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.
“…hi?”
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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.
*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
*Oh, how fun! Could I interact with them as well, if that's okay with you? Also, how are you today, my good friend?*
The little shadow doesn't immediately notice the two, continuing to attempt her most difficult spell yet- She's attempting to cast Moonbeam, by the looks of it.
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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)
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.
“…hi?”
They look up and tilt their head "Hello? How can I help you?" They stand up and grab their gloves, tugging them over their hands.
*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.
*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
*Oh, how fun! Could I interact with them as well, if that's okay with you? Also, how are you today, my good friend?*
The little shadow doesn't immediately notice the two, continuing to attempt her most difficult spell yet- She's attempting to cast Moonbeam, by the looks of it.
*The doctor is apart of the kids*
The kids creep closer
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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.
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.
“…hi?”
They look up and tilt their head "Hello? How can I help you?" They stand up and grab their gloves, tugging them over their hands.
“No clue. I was just looking.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"Probably." he smiles a bit
They both nod, holding onto his coat. "See, they do wish to go." he says
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(Make a DEX save)
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
*hes gonna die*
Leo stays in the corner, still shaking.
"K-k-kids? t-t-there are no kids h-here."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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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.
“I bet it’s my fault. You’ve been around me so long that your beauty standards are astronomical.”
“Like a minute or so. Sorry. That was probably weird of me.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He is pushed back no more than a foot as the door slams shut again.
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
“…hi?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He sighs, knocking again
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Oh, how fun! Could I interact with them as well, if that's okay with you? Also, how are you today, my good friend?*
The little shadow doesn't immediately notice the two, continuing to attempt her most difficult spell yet- She's attempting to cast Moonbeam, by the looks of it.
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)
They look up and tilt their head "Hello? How can I help you?" They stand up and grab their gloves, tugging them over their hands.
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
*Probably not, that depends.*
She walks back over to them once she's done "Sit down sweetie, you're shaking." She says, sitting down on the couch.
"I hate ta say that ain't true. What'd ya have ta say doc?"
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.)
*The doctor is apart of the kids*
The kids creep closer
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Bishop doesn't answer again, the door staying shut.
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 looks over at the bird, smiling warmly. "Hello again!" She chirps in response.
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)
“…and then Peter Jackson took it and tried to make it an action trilogy…” He bemoans.
*wait, are they hiding behind Yod or the Doctor?*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Depends on?*
He doesnt move, still scared
The Doctor doesn't speak. The hulking robot speaks again. "N-n-no kids h-h-here."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Look, i didnt mean to offend you sir."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He smiles slightly, crossing his arms "Is that so? If you say so."
She frantically shakes her head "No, it's a compliment, especially from someone with such good eyesight."
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.)
“No clue. I was just looking.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"so..?"
*The Doctor*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.