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.
Theren sighs, pinching in-between his eyes. "Miss...i've killed a lot of people in self defense. I never ever wanna hurt people on purpose. What did your son describe me doing?"
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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.
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.
Theren sighs, pinching in-between his eyes. "Miss...i've killed a lot of people in self defense. I never ever wanna hurt people on purpose. What did your son describe me doing?"
"Fire from the Nine Hells, burnin' down their home village. It didn't sound like self defense ta me." She says, clasping her hands together, her claws growing visibly, her tail swinging behind her.
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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.
Theren sighs, pinching in-between his eyes. "Miss...i've killed a lot of people in self defense. I never ever wanna hurt people on purpose. What did your son describe me doing?"
"Fire from the Nine Hells, burnin' down their home village. It didn't sound like self defense ta me." She says, clasping her hands together, her claws growing visibly, her tail swinging behind her.
Theren sighs and curses in elvish. "What I'm going to say sounds crazy, but please do believe me. At that point in time in my life I was possessed by a benevolent God. It wanted chaos and destruction and controlled my body, took it over." If she gives a reaction to possession he says, "And by your expression I think you know that's real."
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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 magical 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.
"Oh, no, of course not." She answers, letting the magic course through her being. Tiny motes of light appear around the two every so often, winking out of existence after no longer than a second.
KK also steps back, hand lowered towards her weapon's handle, watching to see what happens. The abomination is still for what feels like ages. After a few minutes, it starts to twitch every so often. A few minutes more, and the Schism slowly rises from the ground, seeming stable- for now, at least.
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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)
"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
Theren sighs and curses in elvish. "What I'm going to say sounds crazy, but please do believe me. At that point in time in my life I was possessed by a benevolent God. It wanted chaos and destruction and controlled my body, took it over." If she gives a reaction to possession he says, "And by your expression I think you know that's real."
She nods along with it, though her claws continue to grow until they grow quite long indeed. She seems to be trembling slightly now "I believe ya, but I also believe ya killed my son's parents, along with everyone else he knew. I won't kill ya, I'll try not ta at least, but I'm gonna fight ya. Ya won't convince me from doin' that. Okay?" She says it in her motherly tone, an order rather than a question.
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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.'
Theren sighs and curses in elvish. "What I'm going to say sounds crazy, but please do believe me. At that point in time in my life I was possessed by a benevolent God. It wanted chaos and destruction and controlled my body, took it over." If she gives a reaction to possession he says, "And by your expression I think you know that's real."
She nods along with it, though her claws continue to grow until they grow quite long indeed. She seems to be trembling slightly now "I believe ya, but I also believe ya killed my son's parents, along with everyone else he knew. I won't kill ya, I'll try not ta at least, but I'm gonna fight ya. Ya won't convince me from doin' that. Okay?" She says it in her motherly tone, an order rather than a question.
"Look I'm a parent too, and I'd do anything to protect my kids. Are you sure you want to do this? How would your child feel about you fighting on his behalf?" he says softly.
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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 magical 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.
"Oh, no, of course not." She answers, letting the magic course through her being. Tiny motes of light appear around the two every so often, winking out of existence after no longer than a second.
KK also steps back, hand lowered towards her weapon's handle, watching to see what happens. The abomination is still for what feels like ages. After a few minutes, it starts to twitch every so often. A few minutes more, and the Schism slowly rises from the ground, seeming stable- for now, at least.
"Come on, try not ta focus on makin' more, make just a few an' try to keep 'em around." She says, channeling everything she has into them, draining herself of her own spell slots ever so slowly to provide them with the power they may need.
He keeps his blades out, but sticks them into the ground, looking closely at the Schism, seeing if he can smell it's intent, the intent of a beast to kill on it. If he smells nothing of the like on it, he sheaths his blades, calming down. Insight:13
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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.'
Theren sighs and curses in elvish. "What I'm going to say sounds crazy, but please do believe me. At that point in time in my life I was possessed by a benevolent God. It wanted chaos and destruction and controlled my body, took it over." If she gives a reaction to possession he says, "And by your expression I think you know that's real."
She nods along with it, though her claws continue to grow until they grow quite long indeed. She seems to be trembling slightly now "I believe ya, but I also believe ya killed my son's parents, along with everyone else he knew. I won't kill ya, I'll try not ta at least, but I'm gonna fight ya. Ya won't convince me from doin' that. Okay?" She says it in her motherly tone, an order rather than a question.
"Look I'm a parent too, and I'd do anything to protect my kids. Are you sure you want to do this? How would your child feel about you fighting on his behalf?" he says softly.
"He doesn't like ta fight at all. I want ta make sure my son is safe, he's scared o' what he can do when he's distressed, an' I want ta keep that worry far from his mind. Yer reasonable, maybe we can be friends after, but we are gonna fight." She holds out a hand to pull them from their chair "I'm Merabelle by the way."
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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?"
*sorry I missed this again*
"It's been going." She responds. "Stuck on one cantrip at the moment."
"maybe i can help you. which one are you stuck on?"
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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
Theren sighs and curses in elvish. "What I'm going to say sounds crazy, but please do believe me. At that point in time in my life I was possessed by a benevolent God. It wanted chaos and destruction and controlled my body, took it over." If she gives a reaction to possession he says, "And by your expression I think you know that's real."
She nods along with it, though her claws continue to grow until they grow quite long indeed. She seems to be trembling slightly now "I believe ya, but I also believe ya killed my son's parents, along with everyone else he knew. I won't kill ya, I'll try not ta at least, but I'm gonna fight ya. Ya won't convince me from doin' that. Okay?" She says it in her motherly tone, an order rather than a question.
"Look I'm a parent too, and I'd do anything to protect my kids. Are you sure you want to do this? How would your child feel about you fighting on his behalf?" he says softly.
"He doesn't like ta fight at all. I want ta make sure my son is safe, he's scared o' what he can do when he's distressed, an' I want ta keep that worry far from his mind. Yer reasonable, maybe we can be friends after, but we are gonna fight." She holds out a hand to pull them from their chair "I'm Merabelle by the way."
Theren takes it with his metal arm. "Theren Dotsk, but you already knew that Madam Merabelle." he smiles a bit. "I hope we can be friends, after all I do owe an apology to your son."
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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.
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
Theren takes it with his metal arm. "Theren Dotsk, but you already knew that Madam Merabelle." he smiles a bit. "I hope we can be friends, after all I do owe an apology to your son."
She leads them outside of the library, before stepping 30ft away from them, rolling her shoulders "I hope we can be friends after too." She takes a fighting stance, smiling wide. Init:12
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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.'
Theren takes it with his metal arm. "Theren Dotsk, but you already knew that Madam Merabelle." he smiles a bit. "I hope we can be friends, after all I do owe an apology to your son."
She leads them outside of the library, before stepping 30ft away from them, rolling her shoulders "I hope we can be friends after too." She takes a fighting stance, smiling wide. Init:Dice rolls not yet available for this section.
He cracks his back, curling his hands into fists. "I hope so too."
Init: 18
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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 magical 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.
"Oh, no, of course not." She answers, letting the magic course through her being. Tiny motes of light appear around the two every so often, winking out of existence after no longer than a second.
KK also steps back, hand lowered towards her weapon's handle, watching to see what happens. The abomination is still for what feels like ages. After a few minutes, it starts to twitch every so often. A few minutes more, and the Schism slowly rises from the ground, seeming stable- for now, at least.
"Come on, try not ta focus on makin' more, make just a few an' try to keep 'em around." She says, channeling everything she has into them, draining herself of her own spell slots ever so slowly to provide them with the power they may need.
He keeps his blades out, but sticks them into the ground, looking closely at the Schism, seeing if he can smell it's intent, the intent of a beast to kill on it. If he smells nothing of the like on it, he sheaths his blades, calming down. Insight:17
Omori nods in response, shifting her focus. A few more small lights appear... and disappear again. Though, they lasted a few seconds longer than the ones before.
There is no intent to kill that he can sense within this monstrous creation. However, he can notice something writhing deep inside it- its animating force: The Schism is kept alive by its own pain. So. Much. Pain. Poor thing can barely move without pain shooting through its whole body.
KK looks ecstatic, seeing that her creation hasn't immediately tried to kill her for once. "I think it worked!" She cheerfully announces.
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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)
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
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Theren sighs, pinching in-between his eyes. "Miss...i've killed a lot of people in self defense. I never ever wanna hurt people on purpose. What did your son describe me doing?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Fire from the Nine Hells, burnin' down their home village. It didn't sound like self defense ta me." She says, clasping her hands together, her claws growing visibly, her tail swinging behind her.
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.)
Theren sighs and curses in elvish. "What I'm going to say sounds crazy, but please do believe me. At that point in time in my life I was possessed by a benevolent God. It wanted chaos and destruction and controlled my body, took it over." If she gives a reaction to possession he says, "And by your expression I think you know that's real."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Oh, no, of course not." She answers, letting the magic course through her being. Tiny motes of light appear around the two every so often, winking out of existence after no longer than a second.
KK also steps back, hand lowered towards her weapon's handle, watching to see what happens. The abomination is still for what feels like ages. After a few minutes, it starts to twitch every so often. A few minutes more, and the Schism slowly rises from the ground, seeming stable- for now, at least.
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)
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
*sorry I missed this again*
"It's been going." She responds. "Stuck on one cantrip at the moment."
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 nods along with it, though her claws continue to grow until they grow quite long indeed. She seems to be trembling slightly now "I believe ya, but I also believe ya killed my son's parents, along with everyone else he knew. I won't kill ya, I'll try not ta at least, but I'm gonna fight ya. Ya won't convince me from doin' that. Okay?" She says it in her motherly tone, an order rather than a question.
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.)
"Look I'm a parent too, and I'd do anything to protect my kids. Are you sure you want to do this? How would your child feel about you fighting on his behalf?" he says softly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Come on, try not ta focus on makin' more, make just a few an' try to keep 'em around." She says, channeling everything she has into them, draining herself of her own spell slots ever so slowly to provide them with the power they may need.
He keeps his blades out, but sticks them into the ground, looking closely at the Schism, seeing if he can smell it's intent, the intent of a beast to kill on it. If he smells nothing of the like on it, he sheaths his blades, calming down. Insight:13
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 doesn't like ta fight at all. I want ta make sure my son is safe, he's scared o' what he can do when he's distressed, an' I want ta keep that worry far from his mind. Yer reasonable, maybe we can be friends after, but we are gonna fight." She holds out a hand to pull them from their chair "I'm Merabelle by the way."
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.)
*Mm. Fishes.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"maybe i can help you. which one are you stuck on?"
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
Theren takes it with his metal arm. "Theren Dotsk, but you already knew that Madam Merabelle." he smiles a bit. "I hope we can be friends, after all I do owe an apology to your son."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(seafood is peak imo)
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
*Fishies? Where?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She leads them outside of the library, before stepping 30ft away from them, rolling her shoulders "I hope we can be friends after too." She takes a fighting stance, smiling wide. Init:12
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.)
*Blub blub blub, as they say.*
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 cracks his back, curling his hands into fists. "I hope so too."
Init: 18
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Omori nods in response, shifting her focus. A few more small lights appear... and disappear again. Though, they lasted a few seconds longer than the ones before.
There is no intent to kill that he can sense within this monstrous creation. However, he can notice something writhing deep inside it- its animating force: The Schism is kept alive by its own pain. So. Much. Pain. Poor thing can barely move without pain shooting through its whole body.
KK looks ecstatic, seeing that her creation hasn't immediately tried to kill her for once. "I think it worked!" She cheerfully announces.
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)
(look behind you)
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