A man stands in the forest, a dazed and confused look on his face. Six cultists, dressed in body suits made of black lace that is beautifully stitched with pictures of Camilla flowers and eyes and cloaks made of soft crimson fabric. They wear masks devoid of features, painted with delicate pictures of birds.
They sit the man down in a ring of white birch trees, the man coming out of the trance as he begins to fight them a little. One of the cultists waves a hand over the man's face and he is compliant again. Another one produces a scroll from somewhere while a smaller one begins to pin up pieces of parchment with symbols on them to the trees.
The clouds above begin to roil and turn dark as the wind kicks up. Light rain begins to fall around them but not inside the circle of trees. The one holding the scroll begins to read some sort of strange language from the parchment, the others joining in. As they do, the man begins to writhe as if something is holding him down.
Suddenly, from the man's mouth, a pair of delicate hands opens his jaw from the inside. The hands wrench apart the jaw, and the bones sickly crack. A woman, nearly 8 feet tall, somehow steps out from the man's body, leaving behind a lumpy mess of skin and bones that once was a person. The blood on her body seems to change before the cultist's eyes, turning into a crimson dress with a deep V-neck that nearly reaches her navel. Her eyes open, glowing slightly as she turns to the cultists. They rush up to her but suddenly are gone without a trace as soon as she narrows her eyes. She turns her head and looks down at the body of the now deceased man, waving a hand and that too disappearing.
Omori was in the forest nearby when the ritual took place, sensing a magical disturbance in that direction, and walks over to see what happened. She only arrives after all the events above have occurred, looking around for what was messing with the weather just a few minutes ago.
Lillith rubs her temples and waves a hand, the storm clouds disappearing almost instantly.
She looks over at Lillith with awe upon seeing her nonchalantly dispel the storm in seconds, approaching a bit. "How did you do that? That was so cool!" She asks with childlike curiosity and a complete absence of fear.
Lillith rolls her shoulders and turns to them, opening her mouth before hesitating and closing it. She looks up at the now clear sky and back down at Omori before giving a beautiful smile "I just can dear."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Thank you. Everything's still in the planning stages right now, but I won't hesitate to let you know if we need anything." She responds, a smile on her face. "Thank you so much, Merabelle. You're an amazing friend."
"Sure, I'd like that. Just not too fast this time, okay?"
"So are ya, KK, I ain't the only one who's an amazin' friend." She says with a grin almost as sharp as KK's, "I'll be on standby if ya need anythin'. I think I'm gonna take a lil rest soon, that ritual was a whole lot o' trouble."
He nods, picking them up and holding them tight to his chest as he begins sprinting, not as fast as he did before, accidentally leaving his shirt behind as he heads towards the airship.
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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 was in the forest nearby when the ritual took place, sensing a magical disturbance in that direction, and walks over to see what happened. She only arrives after all the events above have occurred, looking around for what was messing with the weather just a few minutes ago.
Lillith rubs her temples and waves a hand, the storm clouds disappearing almost instantly.
She looks over at Lillith with awe upon seeing her nonchalantly dispel the storm in seconds, approaching a bit. "How did you do that? That was so cool!" She asks with childlike curiosity and a complete absence of fear.
Lillith rolls her shoulders and turns to them, opening her mouth before hesitating and closing it. She looks up at the now clear sky and back down at Omori before giving a beautiful smile "I just can dear."
"That's awesome!" She cheerfully responds, a wide toothy grin on her face. "What's your name?"
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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)
Omori was in the forest nearby when the ritual took place, sensing a magical disturbance in that direction, and walks over to see what happened. She only arrives after all the events above have occurred, looking around for what was messing with the weather just a few minutes ago.
Lillith rubs her temples and waves a hand, the storm clouds disappearing almost instantly.
She looks over at Lillith with awe upon seeing her nonchalantly dispel the storm in seconds, approaching a bit. "How did you do that? That was so cool!" She asks with childlike curiosity and a complete absence of fear.
Lillith rolls her shoulders and turns to them, opening her mouth before hesitating and closing it. She looks up at the now clear sky and back down at Omori before giving a beautiful smile "I just can dear."
"That's awesome!" She cheerfully responds, a wide toothy grin on her face. "What's your name?"
"My name is Lillith. What is your's child?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man stands in the forest, a dazed and confused look on his face. Six cultists, dressed in body suits made of black lace that is beautifully stitched with pictures of Camilla flowers and eyes and cloaks made of soft crimson fabric. They wear masks devoid of features, painted with delicate pictures of birds.
They sit the man down in a ring of white birch trees, the man coming out of the trance as he begins to fight them a little. One of the cultists waves a hand over the man's face and he is compliant again. Another one produces a scroll from somewhere while a smaller one begins to pin up pieces of parchment with symbols on them to the trees.
The clouds above begin to roil and turn dark as the wind kicks up. Light rain begins to fall around them but not inside the circle of trees. The one holding the scroll begins to read some sort of strange language from the parchment, the others joining in. As they do, the man begins to writhe as if something is holding him down.
Suddenly, from the man's mouth, a pair of delicate hands opens his jaw from the inside. The hands wrench apart the jaw, and the bones sickly crack. A woman, nearly 8 feet tall, somehow steps out from the man's body, leaving behind a lumpy mess of skin and bones that once was a person. The blood on her body seems to change before the cultist's eyes, turning into a crimson dress with a deep V-neck that nearly reaches her navel. Her eyes open, glowing slightly as she turns to the cultists. They rush up to her but suddenly are gone without a trace as soon as she narrows her eyes. She turns her head and looks down at the body of the now deceased man, waving a hand and that too disappearing.
The smell of barbecue fills the air as a massive spider scuttles out of the woods toward her, a tiny wooden shelter on its back. Riding the spider is an equally small wooden strugel with big, curved fangs, the miniature grill in front of him the source of the smell. The spider stops, and the construct on top waves. "Hoi." The spider bows and he steps off, using a sheathed greatsword (it would just be a longsword for anyone else) as a staff. He has a paper plate of some thinly sliced, spicy-smelling, marinated and grilled meat of some kind in his free hand. His paws are darkened, likely from smoke.
"You hungry?" He holds up the plate, seemingly fearless.
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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 was in the forest nearby when the ritual took place, sensing a magical disturbance in that direction, and walks over to see what happened. She only arrives after all the events above have occurred, looking around for what was messing with the weather just a few minutes ago.
Lillith rubs her temples and waves a hand, the storm clouds disappearing almost instantly.
She looks over at Lillith with awe upon seeing her nonchalantly dispel the storm in seconds, approaching a bit. "How did you do that? That was so cool!" She asks with childlike curiosity and a complete absence of fear.
Lillith rolls her shoulders and turns to them, opening her mouth before hesitating and closing it. She looks up at the now clear sky and back down at Omori before giving a beautiful smile "I just can dear."
"That's awesome!" She cheerfully responds, a wide toothy grin on her face. "What's your name?"
"My name is Lillith. What is yours child?"
"Omori." says Omori. "Nice to meet ya, Lillith. What brings you here?"
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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)
"Thank you. Everything's still in the planning stages right now, but I won't hesitate to let you know if we need anything." She responds, a smile on her face. "Thank you so much, Merabelle. You're an amazing friend."
"Sure, I'd like that. Just not too fast this time, okay?"
"So are ya, KK, I ain't the only one who's an amazin' friend." She says with a grin almost as sharp as KK's, "I'll be on standby if ya need anythin'. I think I'm gonna take a lil rest soon, that ritual was a whole lot o' trouble."
He nods, picking them up and holding them tight to his chest as he begins sprinting, not as fast as he did before, accidentally leaving his shirt behind as he heads towards the airship.
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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.'
*Welp, it seems like Dark is going to be gone for a while, so does anyone else want to rp? It's cool if not, I'll still just be here, hiding from view, a ghost.*
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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.'
"Oh dearest..." he says softly, kissing her forehead
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Lillith rolls her shoulders and turns to them, opening her mouth before hesitating and closing it. She looks up at the now clear sky and back down at Omori before giving a beautiful smile "I just can dear."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"So are ya, KK, I ain't the only one who's an amazin' friend." She says with a grin almost as sharp as KK's, "I'll be on standby if ya need anythin'. I think I'm gonna take a lil rest soon, that ritual was a whole lot o' trouble."
He nods, picking them up and holding them tight to his chest as he begins sprinting, not as fast as he did before, accidentally leaving his shirt behind as he heads towards the airship.
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.)
Theren lets out a choked sob, hugging her tightly. "Dont...dont ever disappear like that on me again..." he whispers in her ear.
"O-oliver..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"each to their own"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
"Sorry sorry, I promised something to a friend and I intended to get it done as soon as possible." She says and hugs him tightly.
"Interesting. Nice to meet you Oliver." She said.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Mn." She shrugs and chuckles.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"That's awesome!" She cheerfully responds, a wide toothy grin on her face. "What's your name?"
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)
"And your arm..." he says, placing his hand near the wound. "What....what happened..."
He squeaks and nods, the wizard holding onto his staff desperately.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He chuckles as well "i'm Gravedigger, who are you?"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
"My name is Lillith. What is your's child?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Hm? Oh, nothing bad. Had to give it up." She shrugged.
She laughs and kneels down.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I am called Lillith, it is my name after all." She laughs.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The smell of barbecue fills the air as a massive spider scuttles out of the woods toward her, a tiny wooden shelter on its back. Riding the spider is an equally small wooden strugel with big, curved fangs, the miniature grill in front of him the source of the smell. The spider stops, and the construct on top waves. "Hoi." The spider bows and he steps off, using a sheathed greatsword (it would just be a longsword for anyone else) as a staff. He has a paper plate of some thinly sliced, spicy-smelling, marinated and grilled meat of some kind in his free hand. His paws are darkened, likely from smoke.
"You hungry?" He holds up the plate, seemingly fearless.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Omori." says Omori. "Nice to meet ya, Lillith. What brings you here?"
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 looks up at them, blushing a bit "It's... it's okay now."
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.)
"Can...can it be healed..? Or at least a prosthetic like mine?"
Oliver slowly opens his eyes, looking at her
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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 pulls her into a hug and then brushes her hair. He then starts to braid her hair once its clean
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Welp, it seems like Dark is going to be gone for a while, so does anyone else want to rp? It's cool if not, I'll still just be here, hiding from view, a ghost.*
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.)