"O- okay..." She manages to say through all the tears, absolutely terrified of what that last lingering piece of her monstrous creator could become- something she hopes will never become a reality.
She takes the shield and Gunlance if they are offered, gauging its balance and weight while holding it in one hand. "I didn't think I'd ever try monster hunting before. Thank you." She says, a small smile on her face as she slings the lance over her shoulder..
*Thanks.*
She continues to try and comfort them as they walk, knowing the fear of having something inside of you that could ruin your life, and the lives of others, her endless hunger ringing in the back of her mind.
He stands back up, cracking his back and neck "I don't have a particular weapon I use, so I can be whatever you need. Be it a partner or something." He says with a big smile on his face, "When do you want to go on a hunt?"
After a while, Omori wipes away their inky tears, still absolutely terrified about what's going on, but slightly more confident that they'll find a way to stop it. "...Thank you." She says. "I love you, mom. I'm sure we'll fix this."
"Whenever works best for a hunt, I suppose." She responds, a sort of half-grin on her face as she figures out how to load the explosive ammunition into the Gunlance.
"Love you too dear, we will find a way, we were able to defeat the Seer together, we can save you together." She puts them down in the cave, giving them a kiss on the forehead.
He helps them for as much as they need it before taking a deep breath, looking around, "Ah." He leans down, sniffing the dirt before coming back up, "How about now?" He asks, picking up his Charge Axe. Something rustles in the bushes nearby.
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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.'
*Hello, my dear fellow observer of lunar phenomena! How doth thee fare?*
(I am great. how about you?)
*I'm doing great as well. Good to hear you're doing good! :D*
(would ask if you'd want to rp but I gtg in 10 mins)
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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
"O- okay..." She manages to say through all the tears, absolutely terrified of what that last lingering piece of her monstrous creator could become- something she hopes will never become a reality.
She takes the shield and Gunlance if they are offered, gauging its balance and weight while holding it in one hand. "I didn't think I'd ever try monster hunting before. Thank you." She says, a small smile on her face as she slings the lance over her shoulder..
*Thanks.*
She continues to try and comfort them as they walk, knowing the fear of having something inside of you that could ruin your life, and the lives of others, her endless hunger ringing in the back of her mind.
He stands back up, cracking his back and neck "I don't have a particular weapon I use, so I can be whatever you need. Be it a partner or something." He says with a big smile on his face, "When do you want to go on a hunt?"
After a while, Omori wipes away their inky tears, still absolutely terrified about what's going on, but slightly more confident that they'll find a way to stop it. "...Thank you." She says. "I love you, mom. I'm sure we'll fix this."
"Whenever works best for a hunt, I suppose." She responds, a sort of half-grin on her face as she figures out how to load the explosive ammunition into the Gunlance.
"Love you too dear, we will find a way, we were able to defeat the Seer together, we can save you together." She puts them down in the cave, giving them a kiss on the forehead.
He helps them for as much as they need it before taking a deep breath, looking around, "Ah." He leans down, sniffing the dirt before coming back up, "How about now?" He asks, picking up his Charge Axe. Something rustles in the bushes nearby.
She sits down leaning against the cavern wall. Amber flies into the cave and lands on her lap, whereupon Omori starts gently petting the large raven. "We'll find a way..." She trails off, trying not to think of the otherworldly presence inhabiting her soul anymore for today.
She looks over to the bushes, holding her shield just a bit closer as she points the lance towards the shrub. "Okay, sure." She says, seeming unusually calm in spite of the prospect of something leaping out of the undergrowth at them.
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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)
She sits down leaning against the cavern wall. Amber flies into the cave and lands on her lap, whereupon Omori starts gently petting the large raven. "We'll find a way..." She trails off, trying not to think of the otherworldly presence inhabiting her soul anymore for today.
She looks over to the bushes, holding her shield just a bit closer as she points the lance towards the shrub. "Okay, sure." She says, seeming unusually calm in spite of the prospect of something leaping out of the undergrowth at them.
Merabelle sits down next to her painting tools and canvas, preparing to paint something, muttering to herself as she draws what appears to be a magic circle on the canvas, channeling power into it. Suddenly, the whole cave changes, becoming that starry sky they've both seen before, Merabelle looking around as she takes her own starry form.
What appears to be a large reptilian bird holding a decently large stone jumps out of the shrubbery and attempts to bludgeon Thorfinn. He dodges out of the way, and prepares to counter attack. Init:23 Bird init:21
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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.'
She sits down leaning against the cavern wall. Amber flies into the cave and lands on her lap, whereupon Omori starts gently petting the large raven. "We'll find a way..." She trails off, trying not to think of the otherworldly presence inhabiting her soul anymore for today.
She looks over to the bushes, holding her shield just a bit closer as she points the lance towards the shrub. "Okay, sure." She says, seeming unusually calm in spite of the prospect of something leaping out of the undergrowth at them.
Merabelle sits down next to her painting tools and canvas, preparing to paint something, muttering to herself as she draws what appears to be a magic circle on the canvas, channeling power into it. Suddenly, the whole cave changes, becoming that starry sky they've both seen before, Merabelle looking around as she takes her own starry form.
What appears to be a large reptilian bird holding a decently large stone jumps out of the shrubbery and attempts to bludgeon Thorfinn. He dodges out of the way, and prepares to counter attack. Init:23 Bird init:21
She looks around at the illusory stars, a small smile on her face as she assumes her own Starry Form- though, it seems unstable. The constellations have slight difficulty staying in their configurations, the little motes of starlight flickering as her magical energy is slowly being eaten away. She doesn't seem to notice, though.
She jumps back in surprise, before regaining her composure and preparing to fight. Mavis' Initiative: 2
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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)
She sits down leaning against the cavern wall. Amber flies into the cave and lands on her lap, whereupon Omori starts gently petting the large raven. "We'll find a way..." She trails off, trying not to think of the otherworldly presence inhabiting her soul anymore for today.
She looks over to the bushes, holding her shield just a bit closer as she points the lance towards the shrub. "Okay, sure." She says, seeming unusually calm in spite of the prospect of something leaping out of the undergrowth at them.
Merabelle sits down next to her painting tools and canvas, preparing to paint something, muttering to herself as she draws what appears to be a magic circle on the canvas, channeling power into it. Suddenly, the whole cave changes, becoming that starry sky they've both seen before, Merabelle looking around as she takes her own starry form.
What appears to be a large reptilian bird holding a decently large stone jumps out of the shrubbery and attempts to bludgeon Thorfinn. He dodges out of the way, and prepares to counter attack. Init:23 Bird init:21
She looks around at the illusory stars, a small smile on her face as she assumes her own Starry Form- though, it seems unstable. The constellations have slight difficulty staying in their configurations, the little motes of starlight flickering as her magical energy is slowly being eaten away. She doesn't seem to notice, though.
She jumps back in surprise, before regaining her composure and preparing to fight. Mavis' Initiative: 2
She takes one of their hands, supplying them with enough power to make the darkness in their soul weaken, bringing the constellations a little bit more radiance as she looks around the place. "I'm sorry I couldn't bring ya to the real stars, but I want ya ta try an' connect with these ones." She sits down, making a magic circle out of stars.
Thorfinn swings with the axe, looking to cause some quick damage, backing Mavis up as the bird tries to cave his head in. Thorfinn's to hits:1130 Damage:6+78+10 To hit for the bird:6 Damage:18 (Their next attack also has +5 to hit the bird.)
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
*So, idea for my priest: he comes off as this really nice, very comforting character, but he has a thing for fermentation and is basically a ghoul. What if he wasn't even a cleric, or even a member of the clergy?*
*She has Bipolar Personality Disorder, Schizophrenia, and the part that controls thoughts about whether they are wrong or right is damage so she can't tell what is good and bad.*
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
"Love you too dear, we will find a way, we were able to defeat the Seer together, we can save you together." She puts them down in the cave, giving them a kiss on the forehead.
He helps them for as much as they need it before taking a deep breath, looking around, "Ah." He leans down, sniffing the dirt before coming back up, "How about now?" He asks, picking up his Charge Axe. Something rustles in the bushes nearby.
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'm doing great as well. Good to hear you're doing good! :D*
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)
(would ask if you'd want to rp but I gtg in 10 mins)
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
She sits down leaning against the cavern wall. Amber flies into the cave and lands on her lap, whereupon Omori starts gently petting the large raven. "We'll find a way..." She trails off, trying not to think of the otherworldly presence inhabiting her soul anymore for today.
She looks over to the bushes, holding her shield just a bit closer as she points the lance towards the shrub. "Okay, sure." She says, seeming unusually calm in spite of the prospect of something leaping out of the undergrowth at them.
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)
Merabelle sits down next to her painting tools and canvas, preparing to paint something, muttering to herself as she draws what appears to be a magic circle on the canvas, channeling power into it. Suddenly, the whole cave changes, becoming that starry sky they've both seen before, Merabelle looking around as she takes her own starry form.
What appears to be a large reptilian bird holding a decently large stone jumps out of the shrubbery and attempts to bludgeon Thorfinn. He dodges out of the way, and prepares to counter attack. Init:23 Bird init:21
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.)
She looks around at the illusory stars, a small smile on her face as she assumes her own Starry Form- though, it seems unstable. The constellations have slight difficulty staying in their configurations, the little motes of starlight flickering as her magical energy is slowly being eaten away. She doesn't seem to notice, though.
She jumps back in surprise, before regaining her composure and preparing to fight. Mavis' Initiative: 2
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)
She takes one of their hands, supplying them with enough power to make the darkness in their soul weaken, bringing the constellations a little bit more radiance as she looks around the place. "I'm sorry I couldn't bring ya to the real stars, but I want ya ta try an' connect with these ones." She sits down, making a magic circle out of stars.
Thorfinn swings with the axe, looking to cause some quick damage, backing Mavis up as the bird tries to cave his head in. Thorfinn's to hits:11 30 Damage:6+7 8+10 To hit for the bird:6 Damage:18 (Their next attack also has +5 to hit the bird.)
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.)
*Good morning critters*
*3:50 where I am, but same difference.*
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.)
(bro it is the afternoon)
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
*Anyway, it does seem that I may possibly be alone. If I am not, would anything throughout the void like to rp?*
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.)
*So, idea for my priest: he comes off as this really nice, very comforting character, but he has a thing for fermentation and is basically a ghoul. What if he wasn't even a cleric, or even a member of the clergy?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Fair, happy 3 pm :3*
*I made an insane woman.*
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
*You always do.*
*Old Mr. Reliable.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*She has Bipolar Personality Disorder, Schizophrenia, and the part that controls thoughts about whether they are wrong or right is damage so she can't tell what is good and bad.*
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
*Sounds lovely*
(hi wendo)
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