The creature lays the body onto the rot, bowing. "Feast....hungry...forever starving..." it whispers, its voice slightly distorted.
"P o t e n t i a l p u p p e t s a r e o f f - l i m i t s. . ." It responds- a flat statement, not a suggestion. ". . . Y o u c a n h a v e a l l t h e r e s t . . . U n d e r s t o o d ? . ."
"Yess..." it hisses, bowing lower
"G o o d . . ." It replies, seeming satisfied that it got the message across.
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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)
The creature lays the body onto the rot, bowing. "Feast....hungry...forever starving..." it whispers, its voice slightly distorted.
"P o t e n t i a l p u p p e t s a r e o f f - l i m i t s. . ." It responds- a flat statement, not a suggestion. ". . . Y o u c a n h a v e a l l t h e r e s t . . . U n d e r s t o o d ? . ."
"Yess..." it hisses, bowing lower
"G o o d . . ." It replies, seeming satisfied that it got the message across.
It offers some dead corpses to the rot.
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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.
Her magic does heal the soil around her, returning it to a more lively state... before it is swallowed again by the corruption, all the life and color bleached from it before her very eyes. The blight doesn't seem to be spreading to anywhere outside this clearing. The presence 'laughs' silently in response, taking delight in watching her attempt fail.
" H o w q u a i n t . . ." It starts in a mocking tone. " . . . I w o n ' t p e r i s h s o e a s i l y a g a i n . . ."
"Don't think I'm beat just cause ya got the jump on me." She pushes out more and more power, not to heal the land around her, but to reach deeper into the soil, reaching out to the source of the corruption "Any druid worth their salt knows that no good tree gives bad fruit, I'll just cut ya off at the roots." She says with a smile, focusing harder and harder.
The soil within the clearing is disturbed and split open in places as the inner heart of the corruption- a concentrated mass of pure hatred and shadow within the clearing's center- is assailed by her healing power. An equal amount of aberrant power is released to counter her attempt, not trying to regain ground, but rather preserve its core.
". . . W i l l y o u s t o p t h a t ? . ." It responds, sounding more annoyed than anything. ". . . I ' m n o t h e r e f o r y o u r o h - s o - p r e c i o u s f o r e s t . . ."
"Well whatever yer tryin' ta do is threatenin' this here forest, an' I assume ya know that no druid worth anythin' would allow that ta happen." She doesn't force it any more, she knows that she now has come power to talk, now that she is able to threaten the core with her power, though she's worried about Omori in this time.
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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.'
Her magic does heal the soil around her, returning it to a more lively state... before it is swallowed again by the corruption, all the life and color bleached from it before her very eyes. The blight doesn't seem to be spreading to anywhere outside this clearing. The presence 'laughs' silently in response, taking delight in watching her attempt fail.
" H o w q u a i n t . . ." It starts in a mocking tone. " . . . I w o n ' t p e r i s h s o e a s i l y a g a i n . . ."
"Don't think I'm beat just cause ya got the jump on me." She pushes out more and more power, not to heal the land around her, but to reach deeper into the soil, reaching out to the source of the corruption "Any druid worth their salt knows that no good tree gives bad fruit, I'll just cut ya off at the roots." She says with a smile, focusing harder and harder.
The soil within the clearing is disturbed and split open in places as the inner heart of the corruption- a concentrated mass of pure hatred and shadow within the clearing's center- is assailed by her healing power. An equal amount of aberrant power is released to counter her attempt, not trying to regain ground, but rather preserve its core.
". . . W i l l y o u s t o p t h a t ? . ." It responds, sounding more annoyed than anything. ". . . I ' m n o t h e r e f o r y o u r o h - s o - p r e c i o u s f o r e s t . . ."
"Well whatever yer tryin' ta do is threatenin' this here forest, an' I assume ya know that no druid worth anythin' would allow that ta happen." She doesn't force it any more, she knows that she now has come power to talk, now that she is able to threaten the core with her power, though she's worried about Omori in this time.
There is silence for a few seconds as it senses her worry- and, more specifically, who the worry is about. The rage of the thing beneath the soil grows even more in response, and Merabelle can see her own shadow twist into a new shape- that of a person in long flowing robes, with innumerable writhing tendrils around its head.
" . . . Y o u k n o w h e r . . ."
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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)
The creature lays the body onto the rot, bowing. "Feast....hungry...forever starving..." it whispers, its voice slightly distorted.
"P o t e n t i a l p u p p e t s a r e o f f - l i m i t s. . ." It responds- a flat statement, not a suggestion. ". . . Y o u c a n h a v e a l l t h e r e s t . . . U n d e r s t o o d ? . ."
"Yess..." it hisses, bowing lower
"G o o d . . ." It replies, seeming satisfied that it got the message across.
It offers some dead corpses to the rot.
The blight accepts, shadowy tendrils wrapping around the corpses and dissolving them into shadowy ichor in seconds, letting the fluid seep into the soil and join the rest of the corruption.
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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)
The creature lays the body onto the rot, bowing. "Feast....hungry...forever starving..." it whispers, its voice slightly distorted.
"P o t e n t i a l p u p p e t s a r e o f f - l i m i t s. . ." It responds- a flat statement, not a suggestion. ". . . Y o u c a n h a v e a l l t h e r e s t . . . U n d e r s t o o d ? . ."
"Yess..." it hisses, bowing lower
"G o o d . . ." It replies, seeming satisfied that it got the message across.
It offers some dead corpses to the rot.
The blight accepts, shadowy tendrils wrapping around the corpses and dissolving them into shadowy ichor in seconds, letting the fluid seep into the soil and join the rest of the corruption.
It backs away, teeth glinting in a malformed smile
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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 silence for a few seconds as it senses her worry- and, more specifically, who the worry is about. The rage of the thing beneath the soil grows even more in response, and Merabelle can see her own shadow twist into a new shape- that of a person in long flowing robes, with innumerable writhing tendrils around its head.
" . . . Y o u k n o w h e r . . ."
She gets from her seated position, standing up to face the shadowy beast, knowing who they are referring to from context clues "She is my daughter, and if ya think yer gonna do anythin' ta her, yer someone who ain't got any clue who I am."
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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 lays the body onto the rot, bowing. "Feast....hungry...forever starving..." it whispers, its voice slightly distorted.
"P o t e n t i a l p u p p e t s a r e o f f - l i m i t s. . ." It responds- a flat statement, not a suggestion. ". . . Y o u c a n h a v e a l l t h e r e s t . . . U n d e r s t o o d ? . ."
"Yess..." it hisses, bowing lower
"G o o d . . ." It replies, seeming satisfied that it got the message across.
It offers some dead corpses to the rot.
The blight accepts, shadowy tendrils wrapping around the corpses and dissolving them into shadowy ichor in seconds, letting the fluid seep into the soil and join the rest of the corruption.
It backs away, teeth glinting in a malformed smile
The shadow's head splits open, a crooked grin on its face as well.
"T h e r e i s o n e I a m h u n t i n g , a n d y o u w i l l h e l p m e f i n d h e r . . ." It isn't asking.
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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)
The creature lays the body onto the rot, bowing. "Feast....hungry...forever starving..." it whispers, its voice slightly distorted.
"P o t e n t i a l p u p p e t s a r e o f f - l i m i t s. . ." It responds- a flat statement, not a suggestion. ". . . Y o u c a n h a v e a l l t h e r e s t . . . U n d e r s t o o d ? . ."
"Yess..." it hisses, bowing lower
"G o o d . . ." It replies, seeming satisfied that it got the message across.
It offers some dead corpses to the rot.
The blight accepts, shadowy tendrils wrapping around the corpses and dissolving them into shadowy ichor in seconds, letting the fluid seep into the soil and join the rest of the corruption.
It backs away, teeth glinting in a malformed smile
The shadow's head splits open, a crooked grin on its face as well.
"T h e r e i s o n e I a m h u n t i n g , a n d y o u w i l l h e l p m e f i n d h e r . . ." It isn't asking.
It chuckles, sounding like radio static. "Yes....you want it alive?"
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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.
"G o o d . . ." It replies, seeming satisfied that it got the message across.
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)
It offers some dead corpses to the rot.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Well whatever yer tryin' ta do is threatenin' this here forest, an' I assume ya know that no druid worth anythin' would allow that ta happen." She doesn't force it any more, she knows that she now has come power to talk, now that she is able to threaten the core with her power, though she's worried about Omori in this time.
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.)
"These... are... my feasting... grounds..." It rasps "I... will not... harm you... if you do not... challenge... me... or attack... him..."
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.)
It pauses. "...fair...i...agree...to the terms..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
There is silence for a few seconds as it senses her worry- and, more specifically, who the worry is about. The rage of the thing beneath the soil grows even more in response, and Merabelle can see her own shadow twist into a new shape- that of a person in long flowing robes, with innumerable writhing tendrils around its head.
" . . . Y o u k n o w h e r . . ."
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)
It nods, bones crunching again "I... am... was... Alexander..."
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...dont...remeber what my name was...all i am known by....is...The Horror in the Woods..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The blight accepts, shadowy tendrils wrapping around the corpses and dissolving them into shadowy ichor in seconds, letting the fluid seep into the soil and join the rest of the corruption.
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)
It backs away, teeth glinting in a malformed smile
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She gets from her seated position, standing up to face the shadowy beast, knowing who they are referring to from context clues "She is my daughter, and if ya think yer gonna do anythin' ta her, yer someone who ain't got any clue who I am."
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.)
It nods again, stalking over with near silent steps towards the child, looking down at them with milky white eyes.
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.)
"Do...you protect...the child...?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The shadow's head splits open, a crooked grin on its face as well.
"T h e r e i s o n e I a m h u n t i n g , a n d y o u w i l l h e l p m e f i n d h e r . . ." It isn't asking.
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)
"Was... my b-brother... in... life... yet... not... y-yes..."
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.)
It chuckles, sounding like radio static. "Yes....you want it alive?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It nods
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Do... you... have... any... past?"
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.)
"not one that i remember."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It sits down, looking at the child "Sad... I... am... s-sorry..."
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.)