She turns to them, looking at them "Yes? Ya don't have ta call me mom if ya don't want to dear."
"I do want you to be my mom, but that's not what I wanted to tell you..." he says, fidgeting with his plushie
She smiles softly at them upon hearing that, scooting closer to them, putting down her sewing needles "Okay, I would be happy to have you as my son. Please, tell me."
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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.'
"Yeah, it is. We do the best we can with the time we've got." She answers, a small smile on her face. "That's what I'm trying to do, anyway." She laughs a bit.
"Thanks- Glad you like it!" She cheerfully replies, looking at the abomination- a physical representation of her dissatisfaction with the laws of reality- with an equally insane sense of glee. "It's the prototype of sorts. Might add more blades. Will definitely add more arms- can never go wrong with adding more arms."
She laughs with them, kissing their forehead again "Have ya figured out Starry Wisp yet? I know you've been practicin' an' I'm sure yer gettin' closer with each passin' day."
"Ah, more arms is a trademark of yours, no one could hope to do it like you do, dear." He says, hugging them and giving them a little smooch "Beautiful and brilliant, I couldn't hope for anything else."
"Almost, I think." She answers. "Not entirely sure why it's been so much trickier than the rest. I've been following the instructions to the letter, almost..." She trails off, thinking.
She hugs him back, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. "Neither could I." She responds, looking back at him. "You're already perfect."
"Maybe it's because yer so different, shadow magic comes easy ta ya because it's part o' ya. Starry Wisp takes the opposite from Shadow magic, but that's just what I think." She says, looking up at the sky.
He smiles softly "Ah, you flatter a man who hasn't done anything to earn it. Thank you once again." He looks at the thing they have made.
"That... that would make a lot of sense, actually." The little shadow-creature pauses for a moment, thinking. "Maybe there's some way I can have both..."
"No thanks are necessary." She also looks back at the abominable amalgam. "I was debating putting just a drop of Old Blood into its systems when I animate it. Just to see what happens."
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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)
"That... that would make a lot of sense, actually." The little shadow-creature pauses for a moment, thinking. "Maybe there's some way I can have both..."
"No thanks are necessary." She also looks back at the abominable amalgam. "I was debating putting just a drop of Old Blood into its systems when I animate it. Just to see what happens."
"I would be happy ta help anywhere I can, if ya want yer old momma ta help ya at all." She says with a wide smile, rubbing their head.
"Part of me hopes it goes horribly wrong, becoming a terrible monstrosity that would want to kill us, but I have been doing research, and I may have found a way to stabilize it, at least a bit." He says "Though I shouldn't be doing experiments in my pajamas."
She turns to them, looking at them "Yes? Ya don't have ta call me mom if ya don't want to dear."
"I do want you to be my mom, but that's not what I wanted to tell you..." he says, fidgeting with his plushie
She smiles softly at them upon hearing that, scooting closer to them, putting down her sewing needles "Okay, I would be happy to have you as my son. Please, tell me."
"My....my village...when it was burned...it was a half-elf...he...he burned with the flames of the 9 hells....I watched my momma and papa die to the fires...they told me to run...so I did...I...still hear their screams in my dreams..."
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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.
She turns to them, looking at them "Yes? Ya don't have ta call me mom if ya don't want to dear."
"I do want you to be my mom, but that's not what I wanted to tell you..." he says, fidgeting with his plushie
She smiles softly at them upon hearing that, scooting closer to them, putting down her sewing needles "Okay, I would be happy to have you as my son. Please, tell me."
"My....my village...when it was burned...it was a half-elf...he...he burned with the flames of the 9 hells....I watched my momma and papa die to the fires...they told me to run...so I did...I...still hear their screams in my dreams..."
She holds out her hands to hug them, her eyes filled with despair and pure worry for them, "Oh come on dear. Ya won't have ta worry 'bout that Half Elf anymore, momma Black Blood'll make sure they will never hurt ya again."
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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.'
She turns to them, looking at them "Yes? Ya don't have ta call me mom if ya don't want to dear."
"I do want you to be my mom, but that's not what I wanted to tell you..." he says, fidgeting with his plushie
She smiles softly at them upon hearing that, scooting closer to them, putting down her sewing needles "Okay, I would be happy to have you as my son. Please, tell me."
"My....my village...when it was burned...it was a half-elf...he...he burned with the flames of the 9 hells....I watched my momma and papa die to the fires...they told me to run...so I did...I...still hear their screams in my dreams..."
She holds out her hands to hug them, her eyes filled with despair and pure worry for them, "Oh come on dear. Ya won't have ta worry 'bout that Half Elf anymore, momma Black Blood'll make sure they will never hurt ya again."
*The urge to make her meet Theren is itching my brain now*
He nods hugging her tight
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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.
She turns to them, looking at them "Yes? Ya don't have ta call me mom if ya don't want to dear."
"I do want you to be my mom, but that's not what I wanted to tell you..." he says, fidgeting with his plushie
She smiles softly at them upon hearing that, scooting closer to them, putting down her sewing needles "Okay, I would be happy to have you as my son. Please, tell me."
"My....my village...when it was burned...it was a half-elf...he...he burned with the flames of the 9 hells....I watched my momma and papa die to the fires...they told me to run...so I did...I...still hear their screams in my dreams..."
She holds out her hands to hug them, her eyes filled with despair and pure worry for them, "Oh come on dear. Ya won't have ta worry 'bout that Half Elf anymore, momma Black Blood'll make sure they will never hurt ya again."
*The urge to make her meet Theren is itching my brain now*
He nods hugging her tight
*Oh She would attempt to murder him without hesitation.*
He can feel tears dripping onto them, Merabelle crying as she tightly hugs them.
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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.'
"That... that would make a lot of sense, actually." The little shadow-creature pauses for a moment, thinking. "Maybe there's some way I can have both..."
"No thanks are necessary." She also looks back at the abominable amalgam. "I was debating putting just a drop of Old Blood into its systems when I animate it. Just to see what happens."
"I would be happy ta help anywhere I can, if ya want yer old momma ta help ya at all." She says with a wide smile, rubbing their head.
"Part of me hopes it goes horribly wrong, becoming a terrible monstrosity that would want to kill us, but I have been doing research, and I may have found a way to stabilize it, at least a bit." He says "Though I shouldn't be doing experiments in my pajamas."
"Sure, I'd love some help. Besides, you're way more knowledgeable about light magic than I am." She looks back up at her, grinning as well.
She laughs a bit. "Wait, it isn't already a terrible monstrosity?" She jokingly asks. "But yeah, that's a good idea. I'll be here whenever you're ready to start the tests."
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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)
She turns to them, looking at them "Yes? Ya don't have ta call me mom if ya don't want to dear."
"I do want you to be my mom, but that's not what I wanted to tell you..." he says, fidgeting with his plushie
She smiles softly at them upon hearing that, scooting closer to them, putting down her sewing needles "Okay, I would be happy to have you as my son. Please, tell me."
"My....my village...when it was burned...it was a half-elf...he...he burned with the flames of the 9 hells....I watched my momma and papa die to the fires...they told me to run...so I did...I...still hear their screams in my dreams..."
She holds out her hands to hug them, her eyes filled with despair and pure worry for them, "Oh come on dear. Ya won't have ta worry 'bout that Half Elf anymore, momma Black Blood'll make sure they will never hurt ya again."
*The urge to make her meet Theren is itching my brain now*
He nods hugging her tight
*Oh She would attempt to murder him without hesitation.*
He can feel tears dripping onto them, Merabelle crying as she tightly hugs them.
*Yippie! Let's test that. >:] *
Oliver wipes her tears away carefully. "I'm sleepy....can I go to bed mom?"
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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.
"That... that would make a lot of sense, actually." The little shadow-creature pauses for a moment, thinking. "Maybe there's some way I can have both..."
"No thanks are necessary." She also looks back at the abominable amalgam. "I was debating putting just a drop of Old Blood into its systems when I animate it. Just to see what happens."
"I would be happy ta help anywhere I can, if ya want yer old momma ta help ya at all." She says with a wide smile, rubbing their head.
"Part of me hopes it goes horribly wrong, becoming a terrible monstrosity that would want to kill us, but I have been doing research, and I may have found a way to stabilize it, at least a bit." He says "Though I shouldn't be doing experiments in my pajamas."
"Sure, I'd love some help. Besides, you're way more knowledgeable about light magic than I am." She looks back up at her, grinning as well.
She laughs a bit. "Wait, it isn't already a terrible monstrosity?" She jokingly asks. "But yeah, that's a good idea. I'll be here whenever you're ready to start the tests."
She takes their hands softly "Ya know a lot 'bout light magic already. It's just the opposite o' what ya already are. Where do ya want ta start?" She asks, smiling at them.
He waves, walking away to get dressed real quick. He comes back in his hunter's attire, with his visible weapons on him, as well as a few vials of old blood in-between his fingers.
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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.'
"Yep. Dead and rotting in the woods somewhere." She responds, a small smile on her face.
(no worries)
"so, how has your magic practice been going?"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
She turns to them, looking at them "Yes? Ya don't have ta call me mom if ya don't want to dear."
"I do want you to be my mom, but that's not what I wanted to tell you..." he says, fidgeting with his plushie
She smiles softly at them upon hearing that, scooting closer to them, putting down her sewing needles "Okay, I would be happy to have you as my son. Please, tell me."
"My....my village...when it was burned...it was a half-elf...he...he burned with the flames of the 9 hells....I watched my momma and papa die to the fires...they told me to run...so I did...I...still hear their screams in my dreams..."
She holds out her hands to hug them, her eyes filled with despair and pure worry for them, "Oh come on dear. Ya won't have ta worry 'bout that Half Elf anymore, momma Black Blood'll make sure they will never hurt ya again."
*The urge to make her meet Theren is itching my brain now*
He nods hugging her tight
*Oh She would attempt to murder him without hesitation.*
He can feel tears dripping onto them, Merabelle crying as she tightly hugs them.
*Yippie! Let's test that. >:] *
Oliver wipes her tears away carefully. "I'm sleepy....can I go to bed mom?"
She lets go of them, smiling at them "Of course ya can lil Oliver." She tucks them into bed, waiting for them to go to sleep before going to find Theren. (Warning, she is level 20)
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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.'
Oliver wipes her tears away carefully. "I'm sleepy....can I go to bed mom?"
She lets go of them, smiling at them "Of course ya can lil Oliver." She tucks them into bed, waiting for them to go to sleep before going to find Theren. (Warning, she is level 20)
*So is Theren.*
Theren is in the library browsing through some books on parenting. He sighs a bit as he scribbles some notes on a piece of paper.
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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.
"That... that would make a lot of sense, actually." The little shadow-creature pauses for a moment, thinking. "Maybe there's some way I can have both..."
"No thanks are necessary." She also looks back at the abominable amalgam. "I was debating putting just a drop of Old Blood into its systems when I animate it. Just to see what happens."
"I would be happy ta help anywhere I can, if ya want yer old momma ta help ya at all." She says with a wide smile, rubbing their head.
"Part of me hopes it goes horribly wrong, becoming a terrible monstrosity that would want to kill us, but I have been doing research, and I may have found a way to stabilize it, at least a bit." He says "Though I shouldn't be doing experiments in my pajamas."
"Sure, I'd love some help. Besides, you're way more knowledgeable about light magic than I am." She looks back up at her, grinning as well.
She laughs a bit. "Wait, it isn't already a terrible monstrosity?" She jokingly asks. "But yeah, that's a good idea. I'll be here whenever you're ready to start the tests."
She takes their hands softly "Ya know a lot 'bout light magic already. It's just the opposite o' what ya already are. Where do ya want ta start?" She asks, smiling at them.
He waves, walking away to get dressed real quick. He comes back in his hunter's attire, with his visible weapons on him, as well as a few vials of old blood in-between his fingers.
"Well, I do have one question." She starts, taking a breath. "Do I have to worry about the light magic I cast hurting me somehow?"
When he comes back, KK is cutting open part of the abomination for the Old Blood to go into, a rapier in its sheath at her side. "Welcome back." She starts. "Ready to see what happens?"
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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)
Oliver wipes her tears away carefully. "I'm sleepy....can I go to bed mom?"
She lets go of them, smiling at them "Of course ya can lil Oliver." She tucks them into bed, waiting for them to go to sleep before going to find Theren. (Warning, she is level 20)
*So is Theren.*
Theren is in the library browsing through some books on parenting. He sighs a bit as he scribbles some notes on a piece of paper.
*Good, this is going to be fun then.*
Merabelle walks into the library, looking for some books for helping Omori and Oliver with their magic studies. She notices them, walking over and politely asking "Are you Theren?"
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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.'
Oliver wipes her tears away carefully. "I'm sleepy....can I go to bed mom?"
She lets go of them, smiling at them "Of course ya can lil Oliver." She tucks them into bed, waiting for them to go to sleep before going to find Theren. (Warning, she is level 20)
*So is Theren.*
Theren is in the library browsing through some books on parenting. He sighs a bit as he scribbles some notes on a piece of paper.
*Good, this is going to be fun then.*
Merabelle walks into the library, looking for some books for helping Omori and Oliver with their magic studies. She notices them, walking over and politely asking "Are you Theren?"
The half-elf turns. His scarred face and metal right arm signs that he's lived a rough life. "Yes I am, who's asking?" he asks politely, setting down a book on parenting.
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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.
"Well, I do have one question." She starts, taking a breath. "Do I have to worry about the light magic I cast hurting me somehow?"
When he comes back, KK is cutting open part of the abomination for the Old Blood to go into, a rapier in its sheath at her side. "Welcome back." She starts. "Ready to see what happens?"
She smiles at them "Any magic that comes from ya won't hurt ya unless ya want it ta. Ya don't want it ta hurt ya right?" She says, beginning to channel her magica; energy into them.
He pockets most of the vials, before uncorking out and pouring it into the abomination. He backs up, though he stays in front of KK, unsheathing his short swords, just in case.
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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.'
Oliver wipes her tears away carefully. "I'm sleepy....can I go to bed mom?"
She lets go of them, smiling at them "Of course ya can lil Oliver." She tucks them into bed, waiting for them to go to sleep before going to find Theren. (Warning, she is level 20)
*So is Theren.*
Theren is in the library browsing through some books on parenting. He sighs a bit as he scribbles some notes on a piece of paper.
*Good, this is going to be fun then.*
Merabelle walks into the library, looking for some books for helping Omori and Oliver with their magic studies. She notices them, walking over and politely asking "Are you Theren?"
The half-elf turns. His scarred face and metal right arm signs that he's lived a rough life. "Yes I am, who's asking?" he asks politely, setting down a book on parenting.
She takes a deep breath "I hate ta do this, I ain't one to hold onta anger too often, but ya happened ta hurt my son, and I am going ta kill ya. Would ya like ta settle this outside?" She asks, trying to remain calm, though her eyes reveal her fury.
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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.'
She turns to them, looking at them "Yes? Ya don't have ta call me mom if ya don't want to dear."
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.)
"I do want you to be my mom, but that's not what I wanted to tell you..." he says, fidgeting with his plushie
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She smiles softly at them upon hearing that, scooting closer to them, putting down her sewing needles "Okay, I would be happy to have you as my son. Please, tell me."
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.)
"That... that would make a lot of sense, actually." The little shadow-creature pauses for a moment, thinking. "Maybe there's some way I can have both..."
"No thanks are necessary." She also looks back at the abominable amalgam. "I was debating putting just a drop of Old Blood into its systems when I animate it. Just to see what happens."
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)
"I would be happy ta help anywhere I can, if ya want yer old momma ta help ya at all." She says with a wide smile, rubbing their head.
"Part of me hopes it goes horribly wrong, becoming a terrible monstrosity that would want to kill us, but I have been doing research, and I may have found a way to stabilize it, at least a bit." He says "Though I shouldn't be doing experiments in my pajamas."
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.)
"My....my village...when it was burned...it was a half-elf...he...he burned with the flames of the 9 hells....I watched my momma and papa die to the fires...they told me to run...so I did...I...still hear their screams in my dreams..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She holds out her hands to hug them, her eyes filled with despair and pure worry for them, "Oh come on dear. Ya won't have ta worry 'bout that Half Elf anymore, momma Black Blood'll make sure they will never hurt ya again."
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.)
*The urge to make her meet Theren is itching my brain now*
He nods hugging her tight
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Oh She would attempt to murder him without hesitation.*
He can feel tears dripping onto them, Merabelle crying as she tightly hugs them.
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.)
"Sure, I'd love some help. Besides, you're way more knowledgeable about light magic than I am." She looks back up at her, grinning as well.
She laughs a bit. "Wait, it isn't already a terrible monstrosity?" She jokingly asks. "But yeah, that's a good idea. I'll be here whenever you're ready to start the tests."
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)
*Yippie! Let's test that. >:] *
Oliver wipes her tears away carefully. "I'm sleepy....can I go to bed mom?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She takes their hands softly "Ya know a lot 'bout light magic already. It's just the opposite o' what ya already are. Where do ya want ta start?" She asks, smiling at them.
He waves, walking away to get dressed real quick. He comes back in his hunter's attire, with his visible weapons on him, as well as a few vials of old blood in-between his fingers.
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.)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
She lets go of them, smiling at them "Of course ya can lil Oliver." She tucks them into bed, waiting for them to go to sleep before going to find Theren. (Warning, she is level 20)
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.)
*So is Theren.*
Theren is in the library browsing through some books on parenting. He sighs a bit as he scribbles some notes on a piece of paper.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Well, I do have one question." She starts, taking a breath. "Do I have to worry about the light magic I cast hurting me somehow?"
When he comes back, KK is cutting open part of the abomination for the Old Blood to go into, a rapier in its sheath at her side. "Welcome back." She starts. "Ready to see what happens?"
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)
*Good, this is going to be fun then.*
Merabelle walks into the library, looking for some books for helping Omori and Oliver with their magic studies. She notices them, walking over and politely asking "Are you Theren?"
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.)
The half-elf turns. His scarred face and metal right arm signs that he's lived a rough life. "Yes I am, who's asking?" he asks politely, setting down a book on parenting.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She smiles at them "Any magic that comes from ya won't hurt ya unless ya want it ta. Ya don't want it ta hurt ya right?" She says, beginning to channel her magica; energy into them.
He pockets most of the vials, before uncorking out and pouring it into the abomination. He backs up, though he stays in front of KK, unsheathing his short swords, just in case.
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.)
She takes a deep breath "I hate ta do this, I ain't one to hold onta anger too often, but ya happened ta hurt my son, and I am going ta kill ya. Would ya like ta settle this outside?" She asks, trying to remain calm, though her eyes reveal her fury.
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.)