I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
* Yep, tho my island looks like junk. Why do you ask?*
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
* Yep, tho my island looks like junk. Why do you ask?*
*do you wanna visit mine?*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
* Yep, tho my island looks like junk. Why do you ask?*
*do you wanna visit mine?*
*maybe tomorrow? My parents are super strict about the amount of video games I play so unfortunately I already reached the limit :(*
*oh okay, sounds good.*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
* Yep, tho my island looks like junk. Why do you ask?*
*do you wanna visit mine?*
*im usually on here around like 11:30 and then a bunch in the afternoon jsyk*
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
The cold is absolutely enough to cause Omori to collapse- she probably would have fully died if Merabelle didn't heal her. 13 points of Lay on Hands are spent, restoring the little druid-in-training to full as she stands up, brushing frost off of her arms. The Seer finally pauses for a moment to assess the situation- it's at around a third of the strength it was when they started the fight, Merabelle is still able to keep up consistent damage, and it couldn't even scratch Omori before that psychic scream. In one sudden movement, it rushes past the two of them, its remaining tendrils cascading behind it as it starts to flee the tunnels.
She notices the vial of old blood, seemingly looking at it for just as long. "You considering it as well?" She asks, gesturing to the container of that accursed substance. "I'll admit, I was tempted to have a taste of it myself when i was working on animating the mannequins..." She trails off, thinking about it, before dismissively shaking her head. "Maybe another time."
As it attempts to pass by her, She does her best not to give them the chance, grabbing them with her massive arms, wrapping around them as she channels magical power into herself to keep them from escaping her grip. She squeezes down on them with all of the strength that she can must, her wings wrapping around them as well, if that faults she follows after them at a sprint, this encounter is going to be the Seer's death, and she picks up Omori to help with that. Grapple:29 She picks up some rocks as they run, imbuing them with her power and passing them to Omori to throw. (+11 to hit, 1d6+11+1d8+5 for damage)
He puts the vial back into his shirt "I wouldn't want to turn myself into a beast out of pure curiosity when I'm so close to marrying the woman I love more than anything." He shakes his head, thinking about it "It would be terrible if I did that." He gives her a little kiss "Maybe another time."
She manages to grab onto the escaping Elder Evil, the colossal shadow creature surprisingly being surprisingly light, stopping its escape. Of course, the Seer tries to escape and get her to let go, swatting at her with four un-grappled main tendrils (21262212 to hit, 46443925 necrotic damage), shrieking with anger and annoyance. Omori ducks out of the way as the giant eldritch monster flails about to try and attack them.
"Yeah, probably isn't the best idea to risk shattering our minds right now." She responds with a small laugh, before turning and giving him a little kiss on the cheek.
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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 cold is absolutely enough to cause Omori to collapse- she probably would have fully died if Merabelle didn't heal her. 13 points of Lay on Hands are spent, restoring the little druid-in-training to full as she stands up, brushing frost off of her arms. The Seer finally pauses for a moment to assess the situation- it's at around a third of the strength it was when they started the fight, Merabelle is still able to keep up consistent damage, and it couldn't even scratch Omori before that psychic scream. In one sudden movement, it rushes past the two of them, its remaining tendrils cascading behind it as it starts to flee the tunnels.
She notices the vial of old blood, seemingly looking at it for just as long. "You considering it as well?" She asks, gesturing to the container of that accursed substance. "I'll admit, I was tempted to have a taste of it myself when i was working on animating the mannequins..." She trails off, thinking about it, before dismissively shaking her head. "Maybe another time."
As it attempts to pass by her, She does her best not to give them the chance, grabbing them with her massive arms, wrapping around them as she channels magical power into herself to keep them from escaping her grip. She squeezes down on them with all of the strength that she can must, her wings wrapping around them as well, if that faults she follows after them at a sprint, this encounter is going to be the Seer's death, and she picks up Omori to help with that. Grapple:29 She picks up some rocks as they run, imbuing them with her power and passing them to Omori to throw. (+11 to hit, 1d6+11+1d8+5 for damage)
He puts the vial back into his shirt "I wouldn't want to turn myself into a beast out of pure curiosity when I'm so close to marrying the woman I love more than anything." He shakes his head, thinking about it "It would be terrible if I did that." He gives her a little kiss "Maybe another time."
She manages to grab onto the escaping Elder Evil, the colossal shadow creature surprisingly being surprisingly light, stopping its escape. Of course, the Seer tries to escape and get her to let go, swatting at her with four un-grappled main tendrils (12112425 to hit, 31253730 necrotic damage), shrieking with anger and annoyance. Omori ducks out of the way as the giant eldritch monster flails about to try and attack them.
"Yeah, probably isn't the best idea to risk shattering our minds right now." She responds with a small laugh, before turning and giving him a little kiss on the cheek.
She is hit by two of the attacks, but it certainly isn’t enough to put her down. Instead, she only grows in radiance and rage, uses her advantage as they are grappled to cut into them, but before she does, she casts Contagion on them, choosing to give them Vulnerability to all damage. She then claws into them. To hit:241530 Damage:10108 Smite damage:1188 (All damage doubled)
He turns to them with his smile never fading from his eyes “Do you have a place in mind, or can I choose what coast we go to? I don’t have much of a preference, any place with you is better than anywhere else to me.”
*sure! I have a new character I’d like to try out some, Calypso!*
*of course, sounds awesome.*
Malafasa is perched along the treeline beside the tavern, preening angrily.
A cloaked woman with dark skin, long, braided hair, green eyes, and a panicked expression is making her way to the tavern. She is definitely not dressed for this cold weather.
Malafasa swoops down beside her. “Cold, are you?”
She looks up to Malafasa, taking a step back. “Y-yes…. I didn’t know it could get this cold…”
In the dark, Malafasa looks quite sinister, her wide bloodshot eyes and massive wings overshadowing you greatly. “Where were you before that was so warm then?”
“It was… the island… warm all year, and now, wherever I am… is this… frozen water in the air?” she ponders, examining a snowflake melt in her hands.
She fans out her wings and holds them over Calypso’s head like an umbrella. “Well do you want to get somewhere warm enough to survive or not?”
”y-yes… please.” she stutters, looking around.
“There’s a tavern over there but I also have a den that’s probably a lot safer than the inn. Fewer psychos.”
”fewer… psychos… please… oh gods, is it always this cold away from the island?”
“Not all the time.” She puts a hand at your back, a hand at under your knees, a hand behind your head, and a hand at your ankles, lifts you up, and begins flying low into the woods. “Just for another month or two, then it gets warm again.”
“Good, good... I just… wasn’t thinking it’d be so different when I left…” She yelps as she is hoisted into the air.
After a couple minutes, Malafasa reaches a huge tree that's fallen onto its side. The snaking roots that form a circular shape have been twisted together and supported by numerous other branches to form a sort of nest, insulated from the wind and the cold.
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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.
*sure! I have a new character I’d like to try out some, Calypso!*
*of course, sounds awesome.*
Malafasa is perched along the treeline beside the tavern, preening angrily.
A cloaked woman with dark skin, long, braided hair, green eyes, and a panicked expression is making her way to the tavern. She is definitely not dressed for this cold weather.
Malafasa swoops down beside her. “Cold, are you?”
She looks up to Malafasa, taking a step back. “Y-yes…. I didn’t know it could get this cold…”
In the dark, Malafasa looks quite sinister, her wide bloodshot eyes and massive wings overshadowing you greatly. “Where were you before that was so warm then?”
“It was… the island… warm all year, and now, wherever I am… is this… frozen water in the air?” she ponders, examining a snowflake melt in her hands.
She fans out her wings and holds them over Calypso’s head like an umbrella. “Well do you want to get somewhere warm enough to survive or not?”
”y-yes… please.” she stutters, looking around.
“There’s a tavern over there but I also have a den that’s probably a lot safer than the inn. Fewer psychos.”
”fewer… psychos… please… oh gods, is it always this cold away from the island?”
“Not all the time.” She puts a hand at your back, a hand at under your knees, a hand behind your head, and a hand at your ankles, lifts you up, and begins flying low into the woods. “Just for another month or two, then it gets warm again.”
“Good, good... I just… wasn’t thinking it’d be so different when I left…” She yelps as she is hoisted into the air.
After a couple minutes, Malafasa reaches a huge tree that's fallen onto its side. The snaking roots that form a circular shape have been twisted together and supported by numerous other branches to form a sort of nest, insulated from the wind and the cold.
She stumbles away from Malafasa into the nest, sitting down, shivering a bit. “Thank you…”
The cold is absolutely enough to cause Omori to collapse- she probably would have fully died if Merabelle didn't heal her. 13 points of Lay on Hands are spent, restoring the little druid-in-training to full as she stands up, brushing frost off of her arms. The Seer finally pauses for a moment to assess the situation- it's at around a third of the strength it was when they started the fight, Merabelle is still able to keep up consistent damage, and it couldn't even scratch Omori before that psychic scream. In one sudden movement, it rushes past the two of them, its remaining tendrils cascading behind it as it starts to flee the tunnels.
She notices the vial of old blood, seemingly looking at it for just as long. "You considering it as well?" She asks, gesturing to the container of that accursed substance. "I'll admit, I was tempted to have a taste of it myself when i was working on animating the mannequins..." She trails off, thinking about it, before dismissively shaking her head. "Maybe another time."
As it attempts to pass by her, She does her best not to give them the chance, grabbing them with her massive arms, wrapping around them as she channels magical power into herself to keep them from escaping her grip. She squeezes down on them with all of the strength that she can must, her wings wrapping around them as well, if that faults she follows after them at a sprint, this encounter is going to be the Seer's death, and she picks up Omori to help with that. Grapple:29 She picks up some rocks as they run, imbuing them with her power and passing them to Omori to throw. (+11 to hit, 1d6+11+1d8+5 for damage)
He puts the vial back into his shirt "I wouldn't want to turn myself into a beast out of pure curiosity when I'm so close to marrying the woman I love more than anything." He shakes his head, thinking about it "It would be terrible if I did that." He gives her a little kiss "Maybe another time."
She manages to grab onto the escaping Elder Evil, the colossal shadow creature surprisingly being surprisingly light, stopping its escape. Of course, the Seer tries to escape and get her to let go, swatting at her with four un-grappled main tendrils (12112425 to hit, 31253730 necrotic damage), shrieking with anger and annoyance. Omori ducks out of the way as the giant eldritch monster flails about to try and attack them.
"Yeah, probably isn't the best idea to risk shattering our minds right now." She responds with a small laugh, before turning and giving him a little kiss on the cheek.
She is hit by two of the attacks, but it certainly isn’t enough to put her down. Instead, she only grows in radiance and rage, uses her advantage as they are grappled to cut into them, but before she does, she casts Contagion on them, choosing to give them Vulnerability to all damage. She then claws into them. To hit:262717 Damage:101011 Smite damage:191118 (All damage doubled)
He turns to them with his smile never fading from his eyes “Do you have a place in mind, or can I choose what coast we go to? I don’t have much of a preference, any place with you is better than anywhere else to me.”
(Oof, the Seer was already vulnerable to radiant damage, so she's taking quadruple damage from the smites.) The Seer's shadowy external body is absolutely torn to shreds, each strike tearing off another of its tendril arms and spraying ichor and torn pieces of the central mass in every direction, the excised remnants dissolving into inky sludge. They collapse to the ground, most of their strength spent and barely able to maintain their current form, the veils and rings of shadow around the corpse at its heart falling to the ground and beginning to dissolve. The Seer- or at least, what's left of her- tries to stand up from the ground, but her desiccated remains are already starting to crumble.
She thinks for a while. "I imagine there's some beautiful coasts near the Rippling Court... though, I don't have any particular preference at the moment. As long as you're by my side, it doesn't matter where."
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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)
*brah*
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
*Oh hey Wendi. What now?*
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.)
*Celly*
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
*Mhm, may I provide you with any assistance with your current day?*
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.)
im in creative funk
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
That sucks. Sorry.
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
*itsok. Do you play animal crossing?*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*hallo*
* Yep, tho my island looks like junk. Why do you ask?*
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
*do you wanna visit mine?*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*maybe tomorrow? My parents are super strict about the amount of video games I play so unfortunately I already reached the limit :(*
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
*oh okay, sounds good.*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*im usually on here around like 11:30 and then a bunch in the afternoon jsyk*
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
She manages to grab onto the escaping Elder Evil, the colossal shadow creature surprisingly being surprisingly light, stopping its escape. Of course, the Seer tries to escape and get her to let go, swatting at her with four un-grappled main tendrils (21 26 22 12 to hit, 46 44 39 25 necrotic damage), shrieking with anger and annoyance. Omori ducks out of the way as the giant eldritch monster flails about to try and attack them.
"Yeah, probably isn't the best idea to risk shattering our minds right now." She responds with a small laugh, before turning and giving him a little kiss on the cheek.
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)
She is hit by two of the attacks, but it certainly isn’t enough to put her down. Instead, she only grows in radiance and rage, uses her advantage as they are grappled to cut into them, but before she does, she casts Contagion on them, choosing to give them Vulnerability to all damage. She then claws into them. To hit:24 15 30 Damage:10 10 8 Smite damage:11 8 8 (All damage doubled)
He turns to them with his smile never fading from his eyes “Do you have a place in mind, or can I choose what coast we go to? I don’t have much of a preference, any place with you is better than anywhere else to me.”
*hiya, Yvonne and Jester!*
Calypso is in the tavern now, sitting by the fire, less freezing. She’s scared, and confused, and cold.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She stumbles away from Malafasa into the nest, sitting down, shivering a bit. “Thank you…”
(Oof, the Seer was already vulnerable to radiant damage, so she's taking quadruple damage from the smites.) The Seer's shadowy external body is absolutely torn to shreds, each strike tearing off another of its tendril arms and spraying ichor and torn pieces of the central mass in every direction, the excised remnants dissolving into inky sludge. They collapse to the ground, most of their strength spent and barely able to maintain their current form, the veils and rings of shadow around the corpse at its heart falling to the ground and beginning to dissolve. The Seer- or at least, what's left of her- tries to stand up from the ground, but her desiccated remains are already starting to crumble.
She thinks for a while. "I imagine there's some beautiful coasts near the Rippling Court... though, I don't have any particular preference at the moment. As long as you're by my side, it doesn't matter where."
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 always makes me really happy whenever someone mentions something I made, in this case the rippling court*