KK is back at the Faceless Fair, patching up mannequins and breaches of raw nightmare matter wherever they happen to be to keep the Fair afloat a while longer.
Helianth is finally, beyond any doubt, fully prepared to leave for the stars. The teleportation circle is complete, all the machines are in working order... now it just needs to wait and see who among its friends decides to join it.
Henry has been experimenting with some of the mannequins and the old blood, who have been having some adverse changes as a result of consuming even the smallest fraction of it, making them feral, which leads to Henry soon killing them.
Tim is right there with them, excited to see the stars and still be able to come back home to Lord's Point. He seems more excited than he has ever been before, as well as practicing his magic.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"I don't know. I like the view." She pokes him, smirking. She picks up a massive box with metal tubes in it.
"Ah, careful what you wish, it may come back to you threefold." he said.
He chuckles, before looking at the box and taking one of the tubes out, tossing it in-between his hands "Maybe later, somewhere more... warm. These are the bombs?"
He turns on his heel, walking towards them, his sword appearing from ash in his hand "You never shut up, do you?" Init:12
"Yep, careful with em." She said "Can explode at any second if the gunpowder inside ignites."
"Unfortunately not." he chuckles. (INIT: 23)
He immediately tosses one into the ruins as hard as he can, smiling wide as it flies through the air.
(Ah, I get the combat test now, fun. I imagine the Black Crown doesn't like infighting.)
It explodes on impact, the burst of color exploding from the impact as colored smoke of all kinds fills the air.
James sighs and steps forward, suddenly, he is a blur before Tengen "You know you can't hurt me, just like how I can't hurt you. But I certainly can hurt your pride a bit." He said and pulls his dagger out from the hilt of his cane. It glows a bright blue color as he spins it.
He cackles at the sight, grabbing another, but before throwing it, it waits for Stroth to join in on the fun, smiling wide.
He looks into their eyes, his own filled with a cold rage "I don't waste my time being arrogant like you. I may not be able to kill you, but I can certainly prove you wrong." He makes two slashes, forming an x in the air, the air splitting. To hit:3420 Damage:910
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Good morning my lovely goobers! A lot has happened irl for me. Sorry I was gone :[ *
Oliver is sitting outside, bundled in his cloak. He is talking to a bunch of small glowing fairies in Sylvian, his staff laying in his lap.
*I'm sorry you've had to go through whatever you went through.*
Merabelle sits next to them, her legs crossed, and a warm bowl of stew in her hand. Steam comes off of it as she waits for it to cool, smiling at the fairies.
*It's fine.*
Oliver smiles slightly, waving goodbye to the fairies as he looks up at Merabelle.
Once the stew is not boiling hot, she hands it to them "Here ya go lil pardner. Ya should have somethin' ta eat."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Good morning my lovely goobers! A lot has happened irl for me. Sorry I was gone :[ *
Oliver is sitting outside, bundled in his cloak. He is talking to a bunch of small glowing fairies in Sylvian, his staff laying in his lap.
*I'm sorry you've had to go through whatever you went through.*
Merabelle sits next to them, her legs crossed, and a warm bowl of stew in her hand. Steam comes off of it as she waits for it to cool, smiling at the fairies.
*It's fine.*
Oliver smiles slightly, waving goodbye to the fairies as he looks up at Merabelle.
Once the stew is not boiling hot, she hands it to them "Here ya go lil pardner. Ya should have somethin' ta eat."
He fidgets with his staff. "Not hungry..."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Good morning my lovely goobers! A lot has happened irl for me. Sorry I was gone :[ *
Oliver is sitting outside, bundled in his cloak. He is talking to a bunch of small glowing fairies in Sylvian, his staff laying in his lap.
*I'm sorry you've had to go through whatever you went through.*
Merabelle sits next to them, her legs crossed, and a warm bowl of stew in her hand. Steam comes off of it as she waits for it to cool, smiling at the fairies.
*It's fine.*
Oliver smiles slightly, waving goodbye to the fairies as he looks up at Merabelle.
Once the stew is not boiling hot, she hands it to them "Here ya go lil pardner. Ya should have somethin' ta eat."
He fidgets with his staff. "Not hungry..."
She pulls it back, patting their head "Then ya can eat later. Are ya okay?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Good morning my lovely goobers! A lot has happened irl for me. Sorry I was gone :[ *
Oliver is sitting outside, bundled in his cloak. He is talking to a bunch of small glowing fairies in Sylvian, his staff laying in his lap.
*I'm sorry you've had to go through whatever you went through.*
Merabelle sits next to them, her legs crossed, and a warm bowl of stew in her hand. Steam comes off of it as she waits for it to cool, smiling at the fairies.
*It's fine.*
Oliver smiles slightly, waving goodbye to the fairies as he looks up at Merabelle.
Once the stew is not boiling hot, she hands it to them "Here ya go lil pardner. Ya should have somethin' ta eat."
He fidgets with his staff. "Not hungry..."
She pulls it back, patting their head "Then ya can eat later. Are ya okay?"
He nods, picking at his cloak
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
KK is back at the Faceless Fair, patching up mannequins and breaches of raw nightmare matter wherever they happen to be to keep the Fair afloat a while longer.
Helianth is finally, beyond any doubt, fully prepared to leave for the stars. The teleportation circle is complete, all the machines are in working order... now it just needs to wait and see who among its friends decides to join it.
Henry has been experimenting with some of the mannequins and the old blood, who have been having some adverse changes as a result of consuming even the smallest fraction of it, making them feral, which leads to Henry soon killing them.
Tim is right there with them, excited to see the stars and still be able to come back home to Lord's Point. He seems more excited than he has ever been before, as well as practicing his magic.
Even from just a drop of the Old Blood, the mannequins gain an overpowering hunger for flesh, tearing open makeshift mouths on their faceless heads to attempt to feast... seconds before Henry swiftly cleaves them in half or lops off their limbs or uses some other impressive display of combat prowess to dispatch them. KK sees the carnage, and starts picking up and detaching the dead mannequin's limbs for assembling future projects. "How're the tests going?" She asks Henry as she disassembles the bodies with a seam ripper and surgical precision.
The crooked sunflower seems quite happy that anyone at all is here to join it on its voyage. "I see you're practicing magic." It says, upon watching him attempt to cast a spell. "What's your favorite spell you've attempted 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)
Samaritan sighs "Do you want me to do it?.. At least I’ll be able to feel some sort of control instead of you not being able to see your own backside."
Scott nods and stands up, walking over. The Writer rolls his eyes "Booooring."
"Don't worry your head about it. Just my own little plans." He said, chuckling.
“No, it’s alright. But thanks so much for offering.”
Thirteen hands over a stack of a couple dozen small pages bound with twine. The cover reads, “An Analysis of the Nascent Isolationism of Elvish Reincarnation Philosophy”.
“Worry is the only thing that keeps my heart beating.” She croaks. “Stop acting like you’re smarter than the rest of us and stop acting like you have you have any authority.”
He nods and watches, still fretting a bit.
He takes it and tilts his head "I might not be best for this but I can do grammar editing if you wish. I know not a lot about... this topic."
"But I am. You are a nervous rat, Masuki, she is a subservient basketcase, and Tengen... well the best term to describe him would be a bull in a china shop."
Rio leans against Samaritan, staring up at him. “You just can’t stop caring, can you?”
“You don’t need to edit it, I just wanted you to read it and tell me your thoughts.”
Mala glowers at you, adopts a fighting stance, and beats her massive wings around you once. As they dart in and flap back, the air between the two of you distorts and cracks, and a violent sound like a sonic boom rings out. Make a Constitution saving throw.
"Do you want me to?" He asks, tilting his head.
He nods and sits down in a comfy chair.
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“Nah, it’s alright.”
The manuscript goes through the philosophy of reincarnation within elven religious traditions and how these beliefs act to promote racial purity, eugenics, and discrimination against esshiri (the Azaban term for a half-elf).
You take half of 8 thunder damage. Mala keeps her eyes focused on yours. “Insult me again, you pompous piece of [gp].”
He blinks and sighs "I'm sorry..." he said, rubbing his face with his hand.
He reads through it from front to back, his eyes reading over each word.
He seems to absorb the damage and sighs, the damage not affecting him in the slightest. "Come now, you know you cant harm me, just like I can't harm you. Though, maybe you forgot, since you are too busy worrying about others."
Rio presses himself closer against Samaritan, wrapping his arms around him. “Don’t apologize! You’re fine!”
“So what do you think?”
“I didn’t forget. I just hate you.” She turns to Masuki. “C’mon, let’s go. Forget about him.”
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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.
Even from just a drop of the Old Blood, the mannequins gain an overpowering hunger for flesh, tearing open makeshift mouths on their faceless heads to attempt to feast... seconds before Henry swiftly cleaves them in half or lops off their limbs or uses some other impressive display of combat prowess to dispatch them. KK sees the carnage, and starts picking up and detaching the dead mannequin's limbs for assembling future projects. "How're the tests going?" She asks Henry as she disassembles the bodies with a seam ripper and surgical precision.
The crooked sunflower seems quite happy that anyone at all is here to join it on its voyage. "I see you're practicing magic." It says, upon watching him attempt to cast a spell. "What's your favorite spell you've attempted so far?"
He begins to clean his short swords, which have gotten entirely covered in blood by the times he's had to kill them "Unfortunately poorly in terms of trying to cause some benefit to the beings. In terms of satisfying my want to hunt, it is doing quite well. How are you doing dear?" He asks, sheathing the cleaned blades and assisting in the disassembling of the creatures, his mask off much more often.
He looks up from the book to them, smiling wide "Watch this!" He says the words, failing the first few times, but he then casts Light, though he still hasn't managed to control how powerful it becomes, causing it to be incredibly bright once more.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Henry has been experimenting with some of the mannequins and the old blood, who have been having some adverse changes as a result of consuming even the smallest fraction of it, making them feral, which leads to Henry soon killing them.
Tim is right there with them, excited to see the stars and still be able to come back home to Lord's Point. He seems more excited than he has ever been before, as well as practicing his magic.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*don’t worry about it. personal matters are more important. just glad to see you.*
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 cackles at the sight, grabbing another, but before throwing it, it waits for Stroth to join in on the fun, smiling wide.
He looks into their eyes, his own filled with a cold rage "I don't waste my time being arrogant like you. I may not be able to kill you, but I can certainly prove you wrong." He makes two slashes, forming an x in the air, the air splitting. To hit:34 20 Damage:9 10
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Once the stew is not boiling hot, she hands it to them "Here ya go lil pardner. Ya should have somethin' ta eat."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Good to see you too Jobah. Do you wanna rp?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He fidgets with his staff. "Not hungry..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She pulls it back, patting their head "Then ya can eat later. Are ya okay?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He nods, picking at his cloak
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Even from just a drop of the Old Blood, the mannequins gain an overpowering hunger for flesh, tearing open makeshift mouths on their faceless heads to attempt to feast... seconds before Henry swiftly cleaves them in half or lops off their limbs or uses some other impressive display of combat prowess to dispatch them. KK sees the carnage, and starts picking up and detaching the dead mannequin's limbs for assembling future projects. "How're the tests going?" She asks Henry as she disassembles the bodies with a seam ripper and surgical precision.
The crooked sunflower seems quite happy that anyone at all is here to join it on its voyage. "I see you're practicing magic." It says, upon watching him attempt to cast a spell. "What's your favorite spell you've attempted 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)
"What were ya talkin' ta them fairies about? If I can ask."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Rio presses himself closer against Samaritan, wrapping his arms around him. “Don’t apologize! You’re fine!”
“So what do you think?”
“I didn’t forget. I just hate you.” She turns to Masuki. “C’mon, let’s go. Forget about him.”
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*
Thirteen stops behind Theren. “What area are you graphing?”
Eito approaches Oliver, their eyes on the fey.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“No, you’re alright.” Mauric says, though he winces ever so slightly.
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 was asking them why they were so far from home."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He jumps in surprise. "Jesus! Nearly gave me a heart attack.." he wheezes, clutching his chest.
The fey flutter away as Oliver frowns a bit
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He begins to clean his short swords, which have gotten entirely covered in blood by the times he's had to kill them "Unfortunately poorly in terms of trying to cause some benefit to the beings. In terms of satisfying my want to hunt, it is doing quite well. How are you doing dear?" He asks, sheathing the cleaned blades and assisting in the disassembling of the creatures, his mask off much more often.
He looks up from the book to them, smiling wide "Watch this!" He says the words, failing the first few times, but he then casts Light, though he still hasn't managed to control how powerful it becomes, causing it to be incredibly bright once more.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Hello people & good morning to everyone*
Raphael is reading
Lysander is thinking by the fireplace
Meroving is examinning a frog
Lazarus is chopping down a tree
Throden-Ihtros is cooking up breakfast for the tavern
Yacatl is having breakfast
*Ghost has an idea for a new character*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"It does matter, I'll find some way to free all of you if I can."
He shakes his head, healing them with a touch "Sorry, I keep doing that."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*HOLY-- Hey dude!!*
Theren is nearby examining and making notes on a map while muttering about financial problems.
Oliver is nearby sitting in the snow in his thick cloak, his staff in his lap. The 13 year old is having a fluent conversation with some fairies.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.