Tim is feeling deeply stress, sitting next to the fire in the Inn, looking to it as he seems to be afraid of something, an ominous feeling deep within him.
Grimes is preparing for the next job he’s got to take part in, humming a song to himself as he polishes the barrel.
Merabelle is working in Samaritan’s restaurant, making sure to keep everyone as satisfied as they will get, singing and serving up meals with a smile.
Ichigo's bugs crawl over to him, sitting around him like a protective circle.
TH stands beside him, testing the sharpness of a new dagger he has.
Samaritan seems to be missing, in fact, it seems a few items have gone missing from his office
He looks down to the bugs, his head hanging low “I-I’m sorry I can’t help you Ichigo.”
He looks to the dagger with interest, putting down his tools “What’re ya gonna use that fer?”
She occasionally checks on the office to make sure no one is stealing and it’s just what Samaritan needs for his plan.
The bugs seems to take shape and hugs him "It's.. okay... You couldn't.. do anything.. child."
He flips it, the blade suddenly disappear in the knife hilt "Butterfly knife, a beautiful weapon." He said.
She finds a numerous stack of papers sitting on his desk.
He hug them back, trying not to hurt them with their strength “I… I just wish I could… you’re my friend and I…” They get choked up.
He raises an eyebrow with interest “Hmm, real pretty lookin’, I must admit.” He says, smiling softly and cleaning his gear once more.
She sits down at the desk and begins to sift through the papers, locking the door before her.
"We are okay... Itt's just cold.. we are living in Felix's house, in the walls until it's warm again.."
TH gently jabs in the ribs, chuckling "Indeed."
The papers read as almost like a journal, small things that Samaritan has written about folks in the kitchen, who eat there, and who are his enemies.
Omori is outside the Inn, trying to decipher the secrets of the stars. She still has a long way to go, but is making steady- if slow- progress.
Helianth is perched on a roof in Lord's Point, soaking in sunlight.
She see's sigils, carved in trees, that are shaped like golden pentagrams. A bunch of goats have shown up around the tavern, each one marked with a golden pentagram on their forehead.
She looks up at the sigils, packing up all her supplies in her satchel before going over to investigate.
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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)
Omori is outside the Inn, trying to decipher the secrets of the stars. She still has a long way to go, but is making steady- if slow- progress.
Helianth is perched on a roof in Lord's Point, soaking in sunlight.
She see's sigils, carved in trees, that are shaped like golden pentagrams. A bunch of goats have shown up around the tavern, each one marked with a golden pentagram on their forehead.
She looks up at the sigils, packing up all her supplies in her satchel before going over to investigate.
It looks like the same sigils that Egregore had told them about. The sigils lead to a black painted cottage with herds of goats, lying around it like watchdogs. All the goats suddenly turn their head to Omori, all of their eyes suddenly turning gold.
"I've never needed one before. You'll have to impress me." It doesn't seem even slightly concerned.
He pulls out a book, covered in purple gems and ominous runes glowing the same shade “How about this, capable of harnessing any spell with little effort, just the desire to learn.”
"I already know nearly every spell in the local spheres of the multiverse. While that may be useful as homework, they won't learn the proper work ethic and such required to be a true mage."
Omori is outside the Inn, trying to decipher the secrets of the stars. She still has a long way to go, but is making steady- if slow- progress.
Helianth is perched on a roof in Lord's Point, soaking in sunlight.
She see's sigils, carved in trees, that are shaped like golden pentagrams. A bunch of goats have shown up around the tavern, each one marked with a golden pentagram on their forehead.
She looks up at the sigils, packing up all her supplies in her satchel before going over to investigate.
It looks like the same sigils that Egregore had told them about. The sigils lead to a black painted cottage with herds of goats, lying around it like watchdogs. All the goats suddenly turn their head to Omori, all of their eyes suddenly turning gold.
Omori recoils a bit when all the goats stare at her in unison, but continues towards the cottage, trying not to look any of them in the eye.
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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)
Omori is outside the Inn, trying to decipher the secrets of the stars. She still has a long way to go, but is making steady- if slow- progress.
Helianth is perched on a roof in Lord's Point, soaking in sunlight.
She see's sigils, carved in trees, that are shaped like golden pentagrams. A bunch of goats have shown up around the tavern, each one marked with a golden pentagram on their forehead.
She looks up at the sigils, packing up all her supplies in her satchel before going over to investigate.
It looks like the same sigils that Egregore had told them about. The sigils lead to a black painted cottage with herds of goats, lying around it like watchdogs. All the goats suddenly turn their head to Omori, all of their eyes suddenly turning gold.
Omori recoils a bit when all the goats stare at her in unison, but continues towards the cottage, trying not to look any of them in the eye.
The door is open before she can even knock. Standing before her is a man, standing about 6 ft with a lithe frame. He has hoof-like feet, humanoid limbs, and a black furred goats head with great curling golden horns "Yes?" His twin twins flick about.
Omori is outside the Inn, trying to decipher the secrets of the stars. She still has a long way to go, but is making steady- if slow- progress.
Helianth is perched on a roof in Lord's Point, soaking in sunlight.
She see's sigils, carved in trees, that are shaped like golden pentagrams. A bunch of goats have shown up around the tavern, each one marked with a golden pentagram on their forehead.
She looks up at the sigils, packing up all her supplies in her satchel before going over to investigate.
It looks like the same sigils that Egregore had told them about. The sigils lead to a black painted cottage with herds of goats, lying around it like watchdogs. All the goats suddenly turn their head to Omori, all of their eyes suddenly turning gold.
Omori recoils a bit when all the goats stare at her in unison, but continues towards the cottage, trying not to look any of them in the eye.
The door is open before she can even knock. Standing before her is a man, standing about 6 ft with a lithe frame. He has hoof-like feet, humanoid limbs, and a black furred goats head with great curling golden horns "Yes?" His twin twins flick about.
"Oh, hello- I was curious about what the sigils around this place were for." She seems equal parts curious and anxious, nervously smiling with serrated teeth.
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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)
"We are okay... Itt's just cold.. we are living in Felix's house, in the walls until it's warm again.."
TH gently jabs in the ribs, chuckling "Indeed."
The papers read as almost like a journal, small things that Samaritan has written about folks in the kitchen, who eat there, and who are his enemies.
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
She looks up at the sigils, packing up all her supplies in her satchel before going over to investigate.
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)
*Farewell for now, friend!*
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)
It looks like the same sigils that Egregore had told them about. The sigils lead to a black painted cottage with herds of goats, lying around it like watchdogs. All the goats suddenly turn their head to Omori, all of their eyes suddenly turning gold.
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 am good, you?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*i’m backkkkk*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Party is on their way to meet Xanathar.*
*I can't imagine this will go well.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*He’s gonna disintegrate them isn’t he*
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 already know nearly every spell in the local spheres of the multiverse. While that may be useful as homework, they won't learn the proper work ethic and such required to be a true mage."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Omori recoils a bit when all the goats stare at her in unison, but continues towards the cottage, trying not to look any of them in the eye.
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)
*Hello childe.*
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
*Oh dear.*
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
*It would be difficult to avoid it the way they're playing.*
*This is the same party who blew up Volo the instant they realized they could, by the way.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*wanna rp?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Good to hear! I'm doing alright- recently discovered Warhammer 40K, and I'm debating whether or not to give it a try.*
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 door is open before she can even knock. Standing before her is a man, standing about 6 ft with a lithe frame. He has hoof-like feet, humanoid limbs, and a black furred goats head with great curling golden horns "Yes?" His twin twins flick about.
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
*NECRONSSSSSSSSSS*
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 know barely anything about it)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Oh, hello- I was curious about what the sigils around this place were for." She seems equal parts curious and anxious, nervously smiling with serrated teeth.
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)
*SPACE MARINES*
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