*I didn't even get to roll the die :/. so I believe its still my turn*
*I mean, sure thing dude, didn't want to take your turn away or anything, sorry.*
*its ok*
Attack: 28 Damage: 22
Attack: 25 Damage: 15
Attack: 29 Damage: 20
Attack: 28 Damage: 27
Attack: 22 Damage: 14
*You did those with advantage my dear friend, which is actually the opposite of disadvantage.*
*Dodge is only used for a reaction based thing for when someone attacks. You used it your previous turn to move quickly.*
*No? The Dodge action imposes disadvantage on attacks before someone attacks, Monks use a Ki point to make it a bonus action to use, but you already know that. I think you're confusing it with Dash or Disengage?*
*probably. sorry...I didn't exactly sleep great last night...*
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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 making a new monstrosity- an amalgam of metal and cloth with what looks like numerous radios built into its body.
Helianth is aboard the Spelljammer as it sails through space, making sure everything on the ship is in ship shape.
Henry is just being the supportive boyfriend he knows himself to be, smiling happily and wearing some scientist's attire.
They hear the sound of the teleport circle activating, and hear Tim coming through. If any of their heads look his direction, he looks hurt, physically and emotionally, visibly crying.
After a while, KK takes a step back from her creation, thinking. "What do you think? Anything you think would be good to add before we animate it?" She asks.
The crooked flower goes to investigate, and sees Tim, rushing over. "What happened? Who did this to you?" It asks, seeming worried about Tim, and angry at whatever caused this.
"I am not an artist by any means, though I do dabble in art, I likely will not have to fight it, so I don't think there are any changes needed." He says, wrapping an arm around her waist and giving her a kiss.
Tim can't seem to open his mouth, like it's locked shut. His clothes torn, pieces of his plastic skin missing, the flesh underneath bruised as he is curled up into a ball on the ground of the circle.
"Well then, I suppose there's just one step left." She says, giving him a kiss back before walking back over to the monstrosity and pouring blood from a bucket into its split-open chest. She crouches beside it for a moment, stitching it up, before taking a few steps back to see what happens.
"You're safe here." It says, trying to sound comforting, though it's resisting the urge to go through the circle itself and incinerate the responsible party. "There's tools here that could help heal your wounds. Are you okay to stand?"
He watches with nothing but interest in his eyes, wondering how it will work in action instead of simply in theory. He backs up as well, more truly to see it all at once.
Tim slowly stands up, wiping away his tears, though more only take their place as they cling to them tightly. They try to speak, but their mouth doesn't open, their eyes filling with worry, as they look up to Helianth.
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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.'
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
*I didn't even get to roll the die :/. so I believe its still my turn*
*I mean, sure thing dude, didn't want to take your turn away or anything, sorry.*
*its ok*
Attack: 28 Damage: 22
Attack: 25 Damage: 15
Attack: 29 Damage: 20
Attack: 28 Damage: 27
Attack: 22 Damage: 14
*You did those with advantage my dear friend, which is actually the opposite of disadvantage.*
*Dodge is only used for a reaction based thing for when someone attacks. You used it your previous turn to move quickly.*
*No? The Dodge action imposes disadvantage on attacks before someone attacks, Monks use a Ki point to make it a bonus action to use, but you already know that. I think you're confusing it with Dash or Disengage?*
*probably. sorry...I didn't exactly sleep great last night...*
*Don't worry about it dude, sometimes we aren't at our best. I ain't gonna hold it against ya man.*
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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.'
*Morning, everyone. Can't RP right now, but I can talk for a bit.*
(how are you doing)
*Ever so slightly in the veins of tired and hungry, but otherwise quite good.*
*I have made a creature both haunted and holy, a real wonder of mad science, autism, homosexuality, and wonder.*
(sounds like a fun time)
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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
*what do you think of this backstory? Zephyr Thorn is a wood elf who was an outcast in his village due to his unique interest in druids and magic at the age of 150 he left his town to follow his dream of becoming a druid and wandered the world and helping protect the forests and animals that inhabit them he eventually got inducted into a druid circle when they noticed his efforts to preserve nature*
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist, Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
*Morning, everyone. Can't RP right now, but I can talk for a bit.*
*Good to see you Baalze.*
*Thank you. Good to see you too.*
*You are a beautiful, holy creature, a child of God. You are meant for great things, even if this earth holds you back with all its might.*
*I've decided Igor is my comfort character, and he makes me feel beautiful.*
*I'm happy you feel as you are, because you certainly are beautiful Baalze. I'm trying my best to do great things, so thank you for the bits of reassurance.*
*I'm in the sort of religious mood where I want to be exceedingly kind and mentally well despite crappy circumstances. It's rare, but a wonderful experience.*
*Morning, everyone. Can't RP right now, but I can talk for a bit.*
*Good to see you Baalze.*
*Thank you. Good to see you too.*
*You are a beautiful, holy creature, a child of God. You are meant for great things, even if this earth holds you back with all its might.*
*I've decided Igor is my comfort character, and he makes me feel beautiful.*
*I'm happy you feel as you are, because you certainly are beautiful Baalze. I'm trying my best to do great things, so thank you for the bits of reassurance.*
*I'm in the sort of religious mood where I want to be exceedingly kind and mentally well despite crappy circumstances. It's rare, but a wonderful experience.*
*From what I've experienced it really is an amazing feeling. I hope for the absolute best for you, I love you my friend, you are a spectacular being Baalze.*
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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.'
KK is making a new monstrosity- an amalgam of metal and cloth with what looks like numerous radios built into its body.
Helianth is aboard the Spelljammer as it sails through space, making sure everything on the ship is in ship shape.
Henry is just being the supportive boyfriend he knows himself to be, smiling happily and wearing some scientist's attire.
They hear the sound of the teleport circle activating, and hear Tim coming through. If any of their heads look his direction, he looks hurt, physically and emotionally, visibly crying.
After a while, KK takes a step back from her creation, thinking. "What do you think? Anything you think would be good to add before we animate it?" She asks.
The crooked flower goes to investigate, and sees Tim, rushing over. "What happened? Who did this to you?" It asks, seeming worried about Tim, and angry at whatever caused this.
"I am not an artist by any means, though I do dabble in art, I likely will not have to fight it, so I don't think there are any changes needed." He says, wrapping an arm around her waist and giving her a kiss.
Tim can't seem to open his mouth, like it's locked shut. His clothes torn, pieces of his plastic skin missing, the flesh underneath bruised as he is curled up into a ball on the ground of the circle.
"Well then, I suppose there's just one step left." She says, giving him a kiss back before walking back over to the monstrosity and pouring blood from a bucket into its split-open chest. She crouches beside it for a moment, stitching it up, before taking a few steps back to see what happens.
"You're safe here." It says, trying to sound comforting, though it's resisting the urge to go through the circle itself and incinerate the responsible party. "There's tools here that could help heal your wounds. Are you okay to stand?"
He watches with nothing but interest in his eyes, wondering how it will work in action instead of simply in theory. He backs up as well, more truly to see it all at once.
Tim slowly stands up, wiping away his tears, though more only take their place as they cling to them tightly. They try to speak, but their mouth doesn't open, their eyes filling with worry, as they look up to Helianth.
After a few minutes of waiting for the blood magic to take full effect, the Mockery stands to its full height, almost reaching the ceiling of the warehouse. Radio static and unintelligible mutterings can be heard from it as it takes in its surroundings, 'looking' around with faceless heads. KK looks up at the monster of her own creation, grinning ear to ear in an almost literal sense. "It worked! Well, it's at least animate. Was worried I'd have to add more metal to the legs to get it to stand without crumbling."
The husk walks with Tim to the ship's medical bay- or at least, the closest thing to a medical bay there is on this ship. As it does, one of its flower heads moves a bit closer to Tim's face, looking to see if there's any curse- or gods forbid, physical stitching- that's preventing him from talking. Arcana check, if necessary: 17
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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)
*Morning, everyone. Can't RP right now, but I can talk for a bit.*
*Good morning, brother! How art thou today?*
*I'm almost great! Made my first pintrest board due to Lawrence showing me how cool they can be, and it really helped my conception of my Igor character I've been working on. Have you seen the board yet? If not, here it is.*
*Despite how angsty it is, he is usually a calm, quiet, spiritual, and kind person, and he has a low ego and high self-esteem. He's the type of character who is all in for the horrors and wants to pick them up and snuggle them and name them George, but has no issue smashing them with a shovel should push come to shove.*
*He's also an electric necromancer using the Mortis Engineer subclass from MonkeyDM, the creator of Steinhardt's Guide to the Eldritch Hunt.*
After a few minutes of waiting for the blood magic to take full effect, the Mockery stands to its full height, almost reaching the ceiling of the warehouse. Radio static and unintelligible mutterings can be heard from it as it takes in its surroundings, 'looking' around with faceless heads. KK looks up at the monster of her own creation, grinning ear to ear in an almost literal sense. "It worked! Well, it's at least animate. Was worried I'd have to add more metal to the legs to get it to stand without crumbling."
The husk walks with Tim to the ship's medical bay- or at least, the closest thing to a medical bay there is on this ship. As it does, one of its flower heads moves a bit closer to Tim's face, looking to see if there's any curse- or gods forbid, physical stitching- that's preventing him from talking. Arcana check, if necessary: 11
He grins as well "Quite amazing indeed. Do you think the radios will give it the capability to speak?" His eyes flash with an idea as he takes out his journal and begins writing inside of it quickly, seeming to have an idea related to another creation, though he doesn't know much yet.
Unfortunately enough it seems to be a result of two things. The first and lesser being stitching in his jaw and around his mouth, though it doesn't appear to be what is entirely stopping him. It isn't magical in origin, but rather comes from his nature as a construct child, seeming to be a result of some kind of order he's forced to follow.
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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.'
A carriage pulls into town. A man steps out of it, looking around.
He has deep, rich, umber skin, like the color of cocoa beans. His hair is done up in dreads, draped around his shoulders, and beaded gold. His cheeks and chin have a light 5 o'clock shadow, the same color as his black hair. His eyes are a deep brown color, like that of coffee without any milk or sugar, reflecting the town around him. He wears a simple, white button-up shirt with a brown vest overtop, its golden button glinting dully. Along with that, he wears a black peacoat that is stitched with intricate designs of plants and vines. He wears a pair of brown slacks and a soft pair of brown loafers. Wrapped around his shoulder is a simple satchel made of tanned hide, it is stitched with depictions of a flowering meadow that is looked upon by the sun. He fidgets with golden rings on each of his fingers, a similar necklace and nose ring adorning his person.
He pays the carriage driver, putting on a smile, before grabbing his luggage from the top. He watches them ride away before taking a deep breath, retrieving a cloth from his pocket, and coughing into it before folding it again and placing it in his pocket once more. He hoists his bags and heads to the tavern.
*I'm in the sort of religious mood where I want to be exceedingly kind and mentally well despite crappy circumstances. It's rare, but a wonderful experience.*
*From what I've experienced it really is an amazing feeling. I hope for the absolute best for you, I love you my friend, you are a spectacular being Baalze.*
*It's really strange to not feel ashamed of myself, my interests, and everything I use to define who I am. It's nice, though.*
*Morning, everyone. Can't RP right now, but I can talk for a bit.*
*Good morning, brother! How art thou today?*
*I'm almost great! Made my first pintrest board due to Lawrence showing me how cool they can be, and it really helped my conception of my Igor character I've been working on. Have you seen the board yet? If not, here it is.*
*Despite how angsty it is, he is usually a calm, quiet, spiritual, and kind person, and he has a low ego and high self-esteem. He's the type of character who is all in for the horrors and wants to pick them up and snuggle them and name them George, but has no issue smashing them with a shovel should push come to shove.*
*He's also an electric necromancer using the Mortis Engineer subclass from MonkeyDM, the creator of Steinhardt's Guide to the Eldritch Hunt.*
*That's wonderful! I really love the character concept I can infer from the board and your description, and though I'm not familiar with the subclass, electric necromancy sounds like it'd be a really fun theme to play into. It's always fun to see a character who would look at a writhing, shrieking mass of arms and tentacles and gnashing mouths, and think something along the lines of 'if not friend, why friend-shaped?'*
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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)
*Morning, everyone. Can't RP right now, but I can talk for a bit.*
(how are you doing)
*Ever so slightly in the veins of tired and hungry, but otherwise quite good.*
*I have made a creature both haunted and holy, a real wonder of mad science, autism, homosexuality, and wonder.*
(sounds like a fun time)
*You're darn right. I might intro him sometime.*
(I have a couple of intos lined up that I have been putting off)
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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
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*probably. sorry...I didn't exactly sleep great last night...*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Good morning, brother! How art thou today?*
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)
*Ever so slightly in the veins of tired and hungry, but otherwise quite good.*
*I have made a creature both haunted and holy, a real wonder of mad science, autism, homosexuality, and wonder.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He watches with nothing but interest in his eyes, wondering how it will work in action instead of simply in theory. He backs up as well, more truly to see it all at once.
Tim slowly stands up, wiping away his tears, though more only take their place as they cling to them tightly. They try to speak, but their mouth doesn't open, their eyes filling with worry, as they look up to Helianth.
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.)
(hi Yvonne)
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
*Don't worry about it dude, sometimes we aren't at our best. I ain't gonna hold it against ya man.*
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.)
(sounds like a fun time)
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
*might leave for a bit..*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*See you around man, take care, love you bro.*
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.)
*what do you think of this backstory? Zephyr Thorn is a wood elf who was an outcast in his village due to his unique interest in druids and magic at the age of 150 he left his town to follow his dream of becoming a druid and wandered the world and helping protect the forests and animals that inhabit them he eventually got inducted into a druid circle when they noticed his efforts to preserve nature*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist, Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
Extended sig
*I'm in the sort of religious mood where I want to be exceedingly kind and mentally well despite crappy circumstances. It's rare, but a wonderful experience.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*From what I've experienced it really is an amazing feeling. I hope for the absolute best for you, I love you my friend, you are a spectacular being Baalze.*
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.)
After a few minutes of waiting for the blood magic to take full effect, the Mockery stands to its full height, almost reaching the ceiling of the warehouse. Radio static and unintelligible mutterings can be heard from it as it takes in its surroundings, 'looking' around with faceless heads. KK looks up at the monster of her own creation, grinning ear to ear in an almost literal sense. "It worked! Well, it's at least animate. Was worried I'd have to add more metal to the legs to get it to stand without crumbling."
The husk walks with Tim to the ship's medical bay- or at least, the closest thing to a medical bay there is on this ship. As it does, one of its flower heads moves a bit closer to Tim's face, looking to see if there's any curse- or gods forbid, physical stitching- that's preventing him from talking. Arcana check, if necessary: 17
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'm almost great! Made my first pintrest board due to Lawrence showing me how cool they can be, and it really helped my conception of my Igor character I've been working on. Have you seen the board yet? If not, here it is.*
*Despite how angsty it is, he is usually a calm, quiet, spiritual, and kind person, and he has a low ego and high self-esteem. He's the type of character who is all in for the horrors and wants to pick them up and snuggle them and name them George, but has no issue smashing them with a shovel should push come to shove.*
*He's also an electric necromancer using the Mortis Engineer subclass from MonkeyDM, the creator of Steinhardt's Guide to the Eldritch Hunt.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He grins as well "Quite amazing indeed. Do you think the radios will give it the capability to speak?" His eyes flash with an idea as he takes out his journal and begins writing inside of it quickly, seeming to have an idea related to another creation, though he doesn't know much yet.
Unfortunately enough it seems to be a result of two things. The first and lesser being stitching in his jaw and around his mouth, though it doesn't appear to be what is entirely stopping him. It isn't magical in origin, but rather comes from his nature as a construct child, seeming to be a result of some kind of order he's forced to follow.
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.)
*You're darn right. I might intro him sometime.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Bah, forget those worries, lets do it.*
A carriage pulls into town. A man steps out of it, looking around.
He has deep, rich, umber skin, like the color of cocoa beans. His hair is done up in dreads, draped around his shoulders, and beaded gold. His cheeks and chin have a light 5 o'clock shadow, the same color as his black hair. His eyes are a deep brown color, like that of coffee without any milk or sugar, reflecting the town around him. He wears a simple, white button-up shirt with a brown vest overtop, its golden button glinting dully. Along with that, he wears a black peacoat that is stitched with intricate designs of plants and vines. He wears a pair of brown slacks and a soft pair of brown loafers. Wrapped around his shoulder is a simple satchel made of tanned hide, it is stitched with depictions of a flowering meadow that is looked upon by the sun. He fidgets with golden rings on each of his fingers, a similar necklace and nose ring adorning his person.
He pays the carriage driver, putting on a smile, before grabbing his luggage from the top. He watches them ride away before taking a deep breath, retrieving a cloth from his pocket, and coughing into it before folding it again and placing it in his pocket once more. He hoists his bags and heads to the tavern.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*It's really strange to not feel ashamed of myself, my interests, and everything I use to define who I am. It's nice, though.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*That's wonderful! I really love the character concept I can infer from the board and your description, and though I'm not familiar with the subclass, electric necromancy sounds like it'd be a really fun theme to play into. It's always fun to see a character who would look at a writhing, shrieking mass of arms and tentacles and gnashing mouths, and think something along the lines of 'if not friend, why friend-shaped?'*
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 have a couple of intos lined up that I have been putting off)
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