In the quiet embrace of night, a whimsically transformed carriage has materialized, seemingly from the realm of dreams. It stands as a charming mobile abode, drawn by a magnificent shire horse whose powerful frame looms large, contentedly nibbling from a burlap feed sack that dangles by its neck. The door of the carriage swings open, releasing a gentle plume of fragrant cannabis smoke that mingles enticingly with the savory aroma of bacon sizzling somewhere within.
The carriage itself is a vibrant spectacle, adorned in a tapestry of sunlit yellow, deep rose, and fresh grass green, each hue bursting with life. Painted depictions of joyous figures seem to dance along the exterior, their limbs outstretched in ecstatic praise of a colossal, unblinking eye that gazes down from the heavens.
From inside, the rich notes of an old tune emerge, the sound crackling faintly from a vintage gramophone, adding a nostalgic charm to the scene. The combination of lively sights and savory scents creates an enchanting atmosphere, inviting passersby to pause and step into this whimsical world.
Rio, having nothing better to do, decides to look into this strange occurrence.
There is a coughing from inside then followed by humming along to the music.
He pokes his head through the open door.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Gooooooood morning, my lovely fellow creators of marvelous fiction!*
Omori is continuing to practice magic using her new druid's staff, which is helping her focus her magic somewhat.
Mavis is at the library at Lord's Point, looking through a book about the Feywild and Shadowfell.
She hears a chirp behind her
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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
*Gooooooood morning, my lovely fellow creators of marvelous fiction!*
Mavis is at the library at Lord's Point, looking through a book about the Feywild and Shadowfell.
*Good morning my favorite Yvonne, would you like to rp on Smorg too?*
Darius walks into the library, bumping into them by accident. He apologizes, but they would notice where they were bumped, their clothes is now stone, not a lot, but still there.
In the quiet embrace of night, a whimsically transformed carriage has materialized, seemingly from the realm of dreams. It stands as a charming mobile abode, drawn by a magnificent shire horse whose powerful frame looms large, contentedly nibbling from a burlap feed sack that dangles by its neck. The door of the carriage swings open, releasing a gentle plume of fragrant cannabis smoke that mingles enticingly with the savory aroma of bacon sizzling somewhere within.
The carriage itself is a vibrant spectacle, adorned in a tapestry of sunlit yellow, deep rose, and fresh grass green, each hue bursting with life. Painted depictions of joyous figures seem to dance along the exterior, their limbs outstretched in ecstatic praise of a colossal, unblinking eye that gazes down from the heavens.
From inside, the rich notes of an old tune emerge, the sound crackling faintly from a vintage gramophone, adding a nostalgic charm to the scene. The combination of lively sights and savory scents creates an enchanting atmosphere, inviting passersby to pause and step into this whimsical world.
Rio, having nothing better to do, decides to look into this strange occurrence.
There is a coughing from inside then followed by humming along to the music.
He pokes his head through the open door.
A figure sits on a pillow before a coffee table, a hookah sitting on the table. He has the head of a horse's skull and wears thick leather clothing that resembles a priest's outfit.
She walks until they are centimeters apart "Please be honest with me."
She crushes them, squeezing tightly "Don't ya try nothin'. Those kids don't like ya."
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.)
Thirteen rummages through his satchel and tosses Theren a copy of The Hobbit.
Yod calmly sets an arrow along the bowstring. “Any halfway decent person should try to protect kids.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Leo's breathing is shaky. "I-i-i was just cleaning dearest..." he murmurs.
"And I don't like you.." he chokes out. There is the sound of something big in the hallway with metallic legs, slowly approaching the room.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren catches it. "Thanks."
"And i do. I look after them and care for them." he says calmly, hands on the kids shoulders.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Excuse me but you are now trespassing on my property." he said and there is the sound of a revolver's hammer being clicked back.
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
“Been looking for anyone new?”
“I could tell.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He presses his forehead to the barrel. "Pull it then." he says, laughing.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He pokes his head through the open door.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
She looks sad at that, giving them a soft hug, leaning against them "If you say so." She whispers in their ear.
She doesn't let go of them "Oh don't ya try ta get any help, I don't wanna kill ya, but I sure as [gp] will."
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.)
*Gooooooood morning, my lovely fellow creators of marvelous fiction!*
Omori is continuing to practice magic using her new druid's staff, which is helping her focus her magic somewhat.
Mavis is at the library at Lord's Point, looking through a book about the Feywild and Shadowfell.
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, but you know how good I am at that by now."
She blinks a bit "How long were you watching?"
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 is shaking violently, terrified out of his wits
The door creaks open, showing a huge robot with a skull for a head. "R-r-r-release the Doctor." it says, glitching
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He pulls the trigger, not seeming to even hesitate.
(Take: 20. The Doctor cannot heal until Remove Curse is casted.)
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
“No problem. It’s a cozy, if simple story, and very engaging. Probably nothing compared to your adventures though.”
“Well there’s a simple way to do this then.” He turns to the children. “Be honest. Do you want to go with this man?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Good morning! I have created a mad doctor.*
Two children, one with a deer mask and the other with a rabbit mask, watch her from afar
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She hears a chirp behind her
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
*Good morning my favorite Yvonne, would you like to rp on Smorg too?*
Darius walks into the library, bumping into them by accident. He apologizes, but they would notice where they were bumped, their clothes is now stone, not a lot, but still there.
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.)
A figure sits on a pillow before a coffee table, a hookah sitting on the table. He has the head of a horse's skull and wears thick leather clothing that resembles a priest's outfit.
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
The bullet doesn't even pierce the mask. The bullet falling to the floor with a clatter.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She pulls back from them, calling out the rest of the bugs, before telling them to go. She begins washing the dishes silently.
"I certainly will once the good doctor lets those kids go." She say, standing up, still holding 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.)