"Thanks- I want that too." She chuckles a bit, and then starts eating her bowl of the stew they worked on together.
"Do I have a needle and string? Do you know who I am?" She says jokingly, grabbing a needle and thread and handing it to him.
She makes a larger bowl for herself, happy to eat with them in silence, eating the rest of the deer's bones as to not waste anything.
He chuckles at the joke, taking the things and beginning to stitch himself up "Another stitch on a near fatal wound, that makes six if I'm correct." He cleanly bandages it up after.
Once finished with the stew, Omori picks up one of the deer's bones as well, attempting to eat it as well. Her razor teeth cut crack into its tough exterior almost too efficiently, to her own surprise.
"Hopefully, we won't have to stitch up anything that close to being fatal anytime soon." She responds, seeming less tense now that he's not immediately at risk of dying.
She smiles, using her own fangs for the same effect “Now once the shell is opened up, ya got ta get to tooth in there and suck the meat inside.” She shows them, slurping it up with years of experience to back up the ease.
He sighs, pulling his shirt back down, his chiseled body back to being hidden by his clothes “We likely will, but let’s hope against it. Would you like some of my research on the old blood, or maybe even some assist learning about it yourself?”
She pulls out a bit of the inner marrow, looking at it quizzically for a second before eating it. "Hmm... never tried bone marrow before. It's pretty good."
"Yes, I'd love to learn more about it! I'd like to know what I'm working with before I make anything out of it." She replies, picking up that vial of the old blood again and looking into it once more. "That, and it just seems so... fascinating."
“Course it is, I wouldn’t feed ya somethin’ all that bad. It’s all got good protein an’ all that.” She smiles at them, looking to their painting “I’m just so proud o’ ya.”
“Do you have a place I could stay temporarily? So that I can assist you, because I don’t think I should be outside while the beasts are on the hunt with this injury. Though I can if you do not.” He says, looking down to his shortswords at his hips.
A ship has docked in the harbor, and it is like no other. As massive as she is beautiful is a sailing ship that looks almost identical to a galleon ship, made from sturdy black oak and elegant blue bogwood. At her front is a post carving of a whale-like creature, glittering ethereally with magical motes of light dancing around it like a beacon. But the real gem of this ship is its flags, flying bold and true. They wave in the wind and seem to shift colors before the eyes. The resembles this aurora borealis, a light of hope.
A man hopes over the railing and down to the decks below. A monkey on his shoulder screeches in indignant panic before smacking the man, who laughs a bit. The man stands a good 6'1 with stark white hair cut short and a well-trimmed mustache. He wears a black sweater underneath a long brilliant white navy man's coat, patches and medals of glory and honor dotting the fabric with gold, silver, and copper. He fixes an eyepatch, made of black soft fabric and etched with a golden rune, over his left eye. The monkey on his shoulder is dressed in a little blue bowtie that it seems really protective of.
The man sings to himself as he helps his crew unload boxes of foodstuffs, ale, tea, and other things off the ship.
"Come get your duds in order 'Cause we're bound to cross the water Heave away, me jollies Heave away Come get your duds in order 'Cause we're bound to leave tomorrow Heave away, me jolly boys We're all bound away!"
*one piece⁉️⁉️‼️⁉️‼️‼️‼️⁉️⁉️*
Suhou is once more idly paddling around in the water, trying to avoid conflict.
*Nope. Spelljammer.*
The man looks down and beams brightly "Ello there!"
A ship has docked in the harbor, and it is like no other. As massive as she is beautiful is a sailing ship that looks almost identical to a galleon ship, made from sturdy black oak and elegant blue bogwood. At her front is a post carving of a whale-like creature, glittering ethereally with magical motes of light dancing around it like a beacon. But the real gem of this ship is its flags, flying bold and true. They wave in the wind and seem to shift colors before the eyes. The resembles this aurora borealis, a light of hope.
A man hopes over the railing and down to the decks below. A monkey on his shoulder screeches in indignant panic before smacking the man, who laughs a bit. The man stands a good 6'1 with stark white hair cut short and a well-trimmed mustache. He wears a black sweater underneath a long brilliant white navy man's coat, patches and medals of glory and honor dotting the fabric with gold, silver, and copper. He fixes an eyepatch, made of black soft fabric and etched with a golden rune, over his left eye. The monkey on his shoulder is dressed in a little blue bowtie that it seems really protective of.
The man sings to himself as he helps his crew unload boxes of foodstuffs, ale, tea, and other things off the ship.
"Come get your duds in order 'Cause we're bound to cross the water Heave away, me jollies Heave away Come get your duds in order 'Cause we're bound to leave tomorrow Heave away, me jolly boys We're all bound away!"
*Oh cool, I can use the guy I made now. Jsyk, he’s a shipwright who cares deeply about his ship, his name is Barnacle because that’s clever. Anyway, I’ve got to go. Really sorry I can’t rp rn, love yall.*
A ship has docked in the harbor, and it is like no other. As massive as she is beautiful is a sailing ship that looks almost identical to a galleon ship, made from sturdy black oak and elegant blue bogwood. At her front is a post carving of a whale-like creature, glittering ethereally with magical motes of light dancing around it like a beacon. But the real gem of this ship is its flags, flying bold and true. They wave in the wind and seem to shift colors before the eyes. The resembles this aurora borealis, a light of hope.
A man hopes over the railing and down to the decks below. A monkey on his shoulder screeches in indignant panic before smacking the man, who laughs a bit. The man stands a good 6'1 with stark white hair cut short and a well-trimmed mustache. He wears a black sweater underneath a long brilliant white navy man's coat, patches and medals of glory and honor dotting the fabric with gold, silver, and copper. He fixes an eyepatch, made of black soft fabric and etched with a golden rune, over his left eye. The monkey on his shoulder is dressed in a little blue bowtie that it seems really protective of.
The man sings to himself as he helps his crew unload boxes of foodstuffs, ale, tea, and other things off the ship.
"Come get your duds in order 'Cause we're bound to cross the water Heave away, me jollies Heave away Come get your duds in order 'Cause we're bound to leave tomorrow Heave away, me jolly boys We're all bound away!"
*one piece⁉️⁉️‼️⁉️‼️‼️‼️⁉️⁉️*
Suhou is once more idly paddling around in the water, trying to avoid conflict.
*Nope. Spelljammer.*
The man looks down and beams brightly "Ello there!"
*want to rp with any characters in addition to this new fellow?*
Suhou looks frightened and dives just below the surface, going transparent.
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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.
"Thanks- I want that too." She chuckles a bit, and then starts eating her bowl of the stew they worked on together.
"Do I have a needle and string? Do you know who I am?" She says jokingly, grabbing a needle and thread and handing it to him.
She makes a larger bowl for herself, happy to eat with them in silence, eating the rest of the deer's bones as to not waste anything.
He chuckles at the joke, taking the things and beginning to stitch himself up "Another stitch on a near fatal wound, that makes six if I'm correct." He cleanly bandages it up after.
Once finished with the stew, Omori picks up one of the deer's bones as well, attempting to eat it as well. Her razor teeth cut crack into its tough exterior almost too efficiently, to her own surprise.
"Hopefully, we won't have to stitch up anything that close to being fatal anytime soon." She responds, seeming less tense now that he's not immediately at risk of dying.
She smiles, using her own fangs for the same effect “Now once the shell is opened up, ya got ta get to tooth in there and suck the meat inside.” She shows them, slurping it up with years of experience to back up the ease.
He sighs, pulling his shirt back down, his chiseled body back to being hidden by his clothes “We likely will, but let’s hope against it. Would you like some of my research on the old blood, or maybe even some assist learning about it yourself?”
She pulls out a bit of the inner marrow, looking at it quizzically for a second before eating it. "Hmm... never tried bone marrow before. It's pretty good."
"Yes, I'd love to learn more about it! I'd like to know what I'm working with before I make anything out of it." She replies, picking up that vial of the old blood again and looking into it once more. "That, and it just seems so... fascinating."
“Course it is, I wouldn’t feed ya somethin’ all that bad. It’s all got good protein an’ all that.” She smiles at them, looking to their painting “I’m just so proud o’ ya.”
“Do you have a place I could stay temporarily? So that I can assist you, because I don’t think I should be outside while the beasts are on the hunt with this injury. Though I can if you do not.” He says, looking down to his shortswords at his hips.
"Thanks- I'm proud of me too." She smiles back.
"I do, actually. There's a loft area of the warehouse that hasn't been occupied in a while, just up those stairs. It should all still be in good condition." She responds, pointing to the aforementioned stairs, which look like they were installed after the warehouse was abandoned and reclaimed.
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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)
In a few days’ time, Taika returns. He has all five golems with him. The first, like a praying mantis with claw-like arms and watchful eyes. The second, tall and broad, resembling a bear, with strength and resilience baked into its being. The third, unlike the others in its nature; closer to a fabric doll, soft and foxlike with eyes full of kindness. The fourth, many limbed and agile, quiet; watching with many eyes, careful and precise. And the fifth. The spitting image of a perfect porcelain doll; Long blond hair and a blue dress, eyes full of childlike wonder.
Basil smiles as he looks at them
“Are they to your satisfaction?”
Just for tarr
Tarr
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Thanks- I want that too." She chuckles a bit, and then starts eating her bowl of the stew they worked on together.
"Do I have a needle and string? Do you know who I am?" She says jokingly, grabbing a needle and thread and handing it to him.
She makes a larger bowl for herself, happy to eat with them in silence, eating the rest of the deer's bones as to not waste anything.
He chuckles at the joke, taking the things and beginning to stitch himself up "Another stitch on a near fatal wound, that makes six if I'm correct." He cleanly bandages it up after.
Once finished with the stew, Omori picks up one of the deer's bones as well, attempting to eat it as well. Her razor teeth cut crack into its tough exterior almost too efficiently, to her own surprise.
"Hopefully, we won't have to stitch up anything that close to being fatal anytime soon." She responds, seeming less tense now that he's not immediately at risk of dying.
She smiles, using her own fangs for the same effect “Now once the shell is opened up, ya got ta get to tooth in there and suck the meat inside.” She shows them, slurping it up with years of experience to back up the ease.
He sighs, pulling his shirt back down, his chiseled body back to being hidden by his clothes “We likely will, but let’s hope against it. Would you like some of my research on the old blood, or maybe even some assist learning about it yourself?”
She pulls out a bit of the inner marrow, looking at it quizzically for a second before eating it. "Hmm... never tried bone marrow before. It's pretty good."
"Yes, I'd love to learn more about it! I'd like to know what I'm working with before I make anything out of it." She replies, picking up that vial of the old blood again and looking into it once more. "That, and it just seems so... fascinating."
“Course it is, I wouldn’t feed ya somethin’ all that bad. It’s all got good protein an’ all that.” She smiles at them, looking to their painting “I’m just so proud o’ ya.”
“Do you have a place I could stay temporarily? So that I can assist you, because I don’t think I should be outside while the beasts are on the hunt with this injury. Though I can if you do not.” He says, looking down to his shortswords at his hips.
"Thanks- I'm proud of me too." She smiles back.
"I do, actually. There's a loft area of the warehouse that hasn't been occupied in a while, just up those stairs. It should all still be in good condition." She responds, pointing to the aforementioned stairs, which look like they were installed after the warehouse was abandoned and reclaimed.
She pats their head “I’m gonna get some sleep, an’ then we are gonna practice some magic huh?”
He looks that way, unsheathing one of his blades and using it as a cane, sticking it into the ground and beginning to walk over “Thank you, it is best I get some rest for now, it has truly been a pleasure to speak with you once more madam KK.” He goes upstairs, laying on the ground and again to sleep.
In a few days’ time, Taika returns. He has all five golems with him. The first, like a praying mantis with claw-like arms and watchful eyes. The second, tall and broad, resembling a bear, with strength and resilience baked into its being. The third, unlike the others in its nature; closer to a fabric doll, soft and foxlike with eyes full of kindness. The fourth, many limbed and agile, quiet; watching with many eyes, careful and precise. And the fifth. The spitting image of a perfect porcelain doll; Long blond hair and a blue dress, eyes full of childlike wonder.
Basil smiles as he looks at them
“Are they to your satisfaction?”
*how did I not see this?*
"Yes- yes they are." Basil stares the golems, joy in his eyes, even more intense than normal
A ship has docked in the harbor, and it is like no other. As massive as she is beautiful is a sailing ship that looks almost identical to a galleon ship, made from sturdy black oak and elegant blue bogwood. At her front is a post carving of a whale-like creature, glittering ethereally with magical motes of light dancing around it like a beacon. But the real gem of this ship is its flags, flying bold and true. They wave in the wind and seem to shift colors before the eyes. The resembles this aurora borealis, a light of hope.
A man hopes over the railing and down to the decks below. A monkey on his shoulder screeches in indignant panic before smacking the man, who laughs a bit. The man stands a good 6'1 with stark white hair cut short and a well-trimmed mustache. He wears a black sweater underneath a long brilliant white navy man's coat, patches and medals of glory and honor dotting the fabric with gold, silver, and copper. He fixes an eyepatch, made of black soft fabric and etched with a golden rune, over his left eye. The monkey on his shoulder is dressed in a little blue bowtie that it seems really protective of.
The man sings to himself as he helps his crew unload boxes of foodstuffs, ale, tea, and other things off the ship.
"Come get your duds in order 'Cause we're bound to cross the water Heave away, me jollies Heave away Come get your duds in order 'Cause we're bound to leave tomorrow Heave away, me jolly boys We're all bound away!"
*one piece⁉️⁉️‼️⁉️‼️‼️‼️⁉️⁉️*
Suhou is once more idly paddling around in the water, trying to avoid conflict.
*Nope. Spelljammer.*
The man looks down and beams brightly "Ello there!"
*want to rp with any characters in addition to this new fellow?*
Suhou looks frightened and dives just below the surface, going transparent.
*Uhhh I suppose Riotan and Thirteen.*
"Oh, sorry lass. Didn't mean to scare ya." He said
A ship has docked in the harbor, and it is like no other. As massive as she is beautiful is a sailing ship that looks almost identical to a galleon ship, made from sturdy black oak and elegant blue bogwood. At her front is a post carving of a whale-like creature, glittering ethereally with magical motes of light dancing around it like a beacon. But the real gem of this ship is its flags, flying bold and true. They wave in the wind and seem to shift colors before the eyes. The resembles this aurora borealis, a light of hope.
A man hopes over the railing and down to the decks below. A monkey on his shoulder screeches in indignant panic before smacking the man, who laughs a bit. The man stands a good 6'1 with stark white hair cut short and a well-trimmed mustache. He wears a black sweater underneath a long brilliant white navy man's coat, patches and medals of glory and honor dotting the fabric with gold, silver, and copper. He fixes an eyepatch, made of black soft fabric and etched with a golden rune, over his left eye. The monkey on his shoulder is dressed in a little blue bowtie that it seems really protective of.
The man sings to himself as he helps his crew unload boxes of foodstuffs, ale, tea, and other things off the ship.
"Come get your duds in order 'Cause we're bound to cross the water Heave away, me jollies Heave away Come get your duds in order 'Cause we're bound to leave tomorrow Heave away, me jolly boys We're all bound away!"
*one piece⁉️⁉️‼️⁉️‼️‼️‼️⁉️⁉️*
Suhou is once more idly paddling around in the water, trying to avoid conflict.
*Nope. Spelljammer.*
The man looks down and beams brightly "Ello there!"
*want to rp with any characters in addition to this new fellow?*
Suhou looks frightened and dives just below the surface, going transparent.
*Uhhh I suppose Riotan and Thirteen.*
"Oh, sorry lass. Didn't mean to scare ya." He said
The small otterlike river spirit rises slowly out of the water, peering back up at him with wide, shining eyes.
Riotan is nowhere to be seen at the moment, but a strange greenish-black fog hangs over the inn and the woods.
Thirteen is playing Caramel with Battleship.
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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.
A ship has docked in the harbor, and it is like no other. As massive as she is beautiful is a sailing ship that looks almost identical to a galleon ship, made from sturdy black oak and elegant blue bogwood. At her front is a post carving of a whale-like creature, glittering ethereally with magical motes of light dancing around it like a beacon. But the real gem of this ship is its flags, flying bold and true. They wave in the wind and seem to shift colors before the eyes. The resembles this aurora borealis, a light of hope.
A man hopes over the railing and down to the decks below. A monkey on his shoulder screeches in indignant panic before smacking the man, who laughs a bit. The man stands a good 6'1 with stark white hair cut short and a well-trimmed mustache. He wears a black sweater underneath a long brilliant white navy man's coat, patches and medals of glory and honor dotting the fabric with gold, silver, and copper. He fixes an eyepatch, made of black soft fabric and etched with a golden rune, over his left eye. The monkey on his shoulder is dressed in a little blue bowtie that it seems really protective of.
The man sings to himself as he helps his crew unload boxes of foodstuffs, ale, tea, and other things off the ship.
"Come get your duds in order 'Cause we're bound to cross the water Heave away, me jollies Heave away Come get your duds in order 'Cause we're bound to leave tomorrow Heave away, me jolly boys We're all bound away!"
*one piece⁉️⁉️‼️⁉️‼️‼️‼️⁉️⁉️*
Suhou is once more idly paddling around in the water, trying to avoid conflict.
*Nope. Spelljammer.*
The man looks down and beams brightly "Ello there!"
*want to rp with any characters in addition to this new fellow?*
Suhou looks frightened and dives just below the surface, going transparent.
*Uhhh I suppose Riotan and Thirteen.*
"Oh, sorry lass. Didn't mean to scare ya." He said
The small otterlike river spirit rises slowly out of the water, peering back up at him with wide, shining eyes.
Riotan is nowhere to be seen at the moment, but a strange greenish-black fog hangs over the inn and the woods.
Thirteen is playing Caramel with Battleship.
He smiles again and waves "Ello!"
Samaritan is looking around for him, moving through the fog silently.
Scott and The Writer both watch them, Scott cheering on Thirteen while The Writer seems to be on Caramels side.
A ship has docked in the harbor, and it is like no other. As massive as she is beautiful is a sailing ship that looks almost identical to a galleon ship, made from sturdy black oak and elegant blue bogwood. At her front is a post carving of a whale-like creature, glittering ethereally with magical motes of light dancing around it like a beacon. But the real gem of this ship is its flags, flying bold and true. They wave in the wind and seem to shift colors before the eyes. The resembles this aurora borealis, a light of hope.
A man hopes over the railing and down to the decks below. A monkey on his shoulder screeches in indignant panic before smacking the man, who laughs a bit. The man stands a good 6'1 with stark white hair cut short and a well-trimmed mustache. He wears a black sweater underneath a long brilliant white navy man's coat, patches and medals of glory and honor dotting the fabric with gold, silver, and copper. He fixes an eyepatch, made of black soft fabric and etched with a golden rune, over his left eye. The monkey on his shoulder is dressed in a little blue bowtie that it seems really protective of.
The man sings to himself as he helps his crew unload boxes of foodstuffs, ale, tea, and other things off the ship.
"Come get your duds in order 'Cause we're bound to cross the water Heave away, me jollies Heave away Come get your duds in order 'Cause we're bound to leave tomorrow Heave away, me jolly boys We're all bound away!"
*one piece⁉️⁉️‼️⁉️‼️‼️‼️⁉️⁉️*
Suhou is once more idly paddling around in the water, trying to avoid conflict.
*Nope. Spelljammer.*
The man looks down and beams brightly "Ello there!"
*want to rp with any characters in addition to this new fellow?*
Suhou looks frightened and dives just below the surface, going transparent.
*Uhhh I suppose Riotan and Thirteen.*
"Oh, sorry lass. Didn't mean to scare ya." He said
The small otterlike river spirit rises slowly out of the water, peering back up at him with wide, shining eyes.
Riotan is nowhere to be seen at the moment, but a strange greenish-black fog hangs over the inn and the woods.
Thirteen is playing Caramel with Battleship.
He smiles again and waves "Ello!"
Samaritan is looking around for him, moving through the fog silently.
Scott and The Writer both watch them, Scott cheering on Thirteen while The Writer seems to be on Caramels side.
Who are you?
He finds the sinkhole from yesterday. It’s a lot deeper than before.
After a battle that would rival WWI, Caramel wins.
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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.
"Okay! I'll probably go back to looking for cool rocks and such." She responds, grabbing her satchel once more.
"It's been a pleasure speaking with you as well, Henry." She says. The loft, judging by some of the drawings left in spots, seems to have at one point been a kid's. After Henry goes up the stairs and out of sight, KK goes back to the vial of old blood. She picks it up for a second, before dismissively shaking her head a moment and setting it back down. "No, not yet." She says to herself.
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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)
A ship has docked in the harbor, and it is like no other. As massive as she is beautiful is a sailing ship that looks almost identical to a galleon ship, made from sturdy black oak and elegant blue bogwood. At her front is a post carving of a whale-like creature, glittering ethereally with magical motes of light dancing around it like a beacon. But the real gem of this ship is its flags, flying bold and true. They wave in the wind and seem to shift colors before the eyes. The resembles this aurora borealis, a light of hope.
A man hopes over the railing and down to the decks below. A monkey on his shoulder screeches in indignant panic before smacking the man, who laughs a bit. The man stands a good 6'1 with stark white hair cut short and a well-trimmed mustache. He wears a black sweater underneath a long brilliant white navy man's coat, patches and medals of glory and honor dotting the fabric with gold, silver, and copper. He fixes an eyepatch, made of black soft fabric and etched with a golden rune, over his left eye. The monkey on his shoulder is dressed in a little blue bowtie that it seems really protective of.
The man sings to himself as he helps his crew unload boxes of foodstuffs, ale, tea, and other things off the ship.
"Come get your duds in order 'Cause we're bound to cross the water Heave away, me jollies Heave away Come get your duds in order 'Cause we're bound to leave tomorrow Heave away, me jolly boys We're all bound away!"
*one piece⁉️⁉️‼️⁉️‼️‼️‼️⁉️⁉️*
Suhou is once more idly paddling around in the water, trying to avoid conflict.
*Nope. Spelljammer.*
The man looks down and beams brightly "Ello there!"
*want to rp with any characters in addition to this new fellow?*
Suhou looks frightened and dives just below the surface, going transparent.
*Uhhh I suppose Riotan and Thirteen.*
"Oh, sorry lass. Didn't mean to scare ya." He said
The small otterlike river spirit rises slowly out of the water, peering back up at him with wide, shining eyes.
Riotan is nowhere to be seen at the moment, but a strange greenish-black fog hangs over the inn and the woods.
Thirteen is playing Caramel with Battleship.
He smiles again and waves "Ello!"
Samaritan is looking around for him, moving through the fog silently.
Scott and The Writer both watch them, Scott cheering on Thirteen while The Writer seems to be on Caramels side.
Who are you?
He finds the sinkhole from yesterday. It’s a lot deeper than before.
After a battle that would rival WWI, Caramel wins.
"My name is Austin Solar! Pleasure to meet you!" He chirps happily.
He blinks, a bit concerned, and begins to make his way down.
The Writer grins, jumping up happily and cheering. Scott rolls his eyes, annoyed.
In a few days’ time, Taika returns. He has all five golems with him. The first, like a praying mantis with claw-like arms and watchful eyes. The second, tall and broad, resembling a bear, with strength and resilience baked into its being. The third, unlike the others in its nature; closer to a fabric doll, soft and foxlike with eyes full of kindness. The fourth, many limbed and agile, quiet; watching with many eyes, careful and precise. And the fifth. The spitting image of a perfect porcelain doll; Long blond hair and a blue dress, eyes full of childlike wonder.
Basil smiles as he looks at them
“Are they to your satisfaction?”
*how did I not see this?*
"Yes- yes they are." Basil stares the golems, joy in his eyes, even more intense than normal
“Well then, sir, I’ll be on my way!” He poofs away in a cloud of clay dust, leaving the golems
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
In a few days’ time, Taika returns. He has all five golems with him. The first, like a praying mantis with claw-like arms and watchful eyes. The second, tall and broad, resembling a bear, with strength and resilience baked into its being. The third, unlike the others in its nature; closer to a fabric doll, soft and foxlike with eyes full of kindness. The fourth, many limbed and agile, quiet; watching with many eyes, careful and precise. And the fifth. The spitting image of a perfect porcelain doll; Long blond hair and a blue dress, eyes full of childlike wonder.
Basil smiles as he looks at them
“Are they to your satisfaction?”
*how did I not see this?*
"Yes- yes they are." Basil stares the golems, joy in his eyes, even more intense than normal
“Well then, sir, I’ll be on my way!” He poofs away in a cloud of clay dust, leaving the golems
You slowly descend against a cliff face into what seems like a cavern. However, upon turning, you find yourself in a desolate, expansive realm. The skies are a dull blood red, and the fog is still present. You’re upon a hill-like landform, covered only in dead grasses. Near its base winds a small, dirty river. Nothing is alive that you can see.
Thirteen sighs, while Caramel climbs into the Writer’s lap, purring.
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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.
“Course it is, I wouldn’t feed ya somethin’ all that bad. It’s all got good protein an’ all that.” She smiles at them, looking to their painting “I’m just so proud o’ ya.”
“Do you have a place I could stay temporarily? So that I can assist you, because I don’t think I should be outside while the beasts are on the hunt with this injury. Though I can if you do not.” He says, looking down to his shortswords at his hips.
*Nope. Spelljammer.*
The man looks down and beams brightly "Ello there!"
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
*yo any of you want to RP with a random pansexual NB furry (AKA Tarasque2897)*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Oh cool, I can use the guy I made now. Jsyk, he’s a shipwright who cares deeply about his ship, his name is Barnacle because that’s clever. Anyway, I’ve got to go. Really sorry I can’t rp rn, love yall.*
*want to rp with any characters in addition to this new fellow?*
Suhou looks frightened and dives just below the surface, going transparent.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Thanks- I'm proud of me too." She smiles back.
"I do, actually. There's a loft area of the warehouse that hasn't been occupied in a while, just up those stairs. It should all still be in good condition." She responds, pointing to the aforementioned stairs, which look like they were installed after the warehouse was abandoned and reclaimed.
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)
*blp*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Tarr
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
She pats their head “I’m gonna get some sleep, an’ then we are gonna practice some magic huh?”
He looks that way, unsheathing one of his blades and using it as a cane, sticking it into the ground and beginning to walk over “Thank you, it is best I get some rest for now, it has truly been a pleasure to speak with you once more madam KK.” He goes upstairs, laying on the ground and again to sleep.
*how did I not see this?*
"Yes- yes they are." Basil stares the golems, joy in his eyes, even more intense than normal
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Uhhh I suppose Riotan and Thirteen.*
"Oh, sorry lass. Didn't mean to scare ya." He said
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
The small otterlike river spirit rises slowly out of the water, peering back up at him with wide, shining eyes.
Riotan is nowhere to be seen at the moment, but a strange greenish-black fog hangs over the inn and the woods.
Thirteen is playing Caramel with Battleship.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He smiles again and waves "Ello!"
Samaritan is looking around for him, moving through the fog silently.
Scott and The Writer both watch them, Scott cheering on Thirteen while The Writer seems to be on Caramels side.
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
Who are you?
He finds the sinkhole from yesterday. It’s a lot deeper than before.
After a battle that would rival WWI, Caramel wins.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut*
"Okay! I'll probably go back to looking for cool rocks and such." She responds, grabbing her satchel once more.
"It's been a pleasure speaking with you as well, Henry." She says. The loft, judging by some of the drawings left in spots, seems to have at one point been a kid's. After Henry goes up the stairs and out of sight, KK goes back to the vial of old blood. She picks it up for a second, before dismissively shaking her head a moment and setting it back down. "No, not yet." She says to herself.
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)
"My name is Austin Solar! Pleasure to meet you!" He chirps happily.
He blinks, a bit concerned, and begins to make his way down.
The Writer grins, jumping up happily and cheering. Scott rolls his eyes, annoyed.
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
“Well then, sir, I’ll be on my way!” He poofs away in a cloud of clay dust, leaving the golems
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Basil walks away, happy *good place to end*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*cut*
I see…
You slowly descend against a cliff face into what seems like a cavern. However, upon turning, you find yourself in a desolate, expansive realm. The skies are a dull blood red, and the fog is still present. You’re upon a hill-like landform, covered only in dead grasses. Near its base winds a small, dirty river. Nothing is alive that you can see.
Thirteen sighs, while Caramel climbs into the Writer’s lap, purring.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*boo*