*(Evil villain laugh as I spin around in my giant steampunk tripod walker monstrosity)*
*Love you too.*
*whatcha up to, besides sending me photos of canned hot dog water?*
*My pigmen, the Suidat, need a religion. I'm working on that right now. I already wrote up a lot for them, as I stated earlier, but nowhere near enough to be really meaningful. I have like two or three pages at this point, but I'm not satisfied.*
*Anyway, I am making a pig cleric now, and he's tough as nails and inspired by Wild West circuit preachers. Suidat have no afterlife due to their god being in a constant state of dying, so their clerics often act as mediums and exorcists and are styled like something between your classic Southern Baptist and your classic rich Western Occultist. Holding seances, dressing up with skull makeup, summoning spirits, and so on.*
*Hey everybody, I'm back, does anybody wanna rp or something?*
*hi*
*Hey Salem, do you wanna rp?*
*I sure do. who you want?*
*Dont really got much of a preference. Do you?*
*No, but the wheel says you're gay.*
Lacai is in his warehouse
Zephyr is tending to his crop
Jack is brushing his hair
*Dang, nothing I can do.*
Dracula walks out of a shadow, a book and quill in hand.
Don has come to check on them, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck.
Mark walks into the Inn after training with his sword, glistening with sweat.
Inside is several items unsold
"Hey, baby. Wanna test some product?" he gestures to the kush
Jack follows them with their eyes, humming
He picks up some of items curiously, trying to see what might be peddled.
He looks down to the kush and smiles “You didn’t have to ask, babe. Let’s get high.”
He doesn’t notice them, his T shirt soaked as he sits down.
Lacai rushes up to them and bats one of the things out of Dracula's hand, panicking. Shortly after, it explodes. "That was the one thing you shouldn't have touched.."
He chuckles, picking several choice samples. "Let's get inside first."
He slinks over to behind Mark, resting his arms on their shoulders.
He raises an eyebrow “Hmm, explosives. I wonder… I apologize for causing that to happen, I shall keep myself from your things, I’ll just touch you instead.” He boops them on the nose.
He goes inside with them, cracking his shoulders before sitting on their couch.
He panics for a moment before seeing that it’s Jack and smiling happily at them, “H-hey.”
*My pigmen, the Suidat, need a religion. I'm working on that right now. I already wrote up a lot for them, as I stated earlier, but nowhere near enough to be really meaningful. I have like two or three pages at this point, but I'm not satisfied.*
*Anyway, I am making a pig cleric now, and he's tough as nails and inspired by Wild West circuit preachers. Suidat have no afterlife due to their god being in a constant state of dying, so their clerics often act as mediums and exorcists and are styled like something between your classic Southern Baptist and your classic rich Western Occultist. Holding seances, dressing up with skull makeup, summoning spirits, and so on.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hey everybody, I'm back, does anybody wanna rp or something?*
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.)
*Hey Salem, do you wanna rp?*
*Dont really got much of a preference. Do you?*
*[crawls out from under the floorboards, shrieking in eldritch tongues] Oh, hello again everyone!*
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)
*Yvonne, I have missed you, I apologize, my computer was blocked and then I was at dnd club.*
*Dang, nothing I can do.*
Dracula walks out of a shadow, a book and quill in hand.
Don has come to check on them, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck.
Mark walks into the Inn after training with his sword, glistening with sweat.
*It's perfectly fine, friend. Would you like to rp, whether that's with an old or new interaction?*
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)
*I would love to rp, though I don’t have the slightest bit of a preference of any sort. My apologies.*
*I know this dream of life is neverending… it goes on and on and on again…*
*I’m back, darlings! Good to see me, isn’t it?*
He picks up some of items curiously, trying to see what might be peddled.
He looks down to the kush and smiles “You didn’t have to ask, babe. Let’s get high.”
He doesn’t notice them, his T shirt soaked as he sits down.
He raises an eyebrow “Hmm, explosives. I wonder… I apologize for causing that to happen, I shall keep myself from your things, I’ll just touch you instead.” He boops them on the nose.
He goes inside with them, cracking his shoulders before sitting on their couch.
He panics for a moment before seeing that it’s Jack and smiling happily at them, “H-hey.”
*No need for apologies- it's all good. I'll start with a character or two.*
KK is back at the warehouse studio, making design sketches for her newest, most horrifying creation yet.
Omori is wandering through the forest, collecting pebbles and small bones.
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)