yours is much more fragile, child. It’s better if I bear the pain, it’ll make it a lot more bearable to recover… “ she grabs a hold of his arm, and casts cure wounds. He heals 24, and she winces in pain, her right arm twitching violently as she loses the same amount.
He grips her wrist with impressive strength, looking at the mask calmly, though his voice is firm "I told you not to do that, so please do not. As your body can handle it, so can mine. I have been stabbed, cleaved and impaled, I will continue to live no matter what injuries I take. Leave yourself unharmed farther."
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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 outside making snow angels. With her tendril hair also making impressions in the snow, the angels in question look a bit more unnerving than snow angels usually do.
Isaac is reading in a chair outside
Omori stands up from the snow, brushing some snow out of her hair as she walks over to Isaac. "Still reading about the telescope?" She inquires.
"not exactly"
"Whatcha reading about?" She asks, now sounding a bit more curious.
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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)
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She crouches down next to him, inspecting his wounds. “Are you suffering, child?” she asks, cleaning the wounds.
"It ain't like that, but if that's how things end up, I ain't gonna blame nobody." She says calmly.
"Do you want anything?" He asks, brushing her hair behind an ear.
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 stands up from the snow, brushing some snow out of her hair as she walks over to Isaac. "Still reading about the telescope?" She inquires.
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)
The wounds are deep, but with help he'll survive "No no, do not be concerned, it is simply what I am forced to go through. The concerns of a king I suppose."
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.)
Up the stairs and one turn right, she finds herself right outside the most opulent, beautifully designed room she’s seen yet. The grand ballroom, seemingly carved entirely from a single, giant chunk of marble, has two spiral staircases on either side, leading up to a balcony. The ceiling is decorated in pristine mosaics depicting the sea, the city they’re in, and Archduchess Aurelia. A dozen chandeliers hang from the ceiling, and musicians play a beautiful song, the sound reverberating around the room. Guests are dancing, laughing, and having fun. Just before she steps into the chamber, she realizes one more thing: there isn’t a floor. It’s a twenty foot deep pool that the other partygoers are walking on as if it were solid.
He sighs and tilts his head back "Like I said.. Complicated.. Complex." he paces back and forth "I would say share him but that sort of conversation is something he should be here for." he grumbles.
She shrugs "I kinda want to go back inside and read all day.
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
*Samartian: I don't like him and I am using him....
Samartian five minutes later: gosh darn it why did I suggest polycule.*
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
“A king?” She asks quizzically. She finishes cleaning the wound and gently touches it, chanting something under her breath. The wound doesn’t heal, but he suddenly… can’t feel any of the pain. The woman flinches a bit, as if she’s suddenly in pain instead.
"It's ta ya, cause I'm certainly fine with sharin' Riotan as long as he is, but how 'bout we get some other things settled before we decide our relationship status huh?" She says, "I should get back ta Omori befer she gets worried, continue later sweetheart?" She says, cackling as she leaves his office.
He picks her up in a princess carry and takes them to the library, trudging through the snow.
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 yeah." He waves a hand, standing up.
She cackles madly and hugs his neck.
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 shakes his head "Don't do that, this is nothing I haven't felt before, and something I will heal from. A king I am, of a kingdom of equal unimportance to someone such as yourself." He wipes at the wounds, putting his lion hide back over his shoulders to conceal them.
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.)
"not exactly"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
KK hesitates for only a second before taking a step onto the pool, wanting to join in the festivities. She also keeps an eye out for if anyone else doesn't have someone to dance with.
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)
*yay, another happy end*
He leads them inside, taking them somewhere warm where they can rest in the library before putting them down "Here we 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.)
”my body can handle it. Yours is much more fragile, child. It’s better if I bear the pain, it’ll make it a lot more bearable to recover… “ she grabs a hold of his arm, and casts cure wounds. He heals 22, and she winces in pain, her right arm twitching violently as she loses the same amount.
*Honestly I think that's the funniest ending I could ever ask for, because Riotan would be down for it, Merabelle would be down for it, and Samaritan refuses to admit he would be down for it.*
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 pool holds firm, and it’s actually a bit like ice. Less slippery, but similar. (I unfortunately have to go, see you all in about 4 hours!*
He grips her wrist with impressive strength, looking at the mask calmly, though his voice is firm "I told you not to do that, so please do not. As your body can handle it, so can mine. I have been stabbed, cleaved and impaled, I will continue to live no matter what injuries I take. Leave yourself unharmed farther."
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 grins "Thank you my love." she kisses his cheek.
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
"Whatcha reading about?" She asks, now sounding a bit more curious.
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)