*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…”
She shrugs. "No problem."
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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…”
*I can imagine my body, thrown from a height, splayed out of the ground with limbs in different positions. I look to him and ask "Was it worth it?" and he mutters back...
"I don't know if these woods have a name. This place is called Lord's Point I think though..."
“Lord’s point… never heard of it… ‘course, I was never allowed to read many books about other places…”
"How'd you get out here then?"
“Well, my boyfriend came to my island on a boat, and so I took the boat and sailed away as fast as I could! Then there was… a waterfall… and I woke up here a day ago.”
*I feel the same way.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*its a warm, bubbly, giddy feeling*
*I absolutely feel the same way- it really makes the entire thing feel more cohesive and, for lack of better words, 'real'!*
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)
*I know, right?*
*and if they do plan on visiting the Rippling court, I’m here if you need anything. I think it might be just about time for the trial.*
*weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeee*
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
She shrugs. "No problem."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*why the space?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*It's Man devouring Man, my dear,*
*And who are we to deny it in here!?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*may i have a volunteer from the crowd?*
*it seems that there is only one*
*no need for stage fright here, they’ll love you, my dear!*
*the show has just begun!*
*your face was made for the spotlight!*
*your flesh was meant to be undone… *
“So… uh,… where am I?”
*hm. but are you the devourer or the meal?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I am at least the first. Most likely both, really.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*cut*
"I don't know if these woods have a name. This place is called Lord's Point I think though..."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Lord’s point… never heard of it… ‘course, I was never allowed to read many books about other places…”
*I can imagine my body, thrown from a height, splayed out of the ground with limbs in different positions. I look to him and ask "Was it worth it?" and he mutters back...
"No."*
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
Yod is taking a walk through the peaceable wilds.
Eito walks up behind him, curious.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"How'd you get out here then?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"You're good at that."
"I simply wished to see what your hands had wrought with the earth." They answer.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Well, my boyfriend came to my island on a boat, and so I took the boat and sailed away as fast as I could! Then there was… a waterfall… and I woke up here a day ago.”
Yod moves to quickly stabilize him, preventing him from falling.
*wait they're in a demiplane?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.