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.
She rolls her shoulders, her wings unfolding like a newborn bird's. She watches them for a moment, her eyes unfocused before she closes them and takes a deep breath. "Yes," she said, a warm smile gracing her face.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*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.*
*hey jester what do you think of this backstory? i wanted to make a half-orc monk
Grim Stormwind was raised by Kensei monks in the mountains after they found him abandoned in the forest as a baby they took him in and raised him as one of their own even though he was a different race than them. They raised him to be a kind person and never to incite violence on people unless they tried to harm him or others as he grew up he learned how to use kensei weapons and eventually he decided he wanted to become a blade master so he set out into the world to become one*
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
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?"
"I... do not know.." She murmured before shaking her head "I have a job to do I think.."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*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.*
*Sparrow and Rag, please, if they're still around*
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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.
*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.*
*hey jester what do you think of this backstory? i wanted to make a half-orc monk
Grim Stormwind was raised by Kensei monks in the mountains after they found him abandoned in the forest as a baby they took him in and raised him as one of their own even though he was a different race than them. They raised him to be a kind person and never to incite violence on people unless they tried to harm him or others as he grew up he learned how to use kensei weapons and eventually he decided he wanted to become a blade master so he set out into the world to become one*
*It gives off, Zoro from One Piece energy. I don't know if thats just me, but other than that its simple and good.*
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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.'
"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.
"Okay- make sure to get as much rest as you need. Using magic that strong is exhausting." She responds, standing up and putting her notepad and pen in their respective coat pockets. "Likewise, if you need anything, feel free to ask."
Once they arrive, she still takes a moment to pause and gather her thoughts, though she isn't nearly as dazed as she was going at the ludicrous speeds they were travelling at before. She looks up at the airship with a sense of awe. "Whoa... I've never seen an airship before aside from in books." She says to no one in particular.
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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)
*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.*
*hey jester what do you think of this backstory? i wanted to make a half-orc monk
Grim Stormwind was raised by Kensei monks in the mountains after they found him abandoned in the forest as a baby they took him in and raised him as one of their own even though he was a different race than them. They raised him to be a kind person and never to incite violence on people unless they tried to harm him or others as he grew up he learned how to use kensei weapons and eventually he decided he wanted to become a blade master so he set out into the world to become one*
*It gives off, Zoro from One Piece energy. I don't know if thats just me, but other than that its simple and good.*
*The funny thing is I wasn't even trying to make zoro I just wanted to make a swordsman*
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
*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.*
*Sparrow and Rag, please, if they're still around*
*Neither of them are dead, yet, so sure.*
Sparrow is practicing with Rosemary back at his old camp. He doesn't have much else to do these days, and genuinely isn't interested in much adventuring anymore, he just wants to live a happy and simple life.
Rag is working in his dimensional soup kitchen/homeless shelter, helping those who need it where he can, sitting behind the counter, legs crossed as he serves up meals to those in need.
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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.'
"Okay- make sure to get as much rest as you need. Using magic that strong is exhausting." She responds, standing up and putting her notepad and pen in their respective coat pockets. "Likewise, if you need anything, feel free to ask."
Once they arrive, she still takes a moment to pause and gather her thoughts, though she isn't nearly as dazed as she was going at the ludicrous speeds they were travelling at before. She looks up at the airship with a sense of awe. "Whoa... I've never seen an airship before aside from in books." She says to no one in particular.
She shakes her head, lying down on the stone bed, "Tell Omori 'bout the new vessel, but don't try ta worry her, if ya would." She fall asleep after a moment, snoring loud enough to echo through the cave, shaking small rocks nearby.
Some of the nearby monster hunters wave to the both of them, making jokes like Thorfinn mentioned earlier, to each Thorfinn replies with threatening to arm wrestle with them. Thorfinn jumps onto the rope, climbing up the ship and explecting them to follow "Come on Mavis!" He climbs up, grabbing a barrel and beginning to arm wrestle some fellow hunters on 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.'
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.
She rolls her shoulders, her wings unfolding like a newborn bird's. She watches them for a moment, her eyes unfocused before she closes them and takes a deep breath. "Yes," she said, a warm smile gracing her face.
He hesitates a bit. "You're beautiful. And scary. Like a big tiger." He pulls out a piece of paper with a picture of her and writing in Celestial on it. He holds it up, comparing it to her. He seems a little awed, a little confused, and kind of just little in general.
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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.
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.
She rolls her shoulders, her wings unfolding like a newborn bird's. She watches them for a moment, her eyes unfocused before she closes them and takes a deep breath. "Yes," she said, a warm smile gracing her face.
He hesitates a bit. "You're beautiful. And scary. Like a big tiger." He pulls out a piece of paper with a picture of her and writing in Celestial on it. He holds it up, comparing it to her. He seems a little awed, a little confused, and kind of just little in general.
She watches them like a hawk, her pupils dilating between slivers and orbs. "I thank you for the compliment I suppose." she says, eating the meal he has produced.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Okay- make sure to get as much rest as you need. Using magic that strong is exhausting." She responds, standing up and putting her notepad and pen in their respective coat pockets. "Likewise, if you need anything, feel free to ask."
Once they arrive, she still takes a moment to pause and gather her thoughts, though she isn't nearly as dazed as she was going at the ludicrous speeds they were travelling at before. She looks up at the airship with a sense of awe. "Whoa... I've never seen an airship before aside from in books." She says to no one in particular.
She shakes her head, lying down on the stone bed, "Tell Omori 'bout the new vessel, but don't try ta worry her, if ya would." She fall asleep after a moment, snoring loud enough to echo through the cave, shaking small rocks nearby.
Some of the nearby monster hunters wave to the both of them, making jokes like Thorfinn mentioned earlier, to each Thorfinn replies with threatening to arm wrestle with them. Thorfinn jumps onto the rope, climbing up the ship and explecting them to follow "Come on Mavis!" He climbs up, grabbing a barrel and beginning to arm wrestle some fellow hunters on it.
She is about to respond before realizing they have immediately fallen asleep. "Okay, I will." She responds quietly, walking out of the cave and looking for Omori.
Mavis jumps up a bit to grab onto the rope, clambering up onto the ship proper with her Gunlance and shield on her back.
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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 yours child?"
"Omori." says Omori. "Nice to meet ya, Lillith. What brings you here?"
"I... do not know.." She murmured before shaking her head "I have a job to do I think.."
"Well, there's a place not too far from here- Lord's Rest Inn- where you can get your bearings while you figure it out." She responds, pointing in the general direction of the Inn. "It should be that way."
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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)
"all I have left is a title. it still works as a name though"
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
She hugs them back, letting them braid her hair as she runs her hands through their hair, "I... it was a bad time... I love you."
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 rolls her shoulders, her wings unfolding like a newborn bird's. She watches them for a moment, her eyes unfocused before she closes them and takes a deep breath. "Yes," she said, a warm smile gracing her face.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*hey jester what do you think of this backstory? i wanted to make a half-orc monk
Grim Stormwind was raised by Kensei monks in the mountains after they found him abandoned in the forest as a baby they took him in and raised him as one of their own even though he was a different race than them. They raised him to be a kind person and never to incite violence on people unless they tried to harm him or others as he grew up he learned how to use kensei weapons and eventually he decided he wanted to become a blade master so he set out into the world to become one*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
"I love you too." he says, his calloused hands moving softly in her hair. "And its in the past now, lets try to forget about it."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I... do not know.." She murmured before shaking her head "I have a job to do I think.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Sparrow and Rag, please, if they're still around*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*It gives off, Zoro from One Piece energy. I don't know if thats just me, but other than that its simple and good.*
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 nods, leaning in to look deeply into their eyes, she begins to pepper their face with affectionate kisses, relentlessly loving.
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.)
"Okay- make sure to get as much rest as you need. Using magic that strong is exhausting." She responds, standing up and putting her notepad and pen in their respective coat pockets. "Likewise, if you need anything, feel free to ask."
Once they arrive, she still takes a moment to pause and gather her thoughts, though she isn't nearly as dazed as she was going at the ludicrous speeds they were travelling at before. She looks up at the airship with a sense of awe. "Whoa... I've never seen an airship before aside from in books." She says to no one in particular.
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)
*The funny thing is I wasn't even trying to make zoro I just wanted to make a swordsman*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
He laughs, falling backwards into the water and trying to shield himself
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Neither of them are dead, yet, so sure.*
Sparrow is practicing with Rosemary back at his old camp. He doesn't have much else to do these days, and genuinely isn't interested in much adventuring anymore, he just wants to live a happy and simple life.
Rag is working in his dimensional soup kitchen/homeless shelter, helping those who need it where he can, sitting behind the counter, legs crossed as he serves up meals to those in need.
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 shakes her head, lying down on the stone bed, "Tell Omori 'bout the new vessel, but don't try ta worry her, if ya would." She fall asleep after a moment, snoring loud enough to echo through the cave, shaking small rocks nearby.
Some of the nearby monster hunters wave to the both of them, making jokes like Thorfinn mentioned earlier, to each Thorfinn replies with threatening to arm wrestle with them. Thorfinn jumps onto the rope, climbing up the ship and explecting them to follow "Come on Mavis!" He climbs up, grabbing a barrel and beginning to arm wrestle some fellow hunters on 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 hesitates a bit. "You're beautiful. And scary. Like a big tiger." He pulls out a piece of paper with a picture of her and writing in Celestial on it. He holds it up, comparing it to her. He seems a little awed, a little confused, and kind of just little in general.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She watches them like a hawk, her pupils dilating between slivers and orbs. "I thank you for the compliment I suppose." she says, eating the meal he has produced.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She is about to respond before realizing they have immediately fallen asleep. "Okay, I will." She responds quietly, walking out of the cave and looking for Omori.
Mavis jumps up a bit to grab onto the rope, clambering up onto the ship proper with her Gunlance and shield on her back.
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)
"Well, there's a place not too far from here- Lord's Rest Inn- where you can get your bearings while you figure it out." She responds, pointing in the general direction of the Inn. "It should be that way."
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)
*Ack! sorry.*
"I don't think so, it was a transactional thing." she said.
She tilts her head.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]