“Cold and inhospitable are words you could use to describe it, and they wouldn’t be wrong by any means. Unfortunate you cannot visit.” He pulls down his mask and tosses the peppermint into his mouth, revealing a salt and pepper beard despite how young he is and teeth so clean it becomes strange.
“If you’re my friend stop hurting yourself for my sake, and listen when I say not to worry about me.” He stands up from the bench, his arms slack. (He effectively has 5/6 levels of exhaustion, so stopping him isn’t hard.)
“I mean, I could go there, but it’d be all icky, and I might get sick….
she stops him from standing up. “Rest.”
“A god get sick? I would certainly enjoy seeing that, though I would not prefer you suffer the terrors of my home.”
He looks at her mask for a long moment before sitting back down “Fine.” He takes one of his knifes from his side and begins sharpening it.
“Well, I’m immune to diseases, but I weaken when I’m in the presence of… certain icky things. My anathemas. Spoiled food and freezing weather without respite from the cold.”
“The food I must admit is not in the most pristine condition, but there is respite from the weather, though being indoors is about as safe as being trapped outside. The beasts being everywhere.” He says, smiling at the skull before putting it on his belt with an assortment of others.
“Beasts? Like, wolves and bears, or something worse?”
“More close to people who consumed the power of eldritch beings in one form or another. Leaving them in conditions similar to this Cleric beast’s skull.”
“Cold and inhospitable are words you could use to describe it, and they wouldn’t be wrong by any means. Unfortunate you cannot visit.” He pulls down his mask and tosses the peppermint into his mouth, revealing a salt and pepper beard despite how young he is and teeth so clean it becomes strange.
“If you’re my friend stop hurting yourself for my sake, and listen when I say not to worry about me.” He stands up from the bench, his arms slack. (He effectively has 5/6 levels of exhaustion, so stopping him isn’t hard.)
“I mean, I could go there, but it’d be all icky, and I might get sick….
she stops him from standing up. “Rest.”
“A god get sick? I would certainly enjoy seeing that, though I would not prefer you suffer the terrors of my home.”
He looks at her mask for a long moment before sitting back down “Fine.” He takes one of his knifes from his side and begins sharpening it.
“Well, I’m immune to diseases, but I weaken when I’m in the presence of… certain icky things. My anathemas. Spoiled food and freezing weather without respite from the cold.”
“The food I must admit is not in the most pristine condition, but there is respite from the weather, though being indoors is about as safe as being trapped outside. The beasts being everywhere.” He says, smiling at the skull before putting it on his belt with an assortment of others.
“Beasts? Like, wolves and bears, or something worse?”
“More close to people who consumed the power of eldritch beings in one form or another. Leaving them in conditions similar to this Cleric beast’s skull.”
“That… is horribly disturbing. Can you reverse it?”
“Cold and inhospitable are words you could use to describe it, and they wouldn’t be wrong by any means. Unfortunate you cannot visit.” He pulls down his mask and tosses the peppermint into his mouth, revealing a salt and pepper beard despite how young he is and teeth so clean it becomes strange.
“If you’re my friend stop hurting yourself for my sake, and listen when I say not to worry about me.” He stands up from the bench, his arms slack. (He effectively has 5/6 levels of exhaustion, so stopping him isn’t hard.)
“I mean, I could go there, but it’d be all icky, and I might get sick….
she stops him from standing up. “Rest.”
“A god get sick? I would certainly enjoy seeing that, though I would not prefer you suffer the terrors of my home.”
He looks at her mask for a long moment before sitting back down “Fine.” He takes one of his knifes from his side and begins sharpening it.
“Well, I’m immune to diseases, but I weaken when I’m in the presence of… certain icky things. My anathemas. Spoiled food and freezing weather without respite from the cold.”
“The food I must admit is not in the most pristine condition, but there is respite from the weather, though being indoors is about as safe as being trapped outside. The beasts being everywhere.” He says, smiling at the skull before putting it on his belt with an assortment of others.
“Beasts? Like, wolves and bears, or something worse?”
“More close to people who consumed the power of eldritch beings in one form or another. Leaving them in conditions similar to this Cleric beast’s skull.”
“That… is horribly disturbing. Can you reverse it?”
“Ah it’s what makes everything so interesting. Of course we can’t, that’s why it’s the job of hunters to kill those who do these things, a wonderful hobby of mine.”
*Welcome back, Arch! Would you like to rp, perchance?*
*sure!(
*Cool! Any character in particular you'd like? Be warned, there may be drama! >:D*
*I’d like to intro the Child, so maybe KK?*
*Okey dokey!*
KK is preparing for the Faceless Fair's grand opening, getting the last few finishing touches done. She wears a three-piece suit of varying shades of green and grey and golden trim, with a completely smooth, featureless mask.
As soon as guests start arriving, one of the first to get in line is a little kid, at most nine or ten, with no parents or guardians in sight. They have wavy brown hair and pale, freckles skin, with bright yellow eyes. He’s excitedly jumping up and down, trying to get a look at the fair, which almost causes the absurd crown he’s wearing to fall off his head. He also has a golden scepter, but other than that he wears normal clothes, all grays or blacks.
As guests arrive and discover the horrors of this place, KK is cheerfully greeting them and wishing them a fun time. After most of the initial wave of visitors passes and disperses into the park proper, the child can faintly hear her saying "Yep, they're definitely gonna go insane." to herself with an equally cheery tone.
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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)
*Welcome back, Arch! Would you like to rp, perchance?*
*sure!(
*Cool! Any character in particular you'd like? Be warned, there may be drama! >:D*
*I’d like to intro the Child, so maybe KK?*
*Okey dokey!*
KK is preparing for the Faceless Fair's grand opening, getting the last few finishing touches done. She wears a three-piece suit of varying shades of green and grey and golden trim, with a completely smooth, featureless mask.
As soon as guests start arriving, one of the first to get in line is a little kid, at most nine or ten, with no parents or guardians in sight. They have wavy brown hair and pale, freckles skin, with bright yellow eyes. He’s excitedly jumping up and down, trying to get a look at the fair, which almost causes the absurd crown he’s wearing to fall off his head. He also has a golden scepter, but other than that he wears normal clothes, all grays or blacks.
As guests arrive and discover the horrors of this place, KK is cheerfully greeting them and wishing them a fun time. After most of the initial wave of visitors passes and disperses into the park proper, the child can faintly hear her saying "Yep, they're definitely gonna go insane." to herself with an equally cheery tone.
The Child, curious, walks up to KK, pointing their scepter at her. “What’d you just say?”
“Cold and inhospitable are words you could use to describe it, and they wouldn’t be wrong by any means. Unfortunate you cannot visit.” He pulls down his mask and tosses the peppermint into his mouth, revealing a salt and pepper beard despite how young he is and teeth so clean it becomes strange.
“If you’re my friend stop hurting yourself for my sake, and listen when I say not to worry about me.” He stands up from the bench, his arms slack. (He effectively has 5/6 levels of exhaustion, so stopping him isn’t hard.)
“I mean, I could go there, but it’d be all icky, and I might get sick….
she stops him from standing up. “Rest.”
“A god get sick? I would certainly enjoy seeing that, though I would not prefer you suffer the terrors of my home.”
He looks at her mask for a long moment before sitting back down “Fine.” He takes one of his knifes from his side and begins sharpening it.
“Well, I’m immune to diseases, but I weaken when I’m in the presence of… certain icky things. My anathemas. Spoiled food and freezing weather without respite from the cold.”
“The food I must admit is not in the most pristine condition, but there is respite from the weather, though being indoors is about as safe as being trapped outside. The beasts being everywhere.” He says, smiling at the skull before putting it on his belt with an assortment of others.
“Beasts? Like, wolves and bears, or something worse?”
“More close to people who consumed the power of eldritch beings in one form or another. Leaving them in conditions similar to this Cleric beast’s skull.”
“That… is horribly disturbing. Can you reverse it?”
“Ah it’s what makes everything so interesting. Of course we can’t, that’s why it’s the job of hunters to kill those who do these things, a wonderful hobby of mine.”
“Great… why do people consume the power of eldritch beings in the first place?”
“Cold and inhospitable are words you could use to describe it, and they wouldn’t be wrong by any means. Unfortunate you cannot visit.” He pulls down his mask and tosses the peppermint into his mouth, revealing a salt and pepper beard despite how young he is and teeth so clean it becomes strange.
“If you’re my friend stop hurting yourself for my sake, and listen when I say not to worry about me.” He stands up from the bench, his arms slack. (He effectively has 5/6 levels of exhaustion, so stopping him isn’t hard.)
“I mean, I could go there, but it’d be all icky, and I might get sick….
she stops him from standing up. “Rest.”
“A god get sick? I would certainly enjoy seeing that, though I would not prefer you suffer the terrors of my home.”
He looks at her mask for a long moment before sitting back down “Fine.” He takes one of his knifes from his side and begins sharpening it.
“Well, I’m immune to diseases, but I weaken when I’m in the presence of… certain icky things. My anathemas. Spoiled food and freezing weather without respite from the cold.”
“The food I must admit is not in the most pristine condition, but there is respite from the weather, though being indoors is about as safe as being trapped outside. The beasts being everywhere.” He says, smiling at the skull before putting it on his belt with an assortment of others.
“Beasts? Like, wolves and bears, or something worse?”
“More close to people who consumed the power of eldritch beings in one form or another. Leaving them in conditions similar to this Cleric beast’s skull.”
“That… is horribly disturbing. Can you reverse it?”
“Ah it’s what makes everything so interesting. Of course we can’t, that’s why it’s the job of hunters to kill those who do these things, a wonderful hobby of mine.”
“Great… why do people consume the power of eldritch beings in the first place?”
“By many meets, talking to eldritch gods, gaining forbidden knowledge, consuming the blood of such creatures. All that.”
“Cold and inhospitable are words you could use to describe it, and they wouldn’t be wrong by any means. Unfortunate you cannot visit.” He pulls down his mask and tosses the peppermint into his mouth, revealing a salt and pepper beard despite how young he is and teeth so clean it becomes strange.
“If you’re my friend stop hurting yourself for my sake, and listen when I say not to worry about me.” He stands up from the bench, his arms slack. (He effectively has 5/6 levels of exhaustion, so stopping him isn’t hard.)
“I mean, I could go there, but it’d be all icky, and I might get sick….
she stops him from standing up. “Rest.”
“A god get sick? I would certainly enjoy seeing that, though I would not prefer you suffer the terrors of my home.”
He looks at her mask for a long moment before sitting back down “Fine.” He takes one of his knifes from his side and begins sharpening it.
“Well, I’m immune to diseases, but I weaken when I’m in the presence of… certain icky things. My anathemas. Spoiled food and freezing weather without respite from the cold.”
“The food I must admit is not in the most pristine condition, but there is respite from the weather, though being indoors is about as safe as being trapped outside. The beasts being everywhere.” He says, smiling at the skull before putting it on his belt with an assortment of others.
“Beasts? Like, wolves and bears, or something worse?”
“More close to people who consumed the power of eldritch beings in one form or another. Leaving them in conditions similar to this Cleric beast’s skull.”
“That… is horribly disturbing. Can you reverse it?”
“Ah it’s what makes everything so interesting. Of course we can’t, that’s why it’s the job of hunters to kill those who do these things, a wonderful hobby of mine.”
“Great… why do people consume the power of eldritch beings in the first place?”
“By many meets, talking to eldritch gods, gaining forbidden knowledge, consuming the blood of such creatures. All that.”
“Well yeah, but what’s the motive behind doing any of this?”
*Welcome back, Arch! Would you like to rp, perchance?*
*sure!(
*Cool! Any character in particular you'd like? Be warned, there may be drama! >:D*
*I’d like to intro the Child, so maybe KK?*
*Okey dokey!*
KK is preparing for the Faceless Fair's grand opening, getting the last few finishing touches done. She wears a three-piece suit of varying shades of green and grey and golden trim, with a completely smooth, featureless mask.
As soon as guests start arriving, one of the first to get in line is a little kid, at most nine or ten, with no parents or guardians in sight. They have wavy brown hair and pale, freckles skin, with bright yellow eyes. He’s excitedly jumping up and down, trying to get a look at the fair, which almost causes the absurd crown he’s wearing to fall off his head. He also has a golden scepter, but other than that he wears normal clothes, all grays or blacks.
As guests arrive and discover the horrors of this place, KK is cheerfully greeting them and wishing them a fun time. After most of the initial wave of visitors passes and disperses into the park proper, the child can faintly hear her saying "Yep, they're definitely gonna go insane." to herself with an equally cheery tone.
The Child, curious, walks up to KK, pointing their scepter at her. “What’d you just say?”
*Apologies for the delay*
She turns around to face him, a bit surprised. "Oh, I was saying that they're definitely going to have a great time here!" She nervously chuckles a bit."And how are you enjoying the fair so far?"
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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)
*By the way, I've decided that Felix can't be brought back with your typical spell. It's going to take some serious dedication to resurrect the boi.*
*Cool, I think most of my characters will have to stay out of this then, all the ones that would are either busy, too weak, or Rag. So I’ll try to take part, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to.*
“Cold and inhospitable are words you could use to describe it, and they wouldn’t be wrong by any means. Unfortunate you cannot visit.” He pulls down his mask and tosses the peppermint into his mouth, revealing a salt and pepper beard despite how young he is and teeth so clean it becomes strange.
“If you’re my friend stop hurting yourself for my sake, and listen when I say not to worry about me.” He stands up from the bench, his arms slack. (He effectively has 5/6 levels of exhaustion, so stopping him isn’t hard.)
“I mean, I could go there, but it’d be all icky, and I might get sick….
she stops him from standing up. “Rest.”
“A god get sick? I would certainly enjoy seeing that, though I would not prefer you suffer the terrors of my home.”
He looks at her mask for a long moment before sitting back down “Fine.” He takes one of his knifes from his side and begins sharpening it.
“Well, I’m immune to diseases, but I weaken when I’m in the presence of… certain icky things. My anathemas. Spoiled food and freezing weather without respite from the cold.”
“The food I must admit is not in the most pristine condition, but there is respite from the weather, though being indoors is about as safe as being trapped outside. The beasts being everywhere.” He says, smiling at the skull before putting it on his belt with an assortment of others.
“Beasts? Like, wolves and bears, or something worse?”
“More close to people who consumed the power of eldritch beings in one form or another. Leaving them in conditions similar to this Cleric beast’s skull.”
“That… is horribly disturbing. Can you reverse it?”
“Ah it’s what makes everything so interesting. Of course we can’t, that’s why it’s the job of hunters to kill those who do these things, a wonderful hobby of mine.”
“Great… why do people consume the power of eldritch beings in the first place?”
“By many meets, talking to eldritch gods, gaining forbidden knowledge, consuming the blood of such creatures. All that.”
“Well yeah, but what’s the motive behind doing any of this?”
“I find it deeply fun, and very amazing. It’s my favorite thing to do, so many people I can kill.”
*By the way, I've decided that Felix can't be brought back with your typical spell. It's going to take some serious dedication to resurrect the boi.*
*Cool, I think most of my characters will have to stay out of this then, all the ones that would are either busy, too weak, or Rag. So I’ll try to take part, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to.*
*Mad science, occult rituals, anything narratively interesting will work wonders.*
*By the way, I've decided that Felix can't be brought back with your typical spell. It's going to take some serious dedication to resurrect the boi.*
*Cool, I think most of my characters will have to stay out of this then, all the ones that would are either busy, too weak, or Rag. So I’ll try to take part, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to.*
*Mad science, occult rituals, anything narratively interesting will work wonders.*
*I do believe I could do something like that, I’m decent at making narratively interesting things I think.*
*By the way, I've decided that Felix can't be brought back with your typical spell. It's going to take some serious dedication to resurrect the boi.*
*Cool, I think most of my characters will have to stay out of this then, all the ones that would are either busy, too weak, or Rag. So I’ll try to take part, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to.*
*Mad science, occult rituals, anything narratively interesting will work wonders.*
*I do believe I could do something like that, I’m decent at making narratively interesting things I think.*
*You are very good at that. Don't sell yourself short.*
*By the way, I've decided that Felix can't be brought back with your typical spell. It's going to take some serious dedication to resurrect the boi.*
*Cool, I think most of my characters will have to stay out of this then, all the ones that would are either busy, too weak, or Rag. So I’ll try to take part, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to.*
*Mad science, occult rituals, anything narratively interesting will work wonders.*
*I do believe I could do something like that, I’m decent at making narratively interesting things I think.*
*You are very good at that. Don't sell yourself short.*
*Name one ‘very good’ story that I’ve created. Personally, I can’t think of one.*
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“More close to people who consumed the power of eldritch beings in one form or another. Leaving them in conditions similar to this Cleric beast’s skull.”
“That… is horribly disturbing. Can you reverse it?”
“Ah it’s what makes everything so interesting. Of course we can’t, that’s why it’s the job of hunters to kill those who do these things, a wonderful hobby of mine.”
As guests arrive and discover the horrors of this place, KK is cheerfully greeting them and wishing them a fun time. After most of the initial wave of visitors passes and disperses into the park proper, the child can faintly hear her saying "Yep, they're definitely gonna go insane." to herself with an equally cheery tone.
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)
*Hey dudes, I'm back.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Child, curious, walks up to KK, pointing their scepter at her. “What’d you just say?”
“Great… why do people consume the power of eldritch beings in the first place?”
“By many meets, talking to eldritch gods, gaining forbidden knowledge, consuming the blood of such creatures. All that.”
“Well yeah, but what’s the motive behind doing any of this?”
*Me: THE VOICES*
*The Gregorian chanting choir in my walls: TTHHEE VVOOIICCEESS*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Is now an ok time to hop in? Idk if y'all are in the middle of anything.
Orange Juice!
*Apologies for the delay*
She turns around to face him, a bit surprised. "Oh, I was saying that they're definitely going to have a great time here!" She nervously chuckles a bit. "And how are you enjoying the fair so far?"
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)
*By the way, I've decided that Felix can't be brought back with your typical spell. It's going to take some serious dedication to resurrect the boi.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cool, I think most of my characters will have to stay out of this then, all the ones that would are either busy, too weak, or Rag. So I’ll try to take part, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to.*
“I find it deeply fun, and very amazing. It’s my favorite thing to do, so many people I can kill.”
*Okay, I’m here, does anyone want to roleplay? If anyone is here at all?*
*Mad science, occult rituals, anything narratively interesting will work wonders.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I do believe I could do something like that, I’m decent at making narratively interesting things I think.*
*You are very good at that. Don't sell yourself short.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Name one ‘very good’ story that I’ve created. Personally, I can’t think of one.*