The stones both hit, the projectiles themselves passing right through it, but their radiance bursting where they strike, breaking off more parts of the Seer's fragile form. Its grip is loosened enough for Omori to slip through, tumbling to the ground of a second chamber deeper beneath the clearing- the infection's heart. In front of the two... is the Seer- or at least, what once was the Seer. An enormous, shadowy shape composed of veils and rings of pure darkness like an abyssal jellyfish, the damaged arm and five more like it connecting at the very core of the being- a rotting corpse in the tattered remains of long, black robes. The entire Elder Evil seethes with a hatred so intense and visceral that it cannot be contained in this enormous vessel, radiating off of them as a bone-chilling cold. "H e l l o a g a i n , O m o r i . . ." It says, reaching for her again.
As he leaves to grab something, she sees the perfect moment to do what she has been planning, retrieving something from one of her coat's inner pockets, and turning around before he places the ring box in her hands. Her eyes light up with equal parts surprise and pure joy, the biggest smile on her face, stunned and elated beyond words as she takes one of his hands with another two, gently placing in his hand the item she had retrieved... another ring box.
Merabelle picks up Omori, keeping them behind her. She plucks what appears to be one of the stars off of herself, whispering some words into it as she holds Omori close to her, her stars radiating a soft warm to counter the cold "Shine brightly, I love you Omori." The little mote of light floats softly over to what is left of the Seer, before seemingly disappearing, then, before anyone could possibly react, it implodes into radiant light like the final cry of a supernova. All of the arms as well as the form of the main mass are all caught in the blast and must make another Con save, taking 20 radiant damage and being blinded, half of a success and not blinded.
(They really are perfect for each other.)
He looks purely shocked for a moment, before tears before to flow down the sides of his face, grinning with nothing but the most pure joy in his eyes, opening their ring box, and sliding a ring made from bone with golden detailing onto their finger, opening his own ring box as he slowly goes to stand up "You... are perfect..." He says, barely able to whisper it with all the emotion he's feeling.
(Seer's Con Save: 15) The burst of radiant energy rends through the Seer, each ray piercing completely through their horrific form and shearing off tendrils and pieces of the central mass. It makes another enraged shriek as the very core of its being is wounded, the light chasing away the remnants of its power within the chamber, bleaching the soil and stone grey as the lingering ichor is incinerated. The Seer is wounded, though still 'alive', floating over towards the two. " Y O U . . . Y O U I N S I G N I F I C A N T W R E T C H !" It screams, reaching for Merabelle with all five of its remaining main arms. (1410231126 to hit, for 5028342626 necrotic damage.) Omori fires another Starry Wisp at the center of the Seer (15 to hit, 6 radiant damage), frightened but continuing to persist. "I love you too, Mom."
*They really are. These two are so amazing and unhinged.*
Tears are fully flowing down her face as well, looking down at the ring with absolute joy, feeling like the happiest affront to the laws of science and the divine in the whole world. She takes the ring meant for him- a bone ring as well, carved with accurate depictions of skulls he has carved in the past, including her own, all the eye sockets studded with little glittering rubies- and gently places it on his finger. "I... I love you so much, Henry..."
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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)
KK is animating more Mannequins, using a few drops from a vial of old blood amongst the regular blood she uses to paint the animating runes. She occasionally looks back at the vial with a morbid curiosity, before pushing the thought aside and continuing her work.
*Good morning madam Yvonne :] *
X peeks through the window of her workshop, curious
*How art thou today, mine good friend? :D*
At one point, she looks up to the window as well, seeing him. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" She immediately asks, sounding both lethally serious and tired, as if this is a common occurence.
*Very tired. Bad night, early morning..*
X leans on the window. "names X."
*I'm sorry you're not doing the best. Make sure to get as much rest as you need :)*
"Okay, X, what are you doing here?" She asks again.
*Will do.*
"Smelled something rank. Followed it here."
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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 animating more Mannequins, using a few drops from a vial of old blood amongst the regular blood she uses to paint the animating runes. She occasionally looks back at the vial with a morbid curiosity, before pushing the thought aside and continuing her work.
*Good morning madam Yvonne :] *
X peeks through the window of her workshop, curious
*How art thou today, mine good friend? :D*
At one point, she looks up to the window as well, seeing him. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" She immediately asks, sounding both lethally serious and tired, as if this is a common occurence.
*Very tired. Bad night, early morning..*
X leans on the window. "names X."
*I'm sorry you're not doing the best. Make sure to get as much rest as you need :)*
"Okay, X, what are you doing here?" She asks again.
*Will do.*
"Smelled something rank. Followed it here."
"Ah, that'd be the blood." She explains with unnerving nonchalance. "Need to animate the constructs somehow." She adds, chuckling a bit.
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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
KK is animating more Mannequins, using a few drops from a vial of old blood amongst the regular blood she uses to paint the animating runes. She occasionally looks back at the vial with a morbid curiosity, before pushing the thought aside and continuing her work.
*Good morning madam Yvonne :] *
X peeks through the window of her workshop, curious
*How art thou today, mine good friend? :D*
At one point, she looks up to the window as well, seeing him. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" She immediately asks, sounding both lethally serious and tired, as if this is a common occurence.
*Very tired. Bad night, early morning..*
X leans on the window. "names X."
*I'm sorry you're not doing the best. Make sure to get as much rest as you need :)*
"Okay, X, what are you doing here?" She asks again.
*Will do.*
"Smelled something rank. Followed it here."
"Ah, that'd be the blood." She explains with unnerving nonchalance. "Need to animate the constructs somehow." She adds, chuckling a bit.
"Nova." he says, sitting on the windowsill and examining the construct from afar.
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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.
(Seer's Con Save: 17) The burst of radiant energy rends through the Seer, each ray piercing completely through their horrific form and shearing off tendrils and pieces of the central mass. It makes another enraged shriek as the very core of its being is wounded, the light chasing away the remnants of its power within the chamber, bleaching the soil and stone grey as the lingering ichor is incinerated. The Seer is wounded, though still 'alive', floating over towards the two. " Y O U . . . Y O U I N S I G N I F I C A N T W R E T C H !" It screams, reaching for Merabelle with all five of its remaining main arms. (2214181021 to hit, for 3438364033 necrotic damage.) Omori fires another Starry Wisp at the center of the Seer (5 to hit, 6 radiant damage), frightened but continuing to persist. "I love you too, Mom."
*They really are. These two are so amazing and unhinged.*
Tears are fully flowing down her face as well, looking down at the ring with absolute joy, feeling like the happiest affront to the laws of science and the divine in the whole world. She takes the ring meant for him- a bone ring as well, carved with accurate depictions of skulls he has carved in the past, including her own, all the eye sockets studded with little glittering rubies- and gently places it on his finger. "I... I love you so much, Henry..."
(Ah, She's blinded, so she has to roll all of those attacks with disadvantage. So it probably won't take her down, but all of that will hurt if any of them hit. I'll roll all of my stuff afterwards, cool?)
*I didn't expect the in sync marriage proposal honestly,*
He closes his eyes, slowly embracing them, holding their head with one of his hands, leaning against them as his tears trickle "This... is more than I could've ever hoped for..." He picks her up, raising her mouth to his own and kissing her passionately for a long time, probably more time than he should considering he needs to breath, but eventually, he does pull back, putting her back down.
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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.'
After they are done, She takes the bowls, walking over the nearby river and cleaning them.
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.)
"No... I'll be fine, I'm a goat, I can climb, totally..." He says, not very convinced himself.
The kid chomps it down, melting in the acid.
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 helps her, or well, more does it for her. He returns the bowls then offers her a piggyback ride back to her house.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He can see the people being yanked off the ground by the rope, but oddly enough there's no one holding the rope
He tilts his head a little, watching the wounds close
She graciously accepts the piggy back ride, happy to have this, holding tightly to them and having an immense amount of fun.
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 turns on a thermal vision scan.
"Sorry you have to see this..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She sees four little slots in his neck, two of which have something in them.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You don't have to go, Evan" Wind walks over to Evan "I want to go up there, but if you don't want to, than we won't."
Basil turns to Thane "So, what did you get up too?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
(Seer's Con Save: 15) The burst of radiant energy rends through the Seer, each ray piercing completely through their horrific form and shearing off tendrils and pieces of the central mass. It makes another enraged shriek as the very core of its being is wounded, the light chasing away the remnants of its power within the chamber, bleaching the soil and stone grey as the lingering ichor is incinerated. The Seer is wounded, though still 'alive', floating over towards the two. " Y O U . . . Y O U I N S I G N I F I C A N T W R E T C H !" It screams, reaching for Merabelle with all five of its remaining main arms. (14 10 23 11 26 to hit, for 50 28 34 26 26 necrotic damage.)
Omori fires another Starry Wisp at the center of the Seer (15 to hit, 6 radiant damage), frightened but continuing to persist. "I love you too, Mom."
*They really are. These two are so amazing and unhinged.*
Tears are fully flowing down her face as well, looking down at the ring with absolute joy, feeling like the happiest affront to the laws of science and the divine in the whole world. She takes the ring meant for him- a bone ring as well, carved with accurate depictions of skulls he has carved in the past, including her own, all the eye sockets studded with little glittering rubies- and gently places it on his finger. "I... I love you so much, Henry..."
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)
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Ah, that'd be the blood." She explains with unnerving nonchalance. "Need to animate the constructs somehow." She adds, chuckling a bit.
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)
(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
"Nova." he says, sitting on the windowsill and examining the construct from afar.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(Ah, She's blinded, so she has to roll all of those attacks with disadvantage. So it probably won't take her down, but all of that will hurt if any of them hit. I'll roll all of my stuff afterwards, cool?)
*I didn't expect the in sync marriage proposal honestly,*
He closes his eyes, slowly embracing them, holding their head with one of his hands, leaning against them as his tears trickle "This... is more than I could've ever hoped for..." He picks her up, raising her mouth to his own and kissing her passionately for a long time, probably more time than he should considering he needs to breath, but eventually, he does pull back, putting her back down.
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.)
*Me and my boss talking/arguing about star trek vs star wars.*
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
He looks at the slots, but keeps her arms wrapped around them "What are these?"
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.)
*Star Wars will forever be more superior than Star Trek.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*The true political debate*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*How are you arguing? Star Wars is better, definitively.*
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.)
*In the lake fool.*
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