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.
"Hm, well it to keep folks I don't like out. What happens is when someone tries to get rid of them, it will drag them into a demiplane and they will feed it." He says.
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.
"Hm, well it to keep folks I don't like out. What happens is when someone tries to get rid of them, it will drag them into a demiplane and they will feed it." He says.
"O- Oh, how intriguing." She adds, looking a little mortified.
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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)
*Good to hear! I'm doing alright- recently discovered Warhammer 40K, and I'm debating whether or not to give it a try.*
*NECRONSSSSSSSSSS*
*SPACE MARINES*
*Bro, your little gang of mutant zealots is not gonna stand up against a primordial empire of mechanical skeletons and their enslaved gods. Your Corpse-emperor probably couldn’t handle a single Monolith.*
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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.
*Please.*
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
*Same with me! All I know so far is that no side is the good guys, and that Mechanicus has a cool aesthetic.*
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)
"Hm, well it to keep folks I don't like out. What happens is when someone tries to get rid of them, it will drag them into a demiplane and they will feed it." He says.
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'm yet to choose a faction, but I'm debating between Ad-Mech and Tyrannids.*
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)
"O- Oh, how intriguing." She adds, looking a little mortified.
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)
Felix sits there and watches. "How are you holding up?"
"Like... these little white things..." He picks up a moth cocoon. "These make me... hungry."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*40K is a mental and financial illness. Tread carefully these dreadful waters.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Anyway, Yvonne, Jobah, wanna RP with me?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(you wanna rp)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Thirteen is in town, investigating the Church.
Mauric is making papeda.
Loriche is at camp, dressing a deer that she bagged.
Riotan is filling out the Book of Shadows he made.
Eito is thinking over their encounter with Omi. They’ve never met with such a being in such a way before.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Bro, your little gang of mutant zealots is not gonna stand up against a primordial empire of mechanical skeletons and their enslaved gods. Your Corpse-emperor probably couldn’t handle a single Monolith.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Sure! Which character(s), if any in particular, would you like?*
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)
*Sure! Any particular character you want?*
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)
*Okay. Who do you want?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*hold on children, I will be back in a moment.*
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 wanna bring back Podmorski, so maybe KK. Anyone would be cool, though.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*see you soon!*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Works with me!*
KK is at her studio, plotting something out on a cork-board with pages from her notepad and lots of thumbtacks and red thread.
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)
*Good morning goobers*
*ello!*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.