*Goooooooood morning, my fellow story-weavers! Seeing as the Seer is dead, KK is on vacation, and Helianth is still on interstellar hiatus for a little while, I'm introducing a new character!*
Omori is continuing to carve at the large branch she found, slowly making it into her first attempt at a druid's staff.
Walking towards the Inn from Lord's Point is a new arrival. She has short, wavy auburn hair that she pauses every so often to move out of her tired grey eyes. She wears a grey-and-blue plaid shirt with a leather jacket that seems one size too large for her. Her jeans and steel-toed boots have faint bits of dirt on them, and an old shovel is slung over her shoulder as she slowly walks toward the building. Once she reaches the Inn, Mavis sets the shovel against the wall by the door, stepping down on the shovel head a bit to plant it in the earth, before walking inside.
Helios watches them from his seat, petting his rabbit named Toast.
Mavis notices him watching, and tiredly looks back over at him. "Sup?" She asks, her voice straining slightly as though she hadn't spoken for a long while before this.
"hello..." the tiefling mumbles, holding Toast close. "You look sleepy.."
"I am. Comes with working the night shift." She explains with a faint chuckle.
He holds out Toast. "Rabbits help with sleep...very cuddly."
"I'm not surprised- they are kinda cuddly." She responds, the faintest little half-smile appearing on her face. "Cute rabbit. What's its name?"
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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)
*No, you're fine, don't think you aren't. We're all good.*
(ok)
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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
*Goooooooood morning, my fellow story-weavers! Seeing as the Seer is dead, KK is on vacation, and Helianth is still on interstellar hiatus for a little while, I'm introducing a new character!*
Omori is continuing to carve at the large branch she found, slowly making it into her first attempt at a druid's staff.
Walking towards the Inn from Lord's Point is a new arrival. She has short, wavy auburn hair that she pauses every so often to move out of her tired grey eyes. She wears a grey-and-blue plaid shirt with a leather jacket that seems one size too large for her. Her jeans and steel-toed boots have faint bits of dirt on them, and an old shovel is slung over her shoulder as she slowly walks toward the building. Once she reaches the Inn, Mavis sets the shovel against the wall by the door, stepping down on the shovel head a bit to plant it in the earth, before walking inside.
Helios watches them from his seat, petting his rabbit named Toast.
Mavis notices him watching, and tiredly looks back over at him. "Sup?" She asks, her voice straining slightly as though she hadn't spoken for a long while before this.
"hello..." the tiefling mumbles, holding Toast close. "You look sleepy.."
"I am. Comes with working the night shift." She explains with a faint chuckle.
He holds out Toast. "Rabbits help with sleep...very cuddly."
"I'm not surprised- they are kinda cuddly." She responds, the faintest little half-smile appearing on her face. "Cute rabbit. What's its name?"
"Toast." he responds simply, smiling at their 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.
“But I have to! I c-can’t just leave you…” Mauric is now crying outright.
“Why’s that?”
Mauric and Sanviento flicker slightly "[Gp], we haven't got long. Damian, what happened." Damian takes a moment from crying to think "All I remember, is, before dying, everything got warm, not like usual where it gets cold instantly."
"I am the last of a culture that values silence, to listen rather than speak. The fact you like to hear me speak, it means a lot. More than you would likely know."
Mauric has no clue how to process this or anything that’s going on.
“Well… thanks. I’m just trying to be nice.”
Sanviento thinks about it "Mauric, you should say what you have to now, we don't have much longer." He says, trying to shake them back to consciousness.
"It is nice. Thank you." She continues to sharpen her spear.
“I… I just… I’ll really miss you, and I’ll try my best to help take care of your family… and I… I…” Mauric can’t get any more words out.
“So where’d you get that?” She runs a hand along the shaft of the weapon.
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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.
After a while Merabelle is simply watching, watching their daughter growing into the druid they always knew they would become. She leans against one of her palms, holding her up as she looks at the little timeline, remembering all the moments she was there to witness, wiping away a single tear of pride.
He smiles back at her "Better than I could have ever imagined." He gives her a kiss, looking to the waves as he sips on his drink, watching them crash against the shore "And you, my love?"
About twenty minutes of careful carving and adding decor and etching a few runes on the branching parts at its end, the staff is complete. She picks it up, the drudic scepter being slightly taller than she is, admiring her creation. "What do you think?" She asks, turning towards her mother.
She takes a small sip of hers, leaning a bit against him. "Took the words right out of my mouth." She responds. "This is already one of the happiest moments in my entire lives."
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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)
“But I have to! I c-can’t just leave you…” Mauric is now crying outright.
“Why’s that?”
Mauric and Sanviento flicker slightly "[Gp], we haven't got long. Damian, what happened." Damian takes a moment from crying to think "All I remember, is, before dying, everything got warm, not like usual where it gets cold instantly."
"I am the last of a culture that values silence, to listen rather than speak. The fact you like to hear me speak, it means a lot. More than you would likely know."
Mauric has no clue how to process this or anything that’s going on.
“Well… thanks. I’m just trying to be nice.”
Sanviento thinks about it "Mauric, you should say what you have to now, we don't have much longer." He says, trying to shake them back to consciousness.
"It is nice. Thank you." She continues to sharpen her spear.
“I… I just… I’ll really miss you, and I’ll try my best to help take care of your family… and I… I…” Mauric can’t get any more words out.
“So where’d you get that?” She runs a hand along the shaft of the weapon.
Damian wraps his arms around them, knowing he can't make contact but pretending that he can "I know that you will... if I don't come back, you're the best friend I've ever had Mauric."
She instinctively almost pulls it away, but lets them touch it, the shaft feeling like a snake's scales "I made it myself, from my sister's bones."
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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 cannibals were right I taste delicious*
*No, you're fine, don't think you aren't. We're all good.*
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'm not surprised- they are kinda cuddly." She responds, the faintest little half-smile appearing on her face. "Cute rabbit. What's its name?"
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)
(ok)
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
"Darius, nice to meet you." He holds out a hand to them.
She blushes a little bit, stepping closer to give them another long kiss "Thank you, honey. You're very handsome."
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.)
*hi jester remember the universe is a hologram reality is an illusion buy gold bye*
"Toast." he responds simply, smiling at their smile
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I'll try not to forget it, also hey Drizz.*
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.)
"Nice to meet you too," he says, shaking their hand with their calloused hand.
He sighs a bit, happy and relaxed. He sits up in bed with a bit of effort.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*hi jester I ate a man alive tonight*
*brb, gotta finish up my forensics lab from yesterday :/ *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
His own hand a little less calloused "All I came here to do, is thank you. I should be going, goodbye friend." He walks back.
She helps them up, sitting some pillows as to not mess up their back "I got you another gift."
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.)
*As one does, hashtag girl dinner.*
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.)
*Take your time, I have an essay to write.*
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… I just… I’ll really miss you, and I’ll try my best to help take care of your family… and I… I…” Mauric can’t get any more words out.
“So where’d you get that?” She runs a hand along the shaft of the weapon.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*sssh stress makes you chewy jester*
About twenty minutes of careful carving and adding decor and etching a few runes on the branching parts at its end, the staff is complete. She picks it up, the drudic scepter being slightly taller than she is, admiring her creation. "What do you think?" She asks, turning towards her mother.
She takes a small sip of hers, leaning a bit against him. "Took the words right out of my mouth." She responds. "This is already one of the happiest moments in my entire lives."
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)
Damian wraps his arms around them, knowing he can't make contact but pretending that he can "I know that you will... if I don't come back, you're the best friend I've ever had Mauric."
She instinctively almost pulls it away, but lets them touch it, the shaft feeling like a snake's scales "I made it myself, from my sister's bones."
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.)
*What if I create a fusion of Ghost and John Price and make it a wandering Paladin?*
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
*I'm starting to wonder if my thread is a bit too comprehensive.*