Leo looks like a monster, bathed in the flames of his father's gift. Bodies burnt to a crisp and scorching. He roars in anger and rage, lumbering away through the woods.
*Oh god oh god.*
Mahito looks terrified, collapsing his Domain, and starts to run away.
She, for a moment is just stunned, but she just puts her crossbow on her back and chases after them. She doesn't care about what the flames may do, she's just worried about Leo.
(Yep, Mahito has once again met his Yuji.)
Merabelle picks up some rocks, chasing after him, though as more of a leisurely pace, blood covering her hands and face, looking to break their legs. Rain begins to drip all around them. To hit:2129 Damage:1612
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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.'
Leo looks like a monster, bathed in the flames of his father's gift. Bodies burnt to a crisp and scorching. He roars in anger and rage, lumbering away through the woods.
*Oh god oh god.*
Mahito looks terrified, collapsing his Domain, and starts to run away.
She, for a moment is just stunned, but she just puts her crossbow on her back and chases after them. She doesn't care about what the flames may do, she's just worried about Leo.
(Yep, Mahito has once again met his Yuji.)
Merabelle picks up some rocks, chasing after him, though as more of a leisurely pace, blood covering her hands and face, looking to break their legs. Rain begins to drip all around them. To hit:1228 Damage:1915
Hes in a small town now, guards try to stop him but end up meeting an early grave. Flames wash over the town, Leo roaring in anger.
One slam through his leg. Mahito stumbles, his broken leg regenerating. He vomits out a small soul, throwing it at her as it explodes into a wall.
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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.
Mavis is at the graveyard, just chilling, faintly humming a song as she walks.
Something is stalking her, moving in and out from behind the grave.
She notices, clutching her shovel in case she needs to fight as she tries to get a better look at the thing.
Walking down the narrow path is a man with long black robes, seemingly stitched together. He is well-built and has long, flowing white hair. He has stitches across his nose and cheek. Blood splatter is all over his clothes. He hums giddily to himself.
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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.
Hes in a small town now, guards try to stop him but end up meeting an early grave. Flames wash over the town, Leo roaring in anger.
One slam through his leg. Mahito stumbles, his broken leg regenerating. He vomits out a small soul, throwing it at her as it explodes into a wall.
She tries to shout to Leo, tears rolling down the sides of her face and her voice cracking as she attempts to touch them, only resulting in being burned.
She ignores it, casting Magnify Gravity (Strength save, DC 19) to slow them even more, swinging once more down at them, her eyes cold. To hit:16 Damage:712 Smite damage:13
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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 little shadow nods in response, readying herself for whatever method of transportation going back to headquarters entails. 'I bet it's some kind of teleportation,' she thinks to herself.
Suddenly, reality above them shatters as if it were glass, and some kind of purple monster with no face and a stony carapace grabs the both of them, taking them through the starry void and dropping them off the futuristic facility. Top doesn’t seem too bothered by the method.
Omori is in stunned silence for a while, processing everything that happened in that five or so seconds, before looking around at the facility with curiosity and caution.
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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)
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ Admin of The Academy/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Hes in a small town now, guards try to stop him but end up meeting an early grave. Flames wash over the town, Leo roaring in anger.
One slam through his leg. Mahito stumbles, his broken leg regenerating. He vomits out a small soul, throwing it at her as it explodes into a wall.
She tries to shout to Leo, tears rolling down the sides of her face and her voice cracking as she attempts to touch them, only resulting in being burned.
She ignores it, casting Magnify Gravity (Strength save, DC 19) to slow them even more, swinging once more down at them, her eyes cold. To hit:30 Damage:1010 Smite damage:14
*leo crashing out is a very new thing btw*
Leo roars, lashing out at her. Flames fly past her.
STR: 11 Mahito struggles against the blow. "Soul manipulation..." he wheezes, making a ranged attack, trying to keep her away
Attack: 17 Damage: 32
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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.
Mavis is at the graveyard, just chilling, faintly humming a song as she walks.
Something is stalking her, moving in and out from behind the grave.
She notices, clutching her shovel in case she needs to fight as she tries to get a better look at the thing.
Walking down the narrow path is a man with long black robes, seemingly stitched together. He is well-built and has long, flowing white hair. He has stitches across his nose and cheek. Blood splatter is all over his clothes. He hums giddily to himself.
"Hello?" She hesitantly calls out, still keeping her shovel close in case he turns out to be hostile.
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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)
Mavis is at the graveyard, just chilling, faintly humming a song as she walks.
Something is stalking her, moving in and out from behind the grave.
She notices, clutching her shovel in case she needs to fight as she tries to get a better look at the thing.
Walking down the narrow path is a man with long black robes, seemingly stitched together. He is well-built and has long, flowing white hair. He has stitches across his nose and cheek. Blood splatter is all over his clothes. He hums giddily to himself.
"Hello?" She hesitantly calls out, still keeping her shovel close in case he turns out to be hostile.
He laughs some more, still walking towards 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.
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ Admin of The Academy/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
The little shadow nods in response, readying herself for whatever method of transportation going back to headquarters entails. 'I bet it's some kind of teleportation,' she thinks to herself.
Suddenly, reality above them shatters as if it were glass, and some kind of purple monster with no face and a stony carapace grabs the both of them, taking them through the starry void and dropping them off the futuristic facility. Top doesn’t seem too bothered by the method.
Omori is in stunned silence for a while, processing everything that happened in that five or so seconds, before looking around at the facility with curiosity and caution.
Top smiles at them as much as a bird can "Enjoy the trip?" He begins walking, expecting them to follow after them. Nothing in the facility seems to be labeled, but Top knows where everything is.
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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 little shadow nods in response, readying herself for whatever method of transportation going back to headquarters entails. 'I bet it's some kind of teleportation,' she thinks to herself.
Suddenly, reality above them shatters as if it were glass, and some kind of purple monster with no face and a stony carapace grabs the both of them, taking them through the starry void and dropping them off the futuristic facility. Top doesn’t seem too bothered by the method.
Omori is in stunned silence for a while, processing everything that happened in that five or so seconds, before looking around at the facility with curiosity and caution.
Top smiles at them as much as a bird can "Enjoy the trip?" He begins walking, expecting them to follow after them. Nothing in the facility seems to be labeled, but Top knows where everything is.
"What... what was that?" She asks, following him and continually getting distracted by the myriad futuristic things in the facility.
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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)
Thorne is down in the prison below the Lord's Yard, escorting a new criminal into a cell. He notes something down in his book, before grabbing a case file and placing those notes into the folder and setting it aside. He rubs his eyes, somehow tired from just this alone.
Ashi is kick-boxing a wooden dummy, landing hits that nearly splinter the wood. She is fast, faster than a bolt of lightning as she delivers hit after hit to the wood.
Sable lies in bed curled up in the blankets on the king-sized mattress. He has the shakes, his entire body violently shivering due to his lack of food but he still refuses to eat he can't die from it, only suffer.
Thorne is down in the prison below the Lord's Yard, escorting a new criminal into a cell. He notes something down in his book, before grabbing a case file and placing those notes into the folder and setting it aside. He rubs his eyes, somehow tired from just this alone.
Ashi is kick-boxing a wooden dummy, landing hits that nearly splinter the wood. She is fast, faster than a bolt of lightning as she delivers hit after hit to the wood.
Sable lies in bed curled up in the blankets on the king-sized mattress. He has the shakes, his entire body violently shivering due to his lack of food but he still refuses to eat he can't die from it, only suffer.
there is a knock at sable's door, slow and soft
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ Admin of The Academy/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
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*Cut for Theren*
Mavis is at the graveyard, just chilling, faintly humming a song as she walks.
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)
Something is stalking her, moving in and out from behind the grave.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(Hi Yvonne)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Oh, my weary soul
We've met your kind before
Set fire to us all
And oh sweet Providence
Come save us from ourselves
From Hell and consequence
She, for a moment is just stunned, but she just puts her crossbow on her back and chases after them. She doesn't care about what the flames may do, she's just worried about Leo.
(Yep, Mahito has once again met his Yuji.)
Merabelle picks up some rocks, chasing after him, though as more of a leisurely pace, blood covering her hands and face, looking to break their legs. Rain begins to drip all around them. To hit:21 29 Damage:16 12
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 would love to do either, whether we begin anew or continue where we left off is up 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.)
Hes in a small town now, guards try to stop him but end up meeting an early grave. Flames wash over the town, Leo roaring in anger.
One slam through his leg. Mahito stumbles, his broken leg regenerating. He vomits out a small soul, throwing it at her as it explodes into a wall.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She notices, clutching her shovel in case she needs to fight as she tries to get a better look at the thing.
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)
Walking down the narrow path is a man with long black robes, seemingly stitched together. He is well-built and has long, flowing white hair. He has stitches across his nose and cheek. Blood splatter is all over his clothes. He hums giddily to himself.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She tries to shout to Leo, tears rolling down the sides of her face and her voice cracking as she attempts to touch them, only resulting in being burned.
She ignores it, casting Magnify Gravity (Strength save, DC 19) to slow them even more, swinging once more down at them, her eyes cold. To hit:16 Damage:7 12 Smite damage:13
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.)
Omori is in stunned silence for a while, processing everything that happened in that five or so seconds, before looking around at the facility with curiosity and caution.
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)
(anyone want to rp)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Oh, my weary soul
We've met your kind before
Set fire to us all
And oh sweet Providence
Come save us from ourselves
From Hell and consequence
*I'm down*
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ Admin of The Academy/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
*leo crashing out is a very new thing btw*
Leo roars, lashing out at her. Flames fly past her.
STR: 11 Mahito struggles against the blow. "Soul manipulation..." he wheezes, making a ranged attack, trying to keep her away
Attack: 17 Damage: 32
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Hello?" She hesitantly calls out, still keeping her shovel close in case he turns out to be hostile.
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)
He laughs some more, still walking towards her
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ Admin of The Academy/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
Top smiles at them as much as a bird can "Enjoy the trip?" He begins walking, expecting them to follow after them. Nothing in the facility seems to be labeled, but Top knows where everything is.
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... what was that?" She asks, following him and continually getting distracted by the myriad futuristic things in the facility.
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)
*Characters because I'm feeling a little better.*
Thorne is down in the prison below the Lord's Yard, escorting a new criminal into a cell. He notes something down in his book, before grabbing a case file and placing those notes into the folder and setting it aside. He rubs his eyes, somehow tired from just this alone.
Ashi is kick-boxing a wooden dummy, landing hits that nearly splinter the wood. She is fast, faster than a bolt of lightning as she delivers hit after hit to the wood.
Sable lies in bed curled up in the blankets on the king-sized mattress. He has the shakes, his entire body violently shivering due to his lack of food but he still refuses to eat he can't die from it, only suffer.
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
there is a knock at sable's door, slow and soft
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ Admin of The Academy/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life