*A sea monsters faction sounds super cool! Wait... I know what I'm going to make once the thread's up! Sirens that are ALSO PIRATES!*
KK has returned to the Court, alongside another of her mannequin creations, walking around and looking for another potential lead in her search for answers- and maybe leaving a few flyers for the Faceless Fair here and there. She passes by and notices Aurelia, waving to her.
*how fun! The other best part? When you make your own faction (as in like your crew and fleet within one of the factions I mentioned earlier, I need to come up with better terms for this…) someone else can join it as a crewmember!*
Aurelia puts on a smile and waves back, closing the files she was looking through. She gestures for KK join her.
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.
"Who're you?" He asks, tilting his head.
He looks around slowly, keeping an eye on everything before calling out for Riotan.
The Writer grins and sticks out his tongue at the other two.
God of the stream.
As you make your progress through the strange realm, you find what looks like a burned and abandoned rural village. Baskets, pottery shards, staffs, flint knives, old bones, and small serpentine idols litter the ground and the charred homes. At the very center stands Riotan, but he looks… strange.
Caramel purrs and Thirteen scowls.
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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.
*I got a major part in my local play! Thank you to everyone who wished me luck at my audition, it went really well*
*how fun! If you’re comfortable sharing, what play is it?*
*of course! It’s the original cheaper by the dozen play. I’m playing Ernestine!*
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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)
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.
"Who're you?" He asks, tilting his head.
He looks around slowly, keeping an eye on everything before calling out for Riotan.
The Writer grins and sticks out his tongue at the other two.
God of the stream.
As you make your progress through the strange realm, you find what looks like a burned and abandoned rural village. Baskets, pottery shards, staffs, flint knives, old bones, and small serpentine idols litter the ground and the charred homes. At the very center stands Riotan, but he looks… strange.
Caramel purrs and Thirteen scowls.
"Ah, freshwater?" He asked "What are ya doing in the salty kind?"
Samaritan softens his position, his military senses kicking in. "Babe?.."
Scott sighs "I need coffee or something." He said.
*A sea monsters faction sounds super cool! Wait... I know what I'm going to make once the thread's up! Sirens that are ALSO PIRATES!*
KK has returned to the Court, alongside another of her mannequin creations, walking around and looking for another potential lead in her search for answers- and maybe leaving a few flyers for the Faceless Fair here and there. She passes by and notices Aurelia, waving to her.
*how fun! The other best part? When you make your own faction (as in like your crew and fleet within one of the factions I mentioned earlier, I need to come up with better terms for this…) someone else can join it as a crewmember!*
Aurelia puts on a smile and waves back, closing the files she was looking through. She gestures for KK join her.
*How fantastic! Maybe I could assemble a whole crew... oh, what a sight that'd be!*
KK does join her, taking a seat. "Hello again, your radiance." She responds, also putting on a smile. "How have you been?"
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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)
*taika’s original idea came from not only my fascination with constructs, but also I had an idea for a doll maker whose family died and he spends forever trying to recreate them, but none of his works are perfect so he sells them. But my other doll maker idea is somebody whose loved one is cursed and is slowly deteriorating and falling apart. Little by little, they replace the rotten bits with porcelain, until all that remains of the former person is their sentience. Maybe I shoulda gone for the second one instead. Thoughts?*
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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)
*A sea monsters faction sounds super cool! Wait... I know what I'm going to make once the thread's up! Sirens that are ALSO PIRATES!*
KK has returned to the Court, alongside another of her mannequin creations, walking around and looking for another potential lead in her search for answers- and maybe leaving a few flyers for the Faceless Fair here and there. She passes by and notices Aurelia, waving to her.
*how fun! The other best part? When you make your own faction (as in like your crew and fleet within one of the factions I mentioned earlier, I need to come up with better terms for this…) someone else can join it as a crewmember!*
Aurelia puts on a smile and waves back, closing the files she was looking through. She gestures for KK join her.
*How fantastic! Maybe I could assemble a whole crew... oh, what a sight that'd be!*
KK does join her, taking a seat. "Hello again, your radiance." She responds, also putting on a smile. "How have you been?"
*I’d love to join. And you can use player levels or monster statblocks for your characters, with a limit of CR 15 for crew captains and about CR 8-9 for important crew mates.*
”I’m doing… better. We think we found evidence of one of the twins tampering with the ropes holding up the tank, which could help tremendously with the case… the trial is going to be in a week…”
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.
"Who're you?" He asks, tilting his head.
He looks around slowly, keeping an eye on everything before calling out for Riotan.
The Writer grins and sticks out his tongue at the other two.
God of the stream.
As you make your progress through the strange realm, you find what looks like a burned and abandoned rural village. Baskets, pottery shards, staffs, flint knives, old bones, and small serpentine idols litter the ground and the charred homes. At the very center stands Riotan, but he looks… strange.
Caramel purrs and Thirteen scowls.
"Ah, freshwater?" He asked "What are ya doing in the salty kind?"
Samaritan softens his position, his military senses kicking in. "Babe?.."
Scott sighs "I need coffee or something." He said.
Just looking around.
Rio turns around and immediately looks normal again. “Samaritan! I’m so glad you’re here! I ought to have cleaned up, my place is a mess!”
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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.
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.
"Who're you?" He asks, tilting his head.
He looks around slowly, keeping an eye on everything before calling out for Riotan.
The Writer grins and sticks out his tongue at the other two.
God of the stream.
As you make your progress through the strange realm, you find what looks like a burned and abandoned rural village. Baskets, pottery shards, staffs, flint knives, old bones, and small serpentine idols litter the ground and the charred homes. At the very center stands Riotan, but he looks… strange.
Caramel purrs and Thirteen scowls.
"Ah, freshwater?" He asked "What are ya doing in the salty kind?"
Samaritan softens his position, his military senses kicking in. "Babe?.."
Scott sighs "I need coffee or something." He said.
Just looking around.
Rio turns around and immediately looks normal again. “Samaritan! I’m so glad you’re here! I ought to have cleaned up, my place is a mess!”
"You okay in the water though?" He asks, tilting his head to the side curiously.
"Riotan... What happened?" He asks, his tone soft but stern "I saw the difference between a few seconds ago and now?"
A young woman in a sun hat enters the inn. Her long blonde hair brushes the hem of her sundress, swaying back and forth across the lacey edge as she walks. Slung across her shoulder is an antique leather bag. As she sits at the bar, she clutches the pendant on her necklace. It’s a small blue stone that matches her eyes encased in gold filigree, hanging from a thin golden chain.
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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)
*Guess I’m not dead anymore, does anybody want to rp while I’m here?*
*how fun! The other best part? When you make your own faction (as in like your crew and fleet within one of the factions I mentioned earlier, I need to come up with better terms for this…) someone else can join it as a crewmember!*
Aurelia puts on a smile and waves back, closing the files she was looking through. She gestures for KK join her.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*of course! It’s the original cheaper by the dozen play. I’m playing Ernestine!*
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)
*hello*
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"Ah, freshwater?" He asked "What are ya doing in the salty kind?"
Samaritan softens his position, his military senses kicking in. "Babe?.."
Scott sighs "I need coffee or something." 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
*hiya!*
*How fantastic! Maybe I could assemble a whole crew... oh, what a sight that'd be!*
KK does join her, taking a seat. "Hello again, your radiance." She responds, also putting on a smile. "How have you been?"
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)
*Nobody? Maybe later.*
*I'd love to rp, if you want! Any particular character you'd 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)
*taika’s original idea came from not only my fascination with constructs, but also I had an idea for a doll maker whose family died and he spends forever trying to recreate them, but none of his works are perfect so he sells them. But my other doll maker idea is somebody whose loved one is cursed and is slowly deteriorating and falling apart. Little by little, they replace the rotten bits with porcelain, until all that remains of the former person is their sentience. Maybe I shoulda gone for the second one instead. Thoughts?*
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)
*I’d love to join. And you can use player levels or monster statblocks for your characters, with a limit of CR 15 for crew captains and about CR 8-9 for important crew mates.*
”I’m doing… better. We think we found evidence of one of the twins tampering with the ropes holding up the tank, which could help tremendously with the case… the trial is going to be in a week…”
*how has everyone been?*
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*Oh you do? Anyone is fine, I’m just happy to rp, I do have a pirate character.*
Just looking around.
Rio turns around and immediately looks normal again. “Samaritan! I’m so glad you’re here! I ought to have cleaned up, my place is a mess!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*quite well, how are you?*
*pretty good as well thanks for asking*
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"You okay in the water though?" He asks, tilting his head to the side curiously.
"Riotan... What happened?" He asks, his tone soft but stern "I saw the difference between a few seconds ago and now?"
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 young woman in a sun hat enters the inn. Her long blonde hair brushes the hem of her sundress, swaying back and forth across the lacey edge as she walks. Slung across her shoulder is an antique leather bag. As she sits at the bar, she clutches the pendant on her necklace. It’s a small blue stone that matches her eyes encased in gold filigree, hanging from a thin golden chain.
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)
*wonderful! Do you want to roleplay?*