Omori is wandering through the forest, collecting bones, as one does.
Theren has gone on a small rampage, standing in a pack of slaughtered owlbears. Blood drips from his blades as he breathes heavily.
She walks into the view from amidst the trees, looking between Theren and the corpses of the owlbears. "What happened?" She asks, while walking towards one of the carcasses, kneeling beside it and producing her dagger.
"Lettin out some steam."
"Ah, okay. Just make sure not to kill too many, okay?" She asks, nonchalantly beginning to carve open the owlbear carcass to retrieve its heart as if this was a completely normal and healthy thing to do.
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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 wordlessly walks over to the circle, closer to Merabelle, and takes the hand reaching out towards her with two of her own. "How can I help?" She asks in a more somber tone, sensing the severity of the situation.
Mavis waves back at him, debating joining in the fight herself- though, she decides that something this fearsome is too much a challenge for her for now, and lets him handle defeating the monster. Though, if the situation gets dire, she does rush in to help.
She doesn't open her eyes but she points to magical components all around the cave, wordlessly requesting for them to bring the components to her. From what KK can tell, she's trying to create a vessel, for what she couldn't yet know.
It does seem that Thorfinn has it under control, though the beast breaks out of his hold and sprints into the woods, attempting to get away from him as quickly as it can. Thorfinn gets off the ground, glistening with sweat, muscles bulging with strength "Ha! Run as fast as ya can!" He shouts after it.
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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.'
Omori is wandering through the forest, collecting bones, as one does.
Theren has gone on a small rampage, standing in a pack of slaughtered owlbears. Blood drips from his blades as he breathes heavily.
She walks into the view from amidst the trees, looking between Theren and the corpses of the owlbears. "What happened?" She asks, while walking towards one of the carcasses, kneeling beside it and producing her dagger.
"Lettin out some steam."
"Ah, okay. Just make sure not to kill too many, okay?" She asks, nonchalantly beginning to carve open the owlbear carcass to retrieve its heart as if this was a completely normal and healthy thing to do.
"Gonna use that as a spell component?"
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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.
She wordlessly walks over to the circle, closer to Merabelle, and takes the hand reaching out towards her with two of her own. "How can I help?" She asks in a more somber tone, sensing the severity of the situation.
Mavis waves back at him, debating joining in the fight herself- though, she decides that something this fearsome is too much a challenge for her for now, and lets him handle defeating the monster. Though, if the situation gets dire, she does rush in to help.
She doesn't open her eyes but she points to magical components all around the cave, wordlessly requesting for them to bring the components to her. From what KK can tell, she's trying to create a vessel, for what she couldn't yet know.
It does seem that Thorfinn has it under control, though the beast breaks out of his hold and sprints into the woods, attempting to get away from him as quickly as it can. Thorfinn gets off the ground, glistening with sweat, muscles bulging with strength "Ha! Run as fast as ya can!" He shouts after it.
She gathers all the components requested, bringing them to her, seeming especially curious after discerning it's to create a vessel for something but saving her questions for after the ritual's completion.
She watches the colossal monster flee in fear until it disappears into the trees and out of sight, before walking over to Thorfinn. "How are you so strong?" She asks, curious. "Doing something like that is definitely beyond the bounds of what's normally humanly achievable."
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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)
*I'm making my spider-riding poet right now. I'm thinking he's a guardian angel from a local god of butchery, but I need someone for him to guard.*
*Because he handles raw meat, he's an untouchable and is not allowed to wear certain hats, leather shoes, or silk clothing. He's also a barbecue pitmaster, and he's made of wood.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Omori is wandering through the forest, collecting bones, as one does.
Theren has gone on a small rampage, standing in a pack of slaughtered owlbears. Blood drips from his blades as he breathes heavily.
She walks into the view from amidst the trees, looking between Theren and the corpses of the owlbears. "What happened?" She asks, while walking towards one of the carcasses, kneeling beside it and producing her dagger.
"Lettin out some steam."
"Ah, okay. Just make sure not to kill too many, okay?" She asks, nonchalantly beginning to carve open the owlbear carcass to retrieve its heart as if this was a completely normal and healthy thing to do.
"Gonna use that as a spell component?"
"No- I'm gonna eat it. Not now, though." She responds, tearing out the corpse's heart and storing it in a separate pouch connected to her satchel- one that, judging by the dark red stains in the leather, is often used for storing organs. Without missing a beat, she starts collecting its other organs.
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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 gathers all the components requested, bringing them to her, seeming especially curious after discerning it's to create a vessel for something but saving her questions for after the ritual's completion.
She watches the colossal monster flee in fear until it disappears into the trees and out of sight, before walking over to Thorfinn. "How are you so strong?" She asks, curious. "Doing something like that is definitely beyond the bounds of what's normally humanly achievable."
She crushes some components, scattering them across the circle, they sizzle as magic fills them to glow like shining stars. The shadow becomes liquid, completely ripping off and becoming an independent vessel from Merabelle herself.
He stretches, looking over to them as bones crack back into place with sighs of relief "I don't know, I just used to train a lot with my uncle back before he retired from being a monster hunter, he was really strong 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.'
Omori is wandering through the forest, collecting bones, as one does.
Theren has gone on a small rampage, standing in a pack of slaughtered owlbears. Blood drips from his blades as he breathes heavily.
She walks into the view from amidst the trees, looking between Theren and the corpses of the owlbears. "What happened?" She asks, while walking towards one of the carcasses, kneeling beside it and producing her dagger.
"Lettin out some steam."
"Ah, okay. Just make sure not to kill too many, okay?" She asks, nonchalantly beginning to carve open the owlbear carcass to retrieve its heart as if this was a completely normal and healthy thing to do.
"Gonna use that as a spell component?"
"No- I'm gonna eat it. Not now, though." She responds, tearing out the corpse's heart and storing it in a separate pouch connected to her satchel- one that, judging by the dark red stains in the leather, is often used for storing organs. Without missing a beat, she starts collecting its other organs.
"That cant be healthy." he says, brow furrowed.
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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.
She gathers all the components requested, bringing them to her, seeming especially curious after discerning it's to create a vessel for something but saving her questions for after the ritual's completion.
She watches the colossal monster flee in fear until it disappears into the trees and out of sight, before walking over to Thorfinn. "How are you so strong?" She asks, curious. "Doing something like that is definitely beyond the bounds of what's normally humanly achievable."
She crushes some components, scattering them across the circle, they sizzle as magic fills them to glow like shining stars. The shadow becomes liquid, completely ripping off and becoming an independent vessel from Merabelle herself.
He stretches, looking over to them as bones crack back into place with sighs of relief "I don't know, I just used to train a lot with my uncle back before he retired from being a monster hunter, he was really strong too."
She continues to help if her help is requested again. If not, she sits back and watches the ritual reach its conclusion, taking notes the whole time.
"I see." She simply responds, flinching a bit at the sounds of bones snapping back into place. "You okay?" She asks.
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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)
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"Ah, okay. Just make sure not to kill too many, okay?" She asks, nonchalantly beginning to carve open the owlbear carcass to retrieve its heart as if this was a completely normal and healthy thing to do.
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 doesn't open her eyes but she points to magical components all around the cave, wordlessly requesting for them to bring the components to her. From what KK can tell, she's trying to create a vessel, for what she couldn't yet know.
It does seem that Thorfinn has it under control, though the beast breaks out of his hold and sprints into the woods, attempting to get away from him as quickly as it can. Thorfinn gets off the ground, glistening with sweat, muscles bulging with strength "Ha! Run as fast as ya can!" He shouts after it.
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.)
He smiles happily, very much dazed
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Gonna use that as a spell component?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Voice Headcanons for characters:
The Brand/Antonio : https://youtu.be/ht4AZUrlxGE?si=tFC7XQZvPgP1UOXK
Samaritan : https://youtu.be/HFMyzUqAJQM?si=2Ko1IziC3KDGZLg3
Sable Marrow : https://youtu.be/85TtU21EnJo?si=eqp3O-YB2EiqKoM_
Stroth Blackwood : https://youtu.be/ORDzON2FfLQ?si=gQHGnHZeneUfpYKd
Lillith : https://youtu.be/RWtkfO9fBXU?si=uqv3Kww76YZpeCWR
Doctor Gigli : https://youtu.be/yAJ6DbgWaDM?si=Ry20VgwVezOaRCSB
Angel : https://youtu.be/n2iYyCKUhpQ?si=lACRCJimBPQg2AYB
Jack : https://youtu.be/WAnUZNyb4pk?si=1JkSAmBEyMu6DQWD
Kelipso : https://youtu.be/9--h1h4N-O0?si=Lzghtd6jQhxK-L4v
Allison : https://youtu.be/prcUmwbWm84?si=K7QK9drK2tsmGubJ
Lore : https://youtu.be/uKVWYRdzJkc?si=i4zH5GbSkkNvImfY
Yuri : https://youtu.be/viBufg56Q5o?si=iRp-cR7UsALXwefP
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Do you want to go on vacation anywhere after the wedding?" She asks, cleaning up their plates.
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.)
*Why did we have the exact same idea for Sable’s voice*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Hehehehehe*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He nods. "Yeah."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I’ve only ever played the first Dark Souls but I’ve watched a ton of videos pertaining to the other two*
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.
*'ve played Dark Souls but not much.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She gathers all the components requested, bringing them to her, seeming especially curious after discerning it's to create a vessel for something but saving her questions for after the ritual's completion.
She watches the colossal monster flee in fear until it disappears into the trees and out of sight, before walking over to Thorfinn. "How are you so strong?" She asks, curious. "Doing something like that is definitely beyond the bounds of what's normally humanly achievable."
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)
"Do you have somewhere in mind?"
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 making my spider-riding poet right now. I'm thinking he's a guardian angel from a local god of butchery, but I need someone for him to guard.*
*Because he handles raw meat, he's an untouchable and is not allowed to wear certain hats, leather shoes, or silk clothing. He's also a barbecue pitmaster, and he's made of wood.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"No- I'm gonna eat it. Not now, though." She responds, tearing out the corpse's heart and storing it in a separate pouch connected to her satchel- one that, judging by the dark red stains in the leather, is often used for storing organs. Without missing a beat, she starts collecting its other organs.
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)
"No..." he says sadly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She crushes some components, scattering them across the circle, they sizzle as magic fills them to glow like shining stars. The shadow becomes liquid, completely ripping off and becoming an independent vessel from Merabelle herself.
He stretches, looking over to them as bones crack back into place with sighs of relief "I don't know, I just used to train a lot with my uncle back before he retired from being a monster hunter, he was really strong 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.)
"That cant be healthy." he says, brow furrowed.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*anyway, how’re you doing?*
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.
She continues to help if her help is requested again. If not, she sits back and watches the ritual reach its conclusion, taking notes the whole time.
"I see." She simply responds, flinching a bit at the sounds of bones snapping back into place. "You okay?" She asks.
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)