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."
She gingerly takes the staff from them, holding it and looking at it closely, running a finger along it before handing it back to them "I think it is perfect, darlin'. It's got all of yer heart put into it, and that's all it could ever ask fer."
"I would have to say that I share the sentiment. I thought I would live without knowing how to love someone, until I met you." He says, smiling as he wraps one of his arms gently around them.
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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.'
*What if I create a fusion of Ghost and John Price and make it a wandering Paladin?*
(hi wendo)
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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
A former slave, who worked in the mines, ran away from his slavers and joined the army. Unfortunately, he was killed in action. He rose as a zombie by a necromancer. He is no longer the man he was and goes by the name 'Hope'. He is a paladin of Conquest and always will get a job done even if it means others die along the way. He wears a skeletal mask over his former face as a symbol of his determination, even through death, to survive.*
A former slave, who worked in the mines, ran away from his slavers and joined the army. Unfortunately, he was killed in action. He rose as a zombie by a necromancer. He is no longer the man he was and goes by the name 'Hope'. He is a paladin of Conquest and always will get a job done even if it means others die along the way. He wears a skeletal mask over his former face as a symbol of his determination, even through death, to survive.*
(I like the idea)
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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
A former slave, who worked in the mines, ran away from his slavers and joined the army. Unfortunately, he was killed in action. He rose as a zombie by a necromancer. He is no longer the man he was and goes by the name 'Hope'. He is a paladin of Conquest and always will get a job done even if it means others die along the way. He wears a skeletal mask over his former face as a symbol of his determination, even through death, to survive.*
*Ironically I'm working on a thread that involves the undead Wendigo*
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."
She gingerly takes the staff from them, holding it and looking at it closely, running a finger along it before handing it back to them "I think it is perfect, darlin'. It's got all of yer heart put into it, and that's all it could ever ask fer."
"I would have to say that I share the sentiment. I thought I would live without knowing how to love someone, until I met you." He says, smiling as he wraps one of his arms gently around them.
"Thanks. I tried my best." She responds, visibly beaming with pride as she takes the staff back, focusing their magic through it for a moment. A small gleaming bit of starlight manifests between all the branches- flickering and fading at times, but still there.
"Until I met you, I thought I wouldn't have anyone that loved me. Friendships, sure, but I... I assumed most would be scared." She says, before looking back at him and kissing him for a second. "I'm glad I was proven wrong."
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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
"Thanks. I tried my best." She responds, visibly beaming with pride as she takes the staff back, focusing their magic through it for a moment. A small gleaming bit of starlight manifests between all the branches- flickering and fading at times, but still there.
"Until I met you, I thought I wouldn't have anyone that loved me. Friendships, sure, but I... I assumed most would be scared." She says, before looking back at him and kissing him for a second. "I'm glad I was proven wrong."
"You have made it so far as a druid in so little time. How about ya attune yerself ta that staff o' yers, make sure nothin' bad can happen ta it?" She asks, watching the starlight flicker with every moment.
He takes the kiss, melting into it with his own passionate love for them "Sometimes, I suppose someone is destined to find another, and I'm happy that the person I found was you." He looks back to the ocean before standing up "I'm going to go for a swim, care to join me?"
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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.'
A former slave, who worked in the mines, ran away from his slavers and joined the army. Unfortunately, he was killed in action. He rose as a zombie by a necromancer. He is no longer the man he was and goes by the name 'Hope'. He is a paladin of Conquest and always will get a job done even if it means others die along the way. He wears a skeletal mask over his former face as a symbol of his determination, even through death, to survive.*
*i like it a lot*
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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.
“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."
“You too…”
“…oh. I’m sorry…” She draws her hand back.
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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.
*So he's basically a Death Knight, but a good guy, he kinda reminds me of Skull Knight from Berserk honestly. Either way, hey Wendi.*
*yep, pretty much but lawful neutral aligned.*
*I mean, that's a cool idea for a character. Wanna rp by chance?*
*I can rp in one hour, hopefully everyone will be on.*
*pretty sure i will*
(I should be as well?)
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She gingerly takes the staff from them, holding it and looking at it closely, running a finger along it before handing it back to them "I think it is perfect, darlin'. It's got all of yer heart put into it, and that's all it could ever ask fer."
"I would have to say that I share the sentiment. I thought I would live without knowing how to love someone, until I met you." He says, smiling as he wraps one of his arms gently around 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.)
(hi wendo)
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
*Here is my idea.
A former slave, who worked in the mines, ran away from his slavers and joined the army. Unfortunately, he was killed in action. He rose as a zombie by a necromancer. He is no longer the man he was and goes by the name 'Hope'. He is a paladin of Conquest and always will get a job done even if it means others die along the way. He wears a skeletal mask over his former face as a symbol of his determination, even through death, to survive.*
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 like the idea)
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
*Ironically I'm working on a thread that involves the undead Wendigo*
*So he's basically a Death Knight, but a good guy, he kinda reminds me of Skull Knight from Berserk honestly. Either way, hey Wendi.*
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.)
"Thanks. I tried my best." She responds, visibly beaming with pride as she takes the staff back, focusing their magic through it for a moment. A small gleaming bit of starlight manifests between all the branches- flickering and fading at times, but still there.
"Until I met you, I thought I wouldn't have anyone that loved me. Friendships, sure, but I... I assumed most would be scared." She says, before looking back at him and kissing him for a second. "I'm glad I was proven wrong."
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)
*yep, pretty much but lawful neutral aligned.*
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
"See ya mate." he says, waving
"Y-you didnt have to do that." he says
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I hope you have fun with your character wendigo*
(Yvonne, wendo, either of you up to rp?_
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
"You have made it so far as a druid in so little time. How about ya attune yerself ta that staff o' yers, make sure nothin' bad can happen ta it?" She asks, watching the starlight flicker with every moment.
He takes the kiss, melting into it with his own passionate love for them "Sometimes, I suppose someone is destined to find another, and I'm happy that the person I found was you." He looks back to the ocean before standing up "I'm going to go for a swim, care to join me?"
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.)
(Good place to end?)
"Of course I don't, but I-" She stops herself from saying something, changing it "I don't want anything to happen to you."
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 mean, that's a cool idea for a character. Wanna rp by chance?*
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 can rp in one hour, hopefully everyone will be on.*
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 like it a lot*
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 might be on then, not sure, if I am, see you then.*
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.)
*pretty sure i will*
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 too…”
“…oh. I’m sorry…” She draws her hand back.
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 should be as well?)
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