Omori is practicing her magic, when suddenly, she stops. She feels, in the back of her mind, for a few seconds, something she can only describe... as dread. Anticipation that something awful is on its way. And then the feeling vanishes, as quickly as it arrived. The little shadow is silent, not sure what this means, if anything at all.
There is a clearing in the forest- one that was not always there. Trees and stones, cut down and carved into jagged splinters by unbreakable, ferocious claws. The undergrowth, withered, the plants and the very soil bleached to a melancholy grey by a foul, infectious influence. The aftermath of a battle where neither combatant remained after- a betrayal's conclusion. Something stirs under the soil here. It's angry- so very angry- and it yearns for vengeance.
B1 Battle Droids March through the area, followed by General Grievous.
There is movement in one place of the soil, in the dead center of the clearing- dead in multiple senses. The soil is so suffused in that one spot with a hateful, aberrant energy, that nothing could ever hope to grow again here. The shadows seem darker here, though it's hard to say. Faint scraps of rotting remains are here, still festering with decay and a foul inky ooze even after all this time.
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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)
Omori is practicing her magic, when suddenly, she stops. She feels, in the back of her mind, for a few seconds, something she can only describe... as dread. Anticipation that something awful is on its way. And then the feeling vanishes, as quickly as it arrived. The little shadow is silent, not sure what this means, if anything at all.
There is a clearing in the forest- one that was not always there. Trees and stones, cut down and carved into jagged splinters by unbreakable, ferocious claws. The undergrowth, withered, the plants and the very soil bleached to a melancholy grey by a foul, infectious influence. The aftermath of a battle where neither combatant remained after- a betrayal's conclusion. Something stirs under the soil here. It's angry- so very angry- and it yearns for vengeance.
B1 Battle Droids March through the area, followed by General Grievous.
There is movement in one place of the soil, in the dead center of the clearing- dead in multiple senses. The soil is so suffused in that one spot with a hateful, aberrant energy, that nothing could ever hope to grow again here. The shadows seem darker here, though it's hard to say. Faint scraps of rotting remains are here, still festering with decay and a foul inky ooze even after all this time.
Two of the droids with shovels start to dig in the soil
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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.
Omori is practicing her magic, when suddenly, she stops. She feels, in the back of her mind, for a few seconds, something she can only describe... as dread. Anticipation that something awful is on its way. And then the feeling vanishes, as quickly as it arrived. The little shadow is silent, not sure what this means, if anything at all.
There is a clearing in the forest- one that was not always there. Trees and stones, cut down and carved into jagged splinters by unbreakable, ferocious claws. The undergrowth, withered, the plants and the very soil bleached to a melancholy grey by a foul, infectious influence. The aftermath of a battle where neither combatant remained after- a betrayal's conclusion. Something stirs under the soil here. It's angry- so very angry- and it yearns for vengeance.
B1 Battle Droids March through the area, followed by General Grievous.
There is movement in one place of the soil, in the dead center of the clearing- dead in multiple senses. The soil is so suffused in that one spot with a hateful, aberrant energy, that nothing could ever hope to grow again here. The shadows seem darker here, though it's hard to say. Faint scraps of rotting remains are here, still festering with decay and a foul inky ooze even after all this time.
Two of the droids with shovels start to dig in the soil
Before their shovels even touch the soil, the droid's excavation tools corrode at an unnatural rate, dissolving into shadowy slime and scraps of grey metal- a fate that, a few seconds later, meets the two droids themselves. That burning, writhing hatred beneath the earth churns with further intensity, the soil under them all visibly being disturbed and lifted in spots. In the back of the General's mind, a message can be heard, though it carries no sound- only a sense of being watched from every direction at once. They can understand it clearly, though.
"W h a t . . . a r e . . . y o u ? . ."
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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)
Omori is practicing her magic, when suddenly, she stops. She feels, in the back of her mind, for a few seconds, something she can only describe... as dread. Anticipation that something awful is on its way. And then the feeling vanishes, as quickly as it arrived. The little shadow is silent, not sure what this means, if anything at all.
There is a clearing in the forest- one that was not always there. Trees and stones, cut down and carved into jagged splinters by unbreakable, ferocious claws. The undergrowth, withered, the plants and the very soil bleached to a melancholy grey by a foul, infectious influence. The aftermath of a battle where neither combatant remained after- a betrayal's conclusion. Something stirs under the soil here. It's angry- so very angry- and it yearns for vengeance.
B1 Battle Droids March through the area, followed by General Grievous.
There is movement in one place of the soil, in the dead center of the clearing- dead in multiple senses. The soil is so suffused in that one spot with a hateful, aberrant energy, that nothing could ever hope to grow again here. The shadows seem darker here, though it's hard to say. Faint scraps of rotting remains are here, still festering with decay and a foul inky ooze even after all this time.
Two of the droids with shovels start to dig in the soil
Before their shovels even touch the soil, the droid's excavation tools corrode at an unnatural rate, dissolving into shadowy slime and scraps of grey metal- a fate that, a few seconds later, meets the two droids themselves. That burning, writhing hatred beneath the earth churns with further intensity, the soil under them all visibly being disturbed and lifted in spots. In the back of the General's mind, a message can be heard, though it carries no sound- only a sense of being watched from every direction at once. They can understand it clearly, though.
"W h a t . . . a r e . . . y o u ? . ."
"I am General Grievous. Jedi hunter and killer. What are you?" he responds.
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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.
Festus huffs, unable to fit inside, seeing as he's 8 feet tall.
He hugs them close.
"Run! Run!" he calls, laughing. Commando droids hunt Tim down.
Jason looks at the regular sized door, before grabbing a sledge hammer and knocking it down, leaving a hole big enough for them "I'll repair it some day, come on."
They radiate just enough warmth to repel the cold without hurting them.
Unwittingly, under the emotional distress of being hunted down, Tim has turned invisible.
Festus huffs, unable to fit inside, seeing as he's 8 feet tall.
He hugs them close.
"Run! Run!" he calls, laughing. Commando droids hunt Tim down.
Jason looks at the regular sized door, before grabbing a hammer and knocking it down, leaving a hole big enough for them "I'll repair it some day, come on."
They radiate just enough warmth to repel the cold without hurting them.
Unwittingly, under the emotional distress of being hunted down, Tim has turned invisible.
Festus crawls in, huffing happily.
Helios sighs happily.
Their heat sensors look for him, flicking through each setting until they lock on.
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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.
"always the simple thing that goes wrong" he chuckles
He nods, laughing a bit.
"and they always fail in a way you didn't even consider"
"Yeah its crazy."
"that's engineering for ya"
He nods with a smile
"speaking of, think you can help me with something? got an incomplete blueprint and I need some help figuring out what info is missing"
"Alright, lemme see it."
He sets down his satchel and unrolls a half burned blueprint. the blueprint itself is of some form of lens with runes carved into the ring, but parts of a lot of the runes have been either scribbled out or burnt. there is info on what the metal surrounding the lens is but nothing on what the lens itself is made out of.
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Oh, my weary soul We've met your kind before Set fire to us all And oh sweet Providence Come save us from ourselves From Hell and consequence
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Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
Festus huffs, unable to fit inside, seeing as he's 8 feet tall.
He hugs them close.
"Run! Run!" he calls, laughing. Commando droids hunt Tim down.
Jason looks at the regular sized door, before grabbing a hammer and knocking it down, leaving a hole big enough for them "I'll repair it some day, come on."
They radiate just enough warmth to repel the cold without hurting them.
Unwittingly, under the emotional distress of being hunted down, Tim has turned invisible.
Festus crawls in, huffing happily.
Helios sighs happily.
Their heat sensors look for him, flicking through each setting until they lock on.
Jason takes out all of his many Materia, sorting them by type and level of power.
"Better?" He asks, eating his own bowl of stew.
Tim doesn't know he's caught, despite it he's still moving very fast for someone so small.
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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.'
"always the simple thing that goes wrong" he chuckles
He nods, laughing a bit.
"and they always fail in a way you didn't even consider"
"Yeah its crazy."
"that's engineering for ya"
He nods with a smile
"speaking of, think you can help me with something? got an incomplete blueprint and I need some help figuring out what info is missing"
"Alright, lemme see it."
He sets down his satchel and unrolls a half burned blueprint. the blueprint itself is of some form of lens with runes carved into the ring, but parts of a lot of the runes have been either scribbled out or burnt. there is info on what the metal surrounding the lens is but nothing on what the lens itself is made out of.
Leo touches the blueprint and closes his eyes.
History to identify: 9
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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.
There is movement in one place of the soil, in the dead center of the clearing- dead in multiple senses. The soil is so suffused in that one spot with a hateful, aberrant energy, that nothing could ever hope to grow again here. The shadows seem darker here, though it's hard to say. Faint scraps of rotting remains are here, still festering with decay and a foul inky ooze even after all this time.
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)
*Ah thats awesome Baalze, I'll read up on it. I know it's incredible before I even look.*
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.)
Two of the droids with shovels start to dig in the soil
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"and they always fail in a way you didn't even consider"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Oh, my weary soul
We've met your kind before
Set fire to us all
And oh sweet Providence
Come save us from ourselves
From Hell and consequence
"Yeah its crazy."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"that's engineering for ya"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Oh, my weary soul
We've met your kind before
Set fire to us all
And oh sweet Providence
Come save us from ourselves
From Hell and consequence
He nods with a smile
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Festus, you can come inside if you want." It seems to be his workshop, as well as a store.
"Then here." He takes off some of his scales, healing them after, giving them to Helios. They radiate warmth.
Tim grabs his spell book, he can't save the Jedi, but he can live, and with that, he runs away.
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.)
Before their shovels even touch the soil, the droid's excavation tools corrode at an unnatural rate, dissolving into shadowy slime and scraps of grey metal- a fate that, a few seconds later, meets the two droids themselves. That burning, writhing hatred beneath the earth churns with further intensity, the soil under them all visibly being disturbed and lifted in spots. In the back of the General's mind, a message can be heard, though it carries no sound- only a sense of being watched from every direction at once. They can understand it clearly, though.
"W h a t . . . a r e . . . y o u ? . ."
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)
"speaking of, think you can help me with something? got an incomplete blueprint and I need some help figuring out what info is missing"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Oh, my weary soul
We've met your kind before
Set fire to us all
And oh sweet Providence
Come save us from ourselves
From Hell and consequence
Festus huffs, unable to fit inside, seeing as he's 8 feet tall.
He hugs them close.
"Run! Run!" he calls, laughing. Commando droids hunt Tim down.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I am General Grievous. Jedi hunter and killer. What are you?" he responds.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Alright, lemme see it."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Jason looks at the regular sized door, before grabbing a sledge hammer and knocking it down, leaving a hole big enough for them "I'll repair it some day, come on."
They radiate just enough warmth to repel the cold without hurting them.
Unwittingly, under the emotional distress of being hunted down, Tim has turned invisible.
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.)
Festus crawls in, huffing happily.
Helios sighs happily.
Their heat sensors look for him, flicking through each setting until they lock on.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He sets down his satchel and unrolls a half burned blueprint. the blueprint itself is of some form of lens with runes carved into the ring, but parts of a lot of the runes have been either scribbled out or burnt. there is info on what the metal surrounding the lens is but nothing on what the lens itself is made out of.
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Oh, my weary soul
We've met your kind before
Set fire to us all
And oh sweet Providence
Come save us from ourselves
From Hell and consequence
*__________________*
*Derp*
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
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Jason takes out all of his many Materia, sorting them by type and level of power.
"Better?" He asks, eating his own bowl of stew.
Tim doesn't know he's caught, despite it he's still moving very fast for someone so small.
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.)
Leo touches the blueprint and closes his eyes.
History to identify: 9
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Thirteen is playing Hungry, Hungry Hippos with Caramel.
Mauric is replacing missing shingles on the roof.
Loriche is making something new.
Yod has received his first contract and is now stalking his mark.
Malafasa is trying to sleep.
Eito is practicing magic.
Riotan is still digging. The ground around both the inn and the town is getting a bit unstable, and small sinkholes have started to open.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.