*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
She looks over at the bird, smiling warmly. "Hello again!" She chirps in response.
It nods to her and flies to her staff, perching on it
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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.
*I would love to! Would you want to continue with HC and Sarah, or another combination of characters?*
She apologizes as well, before noticing the petrification around the sleeve of their jacket. "What the...?" She mutters, trailing off as she looks at the pieces of stone.
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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.
“No clue. I was just looking.”
"Ah, well, you are welcome to look around. Don't touch anything though."
*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
*Ah, got it. :)*
Upon hearing their footsteps, she turns to face them. "Oh, hi there." She says, a toothy grin on her face.
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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)
*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.
*I would love to! Would you want to continue with HC and Sarah, or another combination of characters?*
She apologizes as well, before noticing the petrification around the sleeve of their jacket. "What the...?" She mutters, trailing off as she looks at the pieces of stone.
*We could do both if you would want to, I don't have a preference, or at least much of one.*
He looks back as he walks away, looking down to his hands before saying "Sorry about that, my fault. Effect of my time in the Feywild, my touch turns things to stone."
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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.'
*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
*Ah, got it. :)*
Upon hearing their footsteps, she turns to face them. "Oh, hi there." She says, a toothy grin on her face.
The kids tilt their heads, circling her before sitting in front of her
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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.”
"Ah, well, you are welcome to look around. Don't touch anything though."
“Okay.” He steps inside.
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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!*
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.
*I would love to! Would you want to continue with HC and Sarah, or another combination of characters?*
She apologizes as well, before noticing the petrification around the sleeve of their jacket. "What the...?" She mutters, trailing off as she looks at the pieces of stone.
*We could do both if you would want to, I don't have a preference, or at least much of one.*
He looks back as he walks away, looking down to his hands before saying "Sorry about that, my fault. Effect of my time in the Feywild, my touch turns things to stone."
*I'd love to do both! I'll type up the prompt now. On another note, how are you today?*
She seems more curious than anything. "Oh, no, it's all good- I have other jackets." She starts with a chuckle. "The Feywild, you say? Interesting. I was actually reading about that." She adds, gesturing to the book.
It nods to her and flies to her staff, perching on it
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
*I would love to! Would you want to continue with HC and Sarah, or another combination of characters?*
She apologizes as well, before noticing the petrification around the sleeve of their jacket. "What the...?" She mutters, trailing off as she looks at the pieces of stone.
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)
*Eh, you'll have to see.*
She takes out a dull knife, beginning to sharpen it. Make a perception check if you would.
She puts a clawed finger to the doctor's neck, tapping their throat softly with it "Hmm, okay. Then let me out."
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.)
"More so you stepped foot into my home, forbid me in the moment from shutting the door." He said from behind the door
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
"Ah, well, you are welcome to look around. Don't touch anything though."
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
*Ah, got it. :)*
Upon hearing their footsteps, she turns to face them. "Oh, hi there." She says, a toothy grin on her face.
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)
“Eh. Depends on which way you swing.”
“Oh. Well it’s true.”
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Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*ruh roh*
He eyes the knife. 19
The Doctor sighs. "1005. Lead her out."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*We could do both if you would want to, I don't have a preference, or at least much of one.*
He looks back as he walks away, looking down to his hands before saying "Sorry about that, my fault. Effect of my time in the Feywild, my touch turns things to stone."
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 just have never seen someone like you."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"And I told you I am not specimens to be studied."
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 kids tilt their heads, circling her before sitting in front of her
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I don't think it matters if no one's interested in me." He says with a sick laugh.
She smiles softly again, pulling down her mask "It means a lot, thank 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.)
“It’s just a shame is all.”
*oh I’m an idiot. I thought they were hiding behind Yod.*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He sighs. "Good day to you then." he then leaves
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He can barely make out that his initials are carved into the knife, as well as Ana's.
She lets go of them, smiling at them as she begins to walk.
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.)
"Ah, gotcha*
*All good*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Okay.” He steps inside.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*I'd love to do both! I'll type up the prompt now. On another note, how are you today?*
She seems more curious than anything. "Oh, no, it's all good- I have other jackets." She starts with a chuckle. "The Feywild, you say? Interesting. I was actually reading about that." She adds, gesturing to the book.
*edit: whoops I forgot the 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)
“Ah, you just gotta keep looking, keep trying, and keep being yourself.”
“No problem.”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.