*Anybody want to rp while I'm still here? If not it's all good.*
*I'd love to rp, if you want! Any particular character you'd like?*
*Of course I want to, though I don't have a preference, do you?*
*Neither do I- I'd love to interact with whatever characters you'd like to use!*
Omori is sitting on a rock in the woods, still thinking about that feeling of inexplicable dread that came out of the blue. 'It couldn't be...' she thinks to herself, before dismissively shaking her head, not wanting to even entertain that possibility.
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.
Merabelle has come to the clearing, feeling the forest hurting and being drawn to where it is. She is sitting, cross legged in front of the spot and trying to track down the cause through her magical senses.
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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 jester what should I nerf then? all of them except abyss slash and crescent moon slash is limited use and it already has pretty high prerequisites in my opinion*
*Firstly, this shouldn't be a feat, possibly a class or a subclass of something else. It shouldn't do that much damage with anything, and it shouldn't give you resistance to anything.*
*would you play this if it was a class?*
*If it was a balanced class and had more abilities, outside of just combat attacks, probably.*
*I'll probably revise it make it into either a subclass or class nerf the damage and give it a few skills outside of attacking*
*Sounds good, you don't have to do everything I think though, get other people's opinions and stuff.*
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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.'
In the depths of the shadowy woods, there lurks a monstrous being. Towering at an imposing 9 feet, its presence is both awe-inspiring and terrifying. The creature is covered in a mottled, dark-hued skin that blends seamlessly with the underbrush, making it nearly invisible in the dim light of the forest.
The monster's most striking feature is its eerie white eyes, which seem to pierce through the thick gloom of the woods. These eyes hold a chilling intelligence, watching and observing with an otherworldly awareness. They can instill a sense of dread in anyone who dares to venture too close.
Its gaping maw is wide enough to swallow a person whole, lined with jagged, shadowy teeth that glisten menacingly. According to the legends, if you approach the creature, the surroundings grow oppressively darker, as if the very light itself shies away from its presence. Shadows seem to stretch and flicker, creating an unsettling atmosphere that disorients anyone who dares to approach.
The monster emits low growls and rumbles that resonate through the ground, giving a sense of an ancient power that lies within, while the air grows thick with an unnatural chill. Encountering this monster is said to evoke an instinctual sense of fear, urging travelers to flee before it takes notice of them. Legends in the local villages warn of the monster's domain, a place where light is swallowed, and darkness reigns supreme.
Local villagers have gone missing and then found dead, their bones hanging from the trees days later. Fear spreads through the villages, knowing the monster could come for any of them next, striking at any time.
*I still have no idea how this town still even has a population with all of the murderers and monsters and stuff*
Loriche is just chilling, still working on her planned device.
*Honestly, i have no idea either*
Two townsfolk run up to her, fear in their eyes
“What the… how did you get past my traps???” She looks confused.
"miss please....you must help us..." one sobs, kneeling and pleading
“What’s wrong?”
"Something is picking us off in our village...we...we keep finding their dead bodies..****y their bones hanging from the trees..."
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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.
*Anybody want to rp while I'm still here? If not it's all good.*
*I'd love to rp, if you want! Any particular character you'd like?*
*Of course I want to, though I don't have a preference, do you?*
*Neither do I- I'd love to interact with whatever characters you'd like to use!*
Omori is sitting on a rock in the woods, still thinking about that feeling of inexplicable dread that came out of the blue. 'It couldn't be...' she thinks to herself, before dismissively shaking her head, not wanting to even entertain that possibility.
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.
Merabelle has come to the clearing, feeling the forest hurting and being drawn to where it is. She is sitting, cross legged in front of the spot and trying to track down the cause through her magical senses.
She can sense the direction and the scale of the cause almost immediately- it's underneath the clearing. The entire clearing. Writhing underneath where she stands with a hatred so burning and intense it almost hurts to focus on... hatred for one thing... one person... She feels like she's being watched from every single dark corner of the surrounding woods. It speaks to Merabelle- not with any sound, but with a feeling that at the same time is both unintelligible and can be perfectly understood.
" . . . W h o a r e y o u ? . ." It asks, despite already knowing.
In the depths of the shadowy woods, there lurks a monstrous being. Towering at an imposing 9 feet, its presence is both awe-inspiring and terrifying. The creature is covered in a mottled, dark-hued skin that blends seamlessly with the underbrush, making it nearly invisible in the dim light of the forest.
The monster's most striking feature is its eerie white eyes, which seem to pierce through the thick gloom of the woods. These eyes hold a chilling intelligence, watching and observing with an otherworldly awareness. They can instill a sense of dread in anyone who dares to venture too close.
Its gaping maw is wide enough to swallow a person whole, lined with jagged, shadowy teeth that glisten menacingly. According to the legends, if you approach the creature, the surroundings grow oppressively darker, as if the very light itself shies away from its presence. Shadows seem to stretch and flicker, creating an unsettling atmosphere that disorients anyone who dares to approach.
The monster emits low growls and rumbles that resonate through the ground, giving a sense of an ancient power that lies within, while the air grows thick with an unnatural chill. Encountering this monster is said to evoke an instinctual sense of fear, urging travelers to flee before it takes notice of them. Legends in the local villages warn of the monster's domain, a place where light is swallowed, and darkness reigns supreme.
Local villagers have gone missing and then found dead, their bones hanging from the trees days later. Fear spreads through the villages, knowing the monster could come for any of them next, striking at any time.
*I still have no idea how this town still even has a population with all of the murderers and monsters and stuff*
Loriche is just chilling, still working on her planned device.
*Honestly, i have no idea either*
Two townsfolk run up to her, fear in their eyes
“What the… how did you get past my traps???” She looks confused.
"miss please....you must help us..." one sobs, kneeling and pleading
“What’s wrong?”
"Something is picking us off in our village...we...we keep finding their dead bodies..****y their bones hanging from the trees..."
“Oh. Wow. What do you want me to do about it?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The creature stops moving, blending in with the trees.
The sound stops when they do, though the kid continues to snore.
The creature looks around for the source of the noise.
If the creature turns around, they find, a Wendigo cloaked in shadow, only a bit smaller than them if you don't count the deer skull their skull is stuffed into, dripping blood at a constant rate. lanky and looking malnourished. The skull within the deer skull crushed by being inside.
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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
The creature stops moving, blending in with the trees.
The sound stops when they do, though the kid continues to snore.
The creature looks around for the source of the noise.
If the creature turns around, they find, a Wendigo cloaked in shadow, only a bit smaller than them if you don't count the deer skull their skull is stuffed into, dripping blood at a constant rate. lanky and looking malnourished. The skull within the deer skull crushed by being inside.
The creature doesn't look startled, rumbling lowly.
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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.
*Anybody want to rp while I'm still here? If not it's all good.*
*I'd love to rp, if you want! Any particular character you'd like?*
*Of course I want to, though I don't have a preference, do you?*
*Neither do I- I'd love to interact with whatever characters you'd like to use!*
Omori is sitting on a rock in the woods, still thinking about that feeling of inexplicable dread that came out of the blue. 'It couldn't be...' she thinks to herself, before dismissively shaking her head, not wanting to even entertain that possibility.
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.
Merabelle has come to the clearing, feeling the forest hurting and being drawn to where it is. She is sitting, cross legged in front of the spot and trying to track down the cause through her magical senses.
She can sense the direction and the scale of the cause almost immediately- it's underneath the clearing. The entire clearing. Writhing underneath where she stands with a hatred so burning and intense... hatred for one thing... one person... She feels like she's being watched from every single dark corner of the surrounding woods. It speaks to Merabelle- not with any sound, but with a feeling that at the same time is both unintelligible and can be perfectly understood.
" . . . W h o a r e y o u ? . ." It asks, despite already knowing.
She remains calm, she hasn't dealt with anything of this scale before, but that will far from stop her from trying. She uses her nature as a druid to repel the corrupting force as much as she can "Merabelle, the black blood." She replies, her voice holding no fear.
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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.'
The creature stops moving, blending in with the trees.
The sound stops when they do, though the kid continues to snore.
The creature looks around for the source of the noise.
If the creature turns around, they find, a Wendigo cloaked in shadow, only a bit smaller than them if you don't count the deer skull their skull is stuffed into, dripping blood at a constant rate. lanky and looking malnourished. The skull within the deer skull crushed by being inside.
The creature doesn't look startled, rumbling lowly.
The Wendigo's lips tear open, his mouth having been sealed before, some of the flesh still attached to itself as it makes a rumble of it's own.
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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.'
The shadows of the trees standing at the clearing's edges all turn inwards towards that central point, not caring for the laws of light as they stretch and writhe to meet where the darkness is strongest. The soil shifts even more, cracking open in places.
" . . . I n o l o n g e r c a r e f o r h a v i n g a p h y s i c a l v e s s e l . . . I s h a l l n o t r e p e a t m y g r e a t e s t f o l l y . . ."
"I cannot see you, Ancient one...but I sense you are very powerful." he says, bowing slightly.
" . . . A r e y o u b l i n d , G e n e r a l ? . . L o o k a r o u n d y o u . . ."
The shadows all touch at that rotting grave, congealing and twisting into themselves- into a pool of utter lightless oblivion. The General's own shadow twists into a new shape- the shadow of a person in long flowing robes, with writhing tendrils around their head, that stares back up at him with a faceless expression.
" . . . O r p e r h a p s , I c a n m a k e y o u s e e . . . M a k e y o u s e e . . . E V E R Y T H I N G . . . "
He bows even deeper, clearly afraid.
The face of the Seer's shadow splits open into a wide, jagged grin. They are not just aware of the General's fear- they are reveling in it. The writhing branches of the trees' shadows seep up from the ground as tendrils of inky black oblivion, beginning to surround him.
" . . . W h a t ' s t h e m a t t e r ? . . D o y o u n o t w a n t s u c h a b l e s s i n g ? . ."
The air grows darker as the General screams and is killed. A 9-foot eldtrich horror lurks closer to them, holding the dead general in its clawed hand, holding it out like a cat returning from a kill.
*Would you like this creature's intro?*
" . . . A p i t y . . . T h a t o n e w o u l d h a v e m a d e a g o o d t h r a l l . . ."
The shadow that was once the General's still remains, gliding silently over to the other horror, that grin still on their face.
" . . . W h a t b u s i n e s s h a v e y o u h e r e , k i n d r e d ? . ."
The creature lays the body onto the rot, bowing. "Feast....hungry...forever starving..." it whispers, its voice slightly distorted.
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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.
The creature stops moving, blending in with the trees.
The sound stops when they do, though the kid continues to snore.
The creature looks around for the source of the noise.
If the creature turns around, they find, a Wendigo cloaked in shadow, only a bit smaller than them if you don't count the deer skull their skull is stuffed into, dripping blood at a constant rate. lanky and looking malnourished. The skull within the deer skull crushed by being inside.
The creature doesn't look startled, rumbling lowly.
The Wendigo's lips tear open, his mouth having been sealed before, some of the flesh still attached to itself as it makes a rumble of it's own.
It creaks, head tilting.
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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
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Merabelle has come to the clearing, feeling the forest hurting and being drawn to where it is. She is sitting, cross legged in front of the spot and trying to track down the cause through her magical senses.
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 good, you don't have to do everything I think though, get other people's opinions and stuff.*
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.)
"Something is picking us off in our village...we...we keep finding their dead bodies..****y their bones hanging from the trees..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Part of me wants to bring in my Old God turned New God of Entertainment.*
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
The sound stops when they do, though the kid continues to snore.
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 guess. But I can handle my own wings, thanks very much.”
“Hm… any interest in reading some ancient Abyssal rhetoric?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The creature looks around for the source of the noise.
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, just a bit "If you say so, I'll just hope you find someone."
"It sounds better than just working out for hours, at this point I'm not sure I have any body fat." He chuckles.
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 can sense the direction and the scale of the cause almost immediately- it's underneath the clearing. The entire clearing. Writhing underneath where she stands with a hatred so burning and intense it almost hurts to focus on... hatred for one thing... one person... She feels like she's being watched from every single dark corner of the surrounding woods. It speaks to Merabelle- not with any sound, but with a feeling that at the same time is both unintelligible and can be perfectly understood.
" . . . W h o a r e y o u ? . ." It asks, despite already knowing.
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)
“Oh. Wow. What do you want me to do about it?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
If the creature turns around, they find, a Wendigo cloaked in shadow, only a bit smaller than them if you don't count the deer skull their skull is stuffed into, dripping blood at a constant rate. lanky and looking malnourished. The skull within the deer skull crushed by being inside.
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.)
"Help us kill the creature....please!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(you want to rp 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
The creature doesn't look startled, rumbling lowly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She remains calm, she hasn't dealt with anything of this scale before, but that will far from stop her from trying. She uses her nature as a druid to repel the corrupting force as much as she can "Merabelle, the black blood." She replies, her voice holding no fear.
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 Wendigo's lips tear open, his mouth having been sealed before, some of the flesh still attached to itself as it makes a rumble of it's own.
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.)
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I laughed way too hard at this dear lord.*
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 creaks, head tilting.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(good morning wendi)
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