He nods, looking into the crystal for a few moments, something swirling within, "I see... paths. Many paths are ahead of you, big and small. Some diverge in greater ways then others, and some all arrive to the same point." He says, "Where you move, what you find. It ultimately is up to you. You may find allies in the resentment, or you may find a greater hate."
"Mmm... Understood. Thank you, fellow Diviner." Lysander says, reflecting on this
He nods, looking into the crystal for a few moments, something swirling within, "I see... paths. Many paths are ahead of you, big and small. Some diverge in greater ways then others, and some all arrive to the same point." He says, "Where you move, what you find. It ultimately is up to you. You may find allies in the resentment, or you may find a greater hate."
"Mmm... Understood. Thank you, fellow Diviner." Lysander says, reflecting on this
*Anything more before Lysander goes?*
"Oh, and be careful out there. One can find danger in the safest places." He adds
Omori emerges from the shadows, struggling to drag the deer carcass back out of the void. The deer has a noticeable bite out of its neck, but no other visible injury. "Thanks. I- I tried my best." She responds, a bloodstained toothy smile on her face.
"Of course." She simply answers, gently picking him up in her arms and starting to head back to the warehouse.
“Ya did wonderful Omori, I didn’t do half as well on my first hunt. Can ya believe I used ta be yer size without the claws an’ fangs?” She says, laughing and begins walking back to the cave.
He doesn’t do much, though the wound begins to slow, though visibly heal, the stitches becoming less and less necessary with time, the bleeding slowing until it stops entirely.
"It isn't exactly my first hunt- I had a tiny bit of practice with birds before this." She starts, chuckling a bit as well, dragging the deer carcass along as she follows her. "It did feel kinda odd this time... but that's besides the point."
They arrive back at the warehouse far quicker than one would expect, KK seeming much less worried as his wound heals. She goes up the stairs to the loft, setting him down gently on the bed there.
“What do ya mean it felt a lil odd? Tell yer mother what it left like, how was it different then usual? Tell me what ya think an’ I’ll be happy ta hear it out.” She says happily, reopening their cave once they get back, putting the carcass next to the cauldron.
He smiles up at them, his eyes much less tired than even such little before, seemingly healing at an increasingly aggressive rate, leaving the only concern being what could have happened, and why Henry was shot.
"Well, this was the first time I used my shadow magic to hunt. It almost felt like I knew what to do before I even thought of it..." She explains in a similarly happy tone despite the concerning statement. "...I'm sure it's nothing to worry about."
"Do you have any idea... what happened there?" She asks, seeming less worried about Henry's current state and more worried about who or what hurt him in the first place.
He nods, looking into the crystal for a few moments, something swirling within, "I see... paths. Many paths are ahead of you, big and small. Some diverge in greater ways then others, and some all arrive to the same point." He says, "Where you move, what you find. It ultimately is up to you. You may find allies in the resentment, or you may find a greater hate."
"Mmm... Understood. Thank you, fellow Diviner." Lysander says, reflecting on this
*Anything more before Lysander goes?*
"Oh, and be careful out there. One can find danger in the safest places." He adds
"Why thank you." He says, before surveying the other attractions
*Now that I think of it, Yacatl is better for this. Are you up for a twofer convo?*
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Omori emerges from the shadows, struggling to drag the deer carcass back out of the void. The deer has a noticeable bite out of its neck, but no other visible injury. "Thanks. I- I tried my best." She responds, a bloodstained toothy smile on her face.
"Of course." She simply answers, gently picking him up in her arms and starting to head back to the warehouse.
“Ya did wonderful Omori, I didn’t do half as well on my first hunt. Can ya believe I used ta be yer size without the claws an’ fangs?” She says, laughing and begins walking back to the cave.
He doesn’t do much, though the wound begins to slow, though visibly heal, the stitches becoming less and less necessary with time, the bleeding slowing until it stops entirely.
"It isn't exactly my first hunt- I had a tiny bit of practice with birds before this." She starts, chuckling a bit as well, dragging the deer carcass along as she follows her. "It did feel kinda odd this time... but that's besides the point."
They arrive back at the warehouse far quicker than one would expect, KK seeming much less worried as his wound heals. She goes up the stairs to the loft, setting him down gently on the bed there.
“What do ya mean it felt a lil odd? Tell yer mother what it left like, how was it different then usual? Tell me what ya think an’ I’ll be happy ta hear it out.” She says happily, reopening their cave once they get back, putting the carcass next to the cauldron.
He smiles up at them, his eyes much less tired than even such little before, seemingly healing at an increasingly aggressive rate, leaving the only concern being what could have happened, and why Henry was shot.
"Well, this was the first time I used my shadow magic to hunt. It almost felt like I knew what to do before I even thought of it..." She explains in a similarly happy tone despite the concerning statement. "...I'm sure it's nothing to worry about."
"What... what happened there?" She asks, seeming less worried about Henry's current state and more worried about who or what hurt him in the first place.
“Even if it is, yer mother’s here ta keep all the bad in the world from hurtin’ ya. Did I tell ya about all the heists I used ta do back when I lived in the Gnarly desert?” She asks, beginning to make them something to eat, deciding to tell a story while she does so.
“Likely someone who considered… my research ‘eldritch’… ‘beyond nature’ or… ‘downright evil’. It’s happened before… it’s likely to happen again…” He says, holding a hand up to them “I’m okay.”
Omori emerges from the shadows, struggling to drag the deer carcass back out of the void. The deer has a noticeable bite out of its neck, but no other visible injury. "Thanks. I- I tried my best." She responds, a bloodstained toothy smile on her face.
"Of course." She simply answers, gently picking him up in her arms and starting to head back to the warehouse.
“Ya did wonderful Omori, I didn’t do half as well on my first hunt. Can ya believe I used ta be yer size without the claws an’ fangs?” She says, laughing and begins walking back to the cave.
He doesn’t do much, though the wound begins to slow, though visibly heal, the stitches becoming less and less necessary with time, the bleeding slowing until it stops entirely.
"It isn't exactly my first hunt- I had a tiny bit of practice with birds before this." She starts, chuckling a bit as well, dragging the deer carcass along as she follows her. "It did feel kinda odd this time... but that's besides the point."
They arrive back at the warehouse far quicker than one would expect, KK seeming much less worried as his wound heals. She goes up the stairs to the loft, setting him down gently on the bed there.
“What do ya mean it felt a lil odd? Tell yer mother what it left like, how was it different then usual? Tell me what ya think an’ I’ll be happy ta hear it out.” She says happily, reopening their cave once they get back, putting the carcass next to the cauldron.
He smiles up at them, his eyes much less tired than even such little before, seemingly healing at an increasingly aggressive rate, leaving the only concern being what could have happened, and why Henry was shot.
"Well, this was the first time I used my shadow magic to hunt. It almost felt like I knew what to do before I even thought of it..." She explains in a similarly happy tone despite the concerning statement. "...I'm sure it's nothing to worry about."
"What... what happened there?" She asks, seeming less worried about Henry's current state and more worried about who or what hurt him in the first place.
“Even if it is, yer mother’s here ta keep all the bad in the world from hurtin’ ya. Did I tell ya about all the heists I used ta do back when I lived in the Gnarly desert?” She asks, beginning to make them something to eat, deciding to tell a story while she does so.
“Likely someone who considered… my research ‘eldritch’… ‘beyond nature’ or… ‘downright evil’. It’s happened before… it’s likely to happen again…” He says, holding a hand up to them “I’m okay.”
"No, but I'd love to hear about them!" She responds, her curiosity immediately pushing her previous worry to the side, beginning to cut open the deer she killed with her dagger as she listens.
"I'm glad you're okay." She takes his hand with two of hers, before suddenly having a very serious expression on her face. "I promise, if anyone ever tries to do that again, I will hunt them to the ends of reality and forcibly rearrange all their joints into new configurations."
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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)
The empty plot that is reserved for the spring god is now thriving. In the midst of it all is the God who runs it all. They're sat down on their legs, shins on the ground. They're a short and rather rotund, brown bunny. Their eyes are a soft blue, ears flopped backwards on the back of their head. Despite the climate temperature in Aspen: Spring, they're wearing boots, thick jeans, a hoodie and a bulky denim winter coat. They've a nose piercing, and seem as happy as can be to be springing forth life: A lily of the valley.
Legends tell of Eurydice, Eiothera, And Yentym. All the same person, the god of hope. It appears to everybody differently. It manifests as a person of the viewers true most desire in a person: A friend, a foe, a caretaker, a lover, a genuine partner, or a parental figure, and many other forms. The species, height, and gender (male, female, nonbinary) entirely depend on the inner most desire of the observer, and they are kind to all who greet them. The question is, what does Yentym look like to you?
Raphael flies over, surveying this discrepancy in the surrounding area. "Who might you be?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The empty plot that is reserved for the spring god is now thriving. In the midst of it all is the God who runs it all. They're sat down on their legs, shins on the ground. They're a short and rather rotund, brown bunny. Their eyes are a soft blue, ears flopped backwards on the back of their head. Despite the climate temperature in Aspen: Spring, they're wearing boots, thick jeans, a hoodie and a bulky denim winter coat. They've a nose piercing, and seem as happy as can be to be springing forth life: A lily of the valley.
Legends tell of Eurydice, Eiothera, And Yentym. All the same person, the god of hope. It appears to everybody differently. It manifests as a person of the viewers true most desire in a person: A friend, a foe, a caretaker, a lover, a genuine partner, or a parental figure, and many other forms. The species, height, and gender (male, female, nonbinary) entirely depend on the inner most desire of the observer, and they are kind to all who greet them. The question is, what does Yentym look like to you?
Raphael flies over, surveying this discrepancy in the surrounding area. "Who might you be?"
*Assuming for the first one*
The bun looks up from their flower and smiles, waving. they slip their paws into fingerless gloves, standing up. "I'm Sam Yimil!"
*I thought they were appearing in the same place.
Religion check: 12
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He nods, looking into the crystal for a few moments, something swirling within, "I see... paths. Many paths are ahead of you, big and small. Some diverge in greater ways then others, and some all arrive to the same point." He says, "Where you move, what you find. It ultimately is up to you. You may find allies in the resentment, or you may find a greater hate."
"Mmm... Understood. Thank you, fellow Diviner." Lysander says, reflecting on this
*Anything more before Lysander goes?*
"Oh, and be careful out there. One can find danger in the safest places." He adds
"Why thank you." He says, before surveying the other attractions
*Now that I think of it, Yacatl is better for this. Are you up for a twofer convo?*
*Sure :>*
Theres many otheres, as said above the firebreather and jester are performing, admits other types of attractions
The empty plot that is reserved for the spring god is now thriving. In the midst of it all is the God who runs it all. They're sat down on their legs, shins on the ground. They're a short and rather rotund, brown bunny. Their eyes are a soft blue, ears flopped backwards on the back of their head. Despite the climate temperature in Aspen: Spring, they're wearing boots, thick jeans, a hoodie and a bulky denim winter coat. They've a nose piercing, and seem as happy as can be to be springing forth life: A lily of the valley.
Legends tell of Eurydice, Eiothera, And Yentym. All the same person, the god of hope. It appears to everybody differently. It manifests as a person of the viewers true most desire in a person: A friend, a foe, a caretaker, a lover, a genuine partner, or a parental figure, and many other forms. The species, height, and gender (male, female, nonbinary) entirely depend on the inner most desire of the observer, and they are kind to all who greet them. The question is, what does Yentym look like to you?
Raphael flies over, surveying this discrepancy in the surrounding area. "Who might you be?"
*Assuming for the first one*
The bun looks up from their flower and smiles, waving. they slip their paws into fingerless gloves, standing up. "I'm Sam Yimil!"
*I thought they were appearing in the same place.
Religion check: 27
*Nope, separate places*
Raphael can observe that Sam is indeed a deity. The Mink God of Spring. They smile, creating a coalescence of green energy which shifts into a bandit ferret. "How can I help you, friend?"
Raphael is at a lost for words. The planetar (in the form of a snow owlin) kneels before the god, offering a knee. The angel is silent, before responding simply "I ask for nothing, and I offer all I can."
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Mmm... Understood. Thank you, fellow Diviner." Lysander says, reflecting on this
*Anything more before Lysander goes?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Oh, and be careful out there. One can find danger in the safest places." He adds
"Well, this was the first time I used my shadow magic to hunt. It almost felt like I knew what to do before I even thought of it..." She explains in a similarly happy tone despite the concerning statement. "...I'm sure it's nothing to worry about."
"Do you have any idea... what happened there?" She asks, seeming less worried about Henry's current state and more worried about who or what hurt him in the first place.
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)
"Why thank you." He says, before surveying the other attractions
*Now that I think of it, Yacatl is better for this. Are you up for a twofer convo?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
“Even if it is, yer mother’s here ta keep all the bad in the world from hurtin’ ya. Did I tell ya about all the heists I used ta do back when I lived in the Gnarly desert?” She asks, beginning to make them something to eat, deciding to tell a story while she does so.
“Likely someone who considered… my research ‘eldritch’… ‘beyond nature’ or… ‘downright evil’. It’s happened before… it’s likely to happen again…” He says, holding a hand up to them “I’m okay.”
"No, but I'd love to hear about them!" She responds, her curiosity immediately pushing her previous worry to the side, beginning to cut open the deer she killed with her dagger as she listens.
"I'm glad you're okay." She takes his hand with two of hers, before suddenly having a very serious expression on her face. "I promise, if anyone ever tries to do that again, I will hunt them to the ends of reality and forcibly rearrange all their joints into new configurations."
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)
Raphael flies over, surveying this discrepancy in the surrounding area. "Who might you be?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*I thought they were appearing in the same place.
Religion check: 12
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Sure :>*
Theres many otheres, as said above the firebreather and jester are performing, admits other types of attractions
Lysander looks for some popcorn, before sitting down and watching the firebreather
Yacatl races in, taking in all the sights. They look for a race track of some kind
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Raphael is at a lost for words. The planetar (in the form of a snow owlin) kneels before the god, offering a knee. The angel is silent, before responding simply "I ask for nothing, and I offer all I can."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Alice, some sort of human with an odd scale like structure to their skin around their neck and mouth, performs various tricks
There doesn't seem to be a designated race area, given the contained nature of the fair
Lysander claps as the crowd does, trying to enjoy the show.
Yacatl shrugs, and looks for some fair games.
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*IM HERE IF YOU WANT TO RP?!?!*
*I'm here aswell, got a little fair set up if you wanna do something there*