"I should be fine for at least long enough for the spell to be ready, yeah." She answers, waiting for the spell, trying not to pay any mind to the Void Shard trying to talk to her.
"10 minutes? What's that stuff made of?" She asks, almost not believing him before already feeling the wounds' pain subside.
She draws a magic circle around Omori, sitting down in front of them after a moment before channeling down into the circle, and suddenly, her presence going into their soul.
"Monster parts, natural." He says as he begins to massage their other arm with the jelly, "Nature is amazing, and monster hunters need to harness what they can with it. You have fantastic arms by the way."
As soon as the spell is completed, everything around Merabelle immediately fades away to reveal a featureless grey expanse of land(?), with a night sky above that contains a wide array of constellations- or at least, parts of them. Something reaches up into the bits of starlight in Omori's soul, coiling its tendrils around one of the stars and dragging it down from the sky to devour it. The Void Shard takes a form resembling a large, shadowy jellyfish composed of rings and veils and tendrils of pure darkness- eerily similar to what was seen enveloping the Seer when she and Omori went to fight her.
"Y o u a g a i n . . ." It says to her- not in the Seer's voice, but its own.
"O- oh, thanks." She says, looking to her arm as well. "When you're digging graves as your job, it builds a decent bit of muscle, I suppose." She adds, dryly chuckling to herself.
Merabelle puts her hands on her hips as she looks around the terrain, smiling as she sees the constellations above, wondering something for a moment before seeing if she can access her own starry form and allow her radiance to shine throughout this place as she begins walking towards the shard "I'm sure we ain't met befer, but I did know yer maker. How 'bout we settle this a different way from how we handled that Seer?" She asks, not even attempting to hide the threat in her voice, "Ya hurt my daughter anymore an' there'll be nothin' left o' ya when I'm down, ya could stop hurtin' yer an' her magic though. I'd even be happy if ya just fused with her an' helped her rather than hurtin'."
"This is certainly more than decent, well built, well maintained." He eventually stops massaging their arms, putting the jelly back in his backpack, "Are you hungry, I've got food to spare here, or we could go to the Inn and grab some, maybe we could get a drink too."
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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.'
He doesn't notice, pushing the gate open. On the other side is an ornate room, butlers and golden banners of sharp blue, James's parents sit on what are basically thrones, looking at James with silence contempt.
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
He doesn't notice, pushing the gate open. On the other side is an ornate room, butlers and golden banners of sharp blue, James's parents sit on what are basically thrones, looking at James with silence contempt.
She stares to his parents, clenching her fists
The mother, a tall elvish woman of Drow descent in a silky black dress of incalculable value, jewelry absolutely covering her wrists and fingers eventually speaks up "Oh look, our failure of a son and his harlot have come to visit." James doesn't respond.
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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.'
He doesn't notice, pushing the gate open. On the other side is an ornate room, butlers and golden banners of sharp blue, James's parents sit on what are basically thrones, looking at James with silence contempt.
She stares to his parents, clenching her fists
The mother, a tall elvish woman of Drow descent in a silky black dress of incalculable value, jewelry absolutely covering her wrists and fingers eventually speaks up "Oh look, our failure of a son and his harlot have come to visit." James doesn't respond.
She stares at his mother, her fists nearly burning as her body shakes with anger
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
He doesn't notice, pushing the gate open. On the other side is an ornate room, butlers and golden banners of sharp blue, James's parents sit on what are basically thrones, looking at James with silence contempt.
She stares to his parents, clenching her fists
The mother, a tall elvish woman of Drow descent in a silky black dress of incalculable value, jewelry absolutely covering her wrists and fingers eventually speaks up "Oh look, our failure of a son and his harlot have come to visit." James doesn't respond.
She stares at his mother, her fists nearly burning as her body shakes with anger
The father nods, a plain human, wearing... the most expensive pajamas anyone has ever seen "Maybe they've come to apologize for James's idiotic behavior."
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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.'
He doesn't notice, pushing the gate open. On the other side is an ornate room, butlers and golden banners of sharp blue, James's parents sit on what are basically thrones, looking at James with silence contempt.
She stares to his parents, clenching her fists
The mother, a tall elvish woman of Drow descent in a silky black dress of incalculable value, jewelry absolutely covering her wrists and fingers eventually speaks up "Oh look, our failure of a son and his harlot have come to visit." James doesn't respond.
She stares at his mother, her fists nearly burning as her body shakes with anger
The father nods, a plain human, wearing... the most expensive pajamas anyone has ever seen "Maybe they've come to apologize for James's idiotic behavior."
She clenches her fists harder, flames spouting out of her broken horn
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
"I should be fine for at least long enough for the spell to be ready, yeah." She answers, waiting for the spell, trying not to pay any mind to the Void Shard trying to talk to her.
"10 minutes? What's that stuff made of?" She asks, almost not believing him before already feeling the wounds' pain subside.
She draws a magic circle around Omori, sitting down in front of them after a moment before channeling down into the circle, and suddenly, her presence going into their soul.
"Monster parts, natural." He says as he begins to massage their other arm with the jelly, "Nature is amazing, and monster hunters need to harness what they can with it. You have fantastic arms by the way."
As soon as the spell is completed, everything around Merabelle immediately fades away to reveal a featureless grey expanse of land(?), with a night sky above that contains a wide array of constellations- or at least, parts of them. Something reaches up into the bits of starlight in Omori's soul, coiling its tendrils around one of the stars and dragging it down from the sky to devour it. The Void Shard takes a form resembling a large, shadowy jellyfish composed of rings and veils and tendrils of pure darkness- eerily similar to what was seen enveloping the Seer when she and Omori went to fight her.
"Y o u a g a i n . . ." It says to her- not in the Seer's voice, but its own.
"O- oh, thanks." She says, looking to her arm as well. "When you're digging graves as your job, it builds a decent bit of muscle, I suppose." She adds, dryly chuckling to herself.
Merabelle puts her hands on her hips as she looks around the terrain, smiling as she sees the constellations above, wondering something for a moment before seeing if she can access her own starry form and allow her radiance to shine throughout this place as she begins walking towards the shard "I'm sure we ain't met befer, but I did know yer maker. How 'bout we settle this a different way from how we handled that Seer?" She asks, not even attempting to hide the threat in her voice, "Ya hurt my daughter anymore an' there'll be nothin' left o' ya when I'm down, ya could stop hurtin' yer an' her magic though. I'd even be happy if ya just fused with her an' helped her rather than hurtin'."
"This is certainly more than decent, well built, well maintained." He eventually stops massaging their arms, putting the jelly back in his backpack, "Are you hungry, I've got food to spare here, or we could go to the Inn and grab some, maybe we could get a drink too."
*Sorry for the delay*
It is silent for a while, just floating there, before it 'speaks' again. "T h a t l a s t o p t i o n . . . t h i s ' f u s i o n ' . . . i t i s a l r e a d y m y g o a l . . . I t i s n o t m y i n t e n t t o h a r m h e r . . . t o h a r m m y f u t u r e v e s s e l . . . I o n l y s e e k t o f i n d a n e w v e s s e l . . . a f t e r m y l a s t o n e w a s d e s t r o y e d . . . b y y o u t w o . . ."
"Yeah, we could go grab something at the Inn to eat. That sounds nice- fighting off a lizard-monster big as I am takes a lot more energy than I thought." She responds, standing up and grabbing her gear, her arm already healed enough to support carrying the Gunlance over her shoulder.
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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)
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
It is silent for a while, just floating there, before it 'speaks' again. "T h a t l a s t o p t i o n . . . t h i s ' f u s i o n ' . . . i t i s a l r e a d y m y g o a l . . . I t i s n o t m y i n t e n t t o h a r m h e r . . . t o h a r m m y f u t u r e v e s s e l . . . I o n l y s e e k t o f i n d a n e w v e s s e l . . . a f t e r m y l a s t o n e w a s d e s t r o y e d . . . b y y o u t w o . . ."
"Yeah, we could go grab something at the Inn to eat. That sounds nice- fighting off a lizard-monster big as I am takes a lot more energy than I thought." She responds, standing up and grabbing her gear, her arm already healed enough to support carrying the Gunlance over her shoulder.
"No, yer not gonna turn this inta yer vessel, ya are gonna exist in a symbiotic relationship, yer gonna help her, shes gonna help ya, that 'er I'm gonna destroy ya the first chance I get, an' I ain't afraid ta hurt Omori ta do it." She tries to bluff them, crossing her arms. (I would say that deception with disadvantage):12
He helps them up, putting on his backpack after and preparing to head towards the Inn, picking them up and beginning to sprint towards the Inn, moving with nearly superhuman speed, holding them in his arms with a smile on his face.
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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.'
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Lify hits his mom with her longsword (The damage can only be healed by a short or long rest from the longsword) Hit:10 Damage:9 (Wound 1), Than the shortsword Hit:19 Damage: 2 (Fire: 6)
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
It is silent for a while, just floating there, before it 'speaks' again. "T h a t l a s t o p t i o n . . . t h i s ' f u s i o n ' . . . i t i s a l r e a d y m y g o a l . . . I t i s n o t m y i n t e n t t o h a r m h e r . . . t o h a r m m y f u t u r e v e s s e l . . . I o n l y s e e k t o f i n d a n e w v e s s e l . . . a f t e r m y l a s t o n e w a s d e s t r o y e d . . . b y y o u t w o . . ."
"Yeah, we could go grab something at the Inn to eat. That sounds nice- fighting off a lizard-monster big as I am takes a lot more energy than I thought." She responds, standing up and grabbing her gear, her arm already healed enough to support carrying the Gunlance over her shoulder.
"No, yer not gonna turn this inta yer vessel, ya are gonna exist in a symbiotic relationship, yer gonna help her, shes gonna help ya, that 'er I'm gonna destroy ya the first chance I get, an' I ain't afraid ta hurt Omori ta do it." She tries to bluff them, crossing her arms. (I would say that deception with disadvantage):12
He helps them up, putting on his backpack after and preparing to head towards the Inn, picking them up and beginning to sprint towards the Inn, moving with nearly superhuman speed, holding them in his arms with a smile on his face.
"I k n o w y o u ' r e l y i n g . Y o u c a r e f o r h e r t o o m u c h t o r i s k h u r t i n g h e r . I r e q u i r e a v e s s e l . . . a n d i f y o u d o n o t w a n t i t t o b e h e r . . . t h e n f i n d m e a n o t h e r s u i t a b l e o n e . . ."
Once they arrive and he sets them down, she pauses for a moment to collect her thoughts. "Okay, that... that was a little too fast." She says, not used to moving at superhuman speeds and having not expected it. "It's okay, I'm alright. I just- I just need to wait a few moments for my brain to catch up." She adds, pulling out a chair from one of the outdoor tables and sitting down.
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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)
Merabelle puts her hands on her hips as she looks around the terrain, smiling as she sees the constellations above, wondering something for a moment before seeing if she can access her own starry form and allow her radiance to shine throughout this place as she begins walking towards the shard "I'm sure we ain't met befer, but I did know yer maker. How 'bout we settle this a different way from how we handled that Seer?" She asks, not even attempting to hide the threat in her voice, "Ya hurt my daughter anymore an' there'll be nothin' left o' ya when I'm down, ya could stop hurtin' yer an' her magic though. I'd even be happy if ya just fused with her an' helped her rather than hurtin'."
"This is certainly more than decent, well built, well maintained." He eventually stops massaging their arms, putting the jelly back in his backpack, "Are you hungry, I've got food to spare here, or we could go to the Inn and grab some, maybe we could get a drink too."
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.)
(anyone want to rp)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
She stares to his parents, clenching her fists
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
The mother, a tall elvish woman of Drow descent in a silky black dress of incalculable value, jewelry absolutely covering her wrists and fingers eventually speaks up "Oh look, our failure of a son and his harlot have come to visit." James doesn't respond.
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 stares at his mother, her fists nearly burning as her body shakes with anger
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
The father nods, a plain human, wearing... the most expensive pajamas anyone has ever seen "Maybe they've come to apologize for James's idiotic behavior."
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 clenches her fists harder, flames spouting out of her broken horn
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
James looks back to them, wiping away a tear, "I... I don't know if I can without you Lify."
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.)
"Well, I am here, and I will be here for you" The flames burn a slight bit less intense
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
He slowly unsheathes his rapier, to the surprise of his parents "Oh? Are you going to do something James?" Her mother sarcastically asks.
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.)
*Sorry for the delay*
It is silent for a while, just floating there, before it 'speaks' again.
"T h a t l a s t o p t i o n . . . t h i s ' f u s i o n ' . . . i t i s a l r e a d y m y g o a l . . . I t i s n o t m y i n t e n t t o h a r m h e r . . . t o h a r m m y f u t u r e v e s s e l . . . I o n l y s e e k t o f i n d a n e w v e s s e l . . . a f t e r m y l a s t o n e w a s d e s t r o y e d . . . b y y o u t w o . . ."
"Yeah, we could go grab something at the Inn to eat. That sounds nice- fighting off a lizard-monster big as I am takes a lot more energy than I thought." She responds, standing up and grabbing her gear, her arm already healed enough to support carrying the Gunlance over her shoulder.
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)
Lify turns back to James's parents and unsheathes her longsword
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
"No, yer not gonna turn this inta yer vessel, ya are gonna exist in a symbiotic relationship, yer gonna help her, shes gonna help ya, that 'er I'm gonna destroy ya the first chance I get, an' I ain't afraid ta hurt Omori ta do it." She tries to bluff them, crossing her arms. (I would say that deception with disadvantage):12
He helps them up, putting on his backpack after and preparing to head towards the Inn, picking them up and beginning to sprint towards the Inn, moving with nearly superhuman speed, holding them in his arms with a smile on his face.
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.)
Init for the parents:15, Init for James:9
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.)
Init for Lify: 20
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
*And Lify's first.*
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.)
Lify hits his mom with her longsword (The damage can only be healed by a short or long rest from the longsword) Hit:10 Damage:9 (Wound 1), Than the shortsword Hit:19 Damage: 2 (Fire: 6)
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (Demigirl?), chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
"I k n o w y o u ' r e l y i n g . Y o u c a r e f o r h e r t o o m u c h t o r i s k h u r t i n g h e r . I r e q u i r e a v e s s e l . . . a n d i f y o u d o n o t w a n t i t t o b e h e r . . . t h e n f i n d m e a n o t h e r s u i t a b l e o n e . . ."
Once they arrive and he sets them down, she pauses for a moment to collect her thoughts. "Okay, that... that was a little too fast." She says, not used to moving at superhuman speeds and having not expected it. "It's okay, I'm alright. I just- I just need to wait a few moments for my brain to catch up." She adds, pulling out a chair from one of the outdoor tables and sitting down.
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)
(you want to rp tara?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*@_@*
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